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*The Favor* by MWTB

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*Part 2: Summer*

*Chapter 10: The Day After*

I woke up in the morning with a soft, wet, lovely feeling around
my cock. I looked down towards my crotch and saw Rachel looking
up at me.

"Am I doing a good job?" she asked.

"Certainly passable," I told her. "Keep practicing and I know
you'll get it just right."

She smiled at me and continued her duties. This was the second
time in a row that I was waking up to a blow-job. A boy could
really get used to this! Even though this year would be about
Rachel and her needs, I could at least console myself that I
would be enjoying it to the fullest! Meanwhile, I lay back down
and enjoyed the feelings that Rachel was giving me. She really
was getting better, taking her cues from my moans; I knew that it
was important to train her right, and positive feedback was the
best way.

Twice I had Rachel back off so that I could prolong my pleasure,
but I finally had enough and wanted my release, so I grabbed her
head and held myself in her mouth as I shot my cum. When I was
finished, I relaxed while Rachel gently used her tongue to clean
me off. When I started moving, Rachel asked, "What's the plan for
today, Jeff?"

I smiled and said, "Whatever I want, I thought." She nodded and I
continued, "Let's get cleaned up and we'll go over to my house
for a bit."

I got up and went to the bathroom, and Rachel followed. I stood
at the toilet and peed, with Rachel watching intently.
Apparently, this was new for her as well. "Fascinating?" I asked
her.

She nodded her head and said, "I've never seen a boy pee before."

"What about those statues?" I asked.

"A little willy spurting water out of a stone statue is something
quite different from your lovely cock streaming piss," she said
haughtily.

My stream petered out and I shook my dick. I said, "Maybe next
time you can hold it."

"Can I?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes, my little slut, next time you can even aim for me," I told
her.

When I was done peeing I turned on the shower and dragged her in
with me. I enjoyed soaping her and rubbing her all over. This was
the first time I had showered with a girl, and I resolved to do
it with all my girlfriends.

When we were clean, and perhaps a little excited as well, we got
dressed; I put on my clothes from yesterday and she put on a
short dress, the only thing I'd allow her to wear. We headed next
door and quietly went upstairs. I knew that my parents were
probably still in bed; they liked sleeping in on weekends. I also
knew that Michelle had covered for me last night.

I went to Michelle's room and quietly opened the door. I peeked
in and I saw that she was still asleep, lying under the covers.
From the look of her shoulders peeking out the top, she had not
worn anything to bed. I gestured Rachel to follow me into the
room, and I closed the door behind her.

"Strip," I whispered.

"What?" Rachel exclaimed in a strangled whisper.

"Strip," I repeated quietly.

Rachel looked at me in desperation but did what I asked. "My
parents taught me to share all my toys with my sister," I
explained to Rachel in a quiet voice. "I wouldn't dream of not
sharing my latest toy.

"I want you to go over to the other side of the bed and climb
under the covers with Michelle. Then I want you to press up
against her and wrap your arms around her. I want you to play
gently with her breast until I tell you otherwise. Do you
understand?"

Rachel nodded jerkily and went around the bed to do as I asked. I
sat in a chair on the near side of Michelle's bed and watched
her. I saw the line of Michelle's nude leg as Rachel got into the
bed, but that was quickly covered. I saw Rachel's hand under the
cover, and I heard Michelle moan quietly. I was watching
Michelle's face the whole time, and I enjoyed the small smile on
the corner of her mouth.

Eventually I saw her eyes flutter open, and she tensed as she
felt the real hand on her breast and she saw me looking at her. I
saw Rachel freeze up as she realized that Michelle was awake.

"What's going on, J?" Michelle asked.

I smiled and flicked my eyes to Rachel, and she understood the
glance and began her caresses again. "I know that you always
complain that I don't share my toys," I told Michelle, "so I
thought I'd share this one."

Michelle groaned and said, "Thank you, but can you give me a
little privacy with her?"

"No way!" I exclaimed. "I remember what you did with the toys
that I did share. I don't want to get this one back missing a
limb, or with its hair cut off!"

"Hey, you were the one that did that to my Barbies!" she
complained. "Besides," she said, grinding her ass back against
Rachel's crotch, "it feels like this one is already bald!"

Rachel flushed and groaned deeply at that comment.

"Nevertheless," I said, "I'm not letting you get this toy alone.
If you want to play, you have to let me watch!"

Michelle looked at me intently. This was not part of any deal
that we had made, but she was certainly steamed up. As I said
earlier, my relationship with my sister was pretty good, but we
did not do casual nudity, and we certainly have never had a
sexual relationship. I think that Michelle realized I was pushing
Rachel, not her. However it was her body that I was using to do
it. But the way I saw it, it was her fault; after all, she was
the one that put that image of her with a dildo into my mind.

"Very well," she said after a few moments of thought. She turned
over and wrapped her arms around a surprised Rachel and gave her
a deep kiss.

"Thanks for the wakeup call," she whispered to Rachel as she
fondled Rachel's lovely tit.

Michelle made out with Rachel for a few minutes, and then backed
off and asked me, "So what have you done with her?"

I thought about how to respond for a few seconds, then I said,
"Suffice it to say that she is no longer a virgin in any way."

Michelle looked over at me with raised eyebrows and said, "Really
bro? You work fast!" She looked back at Rachel, who was blushing
furiously, then said to me, "I don't think you are quite
correct."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You might think that you took all her cherries," Michelle
explained, "but has she ever had another girl's fingers up her
twat?" I could see from the movements under the blankets as well
as Rachel's gasp that Michelle was taking care of that particular
cherry for me.

"You are *so* crude," I told Michelle.

"Me crude?" Michelle asked, her arm continuing to move under the
covers. "I am not the one who tried to get his fuck toy in
between his sister's legs!"

"That's not what I did!" I complained weakly.

"Right, like you didn't expect to see your toy between my legs!"
Michelle told me. Then she turned to Rachel and said quietly,
"You do know that is where you are going next, don't you? You've
got me all worked up, and I want relief. I want your tongue on my
clit!"

Rachel looked over at me with a combination of fear and lust, but
I just repeated, "We share our toys."

Michelle smiled at me and started pushing Rachel down the bed.
Rachel's head slipped under the covers and I saw the lump moving
down to Michelle's midsection. I knew exactly the moment that
Rachel's tongue started its work from the gasp that Michelle
emitted as well as the look on her face as her eyes glazed over.

Rachel might have been a beginner, but she clearly dove into her
task with the same vigor as she did my blowjob. One unexpected
benefit was that her wiggling and moving under the covers caused
the blankets to pull down, and Michelle was in no condition to
even notice it, let alone fix it. I watched as Michelle's tits
slowly became exposed, and I have to admit that Michelle had very
nice tits.

I was getting _very_ excited, both by the sight of Michelle's
tits as well as the knowledge that Rachel was eating her to
orgasm right in front of me. In very little time I heard Michelle
gasping and moaning, and I saw her take Rachel's head in her
hands and pull her tight. Michelle's upper body clenched and bent
over as she wheezed quietly. I suppose it was a weird thing to be
thinking at the time, but I was amazed at the myriad of different
ways that girls cum.

Despite my roving thoughts, my cock clearly had only one thing on
its mind. As soon as I was sure that Michelle had finished I
hissed, "Get over here Rachel!"

Rachel scurried out from under the covers to stand next to me. In
the process, she pulled the covers off of Michelle, exposing her
completely to me. I glanced over and saw that Michelle had a tuft
of fine blonde hair pointing to her pussy, but her pussy lips
were shaved clean. She squeaked as soon as she realized that she
was exposed and she pulled the blankets back up to cover all her
private areas.

When there was no more of Michelle to see, I grabbed Rachel's
head and pulled her in for a kiss. That kiss had the dual benefit
of allowing me to feel Rachel's hot, probing tongue in my mouth,
as well as giving me a taste of my sister's pussy, albeit
indirect.

When I had my fill, I pulled away and told Rachel, "Your show got
me _really_ worked up. You gave my sister pleasure with your
mouth, now do the same for me!" I pushed her down and she shoved
my pants down and dropped her mouth over my cock. She worked me
hard for a minute, then pulled off and started licking around the
base. She licked up the sides while staring my sister in the
eyes.

Michelle watched as Rachel slowly pleasured me; just as this had
been my first view of her body, this was her first view of mine.
"You're not such a little brother," Michelle said breathlessly,
and I wasn't sure if the lack of breath was because of what
Rachel had just done to her, or because of the view in front of
her.

In either case, I was not in the mood to be teased for Michelle's
*or* Rachel's benefit, so I urged Rachel to stop teasing. In a
very short amount of time I was ready to blow again, and I
whispered to Rachel, "Don't swallow," as I held her head in place
around my cock and blew into her mouth.

When I was finished I pulled back and rested Rachel's head in my
lap for a minute. I watched Michelle watching me as I pulled my
pants back up. "Go give Michelle a kiss and thank her for being
your first woman," I told Rachel. She looked up at me with an
evil grin and walked sexily back to Michelle.

Rachel climbed up onto the bed next to Michelle, and without
warning, she pulled the blankets off Michelle, stripping her to
view again. She swung her leg over Michelle, straddling her hips
as she bent over, grabbed the back of Michelle's head, and
planted a big kiss on her. I saw Michelle's eyes go wide as she
got into the kiss. A moment later Rachel jumped off of Michelle
and came back to stand near me. Michelle pulled the blankets back
up to her and yelled at me, "You stinker! You told her to give me
your cum!"

I smiled and said, "I tasted your cum on her, I thought it was
only fair that you get a taste of mine!"

Michelle grabbed her pillow and started pummeling both of us.
"Get out of here, and take your fuck toy with you!" she said,
laughing. I grabbed Rachel's hand and we ran to my room.

We fell onto my bed laughing, until Rachel said, "Oh no, I left
my dress in Michelle's room! How am I going to get it back?"

"Don't worry," I told her, "I'm sure she'd be willing to give it
back to you. For a price!" We both fell back onto the bed,
laughing.

