BRADY BUNCH: ALICE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 11 ]

On Sunday afternoon, Linda got a surprise when she answered the door. Alice, her friend and Billy’s aunt, was waiting impatiently with a very angry expression on her face. Without a word, Alice pushed past her and into the apartment. A chill ran through Linda at the sight of the angry woman, wondering if somehow she had found out about her stripping for Billy yesterday. As she shut the door, she asked, “What’s wrong, Alice?”

“As if you didn’t know,” said Alice, her voice tense in her effort to control her anger. “Billy told me what happened here yesterday. I watch him once a month for my sister and he comes to me with that story. What am I going to tell his mother?” She let her words sink in. She took Linda’s silence as an admission of guilt. There was no denial and no look of confusion on the face of Katie’s mother, only shame. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Alice,” started Linda. “I’m so sorry about what I did.” She didn’t know whether to tell her friend the whole story or to take the blame herself. She was embarrassed that she was becoming her boss’s sex slave and still thought she would lose her job if she told her boss to stop. And, if she told Alice what was really going on, Alice might blow the whistle on her boss and she’d be out of her job anyway. Yet, she didn’t think she could lie to Alice and didn’t want to take the blame all on her own shoulders. “I had no choice,” she finally admitted. “I’m being forced, blackmailed to do disgusting things. That was not my idea.”

“Then you admit that you stripped for my nephew and let him fondle you?” demanded Alice. “You and Katie and Billy, you and two 6-year-olds, were all naked in the same bed?”

Linda nodded, “Alice, please, I’m sorry.” The trapped secretary thought now she was going to lose a friend. “I didn’t mean for Billy to get hurt.”

“Good grief, Linda, what could you have been thinking? Billy says you licked Katie between the legs. From what he said, it sounds like your little 6-year-old had an orgasm. The two of you put on a mother-daughter show for him. And you say it’s because someone is forcing you to do it? He must really have something on you.”

Linda could only nod her head in agreement until Alice shouted, “Say something, damn you.”

“I… I… I can’t deny it,” said Linda. “I’ve been licking Katie’s pussy for weeks now. Damn him, making me do my own daughter. And she licks my pussy, too. We’ve put on sex shows for him. For them. But, please, don’t tell anyone, Alice. I have to keep doing this.”

Abruptly Alice took on a condescending tone. “There, there,” said Alice. “I can understand how a weak woman like you can be so easily manipulated. Why don’t you call Katie out here and we can settle this now.”

Linda called her daughter out. It was a relief to know Alice could be so understanding. Like her friend, she was eager to settle this between them. When Katie bounded into the room, Alice said, “Katie, I heard about the fun you had yesterday with Billy. We’re going to have some more fun.” She took a slim tape recorder from her pocket and said to Linda, “I’ve got your admission of guilt on tape. Now you’ll do what I say, or else.”

Linda’s shoulders slumped as she heard Alice’s words. Her friend had just taped her confession and now she was at the mercy of yet another person. Even Katie looked cautiously at this intruder. What was Billy’s aunt going to do to her mommy? And what was she going to do to Katie?

Linda had always admired Alice for her take charge attitude. It was something that Linda was unable to do, but that difference between the two women determined who was the submissive and who was the dominatrix. And the submissive was at a big disadvantage. At 5’ 4”, Linda looked up at the towering 6’ 2” Alice. When she understood Alice’s intent, Linda looked at her friend in a whole new light. The taller woman had flaming red hair and a reputation for a temper that went with it. Five years Linda’s senior, Alice had played volleyball in college and kept herself in shape even now. Her height gave her a slender appearance despite the strong shoulders, biceps, and thighs. Now she was dressed in black spandex pants that came to mid calf and a black sports bra. Physically Linda would be no match for the older woman.

As Alice stepped closer to Linda, the smaller woman asked, “What are you going to do?” Her voice shook in fear as her new boss stepped close. She started to tremble.

“What I’ve wanted to do to a cute little tart like you for years,” was the reply. “I’ve been trying to get into your pants for months now and you seem oblivious to anything I do. Now put your hands on top of your head.”

Reluctantly, feeling like she was sinking in quicksand as she succumbed to this dominating woman, Linda put her hands on top of her head. She had been ready for a quiet afternoon at home, but now knew her afternoon would not be so relaxing. Her breasts pushed against her flowered blouse, straining the buttons. She watched anxiously as Alice’s hands grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. In seconds her blouse was shreds laying on the floor and Alice was kneading her tits through her thin bra.

The lesbian dominatrix looked over at Katie and saw the little girl watching open mouthed as her mother was taken. Not taking her eyes off the 6-year-old, Alice unhooked her slave’s bra and pulled it off. Without a word, Linda placed her hands back on the top of her head. “What do you think about your mommy’s tits?” she asked the girl. “Do you like to suck them?”

Katie nodded, still not quite sure what to make of Billy’s aunt. She’d seen Billy’s aunt before, but never acting like this. “She… she lets me suck them. I like it,” she finally said.

“Want me to strip her all the way?” asked Alice. “Want to see your mommy naked again?”

“Yes,” said Katie. “She’s pretty when she’s naked. And she likes to be naked.”

“She likes it, does she?”

“Yes, she likes to be naked for me and for Billy. She likes to be naked for everybody. I watched her strip for Uncle Mike. I watched her suck….”

“Katie!” Her mother cut her off. But, she knew it was too late. Alice would want the whole story now. “Aaaaaa,” she moaned as her nipples were pulled hard by Alice. She knew it was her punishment for talking out of turn.

“Quiet, bitch!” said Alice. “I like to hear her talk. You can finish your story in a minute, Katie. Come here and finish stripping your mommy now.”

Linda moaned in humiliation as her own daughter pulled down the zipper of her pants, then wriggled them down her hips and legs. Katie was smiling as she pulled down her mommy’s panties, leaving her nude for the admiring lesbian. “Now you, Katie,” said Alice. “You strip for me, too.”

Katie beamed as she complied. She pulled her T-shirt off quickly. “Ooooh, yes, Katie,” said Alice. “I love little girls. I love their flat little chests and round little tummies. Show me everything, little one.” The 6-year-old slid down her shorts and posed in her flowery panties. Then she pulled her panties down. “Beautiful smooth cunt,” said Alice. “I love little girls’ smooth pussies. How does yours taste?”

“Mommy says it tastes really, really good,” said Katie.

“And how does mommy’s pussy taste?” asked Alice, wondering if they reciprocated.

“She tastes really good, too,” replied Katie, confirming to Alice that mother and daughter shared a common interest in pussies.

“And who else does mommy do while you watch?” The taller woman shot a stern glance at her submissive, a look that said ‘Shut up and listen.’

“Mommy sucks Uncle Mike and Greg and Peter and Bobby. I watched her lick Aunt Carol and Marsha and Cindy. Last week we both got our asses fucked and I got to play my little pony.”

