0 comments/ 81380 views/ 4 favorites Jean Engels Ch. 01 By: leann511 Do not read if sexually explicit material offends you, or if you are under the legal age or if laws prohibit reading explicit material where you live. Jean Engels was of normal intelligence. Her mother, Agatha, had her tested at the grade school and was happy to announce to anyone who cared to listen that her little girl had scored an even one hundred on the standard IQ test. Her mother's problem was she had no one to listen. Devout Christians who recognized no church, they believed them all to be corrupt and primarily concerned with their voracious appetite for raising money. They had no use for schools where things were taught that contradicted the Bible. Their only child was home-schooled and rigorously protected from any and every aspect of life, pleasant or unpleasant. Jean was raised isolated on a farm with essentially no contact with anyone outside her parents, she lived a stark and barren existence and opportunities for social relations were as rare as rain in Phoenix. If there was a worldwide contest based on beauty alone, Jean would win without a whimper of protest. The mothers of the other contestants would vote for her if they could vote. She had thick, luxurious, tawny colored hair that reached to her waist, its fibrous body and abundance created layers upon layers of cascading, bronzed curls with sun-bleached highlights accenting her magnificent mane. Her face could have launched a million starships. With a high forehead, slightly squared, her eyebrows were a darker natural hue than her hair. They arched high and heavy over her dark, thick, long eyelashes. Her bronze-colored eyes had tiny flecks of gold. Her nose was thin, slightly curved upward into a tiny tilt. Her cheekbones, jaw line and chin formed a perfectly contoured face. Her most striking feature was her mouth with full, rich lips that dipped a tiny bit on each side, lending the appearance of a perpetual pout. Some Mediterranean confluence of genes made her body naturally pigmented to give her a perfect tan unless exposed to the sun where it would turn quite dark. She avoided too much sun by covering herself when working outside and wearing a huge bonnet. Her breasts were large and round with generous, golden tan aureoles and nipples that cast visible shadow in her top even when not erect. Her waist was narrow, her tummy very muscular from carrying baled hay. Her gorgeous hips were beautifully rounded. Her legs were long and very shapely, the muscles sinewy and well toned. If a girl of such perfect beauty had been raised in less isolation, she would have gleaned all sorts of concepts about herself from those around her. If extensively protected, she would have been enormously conceited, convinced that she was so superior and special that a normal person would have no right to be around her. With less protection, she would have been so cruelly exploited for her beauty that her soul would have retreated into any number of dark and serious aberrations. Jean Engels was of normal intelligence but she had such a simple, unsuspecting nature that, when her rosy little world crumbled, she was prime prey for every predator; she was a bird with a broken wing in an alley full of ravenous, feral cats. Her existence was shattered by a series of bad decisions by her father. He had been plowing in the bottomland and on his way back, he decided to pull a stump remaining from a tree he had cut down the previous year. Now every farmer knows to pull a stump with the tractor in reverse but it was a small stump that had rotted for over a year and it was so much trouble to tie on to it from the front of the tractor. How could he know the tap root reached ten yards under the earth? He tied on with a trace chain and set the tractor in motion. When the slack was taken from the chain, the powerful pulling wheels, unable to budge the stubborn stump, lifted the front end of the tractor high into the air and then rotated completely to land upside down. The steering wheel plunged through the farmer's chest, killing him instantly. His wife and daughter tried vainly to keep the farm. They had nowhere to go. But even with the prodigious labor of the father, the farm had barely survived. Without him, the bills began to mount and Agatha soon realized it was hopeless. With no relatives of her own to turn to, Agatha remembered her husband's sister, Frieda. When Jean was just a baby, Frieda came to visit and talked them into keeping her daughter born out of wedlock eight years before. Because of her reputation, she could not find work in the community and was moving to a big city to make a new start. She planned to send for her daughter as soon as she was settled. Agatha remembered that they had been pretty hard on the eight-year-old as though to punish her for her mother's awful sin. On a farm everyone has to pull their own weight. The only way they could feed her was if she contributed enough labor to cover the expense. Agatha felt with a twinge of conscience that they had extracted more than enough labor from the little girl named Mona. Her husband had no qualms about it since she was illegitimate and born of sin. As things turned out, Frieda married a nerdy guy who knew a lot about computers and built them in his basement. She came and got Mona immediately. Agatha remembered a letter from Frieda later that explained her husband conceived some wiring improvements that he sold to a gut named Gates for enough money that he was set for life. Her husband ranted about the injustice that a loose woman like Frieda would be so unjustly rewarded while honest, God-fearing people had to sweat blood to claw a living from the blackland soil with weather so hot and dry that nothing would grow but the cracks in the ground. Agatha searched through several boxes of papers, her husband never threw away anything and she found the letter that was signed 'Frieda Bates'. She called Information in the city and finally located several listings with the last name of 'Bates' but no 'Frieda' or 'Mona'. Knowing that she could not pay the phone bill anyway, she dialed each number. After several attempts, Agatha's desperation grew with each failure as she became convinced she would not be able to locate her only relative. Nervously, she dialed the next number, her anxiety rose with each ring as she realized there were only a few numbers left and if she failed to find Frieda, she had no idea what she would do. She listened to the irritating dial tone for several minutes and then a loud click as the phone was picked up. "Hello?" "Is this Frieda Finch, er, I mean, Bates?" "No, this is Mona. Frieda's my mother and she is traveling abroad. Who am I talking to?" "This is Agatha Engels; you stayed with us at our farm when you were eight years old. My husband was killed and...we lost the farm and