+++++

*Chapter 11: The Beach*

After the night and morning of losing so many of my cherries,
things became startlingly normal. I expected to be at Jeff's beck
and call constantly, but that is not what happened. Instead,
after I went home that day, things went back to the way they were
the previous week! We still hung out, but Jeff made no more
sexual moves. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but I
couldn't get up the courage!

About a week later, Jeff invited me to the beach for the day. The
first sign that he was up to something was when he picked out the
bathing suit for me to wear. It was a string bikini, tying behind
my back and at my hips, but it was a bikini I had worn frequently
before, and there was nothing too unusual about his request that
I wear it.

The beach that we went to was reasonably close to where we lived.
The particular beach that he picked had a fairly diverse crowd,
some families with kids, but mostly kids our age, many of whom we
knew, and a bunch of college kids.

We arrived at the beach towards late morning and hung around a
bit. We went swimming and goofed around, and we talked to some
other kids that we knew. We had lunch a little early, and then he
said, "Let me bury you in the sand."

What the heck, I thought, so I lay down and said, "Do your
worst!" He smiled at me, and started digging around me. First he
had me pick up my legs and he scooped out large piles of sand
from underneath them. Then he put my legs into the holes he had
dug and covered them over. The sand was cool and moist, and
actually felt good on me.

He then dug out large trenches to my sides and put my arms in
them, covering them as well. Finally he reached playfully under
me and scooped out a little sand, but not that much. He then
started covering my torso, but he did it more lightly, so that
there was only a thin covering.

Next he piled sand under my head so that I had a pillow, raising
my head enough so that I could see down my body. He put
sunglasses on me and stood up to survey his work. "Can you move
your arms or legs?" he asked.

I wiggled, and when I did the sand started coming off my torso.
"Not without messing everything up," I said.

"Excellent," he replied, "just one final touch." He then knelt
next to me, dug his hands under my sides and untied my bikini
top! He looked around, and seeing the coast reasonably clear, he
pulled it off. Then he scooped up some of the light dry sand and
covered my tits lightly.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.

"Whatever I want," he said, smiling again. He then reached down
and unfastened my bikini bottoms and removed them as well, again
covering me with the dry sand.

"I wouldn't move around too much," he told me. "And I'd pray that
it doesn't get too windy, if I were you." With that, he grabbed
my bikini and wandered off.

I could not believe that bastard. I was lying on the beach,
people all around, and I was completely naked! My arms and legs
were effectively bound; any movement would expose my nudity to
everyone. On top of that, the heavy sand he had piled on made it
feel as if I were trapped. I looked down and saw that for now, at
least, I was covered. But I was naked! I was bare! I could be
completely exposed at the slightest wind.

The evil, scheming, perfect bastard. I knew I was getting sand in
my crotch, but the fluids leaking out would probably wash it
away! For the next ten minutes I watched as people walked by,
some smiling at the girl buried in the sand, none of them
realizing my secret.

A short while later, some kids were running and playing along the
beach, and one tripped over my leg. It took all my willpower not
to jump up when it happened, but I stayed still, and the boy
apologized and ran away. I looked down and saw that my stomach
was now clear of sand, probably because of an unconscious clench,
but that I was still covered strategically, though with perhaps a
little less sand than earlier.

I stayed that way for another ten minutes or so before a shadow
covered my face. "And how is my little exhibitionist slut?" Jeff
asked me.

"Humiliated!" I answered.

"Wet?" he asked.

"You know I am!" was my reply.

"Good," he said.

He put a straw into my mouth and I sucked cool, delicious water
down my throat. I was so worried I hadn't even realized how
thirsty I was. He let me drink until I was satisfied, and then he
said, "I hope you are comfortable, because you are going to be
here the rest of the day."

With that statement, he moved to my side again and started
brushing the sand off just over my pussy. He replaced the sand
there with wetter sand, and then started making marks in it. When
he was done with that he repositioned the sand over the rest of
my body so that I was better covered. Then he moved about 5 feet
away, spread out his towel and laid down to read.

I watched him for a few minutes, and then I watched the people
around me. I never realized how slowly time moved when you had
absolutely nothing to do but fantasize about a whole beach seeing
you without your clothes.

I don't know how much later it was, but I noticed some of my
friends from school coming down the beach. I saw Camille, and
when she noticed me she ran over and dropped down next to me.
"Cool entombment," she said. "Who did it?"

"Jeff," I said, nodding my head lightly over to where Jeff was
lying with his eyes closed.

"Excellent," she replied. "A couple of us are going to meet in a
bit up on the boardwalk. Want to come?"

What to do? What to say?

"Ummm, I think I'll stay like this until Jeff gets up," I said.
It sounded lame, even to me, but Camille shrugged and stood up.
She looked down at me again and got a funny look on her face.

"Jeff did this to you?" she asked.

"Uh, huh," I replied.

She got a big smile and said, "Remind me to ask you how it all
ended later."

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I frantically looked down to
see if I was uncovered, but everything appeared to be in order. I
sighed and leaned back.

A little while later, Jeff came back to me and put another straw
in my mouth. When I was done drinking, he slathered my face with
more lotion and started walking away.

"Um, Jeff?" I said.

"What?" he asked, turning to look at me.

"I... um, you see... uh, look, I have to pee!"

"OK," he said, turning around to walk away again.

"Can I have my suit so that I can go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"I didn't say you could get up," he told me.

"But I have to pee!" I complained. "Really badly!"

"The sand's already wet," he said. "A little more won't change
anything."

He went back to his towel, lay down and closed his eyes.

I waited for as long as I could, but eventually my bladder gave
out on me, and I did as he told me; I peed in the sand. It felt
so good that I sighed a little as I released it. I saw Jeff
looking over at me and smiling. That evil bastard!

The warm sun was beating down on me, and I was surprised when I
realized that I had fallen asleep. I woke up when a shadow fell
over me and I saw Jeff repositioning some of the sand.

"You move in your sleep," he told me. "Your whole tit was
uncovered. Luckily, only some little kids saw it."

I was mortified. I had been uncovered in public. Jeff ignored my
gibbering and gave me more water to drink. Then he went back to
his towel. The sun was starting to go down, so I was hoping that
this day would soon be over. I saw Jeff squinting down the beach,
and then I saw him rummaging through his bag. He walked over, and
I saw my bikini in his hand. I was saved!

"Some of your friends are coming this way," he told me. "I
thought you'd feel more comfortable with your suit nearby." Then
he walked back to his towel.

I looked where he had pointed and I saw that there was a large
group coming. I looked over at my bathing suit, and I realized
that there was no way for me to get into it in time. I saw
Camille leading everyone over and I knew that if I tried getting
it on, they would see me doing it. And since I couldn't move,
they would all see the bathing suit lying next to me!

I was frantic when they all gathered around me. "Are you still
under there?" Camille exclaimed. "You are going to dehydrate!"

"Um, Jeff gave me water before," I replied weakly.

Camille looked over to where Jeff was apparently asleep again and
asked, "If he was up, why didn't you get up and find us?"

"Umm, Jeff asked me to stay like this," I answered.

Camille shook her head, then she noticed my bikini. "Is that
yours?" she asked in surprise.

"Um, it's one that my mom brought. Mine had a tear in it," I told
her.

"Oh, is that why you've stayed buried this whole time? Couldn't
you just use a towel?"

"I guess," I said.

Carol, another friend, looked down at my crotch and asked,
"What's that?"

"Just something Jeff put on," Camille said with a smile. Then she
motioned to the others to go, saying, "Maybe we can hang together
another day."

"OK," I said in relief, glad they were going. But just before
they left, Carol took my suit and laid it over my body in the
right place. It made it even more embarrassing, because it now
looked like I wasn't wearing a suit!

It was only a few minutes later when Jeff came over and started
brushing the sand away. He brushed it off my tits first, then off
my pussy. Then he dug my arms out and helped me sit up before
slipping the top over my tits. He brushed my whole top off with
his towel before having me stand up. He held his towel around me
as I brushed the sand off and donned my bottoms.

I looked up at him and thought about what he had put me through
that day. Then I demanded, "Jeff, take me somewhere and fuck me
right now!"

Jeff smiled with that evil smile I was beginning to dread and
said, "If you get fucked, it's going to be my way," he said.

"Any way you want, just do it now!" I demanded.

He gathered his stuff up, far too slowly for my taste, took my
hand and walked down to the boardwalk. It was a little late by
this point, and most people were off of the beach. When we got to
the boardwalk, he led me under it and we walked a ways to a
deserted part. Then he dropped his bag and reached behind me to
untie and remove my top. He grabbed me and kissed me hotly. Then
he turned me around and pressed me into a nearby piling, telling
me to stay still.

He took my top and tied it around a wrist, then he pulled the top
around the piling and tied it to my other wrist. He pulled it
tightly, so that my tits were pressed into the piling. I started
breathing heavily when I realized what he was going to do. He was
going to fuck me while I was bound to the piling! I felt him
unfastening my bottoms, and they dropped to the sand. I heard him
behind me, removing his trunks.

"Mmmmm," he said. "This angle is going to be difficult. Whatever
shall we do?"

Then I felt his solution. He had lubed his cock, and he was
pressing it into my asshole. The surprise must have relaxed me,
because he was able to sink it to the hilt in one slow push. When
he bottomed out, he put his mouth near my ear and whispered, "I
am going to fuck your ass now. I am not going to hold back. I am
going to fuck you hard until I cum. Now the trick is, you have to
cum first. If I don't believe you have cum, then after I cum I
will leave you tied here while I find someone else. Then I will
have them fuck your ass. And I will repeat that until I feel that
you've cum. Have fun, Rachel!"

