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Fifth

By: arbenitre



They hadn't been talking for very long before she agreed to meet. She usually took a long time with these ads. Most often the guy quit trying before the meeting time came. Something about the way he wrote to her and took possession of her senses, though, made her meet him soon. She just wanted to see, to know, to feel. Wasn't that really the point, after all? He took her, that first time. Licked her sopping pussy for what felt like hours, sucking at her clit until she came. Actually relaxed and came! There was that point where she knew it would happen and he took that moment to tell her what he would do to her and how she would cum and she did. After that, the first ram and shove of his rock hard cock took her breath and her mind. She could still feel him if she wanted to just close her eyes and picture him fucking her, absolutely pounding her like he did that day.

Today was their fifth meeting and he told her he had something just for her. She had dressed as he had told her, except that she hadn't been quite brave enough to wear the underthings. She carried them, instead in her purse to put on in a bathroom on the way out. 

She could feel herself wet and getting wetter as she made her way into the hotel, per instructions. He had placed the key into her vehicle as he had told her he would. Despite all her talk, she still had trepidations. Yet, each time with him had been that much better and had taken her that much further away from the person she had been. She longed for that next touch from him, not knowing where it might come from or where on her it might land. Would it be a caress or a smack? A fingertip or a palm? A smoothing of her cheek or a tap on her ass? She just wanted the next one was all she knew anymore.

He had told her about his couple and when she stepped into the room, there they were. The man was sitting in the shadows, in the closet, the door mostly closed. The woman was lying on the bed, tied in a kind of restraint she had never seen before. Then there was him. Her delight. Sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding pieces of fruit to the woman as she squirmed slightly, having to reach out with her neck and tongue to reach each piece as he held it just at the end of her reach. 

She wasn't sure if the wetness of anticipation was there or not, she had gone almost numb with the sight before her. It was like being invited to a party and being late and the only one not in costume. He motioned to her to come and sit next to the bed, in the chair at the edge and held another piece of fruit out to the woman strapped and wriggling now to see more of the newcomer. She saw the woman's eyes widen and deepen in surprise and lust. That brought a small wave of wet and warmth. 

She sat. The woman squirmed a little more as the chair was just at the edge of her vision. The woman was thin, athletic in appearance, with creamy skin and the hint of largeness to her breasts though she was face down. As she appraised this woman, he reached over and slapped the woman's ass with a smart sound that made both women gasp. 

The woman on the bed moaned. He turned to her, now, the newbie, and kissed her deep and hard, thrusting his tongue in her and reminding her of other, more forceful penetrations. His hands roamed over her head, pulling her hair and forcing her closer, down her shoulders, His fingers pinched her nipples and she stole a glance toward the closet as his hands wandered down to her thighs and pressed them apart. She saw nothing but shadows, however, and soon lost herself to the feeling of his hands pushing her thighs out and his mouth clamping around her nipples – one after the other. 

The woman on the bed rustled and stirred, trying to watch. She sighed and leaned back as the familiar feel of his tongue sliding into her overtook her. It slipped up and around her clit and pulsed inside her and out. She could feel her pussy lips spread wide and swollen, being suckled one after the other. Slipping into and out of his mouth while his tongue forced its way in and back out of her. Just as she felt the building feeling that came before her storms, he pulled away and led her to the bed. 

It was her turn now in the restraints. No, there were two sets. He clamped one around her wrists and held them there, strapped together. He untied the womans hands from the bed and brought them together in front of her. Then tied the latest slut onto the bed to writhe there, testing the manacles. As he strapped her legs, he told her she would not be able to release herself and would need to convince one of us that she needed released. He set the other woman free from the bed, maintaining a hold on the hands and brought the woman to kneel before him where the woman greedily tried to suck at his cock as he held it just out of reach to all but her tongue.

He stopped the woman, then, and with a tug they came to the bed where he pressed the woman onto her back and positioned the woman up between the new one's legs. He lay pressed against the woman, with lips now seeking out the clit in front and he spread her ass and shoved his tongue inside her sopping wet pussy. The two of them kept at her, one licking her clit and the other lapping at her lips and juices and forcing his tongue inside her until she could stand no more, but before she could cum, they both stopped. The woman began kissing her thighs and he, oh he moved his way to her mouth and kissed her with her juices all over his lips. Again and again they did this to her, always stopping before she came, always taking an eternity to start again, fingering and kissing her thighs and ass and neck and shoulders. They switched, he taking her clit and the woman her pussy, first driving down on the cock she wanted! Sitting, slowly, then impaling on it, making a show of it, groaning and moaning and, yes, cumming. 

This time he let her cum, she was shaking so much in complete body shakes. She came screaming and bucking against her ties, the woman's tongue buried deep within her and the nibbling at her pussy lips driving her away from all cognitive reality. The woman untied her and stroked her tits as he pounded her from behind with that incredible cock. The woman then slid down onto her clit and mouthed it deliciously as he fucked her harder and deeper and more insistently until wave after wave washed her away and through. He turned her over and told her how he found her so wonderfully delightful. Each word, each sentence punctuated with a thrust and delving until he burst through her. All the time, the woman's hands moving across her lips, forcing themselves in her mouth, pinching her nipples. She came one last incredible time and even lost consciousness. She barely woke enough to feel him snuggle in among her breasts and she grabbed him and held on tight as she could. He was the best snuggler she'd ever been with and it always came with the best sex she'd ever dreamed of. And she did dream!