“Ooooo,” said Alice. “Sounds like an interesting group you guys party with. I’ll have to meet them sometime. Katie, go find me something to tie up your mommy. Maybe a rope or the tie to her robe. Bring me anything you can find and we’ll tie her up real good.” Then, as Katie scampered her cute little butt out of the room, Alice turned to Linda, still standing with her hands on her head. The submissive wanted to run and hide as the domineering woman ran her eyes hungrily over her nude body, but she waited obediently for her next command. Shame washed over her as Alice’s hands closed on her firm, ripe tits and caressed them, gently at first. She’d had sex with the woman and girls in the Brady bunch recently, but there was something different about the one-on-one contact and the desire in Alice’s eyes. This was not an orgy, it was a lesbian love scene and she responded to the gentle, forbidden touch of this shapely woman with a contented sigh.

Alice had intended to take what she wanted, but her captive’s response surprised her and she moved slowly as if seducing the woman instead of taking her. She still had the power of the aggressor, the advantage of being dressed while this nude slave responded to her touch. Her hands stroked the soft skin of Linda’s breasts, bringing her nipples erect. The talented hands moved down the supple skin of Linda’s firm stomach, tickling and teasing. Linda closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of her new mistress. She felt the strong hands move to her ass and caress that, then heard, without opening her eyes, the tall woman move behind her. “God, Linda, you’re every bit as beautiful as I imagined.”

When she felt a wetness on her ass, Linda knew that her mistress was kissing and licking her shapely ass. The gentle touch continued lower, bypassing the heat of her pussy, and stroked her thighs. In response to the gentle touch, she spread her legs slightly giving better access to the warmth of her inner thighs. The slave felt herself getting wet between her legs as her mistress showed a tenderness that she had never experience before. Alice caressed and licked her way up the front of her captive’s legs, ever closer to the tantalizing pussy. She could smell the effect of her seduction as her nose neared Linda’s cunt, but again she bypassed it. A slight moan escaped the smaller woman’s lips. Then she felt hot lips on her nipples, kissing and sucking them, arousing her even further.

When the touch disappeared, Linda almost opened her eyes to see what was coming next, but the thrill of the unexpected, the feeling of helplessness, made her hotter. Suddenly, she felt hands entangle themselves in her hair, grabbing her head. She gasped at the forceful, yet gentle nature of the control and as she opened her mouth, the tongue of her mistress entered. Linda responded eagerly, battling with the intruding tongue, yet surrendering her mouth to the invasion.

The two were interrupted by a naked 6-year-old, who ran into the room with a collection of long, thin items. The ties to two robes, two lengths of rope, three strips of cloth, a belt, and a scarf were in her hands. As Alice stepped back from her conquest, Linda said, “You don’t have to tie me, mistress. I’m yours. I’ll do anything you want.”

“But, it’s more fun for you to totally lose control,” said Alice. She pulled her slave’s hands behind her and secured them with a length of rope. She tied the other length of rope around Linda’s pretty neck, then tugged on it to lead her around the room. The slave followed her mistress like the pet she was becoming. “And it’s more fun for me to take control,” said the mistress. “Besides, we have the matter of you subjecting my nephew to a perverse act. You deserve some punishment for that. What do you think, Katie?”

“Yeah,” said Katie. She was willing to go along with whatever the big woman said.

“Then, you understand that you’ll have to be punished, too,” said Alice. “You were a bad girl with my Billy yesterday, too.”

Katie looked at her mommy and was surprised to see a smug look on her face. It was the kind of look that mommy gave her when she said, “See, I told you so.” It was a look of pleasure at the predicament that the little girl had worked herself into. “Noooo,” said Katie. “I didn’t want to do it. Uncle Mike made me do it, too.”

But, the little girl’s pleas made no difference. The big woman grabbed the 6-year-old and pulled her hands behind her back. Katie struggled, but she was no match for the strong woman. Soon her hands were bound behind her back and she stood next to her mommy. “A nice mother-daughter pair,” said Alice. “What can I do to two lovelies like you?”

She sat down on the sofa, leaving her captives standing at attention. “You know, I really do like little girls. I got started on little girls. When I was 12, I was in sixth grade and already knew I was going to be a lesbian. I made out with a couple of my friends. But, then I started preying on the first graders. They were so impressed to have a sixth grader hang out with them, that they’d do just about anything. I figure I stripped and licked just about every bald pussy in the first grade, some of them right there in school. Then one of them told on me.”

The two captives listened intently, wondering what had happened. “I was suspended from school for a week, but I came back. They found that little bitch who had told on me, tied up in the boys bathroom in the sixth grade hall. She’d been there all day. I hear she had cum dripping off every inch of her body. No telling how much cum she’d swallowed or had pumped into her once virgin ass and pussy. But, she’d learned her lesson. She never told them who tied her up in the bathroom.”

Katie squealed in fear as Alice picked her bodily up and carried her to the sofa. The strong woman had no trouble handling the little girl, feeling the warm, helpless body struggle as she lifted the squirming 6-year-old high. “How would you like to be tied up and left in the boys’ bathroom,” she whispered in the frightened girl’s ear. She held Katie where she could see the fear in her face. Then she licked the small nipples of the girl and lifted her up even higher, bringing the bald pussy to her outstretched tongue. “Mmmm,” said Alice as her tongue stroked the length of the smooth slit.

Katie was quivering in fear when Alice sat down and stretched her face down across her lap. “How about a good old fashioned spanking for this nasty, naughty girl?” asked Alice. Katie moaned, but could do nothing except squirm, waiting for the first blow. Instead, Alice caressed the tight ass on her lap, making Katie jump at the first touch. Like she had Linda, the lesbian stroked the soft skin, relaxing the young girl and eliciting a moan of pleasure. Then, smack! “Aaaa, nooooo,” squealed Katie. Smack! “Eeeeeeee, noooooo, stop,” yelled Katie. “I’m sorry. I won’t strip for Billy again.” Smack! “Pleeeeease, owwwwww, I’ll be good.”

Linda watched in helpless silence as she watched her baby getting spanked. She knew that her punishment would be next and guessed that it would be worse for her if she intervened now. Smack! “Eeeeeeeee.” Then, cruelly, Alice said, “Your mommy doesn’t care if you get spanked, little one. She’s enjoying it, in fact.” She gave Katie’s mommy a hard, stern look and said, “Tell Katie how much you enjoy this.”

It took Linda a few seconds to respond to such a shocking request. But, she’d only suffer if she didn’t and maybe her little girl would suffer more, too. “Yes, mistress, spank the little bitch,” she said. “Let me watch you spank her ass. Spank her again.”

Smack! “Oowwwwww, pleeeeeese, mommy, please, make her stop,” screamed Katie.

“No way, Katie, I want to watch her make your cute little ass turn red. Spank her, it was she that told me to strip for Billy. It was she that told me to lick her pussy,” said Linda. “I want to watch her get her punishment.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! “Eeeeeeeee, oooooowwwwww,” yelled Katie, her helpless ass turning red from the beating she was receiving. She was sobbing now. Her mommy had turned on her and this big woman had her at her mercy. Again she heard a whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to tie you in the boys’ bathroom?”

“No, please, no,” begged Katie. To be used by strange boys all day was a frightening thought. She’d do anything to keep from facing that.

So, it was with relief she heard, “Will you lick my pussy?”

“Yes, please, anything,” she pleaded. Then she was tossed on the sofa, face down. She didn’t dare move.