Then he started sawing in and out of me. I could feel his hot,
hard cock. I could smell the boardwalk smells. I could hear the
footsteps and the voices just above me. At one point, I could
even recognize the person talking. And I could feel his cock.
That was the main thing. His cock and my pussy being pushed
against the piling. I was getting close, but I thought he would
beat me to his orgasm when he gave a particularly hard push. It
made me move up onto my toes, and at the same time it pushed a
splinter of wood into my tit. The pain of that, combined with the
activities of the day, and I was over the top. It took all my
energy not to shriek in pleasure, but as it was I think
conversation died a bit above us as people heard me.

Just a moment later I felt the additional lubrication that told
me that Jeff had just cum in my ass. He slumped over my back and
breathed heavily in my ear. He said, "That was a good cum I had,
and it felt like you had a good one just before I did."

"Oh, it _was_ good!" I told him.

He pulled himself out of me and pulled my bottoms up. Them he
untied my hands and pulled me into him.

"Oh god!" he exclaimed, looking down at my tit. The splinter was
huge, and looked nasty. I reached down and pulled it out as he
tried to apologize and express concern.

"Don't!" I said. "This lovely splinter is what made me cum!" I
kissed him, then took his hand and started towards the end of the
boardwalk.

"I can't wait until the next time you ask me to the beach," I
said, as we walked to our car.

+++++

*Chapter 12: Interludes*

Much of the summer was the same. Jeff went for long periods of
time acting as if we were only platonic friends before springing
something crazy on me. The next thing he sprung on me was
actually done on the beach day, but I didn't discover it until
that night. When I got home, I took a shower. When I got out, I
was looking in the mirror at myself when I noticed a redness in
my crotch. Looking closer, I realized what it was. Jeff had moved
some sand away below my bikini line, and spelled out a word.
There it was, sunburned into my pale skin for everyone who saw me
naked to see: SLUT.

I couldn't believe it! Knowing Jeff, there would be a lot of
people who would see me naked, and they would see the sign that I
was a slut. Well, it wasn't permanent, so it was within the
rules. I looked more closely, and then I put my fingers up my
cunt as I thought about all the people that would see that I was
a slut.

+++++

I noticed over the course of the summer that besides acting like
a just a friend, there were three categories of acts that Jeff
would inflict upon me.

Category one was humiliation. The events on the beach fell into
this category. Another example of my humiliation occurred when we
were out driving. We were talking about inconsequential subjects
when all of a sudden he quietly said, "Get undressed."

It took me a moment to realize what he had said, and after my
inevitable query of confusion, he told me, "Take off all your
clothes." At this point we were driving down a highway, and while
it wasn't exactly like being stripped in Times Square, there was
no question that people would see me. Nevertheless, I began to
remove my clothes. When I was naked, he took my clothes and
shoved them under the back seat, where it would take me a little
time to get at them.

He then told me to lean my seat back a little and to put my feet
up on the dashboard. Interestingly enough, he made sure that I
put my seat belt back on; safety first, I guess. For a few
minutes, he simply had me lie there. Then I heard a honk and
looked to the side. A trucker was looking down at me and smiling.
Jeff said, "Wave to the nice man." I did as he asked, and even
smiled, though I imagine it was a sickly little smile.

Jeff kept us moving, and about a dozen people saw my charms
before he gave me my next instructions. "Masturbate for me," he
said. This time I didn't even say 'What?' I reached down, and it
came as no surprise to me that I was soaked. I started playing
with myself, and I know that I heard a lot of honking in the
background, but I didn't notice much of it. All I could think
about was that I was masturbating in a car, going down the
highway, with people watching me. I knew that some people really
liked watching me, but what got me off was the occasional glimpse
I got of a disapproving look from a car that we were passing. I
would see the frown and know they thought I was a filthy
disgusting slut who was such a skank that she had to get off in a
car. It sent such delicious tingles of humiliation through me
that I was ready to cum in no time.

I felt a breeze on me, and I realized that Jeff had opened the
window. I looked at him, but he simply said, "Cum."

I came. I shrieked my joy at the top of my lungs. Anyone passing
by with their window open would have heard me, and my cries were
unmistakable. My cum went on for a really long time, but finally
I was exhausted and I slumped to the seat. I was lying there
trying to catch my breath when Jeff grabbed the hand that had
been in my pussy and started licking my fingers off. "Delicious,"
he said when he was done. The rest of the trip I remained naked.
He finally allowed me to dress after we had pulled into the
parking lot of our destination, though he kept my underwear for
himself.

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The second category of acts that Jeff inflicted upon me was
painful things. I remember one time that my mother was gone for
the day and Jeff came over again. He took me to the backyard and
had me strip. He then staked me down to the ground. It felt
lovely to be stretched out, and he checked if I was comfortable.
When I confirmed that I was, he took the ropes attached to my
wrists and ankles and tightened them up. Soon I was stretched
well beyond comfort; I could feel the stretch in my muscles and
joints.

Jeff then reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out some
twine. He started wrapping the scratchy material around me. He
strung some of it through my nipple rings, and he wrapped some
through my crotch, pulling my pussy lips open. When he was done
with his ropes, he left me there.

Every time I moved or even twitched, I could feel the pull on my
joints and the twine digging in to me. I felt every bug that
landed on me or crawled over me. A few minutes later Jeff
returned, and he started laying out various tools that I knew he
would use on me. He had a ruler, a pizza wheel, a crop, a fork
and about a dozen other implements that I knew could be put to a
wicked use on my body. The thing that really got my attention was
a bullwhip. I don't know where he had gotten that evil looking
thing, but I have already mentioned my recurring Harrison Ford
fantasy, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what that would
feel like on my skin for real. But I knew that I was going to
find out.

Jeff also had a pitcher of water, and took a large drink for
himself. Then he held a glass over my head and poured a drink
into my open mouth. No neat straws for me today; I managed to
drink a lot, and get an even larger amount poured over my face,
neck and breasts. When he was done giving me a drink he took
another large drink. He then retrieved my discarded panties and
ran them up and down my crotch. The panties soaked up a lot of my
moisture, while simultaneously pressing the twine into my pussy.
After my panties were soaked, he brought them up to my face and
said, "Wouldn't want to bother the neighbors, would we?" Then he
shoved my panties into my mouth, gagging me for the activities
ahead.

Over the course of the next few hours, Jeff used many of the
implements on me. He didn't restrict himself to my privates,
either. For instance, the ruler he used on my arms, legs and
stomach, though the pizza wheel was used only around my breasts.
I discovered that a crop applied to your pussy hurts like hell.
Forks and knives were used to poke tiny holes all over my body.
He had my alligator clips, and he attached one to my clit, then
strung a thread from it to my nipple rings.

About a half an hour into his tortures he stood up over me,
unfastened his pants, took out his cock and pissed all over my
legs. He started from the bottom and worked his way up.
Throughout the day he was drinking large cups of water, and about
every half hour he pissed on a different part of my body.

This was the day that proved to me that I could cum an infinite
amount of times. Interspersed between the pain he was inflicting
and the humiliation of being pissed on, Jeff almost continuously
played with my body. I came when he spanked me. I came when he
poked me. I came when he pissed on me. When his piss hit my pussy
I thought that I would explode! I came watching him practice with
the bullwhip. I came when he gently ran his fingers through my
pussy. I came when he stood over me and jerked off, his cum
splashing my face and tits. I came when he brought out the video
camera and taped me, covered in sweat, piss and cum, my body
marked by hundreds of marks. I came when he lay down on top of me
and fucked me, pulling my limbs even tighter. I came when he
removed the stakes from the ground, flipped me over, and fucked
my pussy, then pulled out and came in my ass. I came when he
restaked me, face down, and he showed me what a bullwhip feels
like when applied to your back and ass.

At the end of the day, he took out the garden hose and hosed me
down. I was exhausted, bruised and battered, and I could not
thank him enough. That was the most intensely painful experience
he gave me that summer, though at seemingly random times during
the course of the summer he would take some action that would
cause me pain and orgasm.

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The third category of acts that Jeff inflicted on me was for his
pleasure. These actually amused me quite a bit, because Jeff
appeared guilty for using me that way. Jeff took his role as
sexual facilitator of my kinks quite seriously. But every now and
then I must have really gotten to him, and he used me strictly
for his pleasure.

One time Jeff came over, saw me bending over in a short dress,
and he pulled me onto the table and fucked me from behind until
he came. Another time he had me come outside and blow him in the
back yard. As I said, after each of these occasions Jeff felt
guilty for using me in that way. The silly boy couldn't seem to
realize that I liked it as much as he did!

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*Chapter 13: The Poker Game*

The final major event of the summer happened in the days just
before school. I knew something was up when Jeff instructed me in
what to wear. As per his instructions, I was wearing short
shorts, a cropped tank top and reasonably conservative bra and
panties. We were at his house and his parents were gone. Michelle
was home, but she had said that she would be in her room the
remainder of the night.

The doorbell rang and Jeff went to answer it. He came back with
four guys we knew from school. They all greeted me when they came
in, though they seemed surprised to see me. I was surprised to
see them as well.

"Are you playing too?" John asked.

I looked at Jeff quizzically, and he replied for me. "Rachel,
umm, lost a bet with me. As a result, she's agreed to be our
serving girl for our poker game tonight."

I gave Jeff a look, but I didn't question him. "Wench, go make up
some snacks while we start our game," Jeff demanded. The other's
snickered at that, but I dutifully went into the kitchen and put
some things together. When I got back into the room, I saw that
they had divided up the chips and Jeff was dealing the first
hand. I put the snacks on the table and waited for my next
command.

"What's with the extra chips?" Neal asked, pointing to a small
pile of chips near Jeff.

"Those are special chips," Jeff said. "You'll see what they are
for later."

The play went around and around, and most people were remaining
reasonably even. The exception was Jeff, who seemed to be on a
losing streak. I continued to get the guys drinks and refill the
snacks throughout the evening.

Finally, Jeff was nearly out of chips, and the pot was growing.
There was a raise that he could not meet, and Jeff said, "How
about I call your raise with this?" and he threw one of the small
chips off his special pile into the pot.

"What is that worth?" Stephan asked.