need a place to stay. Just me and my daughter, you remember Jean as a baby?" "Quite well, I remember being the one who had to get up and hold her to your titty so that you could get a few more minutes of sleep." "You didn't seem to mind when you took some of the milk for yourself while my tit was bared." Mona was a little embarrassed by that, she never thought the woman noticed when she sucked her titty after the baby was finished. Still very reluctant to have country bumpkins in her house, Mona searched for ways to end the conversation. Agatha realized she was losing her only chance. "We are certainly willing to work for our keep, we'll do anything and you really should meet Jean, she has grown into a very beautiful girl." Mona remembered how beautiful Agatha was despite her hard life on the farm and the prospect of her young and beautiful daughter, both completely desperate and at her mercy was too tempting to pass up. "All right, maybe I do owe you something for taking me in when I was eight. Are you coming by bus? Call when you get in and I will send someone to meet you. I doubt if you want to pay for a cab. Do you have enough for bus tickets?" "Yes, I think I can manage that but not much more." Agatha spent the last of her money on bus tickets to Dallas. The bus was basically deserted so Agatha and Jean were occupying seats by themselves. They had room to stretch out and lay down. Passing through a larger town, the bus picked up a woman who looked to be about twenty-five dressed in jeans and T-shirt. She looked rather tough as she strolled to the back glancing idly around until she saw Jean, the ravishing beauty. Jean was leaning against the window with her legs stretched out across the seat. Agatha was occupying the seat in front of her. "Scoot over. Your ticket don't cover two seats." The woman said as she stopped at the side of the seat where Jean sat. "I'm sorry." Jean apologized as she slid her gorgeous legs to the floor. "Now, just a minute," Agatha said, "this is my daughter and there's plenty of room without you crowding her up in a corner." "You better shut up and mind some of your own business or you're going to be trying to look back here with your eyes swollen shut." Agatha, stung by a moment of terror, spun around and rigidly faced the front of the bus. "I know," the woman said to Jean, "if you want to stretch your legs out, you can sit in my lap and stretch 'em out as much as you like." "That's very kind of you, Sir, I mean, Ma'am." She raised her spectacular body and slid over to sit down with her curvaceous bottom resting squarely on the thighs of the woman who groaned in her serendipity as Jean twisted her lovely buttocks, grinding her hemispheres down into the woman's crotch as she turned to stretch out her shapely legs. Jean certainly did not want to be this near to the frightful woman but when she saw the way she rebuked her mother, she was careful not to provoke her. When she realized the woman liked it, she wiggled around on her lap, grinding her ass into the hard thighs in hopes of appeasing the fearsome stranger. "My name's Jake." The woman said as she placed her left hand on Jean's hip. With her right hand, she reached and began to unbutton Jean's blue jeans, "I think you'd be more comfortable if we loosened these tight pants a little." Panic struck, Jean decided she better be agreeable. "Oh, that does feel better. I've almost outgrown these britches and they are a little tight around the waist. But you needn't unbutton them all the way down." Jean had never been exposed to anything sexual and had no idea what was happening to her as the woman fumbled with the buttons of her jeans. She only knew that it felt strangely wonderful every time the woman's hand brushed against her panties. Much of her fear abated as her thighs were parted and the woman pushed her hand under the jeans to cup her pussy and caress it with a gentleness that bordered on reverence. "These are so tight on you that I might need to rub you a little to restore circulation, you could develop terrible cramps in your pretty legs." Jake explained as she began to massage Jean's painfully provocative pussy through the white cotton panties. Fondling her pussy was awakening powerful passions in Jake. In Jean, emotions were being unleashed that she had never experienced before, feelings she'd never suspected even existed. She had never been brainwashed into thinking sexual things were evil; she'd been raised as though sexual things did not exist."That does seem to help but maybe you could rub it better if I could spread my legs more." "Why don't I take your pants down then to below your knees and you could spread your legs?" "I can't let you pull my britches down on a bus." Jean had no notion that such a thing would be bad; she'd just always been cautioned to keep herself covered. "There's no one awake except that old bag lady and she's scared of her own shadow." "That's not a bag lady. That's my mother. What's a bag lady?" "A homeless, destitute old woman." "Maybe she is, then, I don't know what destitute means but we are definitely homeless." Jean felt a flurry of strange feelings as the woman had worked her tight jeans down past her thighs while they were talking. The hand began rubbing her much more vigorously. Then when Jake widened her own thighs a little, Jean's rounded bottom sank deeper into her lap and the woman began a strange rhythm as her hips undulated ever so slightly, pressing her pelvis up against Jean's ass and withdrawing in tiny, jerky movements. Jean realized from some ingrained sense that she should not allow the woman to press up against her ass in such a manner but the sensuous feelings rendered her unable to deny the delight that was building in her body from the hand massaging now inside her panties and the subtle humping against her rear by the woman's bouncing pelvic thrusts. When Jake slipped her finger inside Jean's pussy, her thighs yawed wide of their own volition and offered no resistance. "I don't think I should allow you to do what you're doing to me with your finger." Jean commented as she tried to dislodge the finger that was driving her so delirious that she squirmed her luscious ass deep into Jake's lap. "It doesn't matter, there's no one to see." Agatha heard snatches of this talk and turned around, "What are you doing to my daughter? Jean, what are you doing with your britches down like that?" Making a slight concession, Jake withdrew her hand from Jean's panties. "She's just trying to get comfortable. It's a long bus ride. Why do you old women try to make something dirty out of everything that happens? Is it just wistful thinking? Now you better turn around before I pop you upside the head so hard it'll stun your gran'chil'ren and don't let me have to tell you again." With her mind redundant of stories she had heard of people being