Linda knew it was her turn when her mistress dropped her daughter and got up. But, Alice left the room. When she came back, Alice had a razor and shaving cream. “Lay down on your back,” she commanded her slave. When Linda had gotten herself clumsily down on her back, laying on her hands, Alice said, “Spread your legs.” She sprayed shaving cream on her captive’s cunt and started shaving, carefully removing all the hair without a nick. When she was finished, she admired her work, “There, another nice smooth, bare pussy. If I ever catch it in any other condition, I’ll tie up Katie and put her in the boys’ bathroom, got it?”

Embarrassed to have the cunt of a little girl, Linda could only bring herself to nod. Her mistress picked up Katie and stood her facing the sofa. Then Linda was amazed by Alice’s strength as she was picked up off the floor and found herself across her mistress’s lap, waiting for her own spanking. “What should I do?” asked Alice of Katie.

“Spank the fucking bitch,” said the little 6-year-old. “It’s my turn to watch her big ass get red.” Smack! Katie smiled as her mommy yelled, “Oooowwww, ooooooo.” She watched as her mommy got spanked 10 times and her ass was a bright red.

Linda felt a chill run down her spine when she heard Alice say, “Maybe I should tie up the big girl and put her in the boys’ bathroom. They’d love the big tits and smooth pussy.”

“No, please,” said Linda. The humiliation of that picture made her shudder. And, it was fully possible that this domineering woman might do that to her. “I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll lick your pussy, too.”

“Will you lick whatever I put in front of you?” asked Alice.

“Yes, yes,” agreed the frantic woman.

Alice set Linda down on her knees on the carpet. Then she laid Katie down in front of her, face down on the carpet. The two captives watched as Alice finally stripped herself. The sports bra came off over her head, revealing a firm set of tits slightly smaller than Linda’s, but standing out full and round with no support. She stripped off her tight pants and showed off the flaming red hair of her pussy. She was lean and muscular, making Linda stare in awe.

“Spread your legs, little bitch,” commanded their mistress. When the little girl complied, Alice said, “Lick your daughter’s rosy pink asshole, big bitch.” Linda looked in her mistress’s eyes and saw no mercy. Slowly she bent down and nuzzled her way between her daughter’s bright red ass cheeks until she could reach the crack of her ass with her tongue. Then she licked the puckered asshole that was in reach. “Ahhh” moaned Katie, a feeling of pleasure swept through her.

Then, Alice sat down in front of Katie and pulled the little girl’s face into her dripping pussy, “And you can lick me,” she said as Katie stuck out her tongue and tasted their mistress. The touch of the small pink tongue on her clit and the view of Linda licking an asshole thrilled the dominant woman and she let herself sink into the bliss of having two slaves at her beck and call. Katie was good at pussy licking, Alice was surprised to notice. She’d obviously had some practice. She pulled the 6-year-old’s face hard against her cunt, giving the little girl a faceful of pussy. Katie inhaled the horny woman’s aroma and sank her tongue deep into the pussy. She, too, was starting to get excited as she felt the wonderful tongue of her mommy caressing her asshole. It was a thrilling feeling to have her mommy doing something so disgusting.

As she watched the little tongue lick her cunt, Alice got hotter and hotter. The first grader was an expert at pussy licking and took her mistress right to the edge. The sight of the small naked form sprawled before her was a turn on as well. It didn’t take long before she was cumming on that tiny, talented tongue. Just like old times, she thought, having a first grader who will do anything for me.

“Now I want to taste a bare pussy, so lay back big bitch,” said Alice. “Little bitch, you can sit on her face.” She untied Katie’s hands and watched as Katie settled herself on her mommy’s tongue, then knelt to her task. The recently shaved pussy was smooth and silky to her tongue and she lapped up the juices that were flowing. Savoring every moment, she ran her tongue up her slave’s slit, then back down and plunged it into her love tunnel. From her vantage point, she could look up over the heaving breasts of her captive and watch the little girl riding her mommy’s face. Katie was facing away from her, so she instructed her to turn around and play with mommy’s tits. That gave Alice a better view of mommy’s tongue action in her little girl’s slit. The dominatrix continued to tease her slave, running her tongue up and down the slit, but only lingering briefly on the sensitive clit.

Katie came in a wonderful orgasm, leaking little girl fluids all over her mommy’s face and squeezing her mommy’s face hard with her little thighs. When the 6-year-old was done, Alice set to work on the moaning slut’s clit, bringing her quickly to an orgasm.

“Only one thing left to do,” said the mistress. “Roll over, slut.” When Linda was laying on her stomach, Alice grabbed Katie and said, “Now, lick your mommy’s rosy pink asshole, little bitch.”

“Oh, no,” wailed Katie. “Not me, too. That’s disgusting.” But, the little girl really didn’t have a choice. Almost before she knew it, her hands were tied behind her back again. Her mistress tossed her on the couch again and disappeared into the kitchen. Alice returned with a roll of clear plastic wrap. Flipping the helpless girl onto her back, the big woman pulled a length of wrap from the roll, doubled it over and held it against the struggling girl’s face, covering her mouth and nose. Alice could see through the clear wrap to watch the horror on her little slave’s face as she fought for air. And Katie could see the delight on her mistress’s face as she suffered. The little body bucked and writhed in the hands of the strong woman, but to no avail. The frightened girl lost control of her bladder, hardly noticing the warm fluid running across her thighs and soaking into the sofa. Slowly the tiny body lost its fight. Just as her eyes started to roll back in her head, Alice released the wrap and Katie took a huge breath.

Linda watched her baby suffer, feeling like her feet were made of lead. Confused thoughts ran through her head. The thoughts were mostly of fear, not fear for her daughter’s life, but fear for herself, what punishment she might receive for interfering. So, she could only stand and watch the torture. Knowing she was totally powerless to her mistress, Linda, too, lost control of her bladder. She allowed herself the decency of spreading her legs to pee directly on the carpet of the apartment, her body shaking in fear.

Katie panted heavily and when she regained her breath, she said, “No, no, no, don’t kill me. I’ll lick her asshole like you want.” She watched helplessly as the clear wrap descended again. “Pleee, mmmphf,” she said. Again Katie saw the smile on the strong woman’s face as she enjoyed smothering the naked little girl. The writhing body and the tortured look on her face made Alice hot. Again just as Katie was nearly out of air, she raised the wrap. Tears ran down Katie’s face as she knew she was totally at her mistress’s mercy. “Please,” she begged. “Let me go lick my mommy’s asshole.”

Alice bent down to her ear and whispered, “Can I tie you up and leave you in the boys’ bathroom?”

The little girl imagined the horror and humiliation that would come to her as boy after boy used her in whatever fashion they desired. She’d be covered in sticky cum and used in every hole. But, she had no choice, “Yes, mistress,” said the tiny voice, “you can tie me up and leave me for the boys to have.”

Alice picked up the small form, again reveling in the feeling of power that she had and the feeling of helplessness the 6-year-old must have at being tossed about so easily. She put Katie down between her mommy’s spread legs. “Now, whenever I tell you to do something, no matter what it is, you say ‘Yes, mistress’ and do it. Or I’ll leave you for the boys or smother you with my own hands.” She reached down and spread Linda’s ass cheeks. Katie saw her mommy’s puckered asshole between those cheeks. “Lick it good, little bitch,” demanded her mistress. So, she did.