"That chip represents Rachel's shirt," Jeff answered. "Whoever
wins the pot gets to keep Rachel's shirt."

The room suddenly got quiet and I felt all eyes turn to me. As
they played out the hand, I took a closer look at the pile of
chips near Jeff. There were three other small chips. Those and
the one in the pot were clearly for the four items of clothing
that he had me wearing. Then there were three medium sized chips
and one large chip. I didn't know what they were for, but my
stomach was flipping as ideas went through my head.

The hand was quickly over, and Chris won the pot. They all looked
at me as I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my bra. As I
said, Jeff had dressed me in a fairly conservative bra, so it
didn't show too much, but I knew that it would be coming off
later.

Jeff threw the next chip in for his next hand; by silent
agreement, his chip matched anything that the others put into the
pot. As the hand played out, I looked around at the people
sitting around the table.

The boys around the table formed a pretty diverse group. Chris,
who was in possession of my shirt, was the youngest; he was going
to be a junior this year. He was on a few of the sports teams and
was dating a cheerleader, all in all a very popular guy; when he
was a senior he'd probably be big man on campus.

Being a jock, he was in fairly good shape. He was well muscled,
well put together and quite handsome. He was also a reasonably
nice guy, but I had no doubts how he would react to whatever he
was offered tonight.

Stephan was a different story. He was also going to be a senior,
but he was not someone that I thought that Jeff hung out with. At
first I was sort of surprised to see him here tonight, and then I
realized what Jeff was up to. Stephan was a weasel. Whatever
happened in this room tonight, it would be all over town by the
next day. In fact, it would be blown out of proportion. If
Stephan got to cop a feel, he would tell everyone that he did me
and my sister at the same time, regardless of the fact that I
don't have a sister. Upon reflection, I realized that Jeff's plan
was ingenious. People would not believe what Stephan said, but
they would know that _something_ happened.

Neal and John were both close friends of Jeff's, and
consequently, I knew them pretty well too. Neal was tall and
gawky, but in a good looking sort of way. He was a bookworm,
somewhat of a nerd, but a nice guy. John was closer in model to
Jeff; he didn't reside in any particular clique, but rather
floated around all of them. He wasn't a jock or a nerd, but he
could communicate reasonably well with either group.

After looking around I realized what this poker game was: my
coming out party. Despite what people said or didn't say,
believed or didn't believe, after this night people would know
that Rachel Miller was a slut. Jeff had better hurry this game
up, or by the time he got to my panties they would be a sodden
mess.

"Rachel!" I heard Jeff say. I looked up and I realized that the
hand was over, and Stephan had won. "Shorts," Jeff said, and I
slipped off my shorts.

My embarrassment increased as I realized that I had a wet spot
clearly visible on my panties, and my smell was wafting around
the room. Of course that simply made everything worse.

I was down to just my bra and panties and Jeff anted up another
chip. I watched the play this time, and soon John had won the
hand. All eyes turned to me again as I reached behind me and
opened my bra. With a red face, I slipped the garment down my
arms and handed it to John. Everyone stared at my pierced
nipples.

"Rachel, please freshen up everyone's drinks and snacks before
our next hand," Jeff instructed. I went around to each person's
seat and retrieved their cup. Everyone was taking a good, long
look at my body, except for Stephan who tried to feel up my ass.

Jeff must have been on the lookout for this behavior, because he
said sharply, "No touching!" Stephan, being the weasel that he
was, quickly backed off.

Despite the no touching rule, there was a certain amount of
brushing of bare flesh that happened when I bent over or leaned
between people. All too quickly the snacks and drinks were
refilled and they were on to the last hand.

Jeff threw the last small chip into the pot and dealt the cards.
There must have been some fairly good hands, because the raises
and calls brought the pot up fairly quickly. In the end, everyone
flipped their cards, and I was relieved to see that Jeff had won
the big pot. As Jeff raked his chips in, Stephan said in a
disappointed tone of voice, "You get to keep the chip?"

"Oh, no," Jeff said, "Once a chip is in play, it's in play." He
held out his hand to me, indicating that I should remove my
panties. I could feel the blush spreading from my face to my
stomach as I slipped the panties down my legs and off my feet. I
bent over to pick them up, then I handed them to Jeff.

Jeff took my panties and held them up to his nose, sniffing
deeply. "Mmmmm, moist and warm," he said. "Perfect."

"Holy shit," Stephan exclaimed. "You've got a tattoo." He was
pointing my SLUT tan mark. At the beginning of the summer Jeff
had sunburned the word SLUT into my skin, and during the summer
he took every opportunity to refresh it. As a result, the word
was quite visible on my white skin. I would have expected Jeff to
make me tan nude, but he never did. He insisted on bikinis, and
as a result I had white triangles around my nipples and pussy,
which made the SLUT stand out even more.

I attempted to cover my pussy with my hands, but a stern look
from Jeff stopped me. The boys all drooled over me for a while
before Jeff started dealing the next hand. Since Jeff now had
more regular chips, he started betting those instead of one of
the four remaining chips. This went on for about another 45
minutes, with me serving the food naked.

Jeff's luck, however, appeared to still be bad, as he was soon
down to almost no chips. Finally the pot got too large for him to
meet, and he threw one of the three medium sized chips into the
pot. Everyone looked at each other before John asked, "What does
that chip get us?"

Jeff smiled and said, "The winner of this chip sits out the next
hand. While us losers are playing, Rachel will be under the
table, blowing the winner."

Everyone, including me, gasped at that pronouncement. This was
it; my first cock other than Jeff's. And while the others were
looking at me in anticipation, I was looking at the other chips
that Jeff had: two more blowjobs, and then a final, larger prize.

Jeff dealt the cards, and I watched as the betting increased, but
no one was really interested in the money. They wanted the chip.
Finally the cards were turned over and John won the chip. He
looked at me goofily while Jeff said, "Next hand. Have fun John!"
Jeff turned to look at me, and I walked over to John and knelt
down next to him. I crawled under the table and got between his
legs.

One good thing about this setup was that no one would be watching
me. I unfastened John's pants and pulled down his zipper. I
pulled out his cock, which was a nice size, though smaller than
Jeff's. I played with it a minute while I examined it, then I got
down to the deed. I heard the play above me, and I knew I would
soon be servicing another guy.

I took the head of John's cock into my mouth and I heard a sharp
gasp and a groan from above me. "Good, isn't she?" Jeff asked
crudely.

John only groaned in response, but I took perverse pride in the
fact that Jeff announced that I was good at blowjobs. He had
always said that I would learn to be real good with practice, and
I guess that his comment demonstrated that he felt I was good
enough to share. With that thought in mind, I attacked my task
with even greater vigor. Given the events of the day, it was not
surprising when John groaned loudly and dumped a salty load in my
mouth after just a few minutes.

Just before he came, however, I heard an exultant "Yes!" from
above. When I had finished with John, I saw that Stephan's cock
was already out of his pants, but I heard Jeff confirm, "Stephan
next. Will you be joining us this round, John?"

"I need one more hand to rest," John replied, and I felt proud
again that I had drained him so well.

I moved over to Stephan and took his prick in my hand. It was a
smaller prick than John's, and it didn't look particularly clean.
But a girl's got to do what her owner tells her to do, so I took
the head in my mouth. I had sucked him up and down maybe twice
when he groaned and spurted in my mouth. I had heard that the
taste of cum differs by what a person eats, so Stephan must have
been eating some real foul food, because his cum did not taste
good at all!

"So fast," Jeff asked. "We didn't even get to play the next
hand!" Stephan just pushed me away, put his dick back in his
pants, and went to the bathroom.

"You might as well stay down there," Jeff told me. "Let's see
who'll win this one." It was just Jeff, Neal, and Chris in this
hand, so it went a little faster. There wasn't much chatter as
they called; no one seemed interested in raising, they just
wanted it over. In the end, I heard Neal groan in disappointment.

"Chris it is," Jeff said, and I crawled over there. Chris turned
out to be about the size of John, but he lasted quite a bit
longer. I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my mouth, and when he
eventually came, I happily swirled his cum around my mouth to get
rid of Stephan's taste.

"Come on out," Jeff said, and I crawled out from under the table
and went to stand near Jeff. "There's some cum on your chin," he
told me, and I wiped it off with my hand and unconsciously licked
the remains off of my fingers. All the boys chuckled at that.

Stephan was back at the table when Jeff started the next hand.
Everyone anted up, and Jeff threw in the last large chip. Neal,
who had not won anything of mine yet, asked, "What is the big one
for?"

"This one," Jeff said, holding up the chip, "is good for one
extra special fuck from our dear Rachel." Another large gasp went
around the room, and I moaned. You have to remember that before
today, everyone knew me as the Ice Princess, the girl you
couldn't even get to first base with. Now my sexual services were
being used as currency, and not even in a very high stakes game.

Everyone anted up and the play went around quickly. When the deal
was over, everyone started turning their cards over. For a
minute, to my horror, it looked like Stephan would win with three
of a kind, but then Jeff flipped over a full house.

"Well, for an unlucky day, I certainly ended up lucky!" he said,
and he grabbed my hand. "You guys can play another few hands;
we'll be back later." Jeff pulled me out of the room and into his
bedroom. He threw me on the bed, and I noticed that he had not
closed the door behind him.

"How does my little humiliation slut feel?" Jeff asked me. "Did
today's activities make you wet?"

"You know it did!" I panted. I ran my fingers through my pussy
and spread the juices on his face. "I'm so glad it was you that
won me, though!"

"Today it was me," he said, kissing me soundly. "Another day...
who knows?"

I groaned as he sank his cock into me. "I want to hear you," he
whispered in my ear. "I want them to hear you. If I don't think
that they know exactly what is going on up here, when I am done I
will whip you, and they will see what kind of pain slut you
really are!"

I didn't know if that was a promise or a threat, but I was
feeling so good that I was willing to give him anything that he
wanted.

