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NEW TO THESE PARTS (MF/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   The diner was pretty beat-up; the chairs were worn and the corners of
the tables were starting to show more wood than Formica.  I looked out of
the window at the intersection.
   The town had once been prosperous; a collection of manufacturing plants
had meant high employment, albeit at relatively low wages.  The recession
had changed all that; few people had jobs, there were more trailers than
permanent homes and many of the roads and buildings seemed to be
practically falling apart.  But the scenery was beautiful; mountains in the
distance, lush woods and clear streams.  That's what had brought me here.
All I needed for my job was an internet connection and the ability to get
to an airport within a few hours.  At thirty eight years old I was single,
with no money worries and could live where I wanted.  I had decided to
spend the summer here; there were big houses for low rents and a great
outdoor life on my doorstep.
   I felt the waitress looking at me again and turned slightly towards her.
It was the third time I'd been in the diner that week and it was starting
to become regular.  It was a nice change to get out of the house and have a
coffee somewhere.  I had sensed she was looking at me the last time I'd
been there.  Given that we were generally the only two in the diner, in
some ways it wasn't surprising.
   As I turned and caught her eye she looked away and pretended to be doing
something.  To save us both from embarrassment I picked up my coffee mug
and raised it.  Relieved to have been spared she bustled over with the
coffee pot.
   She looked to be in her late twenties.  Her uniform was too tight on her
and I wondered how long she'd had it and how much weight she had put on in
that time.  She had an attractive face with fair curly hair and blue eyes.
You could tell that ten or fifteen years ago she'd been good-looking.  As
she carried the coffee over and I looked at her more closely I could see
there was no bounce in her step and her eyes looked sad.  She got to my
table.
   "More coffee?" she offered, holding up the pot.
   "Thanks." I said, holding up my mug for her to pour into, "My name's
Matt.  What's yours?"
   "Sherryn." she drawled out her name.
   "Take a seat?" I asked, indicating a seat on the opposite side of the
table.
   "Sure!" she said, looking around at the empty diner.
   "So, whatcha doin' here?" she asked, "I seen you comin' here a while
now."
   I talked to her about my job and how I was renting and enjoying the
scenery and lifestyle.  She looked at me with wistful eyes.
   "So what about you?" I asked.
   She let out a short laugh and then sighed.
   "Ain't much to say here," she said with resignation, "I had some stuff
happen in my life.  I was doing real good at high school, but there was
this boy, an', well, you know, I fell pregnant with my first at seventeen.
He didn't stick around!"
   "What did your parents say?" I asked with a wry smile.
   She picked up on my teasing humour.
   "I got a good whuppin'!" she nodded with a little smile, "My mom and
dad, they sure liked whuppin' us.  I only got one whuppin' worse than that
one!"
   "What was that for?" I wondered.
   She gave a genuine laugh, shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
   "That's when I gone got pregnant a second time.  When I was nineteen. 
Ya know a pony whip?"
   I shook my head.
   "Weeeel," she drawled, "it cuts!  But ya know what?"
   "No." I answered.
   "I wish they'd used that pony whip on me when I was fifteen!  I sure
wouldn't have gone with no boy if I'd known `bout that pony whip!"
   "Well," I said, raising my eyebrows, "That's why kids need to be
spanked; long, hard and often!"
   She looked up at me, her eyes bright and shining.
   "Ya truly believe that?" she asked.
   I nodded solemnly and launched into my little pitch for her benefit.
   "Kids need it." I said, "It teaches them self-discipline, it teaches
them right from wrong, it's a great de-stressor for parents and, most
importantly, it punishes them for their sin.  The good book tells us that
sin needs to be punished.  It even tells us how to do that for kids; by not
sparing the rod.  I mean it even tells us that that we need to use a rod or
other implement!"
   Sherryn nodded, her mouth partially open, her eyes fixed, almost glassy,
absorbing every word; it was an almost perfect reaction.  I felt my cock
beginning to fill out.
   "Amen!" she whispered, "Amen to that!"
   "So, I take it you have kids, Sherryn?" I asked, my eyes encouraging
her, "That you spank?"
   She looked up at me and for the first time she smiled properly.
   "I do, Sir!  I truly do!  An' this momma spanks hard an' often.  Ya can
be sure of that!"
   My cock was erecting itself now; I loved spanking children and had
already been kicked out by several single-mom girlfriends for whipping
their little ones' bottoms just a bit too hard and just a bit too
frequently for their liking.  Sherryn sounded like my kind of mom; I
decided to encourage her further.
   "Are your kids sinful, Sherryn?" I asked.
   "Mmm-hmm!" she nodded her head, "Lil' bitches!  Both of `em!"
   She stopped herself, her face registering surprise and alarm that she'd
said it out loud.  My cock twitched; so they were little girls and she
didn't seem to like them; that increased the chances that she spanked hard.
I jumped in before she had the chance to correct herself.
   "So, sinful `little bitches'; I think they need the hardest spankings!
I'm certain they sin all the time.  They must make your life difficult. 
How old are they?" I enquired.
   I watched her face flush.
   "They sure do make my life difficult!  They surely do!" she said,
nodding, "An' they're seven and nine now."
   My cock twitched and I wondered if I could provoke a reaction.
   "They should know better at that age!" I proclaimed, "Always wanting
things, never being grateful, never doing what they're told, always
disrespecting you!"
   My heart thumped as I saw the anger rise behind her eyes.
   "Yeah, lil' bitches!  I don't get a damn moments peace!  Always yappin'
their mouths off!  Momma this!  Momma that!  I work six days a week, eight
until ten, just to keep `em fed!  An' they always want more!"
   "They must have really messed up your life?" I added, eager to get her
fired up.
   "They sure did!" she said vehemently, "I coulda' been someone!  My
grades were real good!  Now look at me!" she put her hands up to herself to
indicate her ill-fitting waitress uniform, "I ain't no one and I ain't
never gonna be!  But I sure make their lil' butts pay for it!"
   She looked at me, her eyes fearful of my reaction.
   "Sherryn, you're doing the right thing." I said, nodding in affirmation
and secret delight, "They get you all riled up and you need to spank them,
to de-stress yourself.  God made it that way; that a child's butt calls out
to be spanked.  And the harder you spank them, and the more they cry and
beg, the better you should feel.  You're taking away their sin, that's what
you're doing.  You're doing God's work when you spank them."