Mr. Hunter was also settling down for a quiet afternoon watching a ball game on TV. When the phone rang he answered it and a chill ran down his spine as he heard Marsha’s voice on the other end. “Go to the Mid Town Mall and wait for me,” she said and hung up. His eyes wandered to the XXX video tape laying beside his VCR and remembered his starring role. He slipped his shoes back on and drove to the mall. There was road construction almost entirely surrounding the mall, making it difficult to get into the mall. Inside, the mall was relatively deserted, reflecting the annoying road construction. It made the meeting place a public, but not crowded place – just perfect for Marsha’s plan.

The blackmailed teacher didn’t have to wait long. Soon, Marsha approached and he quickly appraised her. Despite his unwillingness to participate in these extra-curricular activities, he appreciated the curves of the 13-year-old. This afternoon she was dressed in a light blue shirt and a dark blue short skirt. Her clothes did not hide the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips on her maturing body. He also recognized Marsha’s younger sister, Jan, dressed in different colors, but otherwise similarly clothed in tight, revealing attire. From the look of the two, the third girl, even younger than Jan, was yet another sister.

Mr. Hunter was pacing nervously when he saw them. As they approached, Marsha guided him over to a group of benches. Marsha sat down next to her favorite teacher and her two sisters sat on a bench facing the two. Marsha casually put her hand on the man’s thigh and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. Even though there was no one nearby, Mr. Hunter felt as if a thousand eyes were on him as his student took that liberty. He glanced nervously around and saw no one staring.

“Do you wear boxers or briefs?” asked Marsha. She already knew the answer. He’d worn boxers the day he’d fucked her mom.

“Boxers,” he confirmed, his voice showing his suspicion.

“Go into that hallway and take them off,” instructed the student. She pointed at a darkened passageway that led to stock rooms in the rear area of the mall. “Bring them out and show us.”

“Marsha, I can’t,” said Mr. Hunter. “What if someone comes by.” He glanced around again. The small number of people didn’t give him much of an argument.

“We’ll stand guard for you, Mr. Hunter,” said Marsha sweetly. Then, more forcefully, “Now get moving.”

The mall area around them was clear for the moment, so he moved quickly to the darkened hall. The three girls stood at the entrance, watching him more than watching for passersby. As fast as he could, he pulled down his pants and then pulled down his boxers. He was naked from the waist down and the three girls were ogling him. No sooner had he gotten his boxers off than Marsha said, “Oh, shit, someone just came out of a store. They’re coming this way. Hurry!”

Fearing he was about to be caught literally with his pants down, the nervous teacher pulled his pants on as fast as he could. In his haste, he got his pants legs tangled and nearly fell down. He pulled them up and got them zipped as Marsha prodded him to move faster. As he tried to nonchalantly smooth his pants and put his shoes back on, Marsha said, “Just kidding, Mr. H. There was no one coming.” The three girls laughed. Cindy picked up his boxers and the three girls walked back into the mall with their slave in tow.

They sat down as before and Marsha pointed at Cindy, asking, “Mr. H, what color panties does Cindy have on?”

The helpless man looked at the littlest girl and saw her sitting with her legs spread. Her short skirt rode up her thighs, giving him a view up to her crotch. It took him a few seconds to realize he was staring at a bare pussy, then he blushed. “She’s not wearing panties,” he said to Marsha.

“Are you sure?” asked Marsha. “Take another look between my 10-year-old sister’s legs.”

Nervously he glanced around again. A group of shoppers was approaching, so he tried to look casual as his eyes went back to the bald pussy fully visible between those creamy white thighs. He said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Do you like it?” asked Cindy.

“Young lady, I think it entirely inappropriate,” said the man, trying to maintain some dignity.

The little girl pointed at the bulge in his pants and said, “You did like it though. I can tell.”

Mr. Hunter shifted his position so the bulge was less noticeable, a difficult task for a cock that size. His face was red as the shoppers passed by.

“What color panties is Jan wearing?” asked Marsha.

Expecting to see the same sight, the teacher looked between the spread legs of the middle sister. Up between those smooth thighs he again saw a bare pussy, but did a double take when he saw something else. The young girl’s pussy lips were spread by a large vibrator. As he looked at the 11-year-old’s face, she smiled and sighed, “Mmmmmmm. Watch me cum, Mr. Hunter.”

The male slave shifted nervously again, feeling his cock growing at the sight of an obviously aroused pre-teen in the midst of an orgasm. To Marsha, he said, “She’s not wearing any either.”

Finally, Marsha asked, “What color are my panties?”

“I can’t see them from here,” he said, seated right beside her.

Marsha looked up and down the mall. The nearest shoppers were over 100 feet away. “You can surely tell if I’m wearing any or not, can’t you.”

Mr. Hunter looked into his mistress’s eyes and knew what was expected. He put his hand on the smooth, warm thigh next to him and slid his hand under her short skirt until he touched her naked pussy lips. The bulge in his pants was ready to explode as he pulled his hand back out. Though he was being forced to do all this, it wasn’t without some sexual charge for the single man as he fondled the teenager. It wouldn’t be until a tape was shown to him later that he would find out he was on video with a zoom lens. Carol Brady was hiding around a corner, only the camera sticking out, recording his every move.

“Let’s go for a walk, Mr. H,” said Marsha, standing up. She pulled him by the hand and the four of them started down the mall. When they arrived in front of a lingerie shop, Victoria’s Secrets, Marsha led him inside. The clerk eyed the teacher funny as the four wandered through slinky, revealing nightgowns. “Would you like to see me in this?” asked Marsha, stopped to hold out a wispy baby doll nightie.

Mr. Hunter blushed and said, “Yes, Marsha. You’d look sexy in that.”

“Good, Mr. H,” she purred. “You’re learning. Now you find one for Jan and remember, she’s my little sex slave. Find something right for her.”

The nervous teacher wondered if they were actually going to make the purchases or if this was a window shopping game to embarrass him. He looked for something black and found a tight corset that would hide nothing, but accentuate the little girl’s figure. “That one,” he said casually.

“Very nice,” said Marsha. “I approve. Now, here’s the hard question. Find something for Cindy. What makes a 10-year-old look sexy?”

He’d anticipated the question and had spotted something earlier. He led the three girls straight to a set of flannel pajamas. “This is the one,” he said.

“Mr. H!” said Marsha. “You’re not playing right. That’s not going to make our little Cindy look sexy.”

“Oh, I think it will,” said the teacher. Then when he saw a look of continued skepticism. “No kidding. That gives a girl her age a look of innocence and that makes her look sexy.”

Marsha looked at the pajamas with that in mind. “OK, I suppose you could be right. You do play OK. One final thing, Mr. H.” She led him over to a section of the store that sold men’s clothes and stopped in front of a display of men’s G-strings. “I like that black one,” she said. “Buy it for yourself and you can wear it for me some time.”

The nervous man tried to look nonchalant as he picked up Marsha’s selection and took it to the counter for purchase. The clerk eyed him suspiciously as if she was aware that he’d let the teenager pick out a tiny bit of clothing that he was going to model later. He said nothing, figuring that any attempt to explain what was going on would only make him look guiltier. He paid in cash and left quickly with the three girls right behind him.

“Let’s go out to your car, Mr. H,” said Marsha. “This place is too public for cocksucking. You’d really like to have that big, hard cock sucked, now wouldn’t you?”