"Oh, fuck me Jeff!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Slam me
hard! Hurt your slut! Fuck me till I can't walk anymore." The
next few minutes were mostly grunts and groans. Then I remembered
the command and I started yelling, "I'm so close! I'm going to
cum. You're going to make me cum! Stick your finger up my ass.
Fuck my ass. Spank me. Please make me cuuuuuuuuum!" The thought
of all those boys hearing me cum gave me such a strong orgasm!

I might have cum, but Jeff was going strong. I kept yelling
encouragements, telling him to cum deep inside his slut, but when
he came, he pulled almost all the way out and came shallowly in
me. The last two spurts, in fact, were on my pussy, not in it.

He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily, and he told me,
"Don't touch that cum. I want you to wear it proudly when we go
downstairs."

We rested for a few more minutes, then I licked his cock off and
we walked downstairs, hand in hand. When we got downstairs, it
was clear that not a lot of card playing had been going on. They
all watched as we came down, and they all were looking between my
legs, where Jeff's cum was dripping out of me.

Jeff collapsed in his chair, and I stood next to him. "Listen
guys," he said. "I'm pretty beat. Maybe we should call it a
night." Chris snorted, but Neal looked pretty depressed.

"Neal," Jeff said, "since Rachel doesn't have any clothes, would
you mind walking her home, so that she doesn't get into any
trouble? I'm sure she will compensate you appropriately."

I stared at Jeff. "You mean I don't get my clothes back?"

"Of course not," Jeff said. "These fine gentlemen won them. They
belong to them. Unless you want to work something out with them?"

I looked at the boys staring at me hungrily and realized that a
short owalk next door in the buff was not that big a deal. "No,
that's OK. I'll go with Neal."

"Great!" Jeff said. He walked Neal and me to the back door, but
before we left he whispered to me, "I want you to suck him off,
and when he cums, I want you to spray it on your face and tits.
Then I want you to go in and sleep naked, without cleaning
yourself off. I want you to wake up in the morning realizing what
your school year will be like."

I shuddered at the thought, but nodded to him. I took Neal's hand
and walked out the door with him. I actually felt bad for Neal.
He is a nice guy, but he got shafted at the table tonight, or
rather, he didn't get a chance to shaft me. I was glad that I was
able to do something for him.

Neal walked me the few hundred feet to my back door, and nice guy
that he was, he said, "You don't have to do anything."

"I know," I said, "but I want to." I dropped to my knees on the
grass and opened his pants. When I pulled out his cock I was
surprised to find that it was nearly as big as Jeff's!

"Mmmmm, I am going to like this," I said. I licked around the
cock and then took it into my mouth. While his staying power was
slightly better than the other's, he also did not last too long.
He started cumming before I was ready, and the first shot went
into my mouth, but all the rest painted my face and body. I was
sure that he came more than any of the other's at the table
tonight. When he was done, I cleaned his cock off with my mouth,
tucked him away, and stood up. He was _very_ happy that he had
gotten a turn, and he was smiling happily as I kissed his cheek,
said good-night, and slipped quietly inside. My mother was
asleep, so I went into my room and climbed into bed.

As I lay in bed, I replayed the night in my head. I touched the
cum pooled over my body as I masturbated. I came at least three
times before I fell into an exhausted sleep.

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*Chapter 14: The Discovery*

"It looks like you had a fun night," I heard as I woke up. My
mind was fuzzy, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then
I opened my eyes and I saw my mother standing over me with a grim
expression on her face. I glanced down at myself and realized
what she was seeing. I was naked, my chest, neck and thighs
covered in dried cum and I had two fingers buried in my cunt.

When I realized what my mother was seeing I shrieked and pulled
the covers over me, curling into a ball under them.

"Why don't you take a shower and get dressed, then come down and
we'll talk," my mother said. She took another look at my body
under the sheet and then she walked out of the room.

I stayed lying in the bed for a few minutes, letting my mind
settle. I had gotten a shock from my mother, but now that I was a
little more awake I was starting to think more clearly. What she
had seen was quite damning, and it was clear what I had been up
to. Now I just had to decide what I was going to tell her.

I got up and reluctantly started to get into the shower as she
had suggested. I really wanted to leave the cum on me for longer;
it was very exciting and it reminded me of my position. After a
little more thought I decided that if I was going to have this
confrontation anyway, I might as well go all out. I washed my
face and neck and brushed my teeth, but I left the dried cum
caked on my tits and thighs and simply covered them with a robe.

I headed downstairs and sat in the kitchen, watching my mother
finish making breakfast. I was contemplating what to say. I knew
I wasn't going to lie to my mother, but I felt that some
omissions might be acceptable. My father had died three years
ago, so it was just me and my mom against the world. I never lied
to her, and I think that she was always honest with me as well.
We had a good relationship, and I hoped that this would not
strain it.

My mom put food in front of me and prepared a plate for herself.
She sat down at the table across from me and started eating.
After a few bites she said, "Last you talked to me, you were a
virgin and not interested in going all the way. Then I walk in to
wake you this morning and I find you covered in what looked like
sperm with more sperm still leaking from your vagina. May I
assume that you are no longer a virgin?"

I sighed and said, "Yes, Mom, it's true. That was cum on me, and
I am no longer a virgin."

"I didn't even know that you were dating anyone seriously," my
mom said. She looked sad and confused as she asked, "What
happened? Who are you seeing and why did you decide to do this so
suddenly?"

What to explain? How to explain? I sighed and slumped back from
the table, my appetite gone. I didn't want to lie to my mom, but
how could I tell her the truth? Start small, that's the best way.

"It was Jeff," I told her.

Mom also sat back and said, "Well, that's a surprise. I didn't
think you two were ever going to be that way. What changed your
mind?"

Why was she probing like this? Why can't she just leave it alone?

"Why do you need to know?" I asked.

"I don't *need* to know," Mom replied. "But your behavior has
suddenly changed. You were proud of the fact that you never let
anyone touch you, and now I find you, as you put it, with cum all
over you. It's a surprise, and I want to make sure that
everything is OK.

"If you had been dating someone seriously, and it turned to sex,
I wouldn't have batted an eyelash; I never really expected you to
save yourself until your wedding night. Besides, you are going to
go off to college next year, and I know the kind of trouble that
you can get into there. But I trust you to take care of yourself
when you go off to college. I trust you now. I am not going to
punish you for having sex. I just worry about you, and I want to
understand why you did such a 180. If you don't want to talk
about it, just tell me to mind my own business."

I pondered what my mom had said, and I hated her for it. Here she
had given me a perfect out. I could just tell her that I didn't
want to talk about it. But she was so reasonable that I felt
guilty not talking to her about it. Damn! Why did she have to be
so reasonable?

I sighed and started talking. I told her about when I started
masturbating. I told her about my dreams and fantasies. I told
her why I never let boys touch me. I kept waiting for the
disapproval, the disgust, the disappointment. But Mom didn't say
anything. She just listened and made the appropriate
understanding noises.

I went on to tell her how I knew that I would have to give in to
my feelings some day, and that I asked Jeff for the favor.

"What exactly did you ask him for?" she asked.

"I asked him to own me," I replied. "From the beginning of the
summer until when I graduate, I would do anything he asked. In
exchange, he has to treat me badly. He has to humiliate me. He
has to hurt me. He has to do all those deep dark things that I
fantasize about that I can't do for myself."

"And he agreed to that?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes, mother," I said. "I know you think that he is this nice,
unoffending person, but he has a pretty dark side too."

"I never saw that in him," she said.

"Most people don't, but it's there," I told her. "I knew that he
would do this for me, not because he necessarily gets off on it,
but because he would know that I need it. Although, to be fair,
he does get off on it."

"So what has he had you do?" she asked.

I looked at her askance. "Are you really sure that I should be
telling you all the dirty secrets of my deviance? I don't want
you to hate me. I don't want you to be disgusted with me."

"Darling, you should not worry about that," my mother reassured
me. "I love you, and I will always accept you. I may not always
approve of your decisions, but I will always support you.
Besides, you have no idea what disgusts me and what does not."

"I guess that's true," I acknowledged.

"Were you worried about all of this disgusting Jeff?" Mom asked.

"Not really," I replied. "Well, that's not true. A little at the
beginning. But one thing about Jeff is that he loves rules. I set
up some rules and he was willing to abide by them. One of the
rules was that he could never do anything that would make him
lose respect for me, so I am not worried that anything we do will
disgust him that much."

"Jeff loves rules?" Mom asked. "That surprises me. He doesn't
strike me as a goody two shoes type."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that," I told her. "Jeff likes to
understand the rules. If he agrees with them, then he will abide
by them, but he will learn them perfectly so that he knows
exactly how far he can go and what loopholes there are. On the
other hand, there are many rules that he won't follow, because he
doesn't believe that they are correct, or that they should apply
to him. But you can rest assured that if he accepts the rules, he
will abide by them."

"So what were the rules you set down?" Mom asked.

"No permanent marks, he had to respect me, and it's over after
graduation," I told her.

"That's it?" Mom asked, surprised. "He takes that much stock in
rules and you gave him only those. It leaves a lot of ground
uncovered."

"I wanted to leave it uncovered," I explained. "That's what makes
it exciting to me. I want to be in his control." I shivered at
the thought, and Mom gave me a funny smile.

"You still didn't tell me what he did to you," she said.

"OK, just tell me to stop if it's too much information." I then
proceeded to tell her everything, from the moment I took my
clothes off for him the first time, right up until Neal came on
my body.

When I was done, I slumped back and looked at Mom. She was
examining me in return, and it felt like she was looking into my
soul. After about five minutes of silence that seemed to stretch
out forever, Mom said, "Go ask Jeff to come over here, dear."

"Now?" I asked.

"I think now would be good," she said.

I was a little fearful about what she was going to do to him as I
started going upstairs to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I need to get dressed," I responded.

"I don't think he will see anything that he hasn't already seen,"
she told me. "Just go over and get him."

I was surprised, but I did as she asked. I walked across our
backyards and knocked on the back door. Michelle answered the
door, dressed in pajamas and holding a cup of coffee.