   Sherryn reached across the table and clasped my hands in hers.  There
were tears in her eyes.
   "Thank you!  Thank you, Matt!  I been waitin' so long for someone who
knows what's right!  You know it's right to spank `em, don't you, Matt?  I
do it `till their butts blister, Matt!  That's right, ain't it, Matt?"
   I held her hands in mine, a huge hard lump in my trousers hiding under
the diner table.
   "That's right, Sherryn!  Sinful little bitches need it hard like that!"
   She sighed and looked at me sadly.
   "Would you ever be interested in a woman like me, Matt?" she asked, "I
ain't got much to offer you."
   I gave her a little smile; I knew just what I wanted her to offer.  I
wondered if she knew too.
   "I may be, Sherryn." I said in a noncommittal way, "So how do you teach
your kids so they don't make the same mistakes as you?"
   She bit her lip and went quiet.  I realised that she was holding back on
me and it looked like it was going to be something good.
   "You know, Sherryn," I said, "there're some sorts of punishments that
work for that sort of thing that people don't really talk about.  One of my
old girlfriend's daughter's kept scratching her butt, so my girlfriend took
her to the bathroom and stuck a brush up her butt and scrubbed her little
butt hole for her!" I lied.
   Sherryn looked fascinated and I saw her fear ebbing away.  I decided to
carry on with my stories.
   "And another girlfriend I had, her daughter went through a phase of
playing with herself.  And every single time she found her doing it she
spanked her, right on her private parts, with this big old eighteen inch
wooden ruler.  You should have heard the screaming!"
   I could see that Sherryn was warmed up now, nodding her head righteously
as I described this strict child discipline.  She leaned in towards me,
ready to disclose.
   "I hurts `em, Matt.  So they learns not to do what I did!" she said.
   "How?" I asked, "Tell me."
   She answered, almost in a whisper.
   "I puts things in `em, Matt.  Things that are ...  too big!"
   I nodded my head, still holding her hands.
   "You're a good mom, Sherryn.  You're doing the right thing." I smiled,
and then I named my price, "Maybe I could help with that?"
   The realisation of what I'd just suggested passed over her face and I
watched it turn into a look of eager hope.
   "You could, Matt!  You could help me!  With ...  everything!" she said,
almost pleading.
   "Do you go to church, Sherryn?" I asked, steering her to where I wanted.
   "I surely do, Matt.  Every Sunday." she said.
   "I'll pick you and the girls up this Sunday and take you to church." I
said, "Then we can go back to my place for the afternoon and see how we all
get on."
   She nodded her head and her tongue passed over her lips.
   "I always spanks `em after church, Matt!"
   "And this Sunday should be no different." I smiled.
   "I can't wait to see their faces when they finds out they're gonna get
it in front of a man!  I always spanks `em naked!" she smiled.
   "I'll look forward to that." I smiled back.
   "I'm sure ya will, Matt!" she grinned.
   I took Sherryn's address and left the diner, keen to quit while I was
ahead.
   On Sunday morning I drove out to Sherryn's house.  I didn't know what to
expect, but what I found didn't surprise me.  It wasn't quite trailer park
territory, but not far off.  As I drew up to Sherryn's one storey
clapperboard house I could see an old beat-up car in the drive and the
faded paintwork on the building.  Apart from that everything was neat and
tidy; the lawn in the yard was mown, the windows were clean and the two
chairs on the veranda were carefully positioned; it was clear that Sherryn
was a hard worker who, despite a lack of money, had high standards.  I was
impressed and my estimation of Sherryn went up a notch.
   I pulled into her drive.  The big black SUV I was driving seemed to be
attracting some attention from her neighbours.  Several had come out to see
what was happening, perhaps to see if there was some sort of trouble. 
Sherryn opened the front door, having seen me arrive and ushered her two
kids out.  They were both utterly adorable.
   The seven-year-old was a tiny blonde imp with long hair that had been
attractively plaited into two pigtails.  She had a cute freckled face with
a tiny button nose.  When she grinned her mouth was a mix of adult and baby
teeth with a couple of gaps.  She wore a threadbare white summer dress for
church and I could see how her little butt pushed the dress out at the
back. She was jumping excitedly and pointing at my car.  I couldn't wait to
see her naked, howling as she got her little butt whipped by her big
mother.
   The nine-year-old was quite different to her sister.  Tall and willowy,
she seemed to have a refined and graceful air about her.  Her face was oval
with an aquiline nose and hazel eyes.  Her hair was brown, short and wavy.
It had been tied neatly into two bunches held with elastic hair bands.  In
contrast to the rest of her body, her bottom was big; the broad cheeks
jutted out behind her; it was almost as though you could have rested a wine
glass on the top of her buttocks.  Sherryn had dressed her daughter in a
plain white blouse and a faded blue skirt that only seemed to emphasise the
size of her daughter's bottom.  I had every suspicion that that was exactly
why Sherryn had dressed her that way.  The girl was grinning an awkward
toothy smile that would require some orthodontic work to put right.  I
wondered what she might be prepared to do for a generous uncle who, given
the right encouragement, could pay for her braces.
   Sharon was smartly dressed and moved her daughters down the steps of her
house.  She was flushed and knew her neighbours were watching her every
step.  I could see how important this was to her and lent forward to kiss
her on the cheek so that everyone could see I was involved with her.
   "Oh, Matt!" she exclaimed delightedly as our eyes locked for a moment.
   "Momma!  Momma!  Is this his car?  Are we gonna go to church in this
car? Are we?  Are we?"
   Sherryn sighed.
   "Now Adalynn, I gone told ya to mind yourself around Uncle Matt, so ya
best be good!"
   Sherryn gave me a wicked little smile; we both knew that before long
little Adalynn would be naked having her small butt busted.  It was the
kind of `we know but she doesn't know' look I liked.
   "So Matt, this is Adalynn." she said, pointing to her bouncing
seven-year-old, "an' this is Kenley." she said, pointing to her shyly
grinning nine-year-old.
   "Are you rich, Uncle Matt?" Kenley asked in awe, looking at the car.
   "I do alright, Kenley." I smiled, "You're going to come and see my house
after church.  Would you like that?"