“Marsha, even the car is too public,” he pleaded. “At least let’s go back to my place. I’ll let you suck my cock there.”

“Oh, you’ll let us suck it wherever we are,” she said. “Let’s go, Mr. Suck Me Dry.” She pulled him toward the door. He led the three young girls out to his parked car. A single man, he wasn’t used to having kids follow him and thought it looked terribly conspicuous, especially knowing he was leading these girls to an illicit and illegal underage meeting. Out of habit, he’d parked it in the shade of a tree, putting several empty slots between his car and the closest other car. He unlocked the car and Marsha said, “Hop in the back seat, Mr. H. There’s more room there.”

A nervous glance around the parking lot told him it was safe for the moment, but he knew that could change at any time. He slid into the back seat and was surprised to be joined by Cindy. He stared in amazement as the 10-year-old unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. A blowjob from the littlest girl was the last thing he’d expected. His cock had shrunk on the walk out to the car, but the feel of her small hand stroking his cock brought him back to his full 10 inches. Without a word, Cindy put her lips on the head of the huge, throbbing cock and slid it deep into the back of her throat, a move the teacher had witnessed only twice before – from her two sisters. What a heavenly feeling, he thought as he let himself go. He had no recourse, so he figured he might as well enjoy the moment. The fear of being caught somehow made him hornier and the little girl was a fantastic cocksucker. Kneeling on the back seat with her face in his crotch, Cindy’s skirt rose up and her bare bottom was visible. What the hell, he thought, and reached over to caress the lovely white ass. His finger slipped between her thighs and found her pussy from the rear. The cocksucker purred as he rubbed her pussy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the car window right beside him. He couldn’t see what was going on, but he could see the torso of an adult woman through the window. “Shit!” he exclaimed, realizing he’d been caught with his cock in the mouth of a fourth grade girl. He rolled down the window, “Ma’am, it’s not what it seems,” he explained. Then found himself staring into the face of Carol Brady. “Shit, you scared the hell out of me,” he said.

“Oh, so you’re relieved to see me,” said Carol. “I just caught you with your cock in my 10-year-old girl’s mouth and you think that’s OK? And your finger up her cunt?”

As Mr. Hunter sputtered and stammered, trying to find the right words, Cindy giggled. “Oh, mom, he was about to cum. Let him alone.”

Carol swung the video camera into view and said, “At least let me capture this for posterity.” She pointed the camera through the window and zoomed in on the once again wilted cock. The trapped teacher’s cock hardened again as Cindy’s hand slid up and down the shaft.

Then, to his surprise, Cindy said, “Please, Mr. Hunter, don’t make me suck your cock again.”

“I’m not making you do this,” he protested. “Stop right now if you want.”

“Cut!” yelled Carol. “No, no, no. That’s not your line. You need to say ‘Shut up and suck my cock, little girl.’ Now let’s try it again. Take two.”

Again Cindy said, “Please, Mr. Hunter, don’t make me suck your cock again.”

The teacher sat dumbly staring at the cute blond looking innocently up at him. “Oh, god,” he said. He realized he was making a porno film.

“Cut!” said Carol again. “Your line is ‘Shut up and suck my cock, little girl.’ Take three. Roll ‘em.”

Again Cindy repeated, “Please, Mr. Hunter, don’t make me suck your cock again.”

“Shut up and suck my cock, little girl,” said the sex star. For good measure he slapped her on her bare ass. Then his finger went back into her cunt. It felt so good to have her purring as she sucked his cock. He didn’t dare face the camera, but knew every bob of the little girl’s head was being recorded. She sucked him hard.

“Isn’t she good?” asked Marsha.

The girls’ victim looked at the two girls in the front seat watching their little sister eagerly. The two girls were both topless, showing him their small tits and fondling each other’s tits. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned. “You’re all great cocksuckers.” As he watched, Marsha and Jan leaned together in an open-mouth kiss. He shot his load down the little girl’s throat with a moan of pleasure.

Cindy was on the verge of her own orgasm, but the teacher stopped stroking her pussy when he came. She flipped herself over and spread her legs. “Finish me, Mr. Hunter,” she begged. “Make me cum.” He slipped his finger back into her cunt and rubbed furiously until she screamed, “Oh, yes, Mr. Hunter, fuck me with your fingers. Thank you for making me cum.” As her orgasm subsided, she looked at him and said, “Aren’t you going to lick your finger like you do every other time?”

What every other time? he thought, but realized she’d said that for the camera. Now it looked like he’d done this many times before. With little reluctance, the slave put his wet finger into his mouth and tasted the little girl’s juices.

Cindy pulled down her skirt and slid out of the car. The beleaguered teacher watched as Marsha and Jan put their shirts back on and got out of the car, too. Marsha leaned in through the open window and said, “Be at my house Friday evening at 5:45 PM. Wear what you just bought. Don’t be late. See you later.” With a jaunty wave, she left, following in the wake of her mother and sisters. Mr. Hunter sat in the back seat of his car for several minutes before he dared get into the front seat and drive off. He was having intense sexual relations with a trio of horny underage girls. If not for the danger of his position and the fact that he was not in control, he might have looked forward to Friday night.

Mr. Hunter normally spent his free period in his classroom, grading papers or preparing the next lesson. But, since the time he’d been ambushed by Marsha and Jan, he’d taken to spending it in the teacher’s lounge, trying to avoid his young mistress. However, he found out Tuesday, that she’d find him when she wanted him. She’d noticed the change in his habits and that morning said, “Mr. H, I’ll be looking for you a noon today. Be in your classroom or else.”

And so it was that the teacher was sitting meekly at his desk waiting for his mistress and wondering what was in store for him today. When the door opened, he was surprised to see it was Jan, not Marsha, that came in. The middle sister was always playing a passive role, so he looked to see if Marsha was following her sister. But, Jan walked up to him and handed him a note. ‘Take out your cock and make Jan suck it,' said the note.

“You don’t want to suck my cock and I don’t really want it sucked,” said Mr. H. “You just sit here for a while and them we’ll just tell Marsha that you did what the note said.”

“She’ll know,” said Jan. “She’ll check or maybe she won’t, but you can’t take that chance.” And he was also mistaken in assuming the little sex slave didn’t enjoy following her mistress’s orders. It wasn’t the cocksucking that thrilled her, it was the fact that she was being forced to suck cock. She wanted the release that came from being a good little slut.

Jan was right and the trapped teacher knew it. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He managed to gain some control by maneuvering the little girl under his desk where she couldn’t be seen. He leaned back and let her take his huge cock down her throat. Relaxed, he felt the warm mouth caressing his cock and thought this wasn’t all that bad, if it weren’t for the fact that he was in big trouble if he got caught. He was shaken from his reverie by the sound of his door opening.

He watched Kelly walk into the room and wondered if she was involved in this blackmail as well. “Kelly, I was just relaxing on my free time,” he said, nervously trying to dismiss the girl. “Could you come back a little bit later?”

“Oh, that’s OK, Mr. Hunter,” she replied. “I just came in to get some peace and quiet and do some studying. I promise I won’t bother you.” She walked into the room and sat down at a desk facing the poor teacher. Then, she opened her book and started reading.