"Hi sweetie," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I
heard you had an interesting night."

"Jeff told you?" I asked, feeling both embarrassment and
excitement. I was still naked under my thin robe, and my nipples
put in an appearance.

"He told me some," she explained, "but I have to admit that I
peeked a little. I am not as brave as you, so I had to be content
watching you go at it while I had my little friend up my pussy.
Jeff didn't just leave his door open so his friends could hear
him fuck you; he did it so that I could watch him fuck you. You
gave me some nice cums last night!"

I was getting _very_ embarrassed and _very_ turned on by her
disclosure. She looked more closely at me and asked, "What are
you wearing under there?" She didn't bother to wait for an
answer. She grabbed my robe and pulled it open, exposing my naked
body to her.

"Oooo, you still have their cum on you," she exclaimed. "That is
sooo hot!"

She ran her fingers over my nipples, then asked, "What did you
come over here for anyway? Surely not just to tease me with your
sexy body!"

"Um, no," I said, flustered. "I need to talk to Jeff."

"Well, he's still in bed," she told me. "But I'm sure that he
would love a morning blowjob. Why don't you go wake him up with
one?" With that comment, she pushed my robe off of my body to the
floor and pushed me towards the stairs.

"But your parents are home!" I hissed at her.

"Well, there is a very good chance that they will stay in bed a
while longer," she told me. "Maybe you'll get lucky and they
won't see you."

I knew I had no choice, so I started towards the stairs. As I was
heading up she said, "Oh, by the way, don't close the door. I may
want to peek again. And I am leaving your robe on the floor here,
so you might want to finish up before my parents get up and
wonder about it!"

I went up to Jeff's room, passing in front of his parent's closed
door on the way. I quietly opened Jeff's door and looked at him.
He was covered by his sheet, but I could see his morning hard-on
tenting the covers. I obeyed Michelle and left the door open as I
went to the bed.

I gently pulled the sheet down and I saw that he was not wearing
any pajamas. I took his cock into my hand and looked at it. I
realized that he had not cleaned it since last night, and it
still had our dried juices on it. It was disgusting, which of
course just made me hotter to taste it. I started licking around
his cock, and soon I had most of it in my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I heard Jeff moan. "You know I love waking up this way."
I felt him looking up, but I kept at my job.

"Are you enjoying the show?" he asked.

I was confused until I heard Michelle say, "She's getting better
at this?"

I looked over and I saw her leaning against the door post,
sipping her coffee. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that she
was watching her brother get blown, and her hand was fondling one
of her nipples under her pajama shirt.

I guess she had distracted me, but Jeff refocused me by pulling
my head deeper onto his cock. I kept at if for about ten minutes
before he finally gave me his load. When I had cleaned him off, I
pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked up at Michelle. After
what she did to me downstairs, I thought a little payback was in
order, so I asked, "Do you like looking at your brother's cock?"

"It's not bad to look at," she said with a little embarrassed
smile.

"Maybe next time he'll have you help me with this," I told her.

I saw her glance nervously at Jeff and she said, "Not bloody
likely!" I blew her a kiss and she looked startled, then she
turned around and left the room.

"Nicely played," Jeff said with a laugh. "Did you decide to come
over here and do this all by yourself," he asked, sounding
pleased.

"I wish that I had," I told him, "but I had a different reason.
Actually, I wasn't planning to do this at all, but Michelle took
my robe and sent me here to do it."

"Remind me to thank her later," he said. "What did you come over
here about?"

"I need you to come over to my house," I told him. "My mother saw
me this morning, like this," I said, pointing down to my body,
where you could still see the dried cum.

"Hoo boy," he said. "What does she know, and how did she take
it?" he asked.

"I told her everything, and she seems to be taking it OK, but she
wants to talk to you," I told him.

"All right," he said. "I guess there is no help for it. I'll go
beard the lion in her den. By the way, if your mother sent you
over, why were you just wearing your robe?"

"I was going to change, but she said that you've already seen
everything," I told him.

He got a thoughtful expression on his face, and he was silent for
a minute. Then he said, "OK, go back home and tell your mother
that I will be there as soon as I am cleaned up."

"OK," I said. I started leaving and Jeff said, "And one more
thing. You can leave your robe here."

I spun and stared at him. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Its
daylight and my mother is waiting for me!"

"You're just going through the backyards," he said. "Most likely
you won't be seen. As for your mother..." He paused, then said,
"She's already seen everything."

I could tell from the expression on his face that I couldn't
change his mind. I quietly slipped past his parents' room and
went out the back door. I didn't see anyone on the street, so I
ran between our houses to our back door. I ran into my house and
slammed the door behind me. I stood there, practically
hyperventilating, and my mother watched me quietly from the table
where she was drinking coffee.

"What happened to your robe?" she asked.

"Umm, Jeff told me not to wear it," I replied. "He said you've
already seen everything." I felt like it was deja-vu all over
again.

My mother laughed heartily and said, "The boy has balls, I'll
give him that. By the way, you have some cum on your chin."

I reached up and I realized that I had missed some! Oh my god, my
mother knew that I had jst given Jeff a blowjob!

"That's an interesting mark," Mom went on, pointing to my crotch.
"How did you do that?"

I looked down and I realized that she must have just noticed my
SLUT tan. "Jeff did that at the beach," I said, "that day that he
buried me in the sand."

"He certainly is a creative bastard," my mother said with an
admiring tone of voice. "So is he coming over?"

I nodded and said, "He said he'd be here as soon as he cleaned
up. I'm just going to get dressed."

I was starting towards the stairs when Mom stopped me again.
"Why?" she asked. "As it has been pointed out by all parties
involved, it's nothing that we haven't seen, so why don't you
just sit here."

My mother was telling me to sit in the room, naked, while she
discussed my sex life with my lover/owner. Could life get any
weirder or more embarrassing? And yet, I thought about how Jeff
would react when he walked in and saw me sitting there, so I
walked over to the table and sat down with my mother to wait.

+++++

*Chapter 15: The Confrontation*

After Rachel left, I sat for a long time, planning. I knew that I
had taken a risk sending Rachel back naked, but I felt that Mrs.
Miller had sent me a message when she sent Rachel over in just
her robe. To me, it meant that she knew what we were up to and
she was giving approval.

But how much would she approve of? Rachel said that she had told
her everything. What did that mean? How would Mrs. Miller treat
me? How should I treat her? Things never just stay easy, I
thought to myself.

I had actually assumed that at some point during the year either
Rachel's or my parents would find out what was going on. I
actually thought I would have a better time with Mrs. Miller than
my parents. Jessica Miller was a pretty cool mom. She always
talked openly with Rachel, and I knew that they had a pretty good
relationship. I knew it was Mrs. Miller that got Rachel the birth
control pills, "Just in case!"

Well, I couldn't procrastinate longer. I got showered and brushed
and I went downstairs. Michelle was in the kitchen when I got
there.

"Where's Rachel?" she asked.

"I sent her home," I said.

"But her robe is still here!" Michelle protested.

"I told her not to wear it home," I explained.

"But her mother was home!" Michelle said.

"I know," I said. "Her mother sent her over to get me, dressed in
just the robe. So I sent her back with nothing."

Michelle just stared at me, her mouth open.

"Close your mouth or someone might put something in it," I joked.
Michelle's mouth snapped shut. I explained, "Rachel told her mom
everything. I'm going over now to have a conversation about it
with her."

"I'm so sorry, Jeff," Michelle said sympathetically.

"Don't worry," I reassured her with more confidence than I felt.
"I'm pretty sure she's going to be cool with it."

"She's going to be OK with you having her daughter suck off four
boys and fuck one?" she asked.

"Surprisingly, I think she will be, but I'll find out soon," I
told her. Michelle gave me a peck on the cheek as I left. I took
Rachel's robe with me and I walked across the yard to her house.

I knocked on the door and I heard Mrs. Miller yell, "Come in!"

I opened the door and entered, looking around the kitchen as I
walked in. I was surprised to see Mrs. Miller sitting at the
table, as well as Rachel, still naked, with cum still on her
body. I surveyed the scene for a minute, then I hung the robe on
a hook near the door and I walked over to the table and sat down.

"You wanted to talk to me, Mrs. Miller?" I asked.

"I did," she said. "Given that we are talking about my daughter's
sex life while she is sitting here naked, though, I think it will
be OK for you to call me Jess."

It felt a little weird after all these years of calling her Mrs.
Miller, but I said, "OK, Jess. What can I do for you?"

"You can start by explaining to me what you are doing to my
daughter," she said.

"Rachel told me that she told you everything," I said. "She told
you about how she felt, and about what she asked me, right?"

She nodded.

"Then you should understand that what I am doing is taking care
of your daughter's needs," I said.

"You're not doing it to get your jollies?" she asked.

"Well, I won't deny that I am getting my 'jollies' as you put
it," I said, "but no. I am doing this for Rachel, to give her
what she needs. She thinks that if she does this, it will be out
of her system by the time she goes to college."

"But you don't agree?" Jess asked.

"No, I don't," I told her.

"What do you mean you don't agree?" Rachel asked.

I looked at Rachel and said, "Rachel, this is between your mother
and me. Please don't speak unless you're spoken to." Rachel
looked at me as if I had slapped her, but she sat back and let us
continue.

"Let me repeat Rachel's question," Jess said. "What do you mean
you don't agree?"

"I don't think this is a phase that a year of intense treatment
will cure," I said. "I think that this is who Rachel is, and when
she goes to college she will want it just as much, probably more
now that she has had a real taste."

"Then why did you agree to do it?" Jess asked.

"Because I think that after she has done this, she won't just
settle for someone who will abuse her, as she might have before,"
I explained. "I think that she will be better prepared to find
the right lover."

Jess sat back and looked at me for a minute. Then she sat up and
asked, "How do you feel when you treat Rachel the way that you
do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"A simple question," she said. "How do you feel? Do you feel
uncomfortable? Powerful? Happy? How do you feel?" She said it was
a simple question, but she was looking at me with an intensity
that I hadn't seen in her before.