brutally murdered in the big city with no one lifting a finger to interfere, Agatha whipped herself back around. This time when Jake returned her hand inside Jean's panties to her prominent mound, she slipped two fingers into the moist folds and asked the girl if she wanted her to take her panties off. While Jake's hand was away, Jean realized that she had grown sort of addicted to having her pussy petted and decided that naked might feel even better as she discovered the delight of rocking her own hips up against Jake's hand and grinding down deep into the woman's lap. "You can take them down if you want to. You're much too strong for me to do anything about it." Suddenly driven by the acquiescence of the girl with such unendurable beauty, Jake lifted her and pushed her facedown over the back of the seat her mother occupied, then drew her panties down and off. Jean, surprised by the suddenness of the move, placed one hand on the seat in front, the other landed on her mother's thigh. Agatha, somehow aroused by the fear and danger she and her daughter were being exposed to, reacted erotically to her daughter's hand pressing into her lap. She widened her own thighs instinctively and Jean's hand pushed maddeningly against her pussy. Jake slid Jean's panties down off her rounded bottom and pushed her mouth into the exposed cleft with her nose pressed hard against the delightful asshole and her tongue deep into the furrow of the girl's pussy. Beside herself with intense, incomprehensible arousal, Jean widened her thighs as much as the panties around them permitted and let herself be taken to erotic plateaus she had never even imagined. Her own hand was worked inside her mother's skirt with a little bit of subtle manipulation from the keenly aroused woman. Agatha breathlessly humped her pussy against her daughter's hand as she wildly rocked her hips. All three women were soon moaning in ecstasy. Jean Engels rode the rest of the way with her saucy rear perched on Jake's generous, welcoming lap. She had left her panties off but spread her blue jean jacket over her thighs to protect her modesty and cover Jake's hand which continued to play with her pussy at a leisurely pace. Jake had a flask of bourbon and they passed it around quite frequently. Agatha was in a very spirited mood, having experienced the first orgasm of her life and she sat beside Jake with Jean's feet cuddled in her lap. She played with her daughter's toes and, when Jake told her to, despite her huge embarrassment, she bent over and sucked on each of her daughter's big toes. Jean giggled in girlish delight as her mother continued to lave her toes and even the soles, though Jake had said nothing about that. "Well, Momma. At least I won't have to worry about washing my feet before going to bed tonight." "If we find a bed tonight." Agatha observed while continuing to lick her daughter's feet and suck her toes. She was in such a good mood after reaching orgasm by rubbing her pussy against Jean's hand. Her life was in complete turmoil and she was adrift in a strange place, severed from everything she had ever known. The combination of unexpected sexual ecstasy and her gnawing uncertainty about their precarious future caused a fundamental change in her. She had fought futilely for the farm under the conviction the Lord would provide and she ended with a one-way ride on a bus with a domineering woman who took control of her and her daughter. Most of her moral precepts were not deeply internalized convictions but were merely absorbed from her family and her husband and were not likely to endure much longer than her family and husband had. Less than gradually she was adopting an attitude of doing whatever was necessary to survive. "You might want to get your pants back on; we're at the outskirts of the city." Jake announced. "Why, Jean, have you been sitting in her lap all this time without even your panties on?" Agatha asked as Jean had to stand to get into her pants. She tried to sound indignant but could not keep a slightly drunken grin from spreading across her face as she stared a little lustfully at her daughter's darling pussy, the tawny hairs fluffed out by Jake's fingers. "Momma, she said she didn't mind feeling up my pussy but she doesn't like to feel it through a pair of panties." Jean announced this startling statement as casually as she would have talked about the weather. Inside the bus stop, they were pleased to find a man who worked for Mona and was going to take them in a car. The man's name was Mike and the car was big and black. Jake would have liked to prolong her acquaintance with them but Mike looked pretty formidable and not near as easy to fool as these two country bumpkins. She beat a hasty retreat, joyful that she had been on the bus. Both the mother and the daughter were very impressed with the style in which Mona lived, to hire a man to do nothing but drive her car around. Agatha thought if she could have afforded to hire him, she could have saved the farm. "Jean, honey." Agatha asked when the partition to the front seat was raised. "What, Momma?" "If you miss Jake's finger, I could do it for you." She suggested nervously. By way of response, Jean lifted her hips as high as her mother's face and undid the buttons, then slipped both the pants and the panties down to her knees. As she sat back down, she said, "You better hurry up, I don't know how long this ride will last." Agatha plunged her finger deeply inside her daughter's cunt and worked it deliriously until it became so wet and aroused that she could manage another finger inside. Jean moaned the whole way and tried to get her thighs wider to give her mother better access. Mona's house was magnificent with three stories and lights burning on every floor. Agatha shuddered at what her electric bill was going to be. The car pulled into a great circular drive and Mike got out, opened the back door and helped each lady out. They walked up the porch steps, also large and circular. The door swung open as they approached and they saw a very elegant, beautiful woman in a billowy black chiffon dressing gown that reached to the floor. The black was relieved by a daring slit up the side that exposed a gorgeous leg all the way to the waist. Jean Engels Ch. 01 "Hello, Agatha, I'm Mona and," she looked with thrilled appreciation at the ravishing daughter, "you must be Jean." She held out her hand to Agatha out of politeness and then to Jean, anxious to touch such a dream any way possible. "I've asked Mildred, the cook, to throw something together in case you're hungry." "That would be great; we haven't had much chance to eat anything today." Agatha said. Mona led them back to the kitchen, her mind racing and her appetite raging to have such a ravishing creature as Jean as a guest in her home. When she first agreed to have them come, she had some dirty