Fifth Adventure With My Daughter



I feel that, as the next adventure would be a natural and realistic end to the series, there are 2 people I would like to express my thanks to for making the series fun to write.

Firstly to my wife, who has helped in typing also giving her views from the female side and stopping me from making some of the scenarios unbelievable.

Lastly to a very sexy young lady who has given some good ideas on characters and story lines. Lisa J (you know who you are) I owe you one. Love from D.

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The next few days I was in a dreamlike world not knowing if Susan had found out about what really happened that night. But then as a couple of weeks went by without anything being said I figured that I was safe and had got away with the most riskiest action of this whole affair, if not of my whole married life.

As it was getting close to Karen's birthday, Susan and I had different ideas about what to get her so we decided to ask Karen one evening if there was anything she would like. So the following Sunday evening while we were all together I explained to Karen that neither her mum nor I could agree on what to get for her birthday and we were keen to know if there was anything special she would like.

Karen told us that instead of us buying her some clothes or jewellery she would be happy if we could pay for some more driving lessons as she was confident of passing her test soon but needed some extra lessons to give her experience of driving at different times of the day.

I told Karen that paying for some more lessons would have been my idea but her mum had an idea about us all going on a skiing holiday after Christmas and we wanted to know which one she would prefer. She told is that she would love to go skiing again as its been such a long time since she went with the school but she was not sure if she could get the time off though she would ask on her next shift.

I still wanted to do something to make her day seem special so I said to Karen "if you are happy for us to do it, mum and I will pay for some food and drink so you could have a small party with a few of your friends."

Karen said "wow thanks dad and you mum, you are both very special, I'm so lucky to have you both. Just one thing though, you are not going to be here are you?"

I said to Karen "don't worry, I have already thought about that and your mother and I have somewhere to go, so you can party without us oldies. But I don't want to come back home and find this place looking like a tip."

After hearing this Karen came over and gave both her mum and I a big hug and kiss saying "thanks both of you that is really good. I love you both."

I have to admit it took all my willpower not to grope her as Karen hugged me but we did manage to touch tongues for a few seconds when we kissed.

The evening of Karen's birthday arrived, and as Lisa and a couple more of Karen's friends were arriving, Susan and I left for what I hoped would be a nice romantic meal with some wine at a new restaurant that had been recommended to me by one of my work colleagues. Susan looked so sexy in the short, silk, clingy dress that she had chosen to wear, and I felt so proud when a couple of Karen's friends whistled and called out to us as we were leaving "Wow! Karen never told us what a sexy mum she has." 

The restaurant and the meal lived up to the recommendation and as neither of us felt like going home yet I drove to a nice secluded picnic area so we could enjoy each others company further. When we arrived at the picnic spot I noticed that there was another car there but it appeared to be empty, on seeing the car Susan said "ooohhh I wonder where they are?"

I replied teasingly "do you think we should go and look for them, just to check everything is alright?"

Susan said "yes we should, it's best to make sure everything is safe." So we left the car and walked through the trees to where the picnic tables were.

As we approached the picnic tables Susan stopped dead and gasped at the sight in front of us.

We could see the shapes of two people, one was sat on the picnic table with the other knelt down in front facing them, but from where we stood it was difficult to see who they were. Susan whispered "do you think we should leave or take a closer look?"

I replied "come on lets get a bit closer."

We carefully edged closer until we could clearly see that it was a female sat on the table with a male knelt down between her legs. When we realised what they were doing Susan let out a gasp of surprise, this must have alerted the couple to our presence as the male turned to look in our direction and he must have seen us as he then motioned us to move closer. When we got to a few yards from them he then asked us if we would like to join them.

I asked Susan "what would you like to do?"

She replied "lets join them, it looks like fun."

So Susan sat on the picnic table next to the woman, who looked a couple of years younger than Susan, and she pulled off her blue lacy thong then opened her legs.

I then got on my knees in front of Susan and began licking her freshly shaven pussy. On seeing us settling in the guy, who was about my age, then resumed licking his partner's pussy.

I had only been licking Susan for a few minutes when I noticed that the guy had moved one of his hands and was stroking Susan's leg, I glanced up and saw that Susan and the other woman had started kissing and they were caressing each others breasts.

I looked across at the guy and he said "would you like to swap places? We don't fuck other people but she will suck you if you want. She will let you cum in her mouth but only if you warn her first."

I looked up at Susan and saw that she was smiling so I turned to the guy and said "I would love to swap places with you and I'm sure that Susan will do everything that your lady does."

So we swapped over and I started licking and fingering the woman's pussy. She had a nice neat landing strip of brown hair and as I burrowed my tongue deep into her she started getting very wet and extremely vocal.

I started rubbing her clit with my finger while running my tongue around her sexy looking asshole, I was rewarded with a long gasp and her voice urging me "don't stop... I love my ass being rimmed."

I could hear Susan's voice telling the guy "oh god... that's it... just there; oh that is so good" so I knew she was getting well pleasured.

After about five minutes of me assaulting the woman's pussy with my fingers and tongue I was rewarded with "oh that's it... don't stop... don't stop...I'm Cumming" and my mouth was covered with her wetness.

As she recovered I could hear Susan starting what sounded like an explosive orgasm, as her voice rose while she said "oh yes... oh yes... god that's it... push your fingers in me... yes... yes... Cumming."

When Susan had recovered the woman turned to her and asked "shall we return the pleasure we have just had?"

Susan replied "yes, I can't wait to have your guy's cock in my mouth." 

So as myself and the other guy stood up, the women then moved down from the table to sit on the bench in front of us.

As they undone our trousers and got our cock's out I heard Susan gasp, I looked over and saw that the guy's cock looked longer and thicker than mine.

The woman must have sensed something as she looked up at me and said "I think you are about the same size. I am going to love having you in my mouth."

Then she bent forward, covered my cock with her mouth and started giving me a very good blow job.

She constantly bobbed her head up and down while at the same time running her tongue all over my cock. This was total heaven to me. I glanced over and saw that Susan had got almost the whole length of the guy's cock into her mouth and she had managed to get one of her hands between his legs.

I heard him groan with pleasure and say "that is so good... ohhh don't stop... don't stop ... god that is good."

All too soon I got the "I am close to Cumming" feelings, so remembering to warn her I quietly said "I am very close to Cumming."

When she then took my cock out of her mouth, tipped her head back and said "I want you to cum on my face."

She then started wanking me very fast saying "shoot your cum on me, cover my face."

It took literally a couple of minutes of her fast wanking me before I groaned and said to her "here it is...I'm Cumming" and about 4 or 5 jets of cum spurted out onto the woman's face, hitting her nose, lips and cheeks. She then took my softening cock into her mouth and licked it clean.

While she was doing this I glanced over to see how Susan was going on just in time to see the guy thrust forward and then start to jerk as he began Cumming into Susan's mouth. I watched as Susan tried to swallow everything but some of the guys cum leaked out from her lips and dribbled down her chin.

When we had all began to recover and I bent down to pull my trousers back up I was aware of a clapping noise, when I turned around I was able to make out about 4 or 5 people that were stood watching.

The other guy quickly said "it is o.k. they are harmless. They will not approach unless invited... we come here as often as we can and meet other couples to have fun with. They like to watch the couples play and will join in if asked."

I asked the guy "how long have you been coming here?"

He answered "about a year now. This place can get quite busy with several couples all looking to have fun."

I said to him "well we certainly had fun. Thank you to you and your lovely partner. Susan and I will have to do this again."

The woman said "we try and get up here most weekends and usually there are a few more couples here. To introduce ourselves properly I am Julie and this is my husband Trevor."

I responded "well it's nice to meet you both. This is my wife Susan and I am Geoff. It has been great fun but we now need to check that our home is still in one piece after our daughter's birthday party. Hope to meet you both again sometime."

Then we all shared a parting kiss, and then Susan and I walked back to our car. 

On the drive back home Susan asked teasingly "did you know what went on up there before tonight?"

I replied "no, I had heard about this going on but did not know it happened up there."

As we arrived home Karen was on the doorstep seeing off a couple of her friends, and as they walked past us they said "goodnight and thanks for letting Karen have the party, we have all had great fun."

We walked inside to find the usual after party mess, but thankfully nothing seemed to be broken.

Karen asked if we had enjoyed our evening, Susan told her that it had been great and the evening had an unexpected but enjoyable end, but now she was feeling tired and the cleaning up could wait till tomorrow.

I said to Karen and Susan that I was making a hot chocolate drink and did they want one.

Karen said she would love one, but Susan said "no thanks I just want to get some sleep I don't think I would stay awake long enough to drink it."

With that she kissed Karen and myself goodnight and went upstairs.

While waiting for the kettle to boil Karen and I started to clear up the mess in the living room as we both felt it would be a nice surprise for mum.

Karen started taking glasses to the dish washer while I straightened the furniture. As I carried some dirty cups into the kitchen, I caught site of Karen bent over loading the dish washer. Her short dress had ridden up and I could clearly see her red thong. I quietly put the cups down, walked up behind her and began to softly stroke her ass.

Karen half turned and said "dad, no we can't, mum might hear and come down."

I replied "if I know your mum she will be fast asleep by now, but I will just go and check what she is doing."

I went upstairs and poked my head into our bedroom, seeing Susan lead in bed I softly called to her, and getting no response I guessed that she was indeed fast asleep. I went into my study, unlocked the desk drawer and got out my special present for Karen.

When I got back downstairs Karen had made the chocolate and was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

I sat down beside her and said "don't worry, mum is fast asleep, here is a small gift to show how special you are to me." 

When Karen opened her gift and saw the pair of gold droplet earrings, which had her birthstone in them, she reached over and kissed me full on the mouth and I felt her tongue caress my lips as she waited for me to respond. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue dart in and start to caress mine.

As we cuddled I moved one hand onto her thigh and started to stroke her, moving my hand upwards and inwards getting ever closer to her panties. When my fingers finally touched her panties I was surprise to find that they were quite wet.

I broke the kiss and whispered softly "mmmmm you are very aroused let's spread out on the carpet and get comfortable." 

So we moved onto the carpet and Karen led out while I ran my hands up her legs to her panties, and as I pulled them off I could see just how aroused Karen was. After removing her panties I gently opened her legs then positioned myself between them and started to lick her shaven wet pussy. 

I licked Karen with long slow strokes, each starting at the bottom of her pussy and not stopping until I reached her clit, which I flicked a few times. After doing this for a few minutes I then started to burrow my tongue deep into her pussy on every upward lick. This caused Karen to softly moan with pleasure and say "dad that is so good... please don't stop... make me cum dad."

On hearing this I speeded up licking her pussy and also began to probe her with my middle finger.

It was not long after I started to finger Karen that she said "oohh dad... yes... yes... don't stop... don't stop... I'mmm Cumming," and for the second time that night my mouth was covered with female cum, though Karen's was the best and tasted so much sweeter.

After she had recovered from her orgasm, Karen said "dad that was so good, now come here and fuck me."

So I knelt up, undid my trousers and slid them and my boxers down to my knees. I moved up between Karen's legs and rubbed my hard cock all around her pussy, smearing her wetness all over the head.

Karen moaned and said "please don't tease dad, just fuck me." With that I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed in fast. She let out a gasp of surprise and then a soft but sharp squeal as my full length penetrated her in one fast thrust and the head nudged her cervix.

I settled into a steady rhythm of pulling nearly all the way out, and then thrusting my full length into her. Every time I thrusted in, Karen let out a soft moan of pleasure and it felt so good to be fucking Karen again. Her warm, wet pussy walls gripping my cock every time I pushed into her and the way her pussy lips clung to my cockhead when I pulled back.

After a couple of minutes of the steady rhythm I changed the pace and speeded up fucking Karen. She must have liked what I did as she said "oh god... that's it dad... fuck me... fuck me... faster dad."

With this I started to fuck Karen harder and faster all the time making sure that I buried my full length into her every time I thrusted in. After a couple of more minutes of me fucking Karen hard I felt myself ready to cum.

I asked Karen "where do you want me to cum?"

She said "wherever you want to dad, but not in my ass."

I took this as an o.k. to cum in her pussy so I carried on fucking her hard and fast. It took about another 20 thrusts for me to feel ready to cum.

I said to Karen "I'm going to cum in your pussy... here it is... I'm Cumming" and on the next thrust in I felt myself cum. 5 to 6 jets of cum spurted out and splattered her pussy walls, my cock twitching with every jet of cum it fired.

Karen moaned again and softly said "dad that feels so good... I can feel your cock twitch in me. It tickles a bit but it's nice."

After we had recovered and tidied ourselves up I asked Karen "have you been able to find out if you can get the time off for the skiing holiday?"

She answered "yes dad they said they will let me know in a few days. But I'm unsure if I want to go as you will have mum and I will be on my own. I don't want to hang around you both all the time."

I said "o.k. I can understand that... have you spoken to Lisa about our get together?" Karen said "yes dad but she is reluctant to do it as the only 3sums she has had have all involved her boyfriend."

On hearing this, the pervert inside me had an idea so I told Karen "you get Lisa to agree to our get together and I will pay the cost of her flight and hotel room so she can come on the holiday with us and keep you company."

On hearing this Karen hugged me saying "dad you are the best... thank you."

With that she disappeared up to bed leaving me a happy man but also with the rest of the tidying up to do.

A week went by with no news from Karen, and then at the start of the next week Karen told me she could have the time off. Also Lisa had agreed to our get together so we arranged it for the next Saturday when they were both free and Susan was away visiting her parents. Karen did say that Lisa was uncomfortable with having the get together at our place so I agreed that we could go to Lisa's flat.

While eagerly waiting for Saturday to arrive, I took the opportunity during the week to book the holiday. 4 people in 2 rooms at a bed and breakfast pension, going in mid January for 1 weeks skiing to the ski resort of Kitzbuhel. I also pre-booked ski and boot hire and lift passes for Susan and myself but left it for Karen and Lisa to get theirs when we got to the resort.

The Saturday arrived and after Susan had said goodbye and left to see her parents. I went to our bedroom and changed into smart casuals. Then after checking everything was secure I left the house and walked the 10 minute journey to Lisa's flat. When I got to the flats, I pushed the buzzer next to her name and after a few moments I heard a giggly girly voice say "I'm on my way down to let you in."

A couple of minutes went by then the door opened and Lisa was stood there wearing a red towelling dressing gown.

She said "come on in then. I don't want many people seeing me like this."

I followed her up the stairs to her front door, where she then pointed me in to her living room saying "go and make yourself at home. Karen and I will join you in a few minutes." After about 5 minutes I heard Karen's voice calling "shut your eyes dad and don't open them until I say so."

What seemed like another couple of minutes had passed, then I heard Karen's voice saying "you can open your eyes now dad. Is this what you have always fantasised about?"

In front of me stood Karen and Lisa, arm in arm, looking like 2 of the sexiest schoolgirls I have ever seen.

Lisa looked so innocent in her white knee socks, navy blue pleated mini skirt, white blouse and a tie loosely hung around her neck. She was wearing black schoolgirl shoes and her long black hair had been pulled back into bunches, and she had put freckles on her face to complete the innocent look.

Karen was the slutty one, dressed in black stockings, complete with holes, grey mini skirt, white blouse, with the first 4 buttons undone showing that she was not wearing a bra. Her hair was hanging loosely around her shoulders. She was not wearing shoes but had put on some make up and a deep red lipstick which completed the slutty look. From their giggly behaviour it was clear that they had started drinking early, they offered me one which I accepted.

I sat in a chair while Lisa pressed play on her DVD and joined Karen on the sofa and we all settled down to watch scenes of young teen girls pleasuring each other. Though I admit that I did not take much notice of what was on the DVD as my eyes were firmly fixed on what was happening on the sofa. 