I thought carefully about the question before I answered. Then I
said, "I feel happy that I am giving Rachel what she wants. I
feel confident, knowing that I can do what I want and Rachel will
enjoy it. When I am doing something that is way out there, I am
nervous that I will do something to hurt Rachel more than she can
take. When I am experimenting I am wondering if Rachel will
really like it, but it doesn't bother me too much if she won't;
everything that I do teaches me valuable lessons about Rachel and
myself."

"How do you justify the game you played last night?" Jess asked.
"Rachel could have ended up with someone who did something she
couldn't take."

I pulled out a pack of cards from my pocket. I shuffled them as
they watched me for a minute, then I dealt a hand to each of us.
I put the deck down and indicated to Rachel that she should show
her cards. She flipped them over and she had a full house, queens
over jacks. Then I had Jess show hers, and she had another full
house, aces over kings. I flipped mine over revealing a royal
flush.

"You set the whole night up! You're a card sharp!" Rachel
exclaimed. "How come I never knew?"

"You don't know everything about me," I said mysteriously. Then I
turned to Jess and I said, "I knew what Rachel was ready for, and
what she was not. I won't push her past her limits, I'll just
make her think that I will."

Jess remained staring at me for few minutes, then she turned to
Rachel and said, "Rachel, go to your room. I want to talk to Jeff
alone for a few moments."

Rachel looked at me and I nodded slightly. She turned without a
word and went upstairs. Jess sighed and said, "I've lost her."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She's not mine anymore, she's yours," Jess explained. "It was
all in that look. I told her to go to her room, and she might
have disobeyed. But she looked at you, and when you confirmed the
order, she went."

Jess remained silent for a few minutes, and I waited patiently.
It was clear that she had something important to tell me, and she
was working her way up to it. Finally she sighed and pushed
herself up.

"I am going to give you something," she said. "It was my
husband's, and it is extremely precious to me, but without Gary I
cannot use it. I thought that I would never see it again, but I
know that giving it to you is the right thing to do. Stay here a
minute."

Jess walked into her office, and a few minutes later she came
back out. She was holding a key on a chain in her hand. "Come
with me," she said.

I followed her into the basement, and she led me into the back of
the finished section to a closet that was there. She stood
quietly in front of the door for a long time.

"We always wondered what you kept in that closet," I said.

"What is in it is yours now," Jess said. "Yours and Rachel's."
She handed me the key and stepped back.

I took the key, surprised that she just did not open the door,
and I put the key in the lock. I turned it and opened the door. I
was expecting a small closet, but that is not what I got. There
were two steps down and a small hallway. It was bizarre, because
the hallway ran under the lawn, not the house. I saw a light
switch on the side and I turned it on. Lights flickered on in the
room at the end, though I saw that some of the lights were out.

I turned to Jess and she said, "I am not allowed to go in. You go
by yourself."

I turned back and walked the few steps down the hallway. I
reached the room, and I stopped in surprise. In the basement of
Rachel's house, a typical house in suburban America, there was an
honest to god dungeon. OK, maybe it wasn't up to the quality of a
medieval castle, but there were many interesting devices. There
were manacles and whips and crops and chains. There were tables
and horses. There was a hose, and a drain in the floor. There was
a cage.

I was stunned, shocked, amazed. I walked slowly around the room,
touching various items and examining others. There was dust built
up everywhere and the whole room could use a cleaning, but it was
an amazing room!

I turned around and walked back out. I shut off the lights and
locked the door. Then I turned to Jess and gave her a questioning
look.

"Let's go back upstairs," she said. We walked upstairs and she
poured herself another cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sat
across from her and waited for her to speak.

"As you can probably guess," Jess began, "Rachel isn't the only
one in this family that has those feelings. I was just like her
growing up, only I got into the exact trouble that Rachel is
trying to avoid. She always was smarter than I.

"I was with all the wrong people for a long time, and when Gary
came along, he saved me. I think that one of the reasons I like
you so much is that you remind me of him."

"Why can't you go into the room?" I asked.

"That's a very personal question," she said.

"Isn't everything we've been discussing personal?" I asked.

She looked at me sharply and said, "You're way too old for your
age." She paused then said, "It was Gary's rule. I could not
unlock the room, and when I entered, I had to be naked and
crawling. Not something I was ready to do today."

Now that was an interesting turn of phrase.

Jess sighed and was silent for a few minutes. Finally she seemed
to pull herself together and looked up at me. "You can understand
why I sympathize with Rachel, why I understand what she is going
through. I think she is doing exactly the right thing, and I
think that you are completely right that it will not be out of
her system when she goes off to college.

"But in one way, you are completely naive. You think that when
Rachel goes off to college she'll be able to pick a better lover.
Hah! What a fool you are. I'll make you a bet. I bet that when
you go off to college, Rachel will be right there at the same
college, and she will be there to serve your every need!"

She sat back with a smirk on her face, and I looked at her in
surprise. I thought about what she said, and I realized that
there might be something to it. If I did a good job, she wouldn't
want to leave me; if I did a bad job she wouldn't be ready to
leave me. Nonetheless, I asked, "What are we betting for?"

The smirk dropped for a minute, but then was back even more
forcefully. "How about this for terms? If you are wrong, if
Rachel stays with you, then you have to promise to keep her. I am
not saying you need to be with her exclusively, or that you need
to be her boyfriend or husband. I am saying that throughout
college, you will have to take care of her in the same way you
are taking care of her now."

She sat back, as if to say 'So there!'

"And if I am right?" I asked.

She leaned forward again, and in a low, intense voice, "If you
are right, than you will no longer have Rachel as a fuck toy."
That was the first time I had heard her say fuck, and it was
surprising coming from her.

"If you are right," she continued, "then I will serve as a
replacement fuck toy in her place."

I *know* that my jaw dropped on that pronouncement!

"Face it," she said, "after the year that you are going to have,
you are going to expect obedience and compliance on demand. If
Rachel won't be there to give it to you, you can take it from me.
But I'm not worried about losing."

I sat back to regain my composure. I thought about what she said,
and I slowly started smiling. "I'll take your bet," I said. "It's
a no lose situation for me! If Rachel needs me, I will be there
for her anyway. And if she doesn't need me, I have her sexy mom
to use as I will. How could I go wrong? My only problem is going
to be deciding which alternative to root for!"

We both sat there smiling stupidly at each other for a few
minutes. Jess said, "I'm going to tell Rachel about me, but not
right now. Later maybe. But I'm not going to tell her about the
room. It's yours now; you show her when you are ready." Then she
yelled out, "Rachel, get your naked ass down here!"

Rachel came running down the stairs, the bouncing doing
interesting things to her anatomy. She still had not cleaned up
from last night. She looked back and forth between us, clearly
nervous about what we were talking about.

Jess looked at Rachel and said, "It was clear when I told you to
leave that although I am your mother, you won't necessarily obey
me. It was equally clear that you will obey Jeff. Therefore, from
this moment on, our relationship will change.

"I am still your mother, and I will love you forever. I will
still look out for you, and I will still try and get you to do
what I think is best. But if you don't listen to me, there will
be no consequences from me. What I will do is tell Jeff exactly
what I asked and what you did or did not do. I will not tell him
what to do about it, or even what I think he should do about it.
You offered yourself to him, and he accepted. I respect that
deal."

Jess got up and walked to a drawer and took out a key. She handed
the key to me. "This is a key to the house. As Rachel's master,
you have full access to the house and anything in it. I will not
object to anything that you do with Rachel. If we are eating
dinner and you come in, bend Rachel over the table and fuck her
senseless, that's fine with me. I will not interfere with any
punishment that you choose to inflict."

She turned to Rachel, who was staring at her with an open mouth
and wide eyes. "Do you understand what I've done?" she asked
Rachel quietly.

Rachel nodded and ran over to hug her mother. I heard Jess
whisper, "I want you to have everything that I had, and
everything that I missed." She kissed Rachel's cheek, and then
they separated.

She got a serious look and turned to me again. "I think that it
is best if you tell your parents that you are dating Rachel. I'll
explain to them that I am OK with you staying over whenever you
want, and I'll talk to them about the futility of keeping young
lovers apart. Don't worry, I'll convince them. At school, you can
date anyone you want, but I don't think your parents are as
open-minded as I am, so I'd keep them a little in the dark about
this, if I were you.

"Now to finalize this, are there any household rules that you are
going to make?"

I got a predatory look on my face, and I asked Jess, "Which
household?"

She gave me a steady look and said, "Your household."

I pointed to the door where I had hung the robe. "The ladies of
my household do not dress while in the house," I said. "There can
be robes, no longer or thicker than that one, hung by the door in
case company calls. Other than that, nothing."

I stood up. "This morning has been quite eye-opening. I have to
go home right now, however. I'll stop by later for dinner. Jess,
I think you have a lot to talk over with your daughter. I'll see
you later."

I walked up and kissed Jess on the cheek. Then I went to Rachel
and gave her a much bigger kiss while I grabbed her ass. "I don't
understand what is happening," she whispered to me.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

"Then just go with the flow. Go take a shower, then come down and
talk to your mother. I love you, and after the talk I had with
your mother, I *know* that you are going to have a _very_
interesting year."

I kissed her and walked out the door, already making plans in my
head for the year ahead. If Rachel was going to have an
interesting year, it would be doubly so for me.

+++++

*Chapter 16: The Aftermath - Jeff*

I walked home slowly and went upstairs into my bedroom. I was
mentally exhausted and confused. I felt like I had just taken a
really important test; I had passed, but it drained me
completely. My mind was swirling around the events that had just
occurred, and I started revising some plans for the future. I
quickly fell asleep and took a nice long nap.

I woke up in the afternoon and went downstairs. Michelle was
sitting in the family room, but she jumped up when I walked in.
"Welcome to the land of the living," she said. "I can't believe
you went to bed without telling me what happened next door!"