Mr. Hunter’s cock had wilted with the distraction, but Jan soon brought it back to its full length with her talented mouth. He let out a low moan of pleasure as she caressed his balls and licked his shaft. Then, embarrassed that he had made a sound, he blushed and looked at Kelly. She was looking at him strangely. “Are you OK, Mr. Hunter?” she asked.

“Yes, OK, I’m OK,” he stammered. “Just…” but he couldn’t think of a decent excuse quickly and his words trailed off.

Kelly got up and walked up to his desk. She leaned over, putting her forearms on his desk. “Are you sure?” she asked. She’d given him a perfect view down the front of her blouse, showing off a lovely set of braless tits. Then she giggled, “Oh, Mr. Hunter, what have you got under your desk?”

The helpless teacher took that as a rhetorical question. He knew she was in on the deal as well and she knew perfectly well what or who was under his desk. Kelly walked to the classroom door and locked it. On the way back, she shed her blouse, giving him a full view of her teenage mounds. She tweaked her nipples as she got to his desk and laid her blouse in front of him. Then she removed her panties and tossed them on the desk as well. The pantyless girl then said, “Smell them.”

Slowly he picked up the panties and put them to his nose. He inhaled the scent of the teen, enjoying the fragrance. Then he watched as she raised her skirt above her waist. The petite girl’s blond pussy just barely peeked at him above the desk. For the view he had, she might as well have been totally nude. When she leaned forward again, he reached out and cupped her soft tits, feeling the warm flesh. He let out another moan of pleasure and fell his orgasm rising.

Under the desk, Jan felt the teacher tense and she sucked all 10 inches down her throat. The wonderful little cocksucker squeezed his balls as she felt his cum pumped down her throat. She milked every last drop from his cock, then got out from under the desk.

Kelly took her panties back off the desk and pulled them on again. Still topless, she said, “Now, Jan, Marsha gave me very specific instructions. Get up on the desk, spread your legs, and let Mr. Hunter make you cum with his tongue.”

“Shit,” said Mr. Hunter. Even with the locked door, such a public display made him very nervous. But, he had no choice. Jan climbed up on the desk, pulled down her panties, then spread her legs, giving the teacher a clear view of her hairless pre-teen pussy. Kelly slipped her blouse back on as Mr. Hunter bent forward and ran his tongue up the tender snatch on his desk. He cupped her firm ass in his hands and pulled her up to meet his probing tongue. He licked her with gusto, hoping to rapidly get the little girl off so the two would leave. He was not disappointed as Jan grabbed his head and ran her fingers through his hair, then came quickly. When she got up, there was a wet spot on his desk. Mr. Hunter cleaned it up with his tongue without thinking.

Jan retrieved her panties and put them back on. Then, the two girls left him alone, breathlessly excited and humbly ashamed at the same time. It was only seconds before Marsha stuck her head in the door and asked, “How did she taste, slave?”

“She tasted forbidden,” said the enslaved teacher. It was true. “She tasted good,” he added and that was true, too.

It was on Wednesday that Miss Whelan announced to her math classes that she was thinking about moving to New York. She’d thought for a couple of days about the last weekend and decided that she really did want more. She wanted to fuck her student and know who she was fucking. To her disappointment, no one stayed after any of her classes.

After school though, Peter Brady came into her room. He walked up to her desk and asked, “Why would you move to New York?”

She wasn’t sure if Peter was the one and this wasn’t quite the approach she’d expected. But, she realized he was being cautious, and so should she. She returned with. “I met some new friends over the weekend. We had such a good time that I thought being with them would be great. I think they’re from New York.”

“Really?” said Peter. “I had a great experience this weekend, too. But it doesn’t involve going to New York. We went to this remote place where there was no one around. You could scream at the top of your lungs, but no one would hear.”

That was pretty obvious, she thought, but still not quite coming out and saying he was her rapist. “Well, I did some screaming this weekend, but that wasn’t the best part. Saturday afternoon, when things quieted down some, I went to…no, I came … I came to places I’d never been before.”

Peter moved closer to his teacher. Looking into her eyes, he could see the anticipation and the desire. He leaned toward her and put his lips on hers. She responded, running her tongue into his mouth and knowing from the taste of his mouth that he was her weekend rapist/lover. When his hand went to her breast, she didn’t shrink away. His touch was electric and again awakened her memory of teenage love. She knew this was wrong, but wanted it so bad, she was willing to take the risk.

“Let’s go to my apartment,” said Miss Whelan, her voice husky with passion. “Let this be our first time and I don’t want anyone else around.” Like your father, she was thinking.

“Cool,” said the 11-year-old, having successfully seduced his math teacher in a matter of moments.

On the short drive to her apartment, Peter wondered how to continue this fast paced seduction. On Saturday, she’d responded best to her teenage memories, so he decided to just treat her like a teenager, not an adult. He had to make the moves and she would be coy. Well, on second thought, she might not be coy, but he remembered the passion she’d shown on Saturday and wanted to try to make her be a coy teenager again.

So, when they walked into her apartment and she immediately suggested the bedroom, Peter slowed her down. “Let’s sit on the couch, Kathy” he said. “Tell me about what you and Charlie used to do.” He sat down and patted the couch next to him, inviting her to sit.

“We used to sit under the apple tree,” she said. She sat down, but too far away, thought Peter. Then she leaned over, putting her head in his lap and looking up at him. It was a perfect fit. “I laid with my head in his lap. And we’d talk. Sometimes he’d kiss me.” She brought herself back to the present and said, “I like this Peter. But, if we’re going to pretend, let’s do it right. Charlie was wearing just a pair of shorts and I was… well, let me go change.” As she got up she said with disappointment, “Oh, you don’t have any shorts. Well, just take off your shirt, shoes, and socks. Think summer.” Then she disappeared.

When Kathy returned, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a plaid shirt that buttoned up the front. She laid down again with her head in Peter’s lap and rested her hand on his bare chest. “We used to lay just like this. He’d kiss me sometimes and I’d just rub his hard chest.” When Peter bent down and kissed her, it was a more chaste kiss, a peck on the lips between young lovers. “Yeah, like that,” she said. “Here,” she took his hand and placed in on her stomach. “He’d put his hand here and when he got bold, he’d reach under my shirt and rub my bare stomach. But never anything else.”

“But you wanted more?” asked Peter.

“I don’t know,” said Kathy. “Not then, but I wish now that we had. I … I… I would have let him do more. If he’d tried.”

“What did you talk about?” Peter was getting bold. Her stomach was warm and firm.

“Oh, stuff,” she said, trying to take her memory back that far. “He’d talk about baseball and college and being a pilot. He wanted to be a pilot. I’d talk about … oh,” she blushed, “silly stuff. Like being a wife and mother. I wanted to have babies. I wanted to be a pilot’s wife. Oh, god, I never thought about this career stuff, about being a teacher.”

Peter bent down and kissed her again, a hint of tongue between her lips. She seemed not to notice that he’d unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of her shirt. He undid the third and caressed her exposed stomach. He could have reached up to touch the underside of a breast, but he waited.

“So, I’d talk about this little house with a white picket fence. I’d talk about having five kids, about taking care of my husband. I never said it was Charlie, but it was understood.” She looked up at the pre-teen caressing her body, totally unconcerned about the age difference and the legality of what was happening. When the last two buttons of her blouse were undone and the material fell away to reveal her lovely tits, she sighed. Of course, back then, she hadn’t needed a bra, so she wasn’t wearing one now.