plans to work them like a couple of plow horses in sort of a vengeful spite for the way she had been treated on their farm. She had been planning for days to find humiliating and laborious tasks for them to perform but there were not many choices available. After seeing her wondrously beautiful daughter, she quickly forgot any grudge she might have had against the mother. They sat down at the table in the kitchen and both heaped their plates like field hands. Mona walked over to the side of Jean, unable too take her eyes off those blue jeans that appeared to be shrink wrapped around her gorgeous body. Mona's heart began to flutter with thoughts of what was under those jeans to fill them out so exquisitely. Jean Engels Ch. 02 After they finished eating, both relatives leaned back in their chairs and Mona's heart skipped a couple of beats as she saw the girl undo the two top buttons of her jeans. She was amazed to see her washboard abs so casually displayed. She decided if she had a stomach like that, she would keep it bare constantly, even if she had to have clothes especially designed for that purpose. "You must have the metabolism of a cheetah to eat like that and keep your precious figure." She said to Jean. "She always eats like a horse and never gains an ounce. I think her appetite is what caused the farm to fail." Agatha commented. "Momma, that's not it, the land was poor." "I was only kidding, honey, why don't you see if Mona wants to rub your tummy?" She had unconsciously recognized the seething passion in Mona's eyes after seeing it in the eyes of Jake. She recognized on a very elemental level that Mona was strangely fascinated with her beautiful daughter. The gravity of their situation made her realize how desperately they needed Mona's acceptance. The idea of encouraging her infatuation with Jean just sprang into her conscious mind as perfectly natural. "When she overdoes it, she loves to have her tummy rubbed." Agatha confided to Mona. Mona quickly pulled over a chair and sat down beside Jean and placed her hand on the girl's stomach before the opportunity was lost. She ran her hand back and forth across the flat tummy, dipping it frequently under the two small flaps created by the two undone buttons. "Do you want me to undo the other buttons?" She asked, unable to conceal the eagerness in her voice. Jean began to grow fond of her new life where every woman she met, including her mother, wanted to rub her pussy. "Do you want to rub my pussy?" she whispered to Mona eagerly. Mona's pussy cringed from the candid question and she wondered if the mother overheard but she could not worry about that. She immediately bent over the girl's lap, her face only inches from the fly of the jeans. A faint hint of a powerful aphrodisiacal aroma drifted up from the opening in the pants, causing Mona's thighs to squeeze together in search of relief from the waves of arousal washing over her. Mona was thankful the girl's hips were almost under the table and the mother could not see what she was doing to the girl. Jean seemed to respond very positively to the massage as Mona's hand strayed deeper and deeper under the opened flaps. Her flawless thighs drifted apart and, as the rubbing grew more intense, Jean hooked her thumb in her panties and pushed them down to where the flaps of the jeans were joined together. Mona was mesmerized by the sight of the luxurious growth of tawny colored hair, and she could just barely see two puffy lips peeking out at the base of her pubic mound. She slid her hand uncontrollably down to curl around her pussy and worked her fingers between the tantalizing cunt lips. She gently urged Jean forward with her other hand rubbing vigorously on the girl's back. As Jean leaned forward, Mona could look down the back of her pants to see her gorgeous ass. Agatha would not see that Mona had one hand deep inside the opened pants, the other hand up under her shirt moving from the side of one breast across her back to caress the side of the other. Mona was avidly staring down the back of Jean's pants. Jean had been gently urged so far forward that her monumental breasts were grazing the top of the arm working between her legs. Mona was moaning, breathing laboriously from a passion that was consuming her while Agatha was idly picking over the last of the food, trying to think of a polite way to suggest that she was very tired. Mona suddenly realized with a shudder of pleasure that the girl was extremely malleable and compliant and had voiced no objection to the liberties being taken, even with her mother right across the table. Mona began to wonder what she could get away with if she could get her in her room alone. Suddenly she sat upright, removing her hands from their caressing activity and announced, "You two must be exhausted from your long trip. Maybe you would like to go to your rooms?" "Rooms, did you say rooms? We're going to each have our own room? Momma and I have always slept in the same room and, lately, in the same bed." "Jean. Don't say we've been sleeping together, the implications are, sort of, sexual." "But we have, Momma, ever since my cot broke." "Well, still...oh, never mind. Sometimes I suspect you cheated to score that one hundred on your IQ test." When Jean stood up, Agatha noticed the buttons undone on her jeans and the panties pushed down so low that her pubic hair stood out in a frizzy mess. Her sister's daughter had been very busy with her daughter's pussy. She had no sense of shame and she felt no violated resentment. She was simply glad to have another card to play in her quest for a place to live. Mona saw that Jean only buttoned the bottom two buttons of her jeans which was certainly sufficient to keep them in place. She put her hand around the gorgeous hip and applied a little pressure to indicate they should wait and let Agatha go first. She kept her hand there as they followed behind with Mona giving directions to the mother. She could not help but let her hand slide to the back of the blue jeans where she stuffed it deep down into the ever so desirable cleft, even massaging the girl's tight asshole with no protest. Jean was forced to walk a little pigeon-toed to accommodate her hand but did not seem the least concerned. Her perfectly agreeable and consensual nature was making Mona crazy and her mind raced with all the possibilities. They walked down the hall with Mona's hand down the back of her pants and the girl never even acknowledged it, as though it were a perfectly normal way to walk. Once they reached the mother's room, Mona was curious that Agatha took Jean aside and whispered something to her before bringing her back to Mona and kissing her goodnight on the lips. In the hall with Agatha safely tucked away, Jean undid the two bottom buttons and pushed her jeans down below her hips to give Mona easy access to her ass as