"You're right," I said contritely, "It was thoughtless of me. I
had my mind going so many different ways that I didn't think. I'm
sorry."

"That's OK," she said, "Just tell me what happened."

"I'm not completely sure," I said. "The bottom line is that Mrs.
Miller - Jess - said that she understood and accepted what we
did. She has no problem with it. In fact, she has turned over all
discipline of Rachel to me. She even said that if I told Mom and
Dad that Rachel is my girlfriend, she would convince them that it
would not be bad if I spent some nights over there."

"Wow, you've got it good!" she said.

"Yeah, I think I do," I replied. "I'm just trying to figure out
_how_ good I have it."

"Well, don't hurt your pretty little head thinking," she said
with a smirk. "By the way, while you were asleep, Rachel called.
She invited you over to her house for dinner at 6."

"Thanks," I said. I was still distracted. I knew that I wasn't
treating Michelle exactly right, but I couldn't help it.

+++++

*Chapter 17: The Aftermath - Rachel*

When Jeff left, I followed his instructions and regretfully
washed the cum off my body. I comforted myself with the fact that
the agreement that Jeff and my mother had reached assured me that
I would be painted with far more cum in the future.

When I was all cleaned up, I walked downstairs. My mother was
cleaning up, but when she saw me she stopped, and we went into
the living room and sat on the couch.

"Why did you make me go upstairs before?" I asked.

"I'm sorry about that," Mom said, "but I needed to talk to Jeff.
There were some things that I wanted to know from him, and some
that I needed to tell him, and they were things that I did not
want you to know if he gave me the wrong answers."

"Were the answers wrong?" I asked. "And why were you keeping
things secret from me?"

"There are always going to be certain things that we keep secret
from others, even those that are closest to us," she told me.
"There are some things that you were too young to be told about.
There are some things that are too personal, just between me and
your father. There are some things that I was too embarrassed to
tell you. And there were some things that I felt would influence
you in particular directions, and I wanted you to make your own
decisions.

"Earlier, I'll bet that you were worried that I would be
disgusted about the feelings that you had, or worried that I
wouldn't understand. Right?"

I nodded.

"Well, I understand how you feel, better than you might imagine,"
she told me. "You see, I have those same feelings, too."

I looked at her in shock! "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I get turned on by pain, by humiliation," she told
me. "When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as smart as you, and I
made all the mistakes that you are worried about making. If your
father hadn't rescued me, I probably would have ended up in a
really bad way. But because I've lived through it, I understand
exactly how you are feeling. That is why I would not dream of
stopping you."

I looked at her, digesting what she had said. My mother was just
like me!

"How did Dad get you to stop needing those things?" I asked.

"I didn't say he did," Mom replied.

"You said he rescued you," I countered.

"Yes, he did," she responded. "He got me away from the bad
influences, but he didn't remove the feelings. He just catered to
them in a safe and protected way."

I thought about that, and I said, "Sort of like Jeff is doing?"

"Very much like Jeff is doing," she said. "That is why I needed
to talk to him. I needed to see if he was being safe and
protecting. I think he is, so I encouraged him to continue."

"So what will I do after the year is up and I don't have Jeff
anymore?" I asked.

"Jeff and I have a little bet about what will happen," she told
me, smiling. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I pondered that for a minute, then I asked, "What have you been
doing about your feelings since Daddy died?"

"Pining," she said. "It's been easier to control, given that I
had no outlet. I still have some toys, and that has helped a
little. I'm afraid about how I'm going to feel now that I'll see
things happening in front of me. It's going to revive some
dormant feelings."

"You don't really think that Jeff will do things in front of you,
do you?" I asked.

Mom chuckled and said, "Count on it. It will humiliate you and it
will excite me, and he knows that; there is no way he would let
that opportunity pass. And I have to tell you something else. You
may not have picked it up in the undertones of the conversation,
but Jeff and I reached another agreement as well."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I am not going to have sex with Jeff, but I am going to obey
him," she told me.

"What?" I asked. I had been using that word as a sentence a lot
lately. Every time I thought I'd been shocked as much as I could
be, something else popped up.

"But why?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I think that I miss someone being
in charge of me. Plus, it will be quite humiliating taking orders
from someone young enough to be my son, and my daughter's
boyfriend to boot. I told you what I like!"

She shook herself a little and said, "In any event, you are
overdressed. I want you to invite Jeff over for dinner tonight,
and if he hears that you were wearing clothes in the house, I am
going to have to watch a very strenuous punishment, and I don't
think that I could take that so soon. So please take your clothes
off, call and invite Jeff to dinner, then help me clean and
cook."

Oh my Dog! I thought. My mom was right, so I stripped my clothes,
and did as she instructed.

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*Chapter 18: The Dinner*

I walked over to Rachel's house and knocked on the front door.
The door opened and Rachel greeted me, gloriously naked. She
pulled me into her arms and said, "Welcome home, dear."

After she kissed me soundly, I took a step back and looked at
her. She had something up her sleeve - well, she would have if
she were wearing anything with a sleeve.

"Welcome home, dear?" I asked.

"Well, it appears that you are in this household, so this is your
home now," she told me. "It seems pretty silly for you to knock
on your own door. From now on, you should just walk in."

I shook my head and followed her into the kitchen, where my heart
stopped. Jess was setting the table, and when I walked in she was
leaned over putting down a plate. Given the fact that she was
entirely naked, her breasts were hanging down in a most
delightful way.

We had verbally sparred earlier, and I felt that it might lead to
something, but this was amazing! Rachel went over to help her
mother, and, I think, give me a side-by-side comparison. Jess was
an older version of Rachel, and if genetics followed, then some
guy was going to be amazingly lucky growing old with Rachel.

Jess was in her late thirties, but her body looked like late
twenties. Her tits didn't stand nearly as firmly as Rachel's, but
they didn't sag much either. Her body was pretty toned, too, and
when she saw me examining her closely, she slowly turned to give
me the full picture. I didn't think that touching her was going
to happen, but I would be thinking of her when I took Rachel
later!

A short time later we sat down to eat. After we took our initial
servings I said, "I'm sort of surprised to find you like this."

"Why?" Jess asked. "You said that you didn't want women in your
household wearing clothes. I'd like to think that I qualify as a
woman, and I am in your household, so here I am." She gestured
down her body as she said that, and she was right: she certainly
qualified as a woman.

"Remember what I said," she continued. "As Rachel's master, you
have full access to the house and anything in it. No need to
knock or ask any more."

"Full access?" I asked.

"With some restrictions," she said with a smile.

"Ahhhh, now we're getting somewhere," I said, ready to negotiate.
"Lay out the restrictions for me."

She looked at me carefully and said, "Complete obedience, but
nothing sexual."

"That's not acceptable," I said. "You are sitting in front of me
naked, making me hard. That is sexual. You're going to have to
define your terms better than that."

She considered that for a moment, then said, "Complete obedience,
but I have the right of refusal on anything sexual."

"Between me and you only," I said.

She nodded.

"What is refusal?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"Does no mean no, or does no mean maybe?" I asked.

She thought about it and then said, "No means no, at least for
then."

"So I have the right to try and turn a no into a yes?" I asked.

She nodded.

I smiled and repeated, "Complete obedience, you can refuse
anything sexual, but I can convince you otherwise."

She nodded.

"Those are the limits of the rules?" I asked.

She nodded.

"And do you refuse me everything sexual?" I asked

She nodded. I smiled.

"Ooooo, you are so fucked," Rachel laughed.

"What do you mean?" Jess asked her daughter.

"You set up the rules, and Jeff accepted them," she said. "I told
you about Jeff and rules. He is going to find every flexible
area, every loophole, and you are going to be so fucked!"

"Rachel," I said quietly, looking at Jess.

"Yes, Jeff?" she asked.

"Clear off the table," I told her.

She got up without question and went to clear of the table. Jess
started to get up to help and I said, "No Jess. You sit there.
Put your hands on the table in front of you and don't move."

I waited until Rachel was done cleaning off the table. Then I
stood up and pulled her over to me and pushed her face down on
the table. The table was not wide, and Jess was sitting right
across from me, so Rachel's head reached almost to Jess's hands,
which were on the table in front of me.

I stood behind Rachel and pushed my pants down. Jess' eyes got
wide when she got a look at my cock, which gave me a warm and
fuzzy feeling. I know my cock is bigger than most of the kids
around, but seeing Jess react was special.

I stepped up to Rachel and eased my cock into her. I never took
my eyes off of Jess as I slowly fucked Rachel. I saw Rachel grab
Jess' forearms and hold them.

"Rachel," I said. "How does it feel to have someone's cock going
in and out of you when he is not even fucking you?"

"You are fucking me," she panted.

"No, I'm not," I said. "You're just a convenient hole."

"Oh my God!" she cried. "You're fucking my mother! I'm not even
important to you! I'm just a receptacle for you. Oh, what kind of
slut am I to enjoy being fucked knowing that you don't even care
about me! You're just using me to get to my mother!"

Rachel kept babbling like that, working herself higher and
higher, and incidentally, working me and Jess up as well. But it
was Jess I was looking at. Rachel was digging her fingernails
into Jess' arms, and Jess was breathing harder and harder. I
could tell that Rachel was close, and Jess seemed pretty close
too.

Soon Rachel screamed, "Your slut is cumming!" and dug her nails
even deeper into Jess. Jess looked at me with wide eyes as I
leaned forward and slapped her hard across the face. Her head
rocked back and her eyes closed as she moaned. I couldn't take it
any more, so I pulled out and shot my load across Rachel's back.

We all stayed frozen where we were for a few minutes as we got
our breath back. Jess touched her reddening face where I slapped
her. "That was sexual," she said.

"No, that was punishment," I told her. "That was for teasing me.
I have the right to punish you."

With that I pulled up my pants and zipped up. "Good night
ladies," I said as I walked to the door. As I was walking out I
heard Rachel whisper to her mother, "You are soooooooo fucked!"

It was going to be a good year.

*End of Part 2*

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