   "Is it big?" she asked, her eyes wide.
   "Wait and see." I smiled.
   The girls and their mother went to get into the car.  As I opened the
door for Sherryn she dropped her eyes and then looked up at me.
   "Thank you, Matt." she said, indicating her watching neighbours with a
slight nod of the head.
   "My pleasure." I said, happy that I'd just put a big tick in one of
Sherryn's boxes; when I was enjoying myself with her daughters' bodies
later, I knew that she'd think about how important that moment in front of
her neighbours had been.  I could see now how desperate for status she was.
That need would go a long way when it came to making sure I was kept happy.
   We drove to Sherryn's church and parked up.  Again there were
open-mouthed stares as other members of the congregation watched Sherryn
and her daughters get out of my car.  Sherryn lapped it up and lost no time
in introducing me as her new boyfriend.  I played the part being nice and
friendly to everyone.  Sherryn and I hadn't even discussed being a couple
and every so often she gave me a worried glance as I shook hands and
chatted, aware that she'd completely overstepped the mark.  I knew that
even now her mind was racing to think of some way that she could explain
herself to me and have me as her boyfriend; the shame of returning to
church next week in her old beat-up car without me would be too much for
her to bear.
   It wasn't long before the pastor presented himself to me; tall,
confident and smiling he took my hand.  He had soon found out what sort of
job I did and I could see him doing mental calculations about what that
might that might mean for the churches income.  I beat him to it.
   "This church must need a lot of upkeep, pastor." I smiled.
   I saw his surprise, which then turned to suspicion.  This one was smart,
I thought.
   "It does indeed, Matt.  More, alas, than church funds can cover." he
answered.
   I nodded.
   "Perhaps we could go somewhere and discuss a private donation?" I said
covertly.
   I was ushered into his office.
   "This is very charitable of you, Matt." he said, his hard eyes on me.
   I took out a cheque book.  I never carried one usually, but had put one
in my jacket guessing that I might need it.
   "What needs doing?" I asked.
   "We need rotting wood replacing.  That'll cost a thousand dollars." he
said, looking for a reaction.
   I began filling out the cheque.  I saw him lick his lips.
   "Is there anything I can do for you, Matt?" he asked, looking at me
hard.
   "Yes, pastor, in fact there is!" I smiled, "Sherryn seems to be having
real trouble with her daughters.  I wondered if you could preach something
about the importance of not sparing the rod.  For kids!" I added, so the
meaning wasn't lost.
   He nodded slowly, not smiling.  I could see him calculating.
   "Kenley and Adalynn are real pretty girls." he said.
   "They are." I agreed.
   "The floor needs some work.  That'll cost another two thousand dollars."
he said.
   I saw him watch greedily as I changed the values on the cheque, signed
it and passed it to him.
   "Would you like me to mention spanking by name?" he asked, a little
smile playing on his face.
   "As much as possible." I grinned.
   He nodded his agreement and the deal was sealed.
   The good pastor delivered on his promise.  He was a good preacher too.
The congregation's minds were filled with images of out-of-control youth,
children who didn't listen to their parents and demons that caused them to
sin.  And the only godly cure was spanking.  The pastor fell to his knees
and begged his congregation to spank their children; `to banish the demons
through the castigation of their hindquarters' was one of his phrases I
particularly enjoyed.  The whole thing was quite delicious; all round the
congregation children were virtually in tears; one little five or six year
old girl was actually crying as her mom sat next to her with a hairbrush in
her hand that she repeatedly smacked into her other hand.
   I reached down and took hold of Sherryn's hand.  She squeezed my hand
hard; her face was red and she was really getting off on the sermon.  She
lent over to me and put her mouth against my ear.
   "I'm gonna do `em both for ya!" her hot breath whispered.
   My cock twitched; before long I would be seeing two little bottoms
receiving some first class severe discipline.  I was pretty certain that
Sherryn wasn't a mom who would worry too much about what sort of bruises
and blisters she left on her daughters' bottoms.
   On the way back to my house the girls were both quiet as they sat in the
back of my car.  They'd been as equally teary-eyed in church as the other
children who'd listened to the good pastor extolling the virtues of the
most severe spankings.  I also remembered Sherryn saying that she generally
spanked the girls after church.  But before their punishments began, I
wanted to have a little fun with the girls.
   "So, Adalynn and Kenley, are you looking forward to seeing my house?" I
asked.
   "Is it big?" asked Adalynn.
   "Yes, it's big!" I confirmed.
   "How big?" asked Kenley, her interest piqued.
   I caught sight of Kenley in the rear view mirror; she really was
remarkably pretty.  I remembered how round her bottom had looked and I
couldn't wait to see it when her panties were pulled down.
   "Well," I said, "it's got a big games-room, six bedrooms, a paddock for
horses and a very nice big swimming pool."
   "A swimmin' pool!" shrieked Adalynn in delight.
   "A paddock for horses." said Kenley, her eyes wide with the secret hope
that she might see a horse.
   Sherynn was looking at me in shock, her mouth partially open.
   "You gotta be kiddin' me!" she said.
   But even as the words came out, she could see that we were on the street
with the bigger houses with one acre plots.  A couple of streets later we
were at the edge of town and the houses have become impressive.  I had got
a great deal on the house rental by putting up six months money in advance.
There weren't many takers for houses of that size in this town.
   The automatic gates began to open on one side of a double drive in front
of a big colonial style house.  I drove through the gates.  Excitement in
the back of the car had reached fever pitch with the girls literally
bouncing on their seats.  Sherryn was looking round intently.  She was
quiet and I knew she was thinking about her future and the part her little
daughters were going to have to play in securing it, however painful for
them that was going to be.
   I opened the front door and the girls rushed in.  I held the door open
for Sherryn who followed the girls.  In the big open-plan family room the
girls ran about looking at everything.
   "This place is, like, huge!" said Kenley.
   "Can we stay, Momma?  Can we move here?" Adalynn cried as she bounced
about.
   Sherryn looked around the room, taking it all in.
   "I don't know, Adalynn." she said, "That'll be up to Uncle Matt.  Maybe
if ya'll real good for him then we can!"
   "We'll be good, won't we Kenley!" said Adalynn enthusiastically.
   "We'll be real good for you, Uncle Matt!" Kenley eagerly agreed.
   "Let's go look at the swimming pool." I said and led them out of the big
glass doors at the back of the room.
   The pool stretched out at the back of the house.  It was another hot day
and the girls desire to jump in the cool inviting water was almost
palpable.
   "You girls want to go swimming?" I asked.
   "Yayyyyy!" they both shouted in unison.
   "Momma, I ain't got no swim things!" said Kenley, turning to her mom.
   Before Sherryn could answer, I interrupted.
   "We're perfectly private here, girls.  No need for swimming things. 
Just take your clothes off and get in naked.  God has no need for false
modesty in this house."
   "Momma, I can't show myself!" Kenley protested.
   Her younger sister meanwhile was eagerly stripping off.
   Sherryn bent down and got right up in Kenley's face.
   "Ya gone been told, Kenley!  Ya been told to be good!  Ya gone been told
that God don't like no false modesty!  Now get `em clothes off and
apologise to Uncle Matt!"
   Tearfully Kenley turned to me.
   "Please, Uncle Matt!  I'm sorry!  I'll take my clothes off!"
   Analynn was pulling down her panties and I admired the seven-year-old's
perfect little bubble butt and tiny slit.  She ran to the pool and jumped
in, splashing about.
   Kenley was slowly taking her clothes off.  I watched as she unbuttoned
her blouse and took it off.  Her breasts looked like they were just
starting to swell and her nipples stuck out like two little bee stings. 
Her skirt had an elastic waist and she pulled it down her legs.  I could
see her big butt in her panties now.  The panties were too small for her
and the edge of the left leg-hole had disappeared into her butt crack
leaving her left buttock bare.  She self-consciously pulled the panty
material out of her crack.
   "Take `em off, Kenley!" her mother warned.
   Kenley went bright red and slowly pulled her panties down her legs with
one hand while covering her pussy with the other.
   "Kenley," I said, "God doesn't like false modesty.  As penance I want
you to put your hands on your head and show yourself to me."
   "Do it!" barked Sherryn.
   Kenley bit her lip and a tear ran down her face as she put her hands on
her head.  Her pussy was still bald but I could see the little lips had
started to bulge out.  But the thing that really fascinated me was her
bottom.
   "Turn around, Kenley!  I want to look at your butt!" I said.
   Kenley turned around and I feasted my eyes on her beautiful pear-drop
shaped soft white bottom cheeks.  Her hips flared out from her body making
her bottom wide and the cheeks protruded a remarkable way out from her
back.
   "Go and get in the pool, Kenley!" I said, and she gratefully scampered
off.
   I started to take my own clothes off.
   "Us too, Sherryn!" I said.
   I saw the surprise in her eyes.
   "Gee Matt, I don't know.  I mean, I ain't so young as them!"
   "Come on!  Let's see what you got!" I smiled.
   Sherryn reluctantly undressed.  Her breasts were full and sagged
slightly on her chest.  Her tummy had a fairly large paunch and she had a
forest of blonde pubic hair surrounding her fleshy pussy.  Her butt was
large but the cheeks were well defined.
   "Not bad!" I said.
   She giggled slightly at the compliment.
   We sat together on the sun-lounger and watched the kids playing in the
water.  She didn't say anything.  I could tell she was watching how
intently I was studying her little daughters' young bodies.  Analynn and
Kenley had started to do crouch dives into the pool with their backs to us.
I watched them climb out of the pool with their legs spread wide.  Then
they would crouch by the pool, butts stuck up, cheeks parted, anuses
visible and cute little pussy lips protruding between the tops of their
thighs.
   My cock slowly started to stiffen as I watched the girls.  I made no
attempt to hide it.  A soft hand gripped my erecting penis and began to
gently rub the loose skin up and down.
   "Like what ya see?" Sherryn asked softly.
   "Yeah, real cute!" I said, not taking my eyes off the girls.
   "So Matt," she asked, "which ya like best?  Watchin' `em playin' or
whatchin' `em bein' spanked?"
   "Being spanked." I said.
   My cock twitched in her hand.
   "Mmm-hmm!" she said, rubbing a little more firmly, "An' how hard d'ya
wanna see `em spanked?"
   "'Till they're blistered." I said, my cock rock hard now.
   "Mmm-hmm!  That's how this Momma spanks!" she said, "'Till I got me some
good blisters!  Gonna need some good spankin' tools for that!"
   "Let's go in the house and see what we can find!" I said, standing up.
   My cock stuck out in front of me and bounced about as I walked back into
the house.  Sherryn walked behind me.
   "I like the look of it!" she said, pointing at my cock, "Gonna hurt the
girls real bad with that after their spankin's."
   "Where can I put it?" I asked.
   "Anywhere!" she smiled coyly, "Ya can stick it in their throats! 
They'll gag on ya, but they won't puke no more.  Analynn ain't puked in
months and Kenley can take it all, no problem!  An' I been stretching their
pussies an' butts for years."
   She looked up at me.
   "We could be such a good family for ya, Matt.  All the spankin' ya want
an' `em little kiddie butts an' pussies' an' throats for ya.  Whenever ya
want it!  Ya can spank `em or get me to do it.  I don't mind.  Ya wanna
give `em bedtime spankin's, bathtime spankin's, mornin' spankin's, spank
nights, spank days; I don't care!  Ya can do what you want with `em, or
I'll do it if ya wanna watch.  Just tell me what you want, Matt!  I'll make
it happen for ya!"
   "Does spanking them turn you on, Sherryn?" I asked.
   She smiled and pulled a pussy lip to one side.  I could see the wetness
glistening inside her.
   "That answer ya question?" she asked.
   I smiled at her.
   "What I want to see, Sherryn," I said, "is you getting off on spanking
your daughters; getting real hot as you spank their little butts.  I bet
you like making them cry and plead with you not to do it and then making
them scream till they're hoarse and their little butts are all torn up. 
Then I want you to make them hurt themselves with my cock in their tight
little holes."
   Sherryn's hand had moved to her pussy where her fingers rubbed her clit
in a firm circular motion.
   "Freakin' hell, Matt!  You just almost made me gone cum sayin' that! 
I'll spank `em lil' bitches' freakin' butts `til they freakin' blister for
ya!  An' don't ya worry `bout my pleasure; I cum plenty when I'm spankin'
`em!"