they walked. "What did your mother say to you?" Mona asked as she began to seriously rub the girl's asscrack. "Oh, she reminded me how much we needed you and said that I should be very nice to you and not say anything if you wanted to play with my pussy a while when we got to my room." Mona felt her cunt convulse with the news that the mother did not object to her daughter giving her a little pussy to cement their relationship. "Why don't you take your blue jeans off and just carry them. You could walk better." "Seems like all I've done since I put these jeans on is struggle to get them off," Jean said as she pushed the tight jeans off her gorgeous thighs, "you'll have to help me." She stood back up straight and Mona was left to bend over and push the jeans down one side at a time. "What do you mean?" Mona asked as she worked the jeans down. "On the bus ride here, a woman made me take them off and sit on her lap." That highly erotic image coupled with the sight of the girl's gorgeous legs was more than Mona could bear. "Lean up against the wall with your legs wide apart." "Like this?" Jean looked back over her shoulder to ask as she complied. "Spread your legs a little wider, you're very tall." Mona instructed as she stood behind the girl and began to hump her pussy against Jean's ass. "Does it feel good when I get up under you and bump your pussy as well as your ass?" "Oh, yes, Cousin Mona, you're humping me so hard, it's almost like you're spanking me with your hips." "Would you enjoy it if I gave you a real spanking?" "Oh, no, my mother spanks me a lot, she wants to make me a good girl but I never enjoyed it." "Maybe I'll just give her a spanking then so she can see what it feels like." "But she's older than you." "I have a lot more money." Mona said as she reached up to grab Jean's shoulders to gain added leverage against her ass. "That would really be something to see. When I was little, spanking me seemed to be her only pastime. Oh, my pussy is getting so wet from what you're doing to me, but you're going to ruin your beautiful gown." Mona did not care about the gown but she rucked it up and spread it over Jean's bent back because she wanted to rub her naked pussy against the girl's ass. Jean felt the naked flesh much more intensely and she rose to her tiptoes and lowered her hips to get her thighs spread wider to receive more of the pumping flesh against her pussy. Soon she shuddered with a giant orgasm which ignited a cataclysmic climax in her cousin. "When Agatha spanked you, did she make you get naked first?" "Not when I was real little but when my tits began to grow, she seemed more interested in taking my clothes off than she did in the discipline. A few times she would just sort of play with my ass stretched across her lap and forget that I was supposed to get a whipping." They walked the rest of the way to Jean's room with Jean carrying her blue jeans and her soiled panties and Mona fondling her ass and playing with her wet pussy the entire way. Inside Mona took off her chiffon gown and watched as Jean removed her blouse with her bra just hanging on her shoulders. Then Jean pulled the bra off and Mona thought she might swoon over the sight of those heavenly titties. They were so large and round and jutted out so far that Mona just had to bend over and suck both of them for the longest time. Even when Jean started to move towards the bed, Mona just followed with her lips still around one of Jean's nipples, sucking avidly, with one hand on Jean's ass and the other cupping her pussy. Jean had to walk a bit bow-legged to accommodate the hand massaging her pussy. Jean reached the bed and fell on her back, pulling the sucking mouth with her. Mona found herself lying between her gorgeous thighs with her mouth on Jean's muscled stomach. Although she had never gone down on anyone, she knew she could not resist when Jean pushed lightly against the top of her head. "Put your mouth on it the way the woman in the bus did, I really liked having it sucked and kissed." When Jean raised her feet to the bed and spread her thighs more, her darling rosebud that had received so much attention from Mona's hand and fingers was exposed to the woman's rapt gaze. Unbidden, almost against her will, Mona's tongue began to drift down and take swipes into the parted cleft. "Oh, goodness, Jake never did that." Determined to outdo the woman on the bus, Mona stiffened her tongue and speared it into the tight, tight asshole. "Auuuuuggggh." Jean groaned as she raised her thighs all the way to either side of her large breasts and hooked her arms behind her knees, raising her ass to thrust more into her cousin's face. Goddamn, Mona thought, the first girl I ever went down on and this absolute babe is making an asshole slut out of me. But, damn it, I just can't get enough of her. I can't do anything except what she wants me to do. Mona's story Mona finished high school before her mother married. She had developed into such a knockout that when her mother did marry, she did not wish to compete with her daughter for her new husband's attention. When the computer wiring procedure was sold, Mona was sent to an all girl finishing school. With her less than challenging high school credits, she could not qualify for her stepfather's alma mater but Frieda convinced him the finishing school would prepare her for any good college. At first feeling that she had been bundled off out of the way, Mona quickly decided that she really liked the finishing school. She had a roommate, Tricia, of average beauty and a good body who looked at her with obvious longing whenever Mona was partially undressed. Without spending a lot of time analyzing her own motivations, Mona just realized that it excited her immensely to tease the girl. She became very casual with her clothes when they were alone, unbuttoning her blouse and leaving it to flap open now and then, exposing her full, gorgeous titties in a tiny lace bra to the girl's nervous glances. When she sat, her skirt would inevitably crawl up to her waist and the nervous glances would become rapt stares as her shapely legs were displayed. Tricia became intent on helping her intimately every time Mona decided to change clothes, a lot of the time on her knees as she painstakingly adjusted a garter belt, hooking and unhooking the attachment to the hose several times. Of course, during the process her hands would brush against Mona's gorgeous thighs over and over. No telling how many hours Mona spent holding her dress or skirt up to her waist while Tricia fussed with her hose and garters. Then the girl became obsessed with adjusting Mona's panties. She would hook one finger in from each side and run them around the leg openings all the way down to Mona's cunt. Then she would move around and do the same thing to the back, with the tips of her fingers being as liberal