As he caressed her naked tits, Peter’s next kiss was more passionate, their tongues meeting and dancing together. He continued to stroke his topless teacher, marveling in the firmness of her large tits. He thought of a girl about Jan’s age, laying in the lap of her boyfriend and having her small tits stroked for the first time. Back then, she’d likely have balked at the next step, but he knew today this woman would not. So, he reached for the snap and zipper of her shorts and undid them.

She could feel his hard little cock through his pants. When she turned her head, it pressed against her cheek. My god, she thought, I’ve had this cock in me several times, but I’ve never seen it. Like a 12-year-old school girl, she was suddenly eager to see what her boy lover had in his pants. She smiled coyly at Peter and rolled to her stomach, then got to her hands and knees. She reached for his snap and zipper and undid his pants. “Can I see it?” she asked, her voice full of innocence.

“Can I see yours?” asked Peter, capturing the same innocence. She melted right there. Charlie had said that to her in her dreams so many times over the years.

The woman stood and slid down her shorts, then paused. “You next,” she said. When Peter stood and slid down his pants, she nervously fingered the waistband of her panties. Peter took her in his arms and she had to bend to kiss him, but it was an open mouthed kiss that hardened his cock and moistened her pussy. With his head pillowed in her tits, Peter slipped her panties down to her thighs. She wiggled and they fell to the floor. When he stepped back to admire her, he slid down his own underwear.

She gasped at the sight of her first real cock. It was just the size she’d expected and standing up hard and proud, pointing at her tits. A week ago she wouldn’t have dreamed of this, but now she knelt before the boy and took his small cock into her mouth. “Oh, yes, Kathy, that feels good,” said Peter. “But, that’s not where I want to put it now.”

When she took the cock out of her mouth, she asked, “Where do you want to put it, lover?” Without waiting for an answer, she laid back and spread her legs.

Peter climbed on his teacher and felt his cock slip up her love tunnel, a perfect fit. Her tits were at just the right place for him to suck on her nipples as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. It was a stretch for the woman, but she wanted his lips on hers, so she bent down and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Kathy Whelan wrapped her legs around her lover and pulled him in tight. She was already aroused from the fantasy, so the rubbing of his cock against her clit made her gasp in delight. Though she found this wonderful, she thought about the terrific orgasm she’d had from a cock in her ass. Perhaps she’d let Peter fuck every hole, but for now, she was happy. She felt her body tingle and the rush of the orgasm approaching. It was an effort to not scream, but in the cramped apartment, she knew everyone would hear. “Ooooooo, Peter,” she said as she came. He continued to pump, then shot his load deep up his teacher’s pussy. “Yes, Kathy,” he said. “That was great.”

The horny teacher rolled over and put her ass in the air. She turned from a teenage girl into the rape victim from the weekend. “Please, put your cock in my ass. I want to feel a big hard cock up my ass. Don’t hurt me any more. I’ll let you fuck my tight ass. Please, just don’t hurt me anymore.” She crossed her hands behind her as if they were tied. “Please, fuck my ass,” she begged.

Peter’s cock rose to attention, always turned on by a pleading woman. In seconds he pushed his cock all the way up her tight ass, then started stroking frantically. Under him he could hear his teacher moaning through an orgasm, her hand massaging her own clit. The young boy pumped his cock in and out of the tight ass of his teacher for several minutes, then filled her with cum.

When he left, Peter refused her offer of a ride home. Though it was several miles to his house, his dad’s office was just a couple of blocks. He ran the entire way and once in the office he rushed passed Linda with a wave. He burst into his dad’s office and said, “She’s going to New York. And I’ve been there with her all afternoon.”

Mike looked at his son quizzically before the words sank in. He closed the door to his office and said, “You mean you fucked Miss Whelan today?”

“In every hole,” bragged Peter.

Thursday evening, Alice dropped by the apartment of her two slaves. She knew that whatever the two were doing, it was less important than serving her. So, when she knocked and the door opened, she just walked in without waiting for an invitation. Her two beauties were watching a movie on the VCR. To her surprise, the 6-year-old Katie and her mommy were watching Strip Tease. “Teaching Katie to strip?” she asked.

“No,” said Katie. “Mommy’s teaching herself. She has to dance like that tomorrow for Uncle Mike.”

“And not you?” asked Alice.

“Maybe me, too,” said Katie. “It looks like fun. But I don’t have a special outfit like mommy does.”

“Oh, so many questions to ask,” said Alice. This was going to be fun. “First, tell me about Uncle Mike and tomorrow night.”

Linda answered, “Uncle Mike, well, he’s not really Katie’s uncle, makes me … well, he fucks me and so does his whole family. He has Katie sucking every cock and licking every pussy. He’s my boss at work, and he has pictures of me and Katie, me licking Katie that is.”

“How did he get pictures like that?” asked Alice.

“He made me take them myself. He threatened to fire me if I didn’t let him fuck me while my daughter watched and then …”

She was cut off by Alice. Shit, Linda was such an easy bitch to take, she thought. The spineless cunt let him fuck her while a 6-year-old watched and just over a job. If she’d known it was that easy, Alice would have taken the stupid bitch months earlier. “OK, he’s a real pervert. Sounds like my kind of guy. Where and when do we see him tomorrow?”

“We?” asked Linda weakly. “I don’t know if you should…”

“We’ll surprise him,” said Alice. “A guy like that won’t mind a bit. And if you warn him I’m coming with you, I’ll have Katie sucking a line of cocks so long she’ll be shitting cum for a week.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Linda. “If you’re here at 5:30 tomorrow night, we can go together.”

“That’s more like it,” said the dominatrix.

“I’d like to see your outfit, but I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow night,” said Alice. “Now, strip your little girl for me and warm up her pussy.”

Katie backed off from her mommy as the submissive followed her mistress’s orders. But, she was quickly caught and felt her panties pulled off. She squirmed away, much to Alice’s delight, and crawled on her hands and knees toward the bedroom door, her bare ass showing. Her mommy caught her by an ankle and pulled her back, this time pulling down the little girl’s skirt. The bare assed little slave wiggled out of her mommy’s grasp again and ran down the hall. When Linda moved to follow, Alice said, “Bring her back here before you finish. I want to watch her lose every stitch of clothing.”

From the bedroom there was the sound of a brief scuffle, then Linda emerged carrying Katie. She had her arms wrapped around the little girl’s chest, giving their mistress a full view of the 6-year-old’s bare pussy between her flailing legs. “No, no, mommy, please,” begged Katie. “She does disgusting things. She hurts me.”

Mommy grabbed her baby’s T-shirt and ripped it off the writhing body. She pulled Katie hands behind her, presenting their mistress with a fully naked little slave. “Hold still,” commanded Alice.

Remembering her warning from last time, Katie quieted and said, “Yes, mistress.” She stood still, letting the woman inspect her pre-pubescent body. “What are you going to do?” she asked.

“Whatever I want, my little slave,” said Alice. “The sooner you learn that, the easier it will be for you.” Then to Linda she said, “I told you to warm up her pussy.”

Katie let her mommy lay her down on the floor and watched as her mommy’s tongue slipped between her pussy lips. As good as it felt, Katie still felt creepy with the bigger woman watching them.