   "So, what do you want to spank them with?" I asked.
   Sherryn smiled at me.
   "Goin' to be no shortage of good things in this house." she said,
looking around.
   Sherryn lead the way searching for things to spank her daughters with.
The kitchen yielded a large wooden spoon and a heavy wooden frying spatula,
the bathroom a two-foot-long bathbrush, the study a length of thin
electrical cord from the computer and my bedroom a long thick leather belt
and hard plastic backed slipper.
   Sherryn discarded the slipper.
   "Ain't severe enough for what I got in mind!" she said smiling sweetly.
   We went back outside where the girls were still laughing and playing in
the pool, their naked little bodies popping in and out on the water. 
Sherryn carefully laid out all the spanking things on the poolside table.
Then she set up a sturdy wooden sunbed next to it and sat down on the edge
of the sunbed.
   "Analynn!  Kenley!  Git ya lil' butts here!" she shouted.
   Startled by their mother's cry the girls pulled themselves out of the
pool and ran over.  As soon as they neared they saw the things laid out on
the table and their mother sat on the sunbed with a hard no-nonsense
expression.
   Analynn began to cry immediately, dancing about in fear.
   "Boo hoo!  Momma!  No!  I don't wanna spankin'!" she whinned.
   Kenley's face showed her horror at the idea of being spanked in front of
an almost complete stranger.
   "Momma!  Please!" she begged, as tears started to travel down her face,
"Don't spank me in front of Uncle Matt!  Do it inside!  I don't want him to
see it!"
   "Momma!  Momma!  Why's his thing all big?" Analynn wailed, pointing at
my cock.
   "Shut ya mouths ya lil' bitches!" Sherryn grinned.
   The girls immediately went quiet, apart from their stifled sobs.  I
could see that this was the way Sherryn spoke to them behind closed doors.
I wondered if they'd ever heard her speak to them like that in front of
anybody else before; I doubted it.
   "Uncle Matt an' me, we just had a lil' chat.  Seems ya Uncle Matt likes
spankin' just like ya momma does.  He gone told me he wants to see how
momma puts blisters on ya butts!"
   "Whaaaaaa!  Not a blisterin'!  Not a blisterin'!" wailed Analynn, her
hands covering her butt cheeks as she jumped about.
   "Boo hoo!  I don't wan' no blisters!  I can't sit...boo hoo...in
school...boo hoo...with blisters!" wailed Kenley, her fat little bottom
wobbling like a jelly as she bounced from one foot to another, her hands
spread out behind her butt, almost as if trying to keep the spanking way.
   "An' afterwards," Sherryn continued, "we ain't gonna need Momma's
`fiddlin' stick'!  Mmm-hmm!  `Cause ya Uncle Matt's gotta real man's
`fiddlin' stick' right there!" she said, pointing at my hard cock.
   The girls wailed in disbelief as they stared at my penis, their eyes
almost coming out of their heads.  Whatever nasty painful things their
mother did to them with her `fiddlin' stick' looked like it was now going
to be my cock's job.  My cock twitched and bounced as the girls watched it.
   "Mommaaaa!" wailed Kenley, "It's real big!  Bigger than the `fiddlin'
stick'!  It's gonna hurrrt me!  I don't want it!"
   "Nu-hu, Kenley!" said Sherryn, shaking her head, "Ya'll both gonna take
Uncle Matt's cocky in ya!  Momma's gonna make sure ya take it all! 
Mmm-hmm!"
   Sherryn reached over to the table and picked up the big wooden spoon.
   "Analynn first!" she said, pointing at the lap.
   The terrified little girl jumped up and down holding onto her bottom
with both hands.
   "Whaaaaaa!  No Momma, no!  Not the spoon!" she begged.
   Sherryn reached out and dragged her naked daughter over her lap, pinning
her hands behind her back with her left hand.  As her daughter squealed and
kicked over her lap, she smiled up at me.
   "So cute!" she said.
   I nodded appreciatively and stroked my cock.
   Sherryn set about Analynn's tiny bottom like a woman possessed.  Whether
she always spanked like that or was just doing it for my benefit, I
couldn't tell.  But it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen; a large naked
woman busting the ass of her screaming little daughter.  The spoon whacked
into Analynn's small tight bottom as hard as Sherryn could manage; lots of
spanks in quick succession.  Analynn's screams as she was spanked made my
balls tingle, and after only a minute or two the child's small bottom was
already showing signs of spoon shaped bruises.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOP!  DON'T BLISTER! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Analynn screamed.
   I cast my eyes over to Kenley.  She was weeping with her fist stuck in
her mouth, snot pouring out of her nose as she saw how hard her mom was
using the spoon.  I reached out to her and put my hand on her butt.  She
looked at me and then down at my penis with big scared eyes.
   "Sniff!  Please!" she begged, "Don't let her!"
   I slipped my finger between her butt cheeks and played with her anus. 
She shuddered, but didn't attempt to stop me.
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Uncle!  Please!  I'll be good for your cocky!" she
snivelled.
   "Not this time, Kenley!" I said, "But maybe next time you and I can have
an `agreement' between us."
   Kenley nodded, seemingly understanding my meaning and let me carry on
playing with her anus as her sister's bottom was spanked purple with the
spoon.
   When Sherryn was satisfied that Analynn's butt was good and bruised she
let the screaming little girl get off her lap.  We both watched hungrily as
the little seven-year-old put on a delicious spectacle for us as she danced
and howled and her hands pulled at her tiny cheeks spreading open her
genitals for us.
   Sharon looked at me and grinned, wriggling her ass on the sunbed.  She
turned to Kenley and beckoned.
   "Git ya butt here, Kenley!" she said.
   I watched the thin little nine-year-old with the big fleshy bottom crawl
over her mom's lap, her large quivering butt cheeks moving and flexing as
she crawled.
   "Boo hoo!  Please Momma!" she whinned, "Don't spank me like Analynn! 
Pleeeeeeeeeease!"
   As Kenley obediently positioned herself with her butt sticking up over
her mom's lap, Sherryn grabbed her daughter's buttocks with both hands and
squeezed the big fleshy mounds.
   "Hey, Matt!  Just look at this butt!" she said, squeezing and mauling
the cheeks, "Just can't get enough spankin'!  Ya can spank this butt all
day long!"
   She pulled the cheeks wide apart and Kenley's little anus was revealed
in all its glory.  Just like her butt, it seemed surprisingly large for a
girl her age; a beautiful tiny starfish surrounded by delicate pink skin.
The edges of the hole itself were red, fleshy and inflamed; it looked very
sore.
   Sherryn grinned up at me, pointing at Kenley's sore little hole.
   "Gave her a real good workout with the `fiddlin' stick' this morning! 
Sorted her out good!  I'll whup her lil' butt hole later.  Then ya'll hear
her really scream!"
   "Noooooooo!  Momma!  Nooooooooo!" wailed Kenley, "Not a butt hole
whippin'!  Anything!  I'll do anything!  Not that!  Please!"
   Sherryn let go of her daughter's bottom cheeks and pinned the weeping
girl's hands behind her back like she'd done with Analynn.  Then she went
to work with the spoon.
   I could immediately see that Sherryn's spanking style with Kenley was
totally different to that with Analynn.  With her younger daughter, the
spanks had been rapid and constant, but with Kenley she gave a volley of
five to ten supremely hard spanks and then stopped, admiring the child's
bottom as it bucked and wobbled over her lap.  It was clear that Sherryn
much prefered spanking her elder daughter's larger bottom.  I could see
that as the girls got older and their bottoms became bigger and fleshier,
Sherryn would become even more fanatical about spanking them, most likely
devising ever more severe punishments.  I would be having fun watching
their developing bottoms getting thrashed for years to come.
   Each time a volley of spanks finished, Sherryn entertained me by having
a delightful little `chat' with her howling daughter.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMA!  NOOOOOOOOOO!"
   "Ya lil' bitch, Kenley!  Gonna be Uncle Matt's bitch now!  Do as he
says, when he says!"
   "YEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YES MOMMA!  I'LL DO AS HE SAYS!  YAAAAAAAH!"
   "Gonna take it up the butt from him!  Eat his freakin' ass out!"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  WAAAAAAAAH!  I'LL TAKE IT IN MY BUTT!  I'LL EAT HIS
ASS! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP MOMMA!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  STOP!"
   "I ain't stoppin' missy!  Nu-uh!  This lil' butt needs spankin' good! 
Gonna get naked for ya Uncle Matt, ain't ya?  Gonna get on ya hands and
knees and show him your butt, just like a lil' bitch, ain't ya?"
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MOMMAAAAAA!  I'LL BE HIS BITCH!
SHOW HIM MY BUTT!  ANYTHIN'!  JUST STOP SPANKIN'!  IT HURRRRRRTS!"
   Sherryn licked her lips, tightened her grip on Kenley's hands and
started spanking fast with the spoon.  Kenley shrieked and kicked as her
large bottom was spanked until the two big globes were as swollen and
purple as her sister's.
   Sherryn let Kenley up and we watched her jump about howling, her hands
glued to her bottom.  She was delightfully vocal in her post spanked
frenzy.
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUTT!" she howled as she pulled at the welted flesh,
"IT HURRRRRTS!  MAKE IT STOP!  IT HURTS SO MUCH!  OWWWWWWWWIE!  IT'S
BURNIN'!  MOMMA!  I'LL BE GOOD!  MAKE THE HURT STOP!  BWAAAAAAAAAA!"
   My cock twitched and a glob of pre-cum dribbled from the end.  Sherryn
stood up.  There was a dark wet patch on the wood under where she'd been
sitting; her pussy must have been leaking badly.  She crossed over to me
and knelt in front of my cock.  She took it in her hand and carefully,
delicately, licked the pre-cum off the end with her tongue.  She made a
show of swallowing it as she looked up at me.
   "I'll takes such good care of ya, Matt!" she promised, and I didn't
doubt it.
   She got up off her knees and went back to the table with the implements
on.  She swapped the spoon for one of my belts, a thick tan coloured one
with a heavy buckle.  She took the buckle in her hand and wrapped the belt
around her hand a couple of times until there was about two feet left.  She
turned and looked back at her daughters.  Analynn was standing weeping and
rubbing at her sore bottom.  Kenley was still howling loudly and prancing
about, her hands working on her cheeks, oblivious to the excited adults
watching her.
   "Analynn, git over here an' kneel for the belt!" Sherryn ordered.
   Analynn started to tremble with fright at the idea of a belting on top
of her already bruised spoon-welted bottom.  But the idea of disobeying her
mother mid-spanking was clearly something she had learnt could only lead to
even more severe consequences and haltingly the frightened crying girl
approached her mother.
   "Kneel there!" Sherryn said, pointing at the recently vacated sunbed.
   Analynn climbed up on the sunbed on her hands and knees.  She went down
onto her elbows and put her head on the sunbed, arched her back and stuck
her bum up.  Sherryn looked at me proudly.
   "See how good a spankin' makes `em!" she glowed, "Don't put `em hands in
the way, Analynn!  I'll whup ya kitty if ya do!"
   "Boo hoo!  No Momma!  I won't!" her little daughter promised.
   Sherryn stood back with the strap dangling from her hand.  She carefully
measured the distance and adjusted her position so the strap could be
delivered using the full length of her arm.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   The belt noisily smacked into Analynn's bottom and thighs.  The little
girl screamed energetically for us as her bottom bobbed and wriggled,
nicely displaying her little pussy and anus.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MOMMAAAAAAAAA!" she shrieked.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
   I could see that Sherryn was concentrating on Analynn's lower bottom
cheeks and upper thighs, and time and again the belt whacked into the
crease where Analynn's bottom joined her thighs.  The girl was squealing
and the sunbed shook as she held onto it so tightly her hands turned white.
Clearly the threat of a pussy strapping was not an idle one; I wondered how
many times before stray hands had cost little Analynn a painful spanking
between her legs with the strap.  The backs of Analynn's thighs had become
dark red and welted and her already purple bottom was now heavily ridged
with strap marks.
   Sherryn bodily picked Analynn up off the sunbed and the girl's hands
flew to her bottom and thighs, squeezing them in big handfuls as she
shrieked.  Sherryn put her down on her feet and she ran about rubbing and
howling.
   Kenley was weeping mournfully having seen what lay in store for her
next. Sherryn didn't say anything; she just looked at Kenley and pointed at
the sunbed.