with Mona's asscheeks as they had been with her pussy lips. One day Mona purposefully put on a pair of soiled panties and stood with her skirt up as an indication for Tricia to drop down to her knees. "Oh, I picked up the wrong panties, these are dirty. Tricia, smell them for me and see." Tricia did not hesitate to bury her nose in the redundant crotch, even pushing her nose between the folds of Mona's pussy and inhaling deeply. With neither consent nor denial regarding the cleanliness of the garment, Tricia merely maintained her position with her nose buried in Mona's delicious cunt. After a while, Mona urged gently, "Well, what do you think?" "They seem to be slightly soiled." Tricia finally gasped. "Don't you think you better take them off and wash them?" "My father is the CEO of a major corporation; I can't go around doing your laundry for you." "You can if you want to take them off." With a low moan of abject surrender, Tricia reached for the waistband and drew the panties down slowly, enjoying immensely the gradual exposure of the firm, flat belly, the bushy growth of dark curly hair, and finally, the puffy lips of Mona's cherished pussy. A groan of intense passion was elicited from Tricia as the puffy lips came into view. Tricia could not control the movement of her mouth as it closed over the succulent lips. Mona was amazed at the extent of her own arousal as the girl worked her mouth and tongue around and around the lips and then deeply up into her cunt. From that time on, although Tricia tried desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge her desires, Mona had merely to spread her gorgeous thighs a few inches to have Tricia's tongue avidly licking her pussy. One time Mona was sitting in a chair with Tricia on the bed alertly searching for an opportunity to see up her skirt. Mona raised her feet and hooked her heels on the edge of the seat, then slowly drew her skirt up over her knees and down into her lap. Tricia's gaze was arrested. Then Mona slowly parted her raised knees to expose her bushy pussy. Tricia continued to stare but did not make her usual movement to her knees. "What's the matter, sweetness, don't you want to suck my pretty pussy?" "Yes, I want to but I can't keep doing that for you. I'm afraid you're making a queer girl out of me. It seems to be all I think about any more, getting your panties off. I'm losing my self-respect. I've got to stop you jerking me around like a puppet on a string. I'm every bit your equal, my father is a CEO." "You do seem to be getting a little obsessed. Maybe it would help you if you were punished every time you gave in to your nasty desires." "What do you mean by punish?" "I could spank you." "Spank me...like a little girl?" "Like a nasty little girl who can't control her urge to suck a pussy every time she sees one." "You mean if I came over there and sucked you like you want me to, I would get a spanking for it?" "Of course you would, for your own good, so you would learn not to want to do nasty things to other girl's pussies. You know how the teachers are so casual about their skirts since there is nothing but girls here. What if one of them forgot her panties one day and when she parted her thighs, you saw her bare pussy and couldn't control yourself? You could be thrown out of school for trying to suck her off during class. Your CEO father would die of disgrace." "But how would it help if I let you spank me?" "You remember it's called negative reinforcement, we studied it in Psyche class." "All right, I can't disgrace my father." "Come over here and suck it and then I'll take you over my lap and spank you." "You're making me do it and then you're going to spank me for it." "I'm not making you; I'm just showing it to you." "If you kept it covered up, maybe I wouldn't want to suck it so bad." "You'd find some way to see it but if you don't want to, I'll just put my panties back on." "No! It's too late now. I've already seen it, I meant, in the future." After several years at the finishing school, Mona came home pretty convinced that she had very little need for men and the only reason she had intended to go to college was to find a husband. So she told her mother that she had no desire to enroll in any college. "But what do you intend to do? You wouldn't be happy doing nothing and I thought you wanted to find a suitable husband." "Mother, I have discovered that I prefer female sexual partners exclusively. I do not intend to marry. I have several friends who are models and a whole lot more I know that could be. I thought you and Daddy might help me start a model agency." Frieda was somewhat shocked but secretly relieved on one score; she would not need to compete with her daughter for her husband's attention, so they calmly discussed the pros and cons of the model agency idea. Mona had done enough investigation to convince her mother the idea was feasible and Frieda could easily convince her spineless husband of anything. Jack Bates was surprisingly easy to convince. After all, the agency could be started with roughly the same investment that a college education would be and would pay dividends a whole lot quicker. He even suggested they purchase an established agency to avoid the pitfalls of trying to create a new business. In less than six months, his advisors found a profitable agency whose owner and founder wanted to retire and move to Florida. He even managed to retain most of the staff that was primarily responsible for the agency's success; especially the manager, Ms Helen DeMerit, a woman who had virtually run the business for the past several years. A lot of tension was relieved at the agency when everyone realized that Mona was just a rich kid who needed a position and her parents had bought one for her. She took no active interest in the business and preferred for Helen to continue running it the way she had been. The agency continued to thrive and Mona just siphoned off the profits; first to repay her stepfather's investment and after that, just to live a life of luxury. About the only thing she did around the place was to look for new models or wannabe's that she could entice into her bedroom. Mona lived with her mother until her assets grew sufficiently to afford a place as extravagant and remarkable as her mother's. Frieda did not object but she did notice the many times Mona went out at night and would sometimes bring home a beautiful young girl. Frieda noticed that the girls who came home with her never used any of the several spare rooms available; they would always sleep in Mona's bed. Her husband spent most of his time in a lab he had constructed in a couple of unused garages. Frieda had a lot of time on her hands and she became quite obsessed about her daughter's sexual orientation and what went on in her room when she brought those sexy, young girls home. One night she lay