Fifth Date



It was our fifth date. We'd had sex on the traditional third, and the sex was traditional, too. Not that it was bad, of course. She'd made it clear that she was adventurous, demonstrating the most amazing oral skills I'd ever experienced before riding me to an amazing orgasm. On the fourth date, she'd brought out the cuffs and asked me to tie her up. I'd never done it before, but I think we both managed to have fun. On the fifth, when we got to my place, she pulled the cuffs out of her bag again, but asked to tie me up instead. 

I resisted at first, but she worked at me. She'd let me tie her up, and while I pointed out that she'd asked me to, she still told me that she should have a turn, too. And I couldn't deny that I was intrigued.

In the end, she convinced me when she straddled me while I sat on the couch and gave me a long, deep, kiss. As she did, she took my hands, slowly moving them away from her body and over my head. We ended with her holding my wrists together while she ground her crotch against mine and our tongues danced.

"Now just imagine," she whispered in my ear, still holding my wrists and pushing against me, "all the things I could do if my hands were free."

I was lying face down on the bed, my hands in lined leather cuffs attached to the headboard, my eyes covered by the blindfold ("don't worry, this will just make it more interesting," she breathed in my ear, as I attempted to protest), my mouth filled by her panties and tied into place with her hose (she didn't bother reassuring me now that protest was out of the question, just nibbled on the back of my neck), my feet tied to the footboard with something else (her belt? spare rope?). I was hers, however she wanted to use me.

For the last hour she'd been teasing me, nibbling me, touching me, leaving for minutes at a time, leaving me to wonder when, or if, she'd be back. She'd stroked me any number of times, but only enough to keep be excited. 

She'd sat on me, her naked buttocks on mine, and used a vibrator on herself, the sounds of her pleasure and the pressure on my penis keeping me excited. I can only imagine that she'd brought it in her purse; I sure as hell didn't own one. Every once in a while she'd flick the vibrator over my anus, exciting me even more. 

Later, when I'd thought she was out of the room, she surprised me by sticking a lubed finger in my asshole, and I nearly came at the pleasure it caused. I wanted to tell her that it was the first time anyone had ever done that, but I couldn't. She certainly had to figure out how happy it made me.

She removed the panties from my mouth and had me lift my head. Before I could even think to ask what she wanted, I felt her against me. Even as I started to lick, I realized that I was licking her asshole. She might have sensed my hesitation, as she pushed herself against the headboard, giving my head -- and my tongue -- no place to go but forward. She shuddered, but instead of then having me eat her out the traditional way, she stuffed the panties back in my mouth and tied them again.

Later, I felt her putting something wet on my lower back. It felt as if she was painting on me. When she was done, she blew gently on it, and it felt wonderful. She kissed me once on each buttock, hard, and then flicked her finger against the exposed underside of my scrotum. She then stepped back, and I heard the sound of a camera clicking, then she was kissing me on the cheek.

"You can come when I leave, sweetie. And I expect another date tomorrow night. And you'll wash those panties, of course." With that, she undid one of the cuffs, and was out the door immediately.

By the time I'd undone the other cuff and removed the blindfold, I'd heard her car pull away. I untied my feet, and saw the Polaroid snapshot sitting at the foot of the bed. It showed me tied down on the bed, and I could clearly make out what she'd written on me with either nailpolish or lip gloss: "Mine," in big letters, with an arrow pointing to my anus.

I was so turned on, I masturbated twice.

I couldn't wait until the sixth date.



Fifth of July Hangover



It was Independence Day when I got a phone message from my Aunt Peg. When I heard her whiny voice, I knew she wasn't wishing me a happy fourth or inviting me over for a cookout. She seemed to call only when she needed something. I wish that included something provocative, since she looked and dressed sort of like Peg Bundy, and that would have fulfilled a couple of long-standing fantasies of mine. But usually it was just some sort of household repair or baby-sitting duty. She was a single mom, and I knew what that was like. So, as much as I didn't want to, I returned the call. 

And then, next morning, sporting my fifth of July hangover, I made the two-hour trip, plumbing tools in tow. 

The plumbing problem was easy to fix, just a hairball in the bathroom drain. My aunt offered me a much needed cup of Joe, so we went back to the kitchen. I walked behind her, admiring her black stretch pants and her way-too-high-to-be-sauntering-around-the-house-in high heels. Yeah, it was a strange feeling to be lusting after one's Aunt. But I'm not even sure if we we're still related. My dad's been married four times, and I've lost track of who's who on his side of the family. I keep hoping that one day she'll invite me over and offer to clean out MY pipe. 

After some small talk, she started on about her kids. Being a 30-year-old single male, I tend to stop listening when people talk about their kids. I try not to be rude, but I don't really care how many goals Adam scored in his soccer game. I was too busy sipping my coffee and enjoying her sweater-covered assets to hear much, although my ears perked up when she brought up her oldest daughter, Leanne, who had just graduated from high school, and who'd been giving her fits, lately, even being brought home by the police. 

"Will you go next door and help me out…? I'm desperate." She finished by placing her hand on my knee, her face inches from mine, her perfume tickling my senses. 

My mind started screaming, "Desperate women do desperate things." I nodded my head and puckered my lips. Next thing I know I'm being pushed out the front door. 

"Thanks," she said, as she shut the door behind me. 

"What the fuck!" I muttered, shaking my head. I thought, "That never happens to my alter ego, Deputy Duffy." 