“Talk to your mommy,” said Alice. “Tell her how good it feels.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Katie. “Lick my pussy, mommy slut. Lick it good. Put your tongue on my clit and eat my pussy. I love it when you lick my pussy, mommy slut. Make me cum, bitch.” Alice just smiled at the eagerness of the little girl to please her mistress. Seeing the smile, Katie got into it more, “That’s it, you fucking bitch, lick my tight little pussy. Lick your baby’s pussy. Lick me like you licked me for Uncle Mike. Lick me like you licked me for Billy. Oh, fuck, mommy slut, slave bitch, lick me hard. Lick me while mistress watches. Lick me like the slut you are.”

“OK, stop,” said Alice. The look of disappointment on Katie’s face was obvious, but she didn’t dare complain to her mistress. “Now, Katie strip your mommy.”

Unlike her daughter, Linda didn’t fight as Katie pulled down her panties and raised her skirt to flash her bare pussy at their mistress. Then, the little girl yanked down her mommy’s skirt, leaving the woman naked from the waist down. When Katie had difficulty removing her mommy’s T-shirt, Linda knelt down. In that position, the little girl could pull the slave slut’s T-shirt off over her head, then remove her bra. Like her mommy had, Katie pulled Linda’s hands behind her, exposing the woman’s full breasts and bare pussy to their mistress.

“Now, warm up her pussy,” said Alice. She watched as Katie pushed her mommy to the floor and crawled between her legs to taste the shaved pussy. “Talk to her,” Alice said to Linda.

“Your turn, little bitch,” said Linda. “Fucking lick your mommy’s pussy, little slave slut. Lick me like you licked me for Uncle Mike. Lick me while mistress watches you. Eat my fucking pussy, little bitch. Put your 6-year-old tongue to work on my hot pussy.”

Alice smiled at the interaction between her two slaves. She wondered how the two got along when she wasn’t around. They were so eager to belittle each other while they tried to please their mistress. She wanted to push them once step further. “Linda, I think your naughty little girl deserves a spanking for calling you a bitch and a slut. Put her over your knee and spank her little ass.”

“Mommy, no,” wailed the little girl as she was unceremoniously draped across her mommy’s lap. Her bare little bottom stuck up in the air, wiggling but unable to avoid the first blow. Smack! “Eeeeee, mommy, please,” cried Katie. Alice moved behind Katie and put her finger to the 6-year-old’s pussy. She found the clit and started rubbing the already aroused button. Smack! “Oh, oh, oh, mommy, please stop,” screamed Katie. She felt the burn on her ass and the tingle in her pussy. Smack! “Oh, please, ooooo, fuck me, oooooo, yes.” Smack! “Owwwwww, ooooo, fuck, yes.” Smack! “Oooo, yes, mistress, I’m cumming.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Katie’s ass burned bright red as she came on her mistress’s finger. “Ooooooo, fuck me, yes, please,” she yelled.

Katie was put on her feet. She was breathing heavily, her flat chest heaving and her whole body quivering. She put one hand on her tender ass and the other to her pussy, rubbing herself furiously. As her mistress watched, another orgasm wracked the little slave’s body. She stared into the eyes of her mistress as she came for her. Holy shit, thought Alice, feeling the power she had over the two. Her little slave was a hot little bitch.

“Your turn,” Alice said to Linda. “You’re too big for Katie’s lap, so just get down on your hands and knees, ass up in the air.” The big slave complied, hanging her head in shame at the thought of being spanked by her daughter. “Katie, your mommy’s been bad, too. She called her little baby a little bitch. Spank her ass.” But, she produced a leather belt that she handed to the smiling little girl.

Smack! “Yeeeee, ooowwwww,” yelled Linda, completely surprised by the feel of leather on her exposed ass. She looked at her daughter and saw the grin as she swung again. Smack! “Eeeeeee, ooooooohh, shit,” yelled the mommy. She too felt the tingle in her pussy as Alice reached between her legs and found her clit. “Ooo,” she moaned. Smack! “Aaaa, ooooooo, spank your bad mommy,” said Linda. “Ooooo, yes.” Smack! “Eeeeeeeee, god, Katie, whip your naughty mommy, ooooooooo.” Smack! The hand in her pussy was diddling her furiously as her ass warmed up. Smack! “Aaaah, ooooo, fuck, yes, mistress, make me cum, ooooh,” she moaned. As she started to cum, Alice said, “Spank her fast and hard.” Like her daughter had before her, Linda exploded in an orgasm for her mistress, while her ass was being whipped. Smack! Smack! Smack! “Eeeeeeeeee, fuck me, yes,” moaned the big slave as she collapsed in a heap.

Alice glanced over at her little slave and saw her again furiously rubbing her own cunt and staring into the eyes of her mistress. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, as her legs trembled from the excitement and pleasure of a third orgasm.

Alice let her two slaves rest for a few minutes, then took her own clothes off. It was time she was pleasured. “Let’s play my little pony,” she said.

Katie giggled. “We can’t,” she said. “We need a cock.”

Alice produced a strap on dildo that she’d brought in her bag. She put it on and waved her 8-inch cock around the room. The end of the dildo nestled in her cunt pressed against her clit so that when she fucked her slaves, she would get off, too.

“It’s so big,” said Katie. She’d taken Greg’s 6 incher last week, but his was also not so big around. Fearfully she wondered what that would feel like sliding up her small asshole. But, if mistress wanted her to, then she would take it all. She knelt down on her hands and knees and put her trembling ass high in the air.

“No, I think you’re right,” said their mistress. “This is awfully big for a little girl like you. Linda, get over here and assume the position.” The big slave took the same position that her daughter had, putting her red ass up in the air for further abuse. She whinnied and Alice mounted up. The bigger woman put the cockhead at the opening to the slave’s sore ass and pushed it slowly in. Linda grunted in pain as the cock spread her asshole wide, then gasped as her tormentor started sliding the thick dildo in and out of her stretched ass. After a couple of strokes and a slap on her ass, she remembered to whinny again.

The mistress was already so aroused, she was almost disappointed to feel her orgasm rush upon her. She slowed down the pace, shoving the big cock in deep and leaving it there. Then she’d pull it out slowly and ram it in again. She delighted in the grunt from her slave each time she thrust deep. When she’d teased herself long enough, Alice pushed the cock in deep and rubbed her clit against the end of the dildo buried in her own cunt. “Oh, fuck, yes, my little pony, take my cock in your ass, slave bitch.” As her orgasm passed, she pulled out of the woman under her. Katie was staring in rapt wonder, her hand taking her to an uncounted number of orgasms.

Alice unstrapped the dildo and waved her little slave down to her sopping red haired pussy. “Clean me up, little one,” she said. She relaxed as her little slave licked the pussy juices from her thighs and dried her mistress’s sopping cunt with her little tongue. When all was clean, Katie willingly found the clit of her mistress and licked the domineering woman to another orgasm.

Finally satisfied, the mistress dressed and left her two slaves. She was still wondering how the two could get along without her. Did the mommy exact revenge upon the daughter for the whipping her daughter had given her? Did the daughter have the will to make her mommy do what she wanted? She figured it was the latter and decided that sooner or later she would have to teach Katie to be a mistress herself.