awake, unable to sleep because of her husband's snoring when she heard a car drive up and then some girlish, drunken giggles. Apparently Mona had found someone to be with for the night and Frieda thought about it until she became a little obsessed with what the girl looked like and what they were doing. She got out of bed and went to the door of her daughter's room and pressed her ear against it. Jean Engels Ch. 02 "Take your panties off and put them in your mouth, I don't want you waking up the whole house." "Don't hit me hard, I just want to play around and see what it's like. I'm not into anything heavy. I don't even know why I'm letting you do this to me." "Probably because you want to suck my pussy and you know I have to spank you first so you won't turn out to be a queer girl." "But I am queer for you. Spanking me will only make me want to suck you more." Frieda heard the harsh sounds of flesh being slapped and her pussy moistened at mental picture of her daughter spanking her little pick-up. She could not help but pull her nightdress up and use her hand to caress her cunt. She was leaning with her back to the door, her nightdress up to her waist, frantically churning at the apex of her thighs when the door suddenly swung open. She sprawled into the room with her fingers still embedded in her soaking wet pussy. "Mother! What are you doing? Eavesdropping?" "No, I heard some strange sounds and was trying to see if you needed help or something." "And you thought playing with your pussy would help? I could hear the door creaking with your weight." "I heard what you were doing to her, it was so erotic...I couldn't help but get a little aroused." "You've been very naughty, Mother, eavesdropping and playing with yourself. You better get your panties off and in your mouth. I think you need a spanking, too." "Not...in front of... your little girlfriend. I would be too embarrassed." "Don't worry, Mother, she's going to get some more herself when I finish with you. You want her to stay so you can see that, don't you?" Frieda realized that she would give anything to see her daughter spank her girlfriend, even what little dignity she had left. She stood up, bunched her long nightgown around her waist and worked her panties off. "Good, Mother, now pick them up and stuff them in your mouth. I'm going to spank you very hard for your naughty behavior at my door and we don't want to wake up your husband. I would not like to have to tell him that you were eavesdropping on your daughter playing with her girlfriend and became so aroused that you had to masturbate yourself. That wouldn't say much for your level of sexual satisfaction with him, would it?" Frieda nodded her head meekly in agreement and stuffed her panties completely into her mouth. "Ohmigod, Mona, are you really going to spank your slut of a mother and let me watch?" the girlfriend squealed. Frieda had wondered why Mona always kept one of the straight backed dining room chairs in her room and now she realized why as Mona sat down naked on the chair and motioned her over her lap. "Just pull your nightgown over your head; I want your tits to be hanging free in case...er...Alice wants to fondle them while I spank you. Don't you like her marvelous big breasts?" Mona said to Alice. Alice came around to where Frieda stood, still naked, and moved to the other side of Mona where Frieda's head would be. Instead of making a firm lap with her thighs together, Mona purposely spread her thighs wide and when Frieda was drawn across her lap, she was pushed forward until their pussies were actually rubbing together. That alone, feeling her daughter's darling pussy against her own almost drove Frieda to the edge of orgasm. As she settled into the accommodating lap, Alice bent to reach her breasts and began squeezing them fervently, driving the mother to further distraction. Mona began a sound spanking of her buttocks and Frieda felt fiery pain in her backside but that was offset by having the young girl playing with her breasts the whole time. Soon Mona established a rhythm and Frieda realized that her daughter had achieved a very clever technique. She would lean back with each blow, hunching her hips up, bringing their pussies hard against each other. It was as though she was not spanking so much as driving the victim's cunt hard against her own. She realized that her daughter must have spanked a lot of young girl's asses to become so adept. She was just melting in motherly pride as her daughter beat her ass and Alice roughly fondled her tits. Soon she was way over the edge and began a spasmodic series of orgasms as the two young girls continued to have their way with her. Then Alice moved her hands from under her shoulders to behind her arms, maintaining the contact with her big titties as she stepped slightly forward to push her soaking pussy right into Frieda's nose. Frieda turned her head sideways and the girl began to thrust against her mouth. Distraught from her series of orgasms, Frieda felt obliged to put her tongue into the wet cleft and slurp at the girl's flowing juices. She felt the young girl expected her to do this and her daughter would want her to appease her girlfriend. "Mother! What are you doing? I didn't say you could suck her pussy. You are such a nasty slut. If you're going to turn into a cuntsucker, you could at least suck mine since I'm doing all the work." She pushed her mother to the floor between her spread thighs and Frieda could only transfer her homage to her daughter's cunt and she hardly missed a lick. After that night of extreme, unequalled erotic ecstasy, Frieda could never stay away when she heard a car drive up and the drunken, girlish giggles. To get away from the powerful compulsion of her daughter's affairs, she convinced her husband that they should travel. To intensify his interest, she made arrangements to go on trips that were thinly disguised swinging parties. They visited the most hedonistic vacation spots on the planet and her husband grew less and less interested in his lab and finally forgot it altogether. Mona grew less inclined to buy her own place. She loved the freedom she had when her parents were gone and even when they were there, she would always manage to find ways to get her mother's dress up and panties in her mouth for an erotic interlude with her hairbrush or belt. Frieda could not deny her when she wanted to give her a spanking and found herself more and more craving to bury her tongue in her daughter's pussy. To avoid debasing herself any further, she insisted on almost constant travel. However, she did not avoid debasing herself. She was drawn to swingers who were aggressive and dominant. She met a woman who made flagrant comments about her beautifully rounded backside that was in such a need of a spanking. Her episodes with Mona had fueled her fetish and she was unable to