I stood in front of the next-door neighbor's house for several minutes. I was still trying to regain my composure. I knew the girl that lived there and my cousin are best friends, and then I remembered that I had been there once a couple of years ago, to change the locks after the lady of the house threw her husband out, but for the life of me I couldn't think of her first name. The door suddenly opened, and she waved me in. 

"Ah, hi there Mrs. Parker," I managed, with a wave, at least remembering her simple last name. 

"Come in, Steve, I've been waiting for yah," she said, with a smile. "Nice to see yah again." 

"Yeah, been a while," I said, feeling awkward as hell, as I entered her house. 

Mrs. Parker had she'd lost a few pounds since I last saw her, but, in a simple summer dress, she still looked like the proverbial housewife. She led me into the kitchen, where I saw Leanne sitting at the table. 

"Hey, Steven...,what are you doing here?" Leanne said, with a scrunched face. 

"I-I-I," I, ah, stammered. I still didn't really know that either. I just stalled while she stared at me. 

"Well, why don't we go into the living room," Mrs. Parker said, ending my desperate mumbling. 

I walked into the living room, and Mrs. Parker told me to have a seat. I settled into an old fashion wooden rocking chair, while Mrs. Parker took a seat on her couch, just off to my left. With a snap of her fingers, she had Leanne standing in front of her, her left profile toward me. Leanne was a cute brunette with "girl next door" qualities. She was dressed simply in blue jeans, a small white top (that she filled out well), and a pair of black, high-heeled boots. She had blossomed quite nicely in the couple of years since I'd seen her last. Little did I know I was about to find out just how much. 

"Now that we are in position, are you ready to begin your punishment?" Mrs. Parker asked. 

I found myself rocking steadily back and forth. I don't know if it was nerves or just the simple fact that it was a long time since I'd sat in a rocking chair, and it was kind of fun. Leanne looked down at the floor and nodded her head. 

"Ok, then, let's get started," Mrs. Parker said. She leaned back, crossed her legs, and said a simple word: "Strip." 

"What?" Leanne screeched. My rocking came to a sudden stop, as I was asking myself the same thing. 

"You have a hearing problem?" Mrs. Parker snapped. 

"You can't be serious!" 

"I am." 

"No way.... I'm 18 -- almost 19 -- I ain't no baby." 

I started rocking again, and I'm pretty sure my rocking was from nerves now. 

"You agreed to be punished by me, for your sins, while your mother punished Hillary, and already you're balking at my first command!" Mrs. Parker barked. 

"B-b-but I…ah…didn't think.... I mean, I'm a woman now." 

"I thought you knew this was going to be a bare bottom spanking. After all, your mother had no problem stripping Hillary to the skin and giving her a good one." 

"B-b-but that was dif…. Nu-uh, she would've told me.... And what about him?" Leanne (seemingly flustered) said, pointing, but never looking my way. 

"He will help me with the spanking, 'cause I have bad wrists…arthritis." 

"He's going to spank me?" Leanne squealed. 

My rocking stopped. I, too, waited for the answer. 

"Yeah, that's why your mother called him. She knew it would be extra embarrassing for yah, and it might just teach you a lesson this time. Now, no more arguing; get going." 

I was shocked, but at least I knew why I was there now -- mostly for embarrassment purposes. Still, my heart was racing. I don't really have a spanking fetish, but I was already picturing her stripped naked, cousin or not. 

"I can't believe this," Leanne said, as she pulled off her left boot. "Unbelievable," followed the right one. "But I'm only taking these off," she stated, while wiggling out off her tight blue jeans. It was a struggle, but they were finally wrapped around her ankles. With a kick, they slid across the hardwood floor. 

"But, I don't have to take this off,” she said with a snap of her waistband. “Because it's a thong." 

Yes, it was...a nice black one. I still couldn't see much, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I chuckled inside, feeling like a dirty old man and noticing that I was instinctively rubbing my palms together. 

"Let's get this over with," Leanne sighed. 

"Well, who died and left you boss?" Mrs. Parker hissed, and then she crossed her arms. "I said, 'strip, girl.' Now get going, and don't stop until you're in your birthday suit." 

I cheered inside. 

"Are you insane?" Leanne quickly cried out, as if she finally realized Mrs. Parker's intentions. She looked at me, and then she added, huffily, "Yeah, like that's happening." 

She bent down and picked up her jeans, whereupon Mrs. Parker jumped up from the couch. Leanne seeing this, raced for the door, while trying to step into her jeans at the same time. I stood up and turned to watch the pursuit. It was a short one. After a couple of stumbling steps, the jeans won the battle and sent Leanne tumbling down to the floor. She came to an abrupt stop on the hardwood floor, with an ear cringing screech. Mrs. Parker stood over her in a triumphant pose for a moment, before she reached down, and, with an unsympathetic pull of the hair, helped Leanne to her feet. 

"Please, my hands are burning," Leanne sobbed, as she rubbed her palms together. 

"You'll forget about your hands soon enough," Mrs. Parker huffed. She bent, pulled the jeans off of Leanne's left leg, tossed them onto the couch, and then sat down right on top of them. 

The ticking sound coming from the grandfather clock in the corner was the only sound for a few minutes. Finally Mrs. Parker cleared her throat. 

Leanne answered with a shake of her head. 

"Keep stalling," Mrs. Parker said. "We have all day and all night, but you're not leaving here until I'm satisfied that you've learned a few lessons.... And Lesson #1 is you getting naked." 

"This ain't fair! I only agreed to a spanking, not a strip show," Leanne whined. 

"Funny, the cop that brought you home said you were wearing nothing but a smile when…." 

"But I didn't see him coming," Leanne interrupted. "And that was with Donny. And it was dark, and-and we were just paying off a debt...." 

"And?" Mrs. Parker snapped. 

"And…I mean it’s the middle of the day, and you want me to get naked in front of my best friend's mom and even worse, my cousin Steven. See what I mean?" 

"Yes I do," Mrs. Parker said, with a wicked smile. "Hence the word 'embarrassment.' I guess your mom was right." With that, Leanne flashed me a look that could kill. For the first time I felt a little for her, but exactly what I felt, I wasn't sure. I knew I wasn't her favorite person in the world. (I think she knew that I was hot for her mom.) And it wasn't like I knew this was her mom's plan when she called me. Needless to say that, so far, I was glad that I returned that phone call. 

For the next several minutes Leanne would tug at her top, but then she would do some more complaining, while I was using the time to mentally picture what her breasts might look like. They certainly looked substantial in her clingy top, and I could just make out the outline of her nipples. But her stalling was killing me. I felt like jumping up and tearing off her top, just to get on with it. 

"What?" Mrs. Parker finally said with a laugh. "Is someone still stuffing her bra?" 

Leanne smacked her lips, but it finally got her moving. She turned around and pulled her shirt over her head. (And, no, she wasn't stuffing her bra; she wasn't even wearing a bra.) I got a right profile shot of her breasts (Jesus!), before her arm blocked my view. Arm pressed against her chest and face flushed, she turned back around and dropped her shirt on the floor. 

But Mrs. Parker quickly barked at her, "Toss it over." She did, but wasn't happy, in fact, I swear she mumbled the word, "Bitch." 

"Ok, just one more thing," Mrs. Parker said, pointing at Leanne‘s thong. 

"But why?" Leanne cried, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

"Because you've lost your thong-wearing privileges." 

(I had to clamp my jaw to keep from laughing.) 

Nervous minutes passed, and I began to wonder if Leanne was going to make another run for it, but at last she turned around and rolled down her panties with one hand, keeping her arm across her chest. She turned and tossed her thong at Mrs. Parker, her actions quick enough that I couldn't see much -- but I knew I'd see more. 

"How times have changed," Mrs. Parker said, shaking out Leanne's thong. 

"My mother would have killed me for leaving the house in these." Mrs. Parker wore a sour look, as she held them up. Leanne moaned, "Oh my god!" 

Then she looked at the floor, one arm still across her chest, and the other covering her crotch. 

Crossing her legs, Mrs. Parker sat back, and folded her hands in her lap. We both were focused on Leanne now. 

"Hey, didn't someone say earlier that she wasn't a baby? Look at you." 

I must admit that Mrs. Parker was indeed acting like a bitch and Leanne looked like someone about to go skinny-dipping for the first time. 

"Well, she's all yours." 

"Excuse me?" I squeaked, forgetting my place at this point. 

"Remember the spanking? Hello...." 

"Oh, yeah," I said, trying to play it cool, though I'd never given a spanking before, not even to a lover. But I do have the Internet. (Need I say more?) 

The first thing I thought about was the position. With Mrs. Parker's presence and my groin already a-flutter, I didn't think I could handle Leanne lying across my lap, so I scanned the room. I didn't really see anything that helpful, and I didn’t think she’d go for “all fours” on the coffee table, so I figured the couch would have to do. 

"Ok, move over to the couch." When she didn't move, I snapped my fingers. 

"Let's go." Still nothing. 

"Are you deaf, girl?" Mrs. Parker said, for the second time. Leanne shook her head and shuffled forward. I knew who was really in charge. 

With legs straight and tightly pressed together, Leanne dropped her hands down on the seat of the couch, right next to where Mrs. Parker was sitting. I moved over by her side. Mrs. Parker was facing me, so I couldn't really be obvious with my stare, but I could tell that she had a nice butt. I was about to see if it was a nice butt for a spanking. 

I gave her a test blow with the palm of my hand, since Mrs. Parker said nothing about an implement. I almost laughed, not believing I was really doing this. A few swats followed, each a little firmer, until I finally got the smallest of a squeak from Leanne. I figured I found the correct strength behind my blows now, as pain really wasn't my goal. I must say I enjoyed the various noises that escaped from her lips as I continued. The ass cheek that I was focusing on was turning a light shade of pink. I figured I gave her a dozen blows or so, and wondered if that was enough, so I looked over at Mrs. Parker (who, I must say, had a great view from where she sat of Leanne's breasts as they hung from her chest -- and maybe I was mistaken, but she did seem to notice). 

"You can't be serious," she said, when our eyes met, and I was confused. 

She slid to the edge of the couch. "She has two cheeks, you know," she said, rather wisely, her face only inches from Leanne's ass. I used the 

opportunity to shift behind Leanne and finally got a good look for myself. 

(What do you know, she did.) 

Leanne glanced back, as we examined my handiwork, but she quickly changed her mind (obviously embarrassed that we were checking out her ass) with a smack of the lips. 

("Yes, a nice ass, indeed," I thought.) 

“Can I go now?” Leanne asked. 

"But we’ve only just begun, my love. Now get up there," Mrs. Parker said, with a pinch of Leanne's ass. 

"Ouch!" Leanne crawled forward and knelt on the couch, her head resting on the top of it. 

Mrs. Parker waved her hand in front of my face. "Ok, back to work, you, and put some muscle behind it.... If you have any." 

Normally, I would have been a little insulted, but, after she said this, she turned and picked up Leanne's right leg and moved it about two feet away from the left one. Leanne had to arch her back to adjust. What a view! 

"Hey, what the...?" Leanne spat, reading my eyes, and she quickly moved her legs back together, just seconds after Mrs. Parker let go. But Mrs. Parker was at least as stubborn. Back apart they went. Back together they went.... 

I stood back, amused, enjoying the tug of war, which went on for five or six rounds. 

"So you wannna do it the hard way." Mrs. Parker finally wrestled Leanne's legs apart and slid her own legs in between them and sat down. 

Leanne's knees were now resting on both sides of Mrs. Parker’s outer thighs. Mrs. Parker slowly spread her legs apart which also spread Leanne’s legs. 

“What are you doing?” Leanne whined. 

“Ok, back to work.” I heard Mrs. Parker’s voice, but as hard as I tried, I could not get over the implications of this position. 

(And speaking of hard, I suddenly realized that I was now sporting a full- blown hardon. I was hoping my loose-fitting running pants that I had worn for the long drive were hiding this embarrassing fact. I also shifted to Leanne's side and quickly delivered some blows, while trying to wish it away.) 

I think with the added excitement my blows were a little firmer because my hand started stinging. I rubbed her ass cheek after every blow to ease the sting. (At least that was my excuse.) 

Leanne seemed to moan out after every blow now. It did little to soften anything. Harder blows followed until Mrs. Parker interjected, telling me to check her ass. She wanted “red tomatoes.” Honestly her ass was more like “red Zinfandel,” but I lied when Leanne turned her pleading gaze my way, a small tear drop rolling down her face. 

“Let me check,” Mrs. Parker said, in disbelief. She stood, pressing on Leanne’s back as she was trying to get up. Mrs. Parker ran her hand along Leanne’s ass cheek. 

“She’s not even that warm back here.” 

I nodded, but didn’t even know why. I was simply focused on watching her rub Leanne’s ass. 

“Please,” Leanne whined. “My bikini.” 

(I figured Leanne wore a thong bikini as well and was afraid of bruising.) 

“What the hell!” Mrs. Parker suddenly cried out. My body shook, and then my jaw dropped. Mrs. Parker had both of Leanne’s ass cheeks in her hands, her thumbs pulling them apart. “Where is your pubic hair?” I couldn’t help moving in for a closer look at Leanne’s shaved pussy. 

“Please, he can see!” Leanne shouted. I felt guilty, but I could see. 

“Not so fast!” Mrs. Parker snapped. “Not until you tell me why.” Her fingers pulled farther apart, and Leanne’s pussy lips spread, her pinkish insides flashing into our view. 

Mrs. Parker chuckled, grimly. "Yes, he can see everything now." 

“Oh my!” Leanne squealed and managed to break free, but a ponytail grab jerked her back on the couch. Mrs. Parker looked steamed. A moment later I found out exactly why. 

“Hey, I’m not the one who told you to shave down there.” Mrs. Parker was pulling on Leanne’s hair, and Leanne was reaching up, grabbing at Mrs. Parker’s wrists, probably trying to free herself. This offered me my first clear shot at Leanne’s lovely ample breasts. They were nice and round and firm-looking. They were capped by light pink nipples surrounded by even lighter areolae, which looked truly erotic against her silky white skin. 

“Let me go!” Leanne wailed, and she took a kick at me, probably noticing my stare. I stumbled back and tripped over the edge of the coffee table. It was now my turn to crash to the hardwood floor, down on one knee. Of course I quickly stood up like it was no big deal. But with the pain in my knee, I forgot about one little fact. 

“What are you laughing at!” Mrs. Parker snarled at Leanne. “That could have hurt him.” 

Leanne pointed at me, "The perverts got a hardon!" I froze. (She could see?) 

"Well, whose fault is that?" Mrs. Parker spat, and she pulled Leanne off the couch by the hair. When she landed in front of me, I instinctively 

covered my excited crotch with my hands. 

"How is it my fault?" Leanne cried out. Mrs. Parker still had a handful of hair. 

"All that moaning and groaning while being spanked...flashing your bare pussy.... It was supposed to be punishment, girl." 

Mrs. Parker flashed a wicked look at me. “I bet you even shaved this morning, hoping this would happen.” 

“No way!” Leanne sobbed. “Please, I’ve learned my lesson.” 

"Lesson! I’m glad you said that, because Lesson #1 didn't work -- in fact, I think you even liked it. So maybe this'll be more effective.... Pull down his pants." 

"What?" Leanne screamed out, and I gulped, thinking the same thing. But I wasn't running for the door either. I was frozen like a statue, a statue with a hardon. 

She looked right at the bulge in my pants, which I quickly covered with my hands once again. "I don't do...." 

"Oh, don't give me that. My daughter told me what you did to that punk, before the cops showed up." 

"No way.... She wouldn't tell you THAT!" 

"She did. She told me everything. She spilled her guts after I yanked the TV out of her room." 

"God, I'm going to kill her," Leanne said, before she looked over her shoulder, up at Mrs. Parker. "But did she tell you, we were just paying off a debt, and that Donny helped us pass chemistry?"