   Kenley climbed up on the sunbed on her knees, went down onto her elbows,
arched her back and presented her worn-out bottom to us; spanked to a red
and purple splodge by the wooden spoon it looked like two soft ripening
aubergines.  She held on tightly to the sunbed.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!  Mommaaaaaaaaa!  I'm a-ready for my spankin' now!" she
wailed, her bottom wriggling uncontrollably in fear.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Kenley's strapping was slower and harder than Analynn's, with Sherryn
deliberately aiming the end of the strap to land painfully on Kenley's
exposed pussy and in her butt crack.  Kenley screamed as she was being
intimately spanked.  The sunbed jumped and moved across the floor as the
girl shook it with her all her might, desperate not to let go.  Sherryn
angled the belt so the tip of it landed with full force on Kenley's little
pussy and her daughter screamed and grabbed her wounded private part
rolling about on the sunbed.
   Sherryn smiled at me as she scolded her daughter.
   "Ya'll stupid Kenley?  I'd just `bout gone done spankin' ya!  Now I'm
gonna have to give you somethin' special before ya'll finished!"
   Sherryn grinned at me.
   "Somethin' real special!" she said, pointing at the length of electrical
cord on the table and then moving her pointing finger so it was only inches
from Kenley's bottom crack.
   Sherryn went to the table and changed the belt for a bathbrush, holding
the long two-foot handle at the very end.
   "Well Missy!" she said, addressing her howling daughter, "Seein' as
ya'll is on there anyway, I think I'll just blister ya first!"
   "MOMMAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOO!" howled Kenley, but her mother was already
sitting back down on the sunbed and hauling her daughter over her lap.
   Sherryn pulled Kenley right over her lap so her daughter's upper body
wasn't supported and Kenley's hands rested on the ground.  Then Sherryn put
her right leg over both Kenley's legs so the girl couldn't kick out or
twist her body.  She took Kenley's wrists in the palm of her of her left
hand and held them tightly, then laid the back of the bathbrush against
Kenley's wobbly bottom.
   "Mmm-hmm!  Ya gone earned this blisterin', Missy!  Gonna make that butt
so ya can't sit down!  Mmm-hmm!  Momma gonna spank now!"
   It only took a few minutes of Sherryn strictly applying the bathbrush
repeatedly to her daughter's sit-spots for the blisters to start forming.
The child screamed as her mother administered a hard spanking.  I held onto
the arms of the chair I was sitting in, willing myself not to touch my cock
that was jerking involuntarily and leaking pre-cum whilst I watched Sherryn
demonstrating how severe she was with her children.
   Kenley was let up screaming her head off.  I thought of how shy and
reticent she'd been to show me her body just an hour before.  Now she stood
right in front of me, shrieking and dancing round in circles showing off
her pussy and anus in obscene detail.  She pawed at the blisters on her
bottom trying to do anything to make them hurt less.  Her futile efforts
splayed her buttocks wide apart opening herself up for me to enjoy the
view.
   Sherryn fixed her eyes on Analynn.
   "Git here, Analynn!" she barked.
   Her youngest daughter stayed still, frozen with fear after watching her
mom blister her elder sister with the big heavy bathbrush.
   "Don't make me come git ya!" Sherryn warned and started to advance on
Analynn.
   Analynn wailed and started to run away.  Sherryn was much larger and
quicker than her daughter and in a couple of seconds she had a tight hold
on Analynn's arm and was dragging the child back to the sunbed.
   "Ya lil' bitch, Analynn!" Sherryn spat, "Ya gone made Momma run for ya!
Ya ain't gonna sit right for a month!"
   "Momma!  Momma!  Mommaaaaaaaa!" wailed Analynn as she was taken over her
mother's lap and her bottom was presented for its spanking.  Sherryn got
the bathbrush and began to rub the back of it over Analynn's bottom.
   "Gonna spank real hard, child!  Gonna put some blisters on ya! 
Mmm-hmm!" Sherryn taunted as Analynn wailed in fright.
   The big bathbrush crashed down on Analynn's bottom and the little girl
went crazy, twisting and bucking, trying desperately to get anyway from the
punishing brush.  But with the position her mother was holding her in, she
wasn't going anywhere.  Her howls and scream-choked sobs cut through the
air as her mother spanked her little butt with the bathbrush.
   Whether Analynn's small tight bottom was tougher than Kenley's, I didn't
know, but it took Sherryn almost twice as long to raise blisters on Analynn
than it had with Kenley.  All the time she was being spanked, Analynn
shrieked and begged her mother to stop.  Sherryn's glassy-eyed look and
determined spanking told me she wasn't far off cuming and she wasn't going
to be stopping spanking any time soon.  I watched Sherryn begin to tense
and shudder as she orgasmed, her mouth slack open as Analynn howled over
her lap.
   As her orgasm passed, Sherryn stopped spanking and looked up at me.
   "Nice!" she mouthed.
   Analynn was let up, her bottom was two big blisters and she raced around
the lawn screaming and pulling and her cheeks.
   I relaxed back in seat; my balls were full and my cock twitched up and
down.  Sherryn grabbed her daughters and dragged them over to me.
   "Lubed' `em both; front an' back!" Sherryn grinned, "Take ya pick!  Say,
why don't ya stick that there big thing of ya's down their throats!  Bet
that'll feel real good!"
   I nodded my agreement.
   Analynn and Kenley were put on their knees in front of me.  Sherryn took
hold of my cock and held it towards Kenley's mouth.
   "Open wide!" Sherryn instructed her daughter.
   Kenley did as she was told and her mother fed my cock into her
nine-year-old daughter's throat.  Sherryn's hand had Kenely's hair in a
firm grip so the child couldn't back away as my cock was fed further down
her throat.  I watched Kenley's panicked eyes bulging as her force feeding
continued.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRK!  CURRRRRRRRPH!  GURRRRRRRRRRRK!" the sounds erupted from
Kenley's throat as my cock was pushed deeper.
   Pulling Kenley by the hair her mother forced the last few inches of my
cock down her throat.  The feeling was amazing as the tight soft fleshy
sheath convulsed around me as the young girl's throat fought to expel me.
   Sherryn pulled Kenley off me so the girl could breath.
   "CURRRPH!  CURRRPH!  URRRPH!  NO MORE MOMMA!" she begged.
   "Open up!" Sherryn demanded and my cock was fed back down again.
   Sherryn grasped Kenley's hair and shook her daughter's head back and
forth on my cock.
   "GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!" Kenley's throat went as it wanked my
cock off.
   Sherryn pulled Kenley off me and looked over at Analynn.
   "Open wide, Missy!  Now don't go pukein'!"
   The frightened child opened her mouth and her mom pushed her head
towards my cock.  Analynn started gagging as soon as my cock began to go
down her throat.
   Poor Analynn soon spoilt her perfect record of the last few months as my
cock slipped up and down her oesophagus.  Neither me nor her mother saw
that as any reason to stop and her tight rubbing throat was repeatedly
pushed up and down my cock just as her sister's had been.  The extra
tightness of her throat soon at my balls tingling as my heart beat faster
and my prostate started to throb.  I start to gasp and writhe in my seat as
the pleasure became unbearable.  Sherryn continued to vigorously use her
daughter's throat to give my cock the feeling she knew it needed.  Sherryn
didn't care that I deliberately held back to enjoy myself even more in her
daughter's throat; she happily jerked Analynn's head back and forth until,
finally, my cock went rock hard and began to pump jet after jet of slick
sticky cum into Analynn's stomach.  Sherryn continued moving the child's
head and throat on me and only when I had truly finished and collapsed back
in my chair was her red-faced struggling daughter allowed off me to
breathe. We watched as Analynn retched horribly in between dragging deep
choking breaths.
   "Momma said no pukin'!" Sherryn remarked coldly, "Gonna train ya every
night!  Gonna give Uncle Matt a good time!"
   Sherryn went to the table and picked up the electrical cord.  She
beckoned to Kenley.
   "Git over here, Kenley!  Momma wants to talk to ya `bout puttin' ya
hands in the way!"
   Kenley was still kneeling between my legs, shaking with fear.
   "Eeeeeeeee!  A-hurrrrr!  Eeeeeeeee!  Not the cord, Momma!  Not on my
butt hole!  Pleeeeeeease!  I'll do anythin'!  Anythin'!  Anythin' Uncle
Matt wants!  Just tell me!"
   "Nu-uh, Kenley!  Ya gotta take your spankin'!  Now come here, child!"
Sherryn demanded.
   As I watched Kenley wailing with fear taking slow small reluctant steps
towards her mother, my cock started to swell again.
   Sherryn turned to me, smiled and nodded at Analynn.
   "Ya can use that one any way ya like!  Stick it up her butt!  She hates
that!  I'm gonna whup this one good!"
   I pulled Analynn up so she was sitting in my lap.  The agonizing
blisters on her bottom made her squirm miserably.  Her hot wriggling bottom
on my cock made it finish getting hard again.
   Sherryn pushed Kenley down onto the sunbed on her back, knelt next to
her, pulled up her legs to her chest and held them there firmly with the
left arm.  She opened her left hand wide.  Without being told, Kenley put
wrists into her mother's hand.  The hand closed tightly around the wrists
making sure that there would be no interference whilst the wicked
electrical cord whipped her sensitive little anus.
   Kenley was now in the classic diaper spanking position, the least
favourite of every little boy and girl.  Her legs were spread wide and her
pussy and butt cheeks were parted in the most delightfully revealing way.
Sherryn had the electrical cord held in a loop about a foot long, ready to
spank.  The full exposure of Kenley's genitals had made my cock throb.  It
was squashed down the length of Analynn's wriggling bottom crack and I
grabbed it, positioned the tip against her anus.  Analynn wailed in fear.
   "Boo hoo!  Uncle Matt!  It's gonna hurt!  Please don't!" she wept.
   "Do you want to swap with your sister?" I asked, indicating her
frantically begging sibling who was about to have her anus whipped with an
electrical cord.
   Analynn shook her pretty little head hard.  I held her tightly around
the waist and pushed my cock up into her bottom.  Her squeals as my cock
entered her tight little hole were drowned out by her big sister's
screaming as the biting cord found her soft anus.
   As Sherryn whipped her eldest daughter's anus with the cord, I forced
the whole length of my cock into her youngest daughter's bottom hole. 
Analynn squealed and writhed in my lap as I watched her big sister
screaming herself hoarse as the cord did its work between her bottom
cheeks.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Kenley's hoarse squeals and ragged intakes of breath sounded.
   Squish!-Squish!-Squish!-Squish!-Squish!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY BUTT!  STOOOOOOOP!  IT'S TOO BIG!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!"
howled Analynn, as I bounced her up and down, driving my cock in and out of
her tight butt hole.
   WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!  WHUP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
   Squish!-Squish!-Squish!-Squish!-Squish!
   "EEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEE!  MY BUTT!  UNCLE MATT!  PLEEEEEEASE!"
   As I watched Kenley's bright-red soaked face spraying tears and snot as
she flung her head about whilst her little anus was whipped to a welted
mess, the pressure of her little sister's anus bouncing up and down on my
cock became too much and I moaned deliriously as a second, almost painful,
orgasm was wrung from my balls.
   Sherryn discreetly stopped thrashing Kenley when she saw that I had cum
and left the girl screeching hoarsely, her fists stuck between her butt
cheeks on her anus.  Sherryn crossed over to me as I sat, my cock still
embedded in the anus of her youngest daughter.
   "Gee, Matt!  I hope ya real enjoyed yaself there!  Ya'll think I did a
good job?"
   "Brilliant, Sherryn!  Just brilliant!" I replied.
   "Soooo, what ya think `bout us getting' together?" she asked coyly.
   I waved towards the house.
   "Move right in!"
   She looked flushed and excited.
   "Oh Matt!  I'll do anythin' ya want with the lil' bitches!  I'm gonna
take `em inside now.  Ya'll come upstairs when ya ready!  I'm gonna have
`em in the bathroom.  I'm gonna show ya how I really punishes `em!"
   Sherryn dragged her howling naked daughters towards the house.  I looked
down at my drooping drained cock and wondered if it was up for a third
round.  Somewhere in the house I heard Analynn start screaming
uncontrollably.  My cock painfully, slowly, started to harden; it looked
like the answer was `yes'!  I lay back in the chair; I looked like I might
be staying in this town longer than I had thought!
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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