resist the woman who wanted to spank her. The arrogant bitch named Elsa even insisted that Frieda submit while their husbands and the woman's daughter watched. While she was at the height of erotic arousal over the mother's lap, the cheeky girl, Jill, came over and rubbed her bare pussy in her face until she finally gave in and sucked the her pussy. Jack Bates was disgraced as the woman's husband, Fred, made disparaging comments about his slut wife and how his wife could make her take her panties off any time she wanted. When Frieda began to suck off the daughter, Jack was so completely humiliated that he could not refuse when Fred told him to drop his pants and bend over the coffee table. Although he had never thought much about men as sexual partners, he became quite aroused by the crude way the roughhewn man handled him and reached an orgasm from being fucked in his ass. To his and Frieda's surprise, he found himself begging Fred to fuck him again and Fred said he would if Jack could suck his cock good enough to get another hard on. Jack found himself learning to give excellent blowjobs as he had to compete with Elsa and Jill and Frieda for any attention from Fred. They made many hedonistic trips with the trio and Fred would pick them up in a big limo where Frieda would crawl under Elsa's skirts while Jack unzipped Fred. Jill would usually give them both a good switching to keep them focused on their duties. Jean Engels Ch. 03 Jean The next day Jean was up early as was her habit from living in the country. She took the opportunity to tour Mona's mansion and see all the accumulations of wealth. When she came up on the inviting swimming pool with its clear, blue water, she believed herself to be the only one out of bed and pulled off her clothes and dove in. She was startled when Mike, the handy man approached the pool. Embarrassed by her nudity, Jean hunched down under the water as much as she could. Aware that Jean and her mother were merely poor relations come to sponge off Mona and that Mona had a big grudge against them; Mike decided to push the beautiful girl around a little bit. "You'll have to get out now, Miss, I need to shock the pool." Dreadfully afraid of electricity, Jean scurried out of the water and ran into the house, naked as the day she was born. Inside, she did not know where to go as she sneaked around, hoping no one would see her nakedness until she could find some clothes. She certainly could not go out after her own with that howling maniac out there laughing at her. "What are you doing down here naked?" Mildred, the cook, almost screamed at her when she came out of the kitchen and saw her. Mildred was only aware of Mona's previous plan to inflict as much drudgery on this girl and her mother as possible. Mona had asked her about any tedious tasks that had to be performed around the house. With every imaginable labor saving aid, Mildred could not think of anything. Mona had instructed her to find something, even if she had to unplug some appliances. The cook assumed that her nakedness was just another aspect of her punishment. "Get in here and get these potatoes eyed and peeled. We need them for breakfast." She commanded the terrified girl. "But I'm naked; I didn't know I was supposed to do this." "You've had time this morning to get yourself dressed but I suppose you're trying so hard to please Miz Mona, you can't be bothered to wear clothes. Bet you were hoping to run into the Miz so you could tempt her into sucking your pretty pussy, weren't you? Get your naked ass over here and get busy!" Jean hurried to do the woman's bidding before she exploded in her awesome, constant anger. Mike had followed her and he sauntered into the kitchen after she was safely occupied with her assigned chore. Jean did not dare to move or try to cover herself from his leering gaze as she was afraid to stop peeling the potatoes. "What are you sniffing around here for?" Mildred asked the handyman. "Miz Mona said to work these poor relations, not molest them. The poor girl don't need you in here drooling all over her." "She's so pretty." Mike commented, as though that excused any kind of lewd behavior. "Yes, she is." Mildred seemed to finally notice. "She's pretty as a peach but I have work to do and I can't have you in here underfoot so get on out and take care of your own business." "I want to fuck her." Mike uttered as those his mind had been arrested by the concept and unable to conceive of anything else. "What?" Mildred screamed. Jean noticed early that the cook was a large woman, thick-waisted with humongous breasts but she only now realized how pretty she was in the face. Then she realized that she and the handyman were involved with each other. "What do you mean you want to fuck her? Do you think I'm made of stone? That I can give you my deepest love and you can shit on it like it's nothing compared to this precious little piece of girlish pussy?" "I don't give a shit about you, I want to fuck her!" "That's not what you were saying yesterday when you said you would truly love me if I'd let you fuck me in the ass. I leaned over this very table and suffered the fires of Hell as you jammed your cockroach cock into my ass, you goddamned ass wipe!" "So I had to say that for you to give me a real piece of ass. You're not so young you think a man means what he says in a moment of passion." Without warning Mildred swung her meaty fist into Mike's jaw and he crumpled like a dishrag and slumped to the floor. "I've got a strap-on that Mona makes me keep down here when she wants to use it on me." Mildred said to the naked girl as she reached inside a bin and pulled out a fake cock with straps all over it. She lifted the handyman up and laid him over the table as she undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. As Mildred pushed his underwear down, Jean was fascinated by the only cock she had ever seen. She had to turn away, however, and hide her face from the piercing screams as Mildred savagely impaled the man's asshole with her large cock. "Oh, please, Millie, let me up, let me go. I'll never do anything like this again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, please stop." His pleas fell upon deaf ears as the cook continued to savage his ass until he passed out from the pain. Then she pulled out and shoved him out of the kitchen. Jean heard his footsteps running down the hall. Breathing heavily, furious, highly aroused, the cook turned her lustful eyes on the fantastically beautiful, naked girl trapped in a corner of the kitchen. Jean was paralyzed with fear after seeing the way the woman had man-handled the seemingly strong, well-built Mike. Mildred's deep disappointment with Mike's fickle love seemed to turn into resentful hatred for the girl of such mind-bending beauty that she could have any man on earth crawling on his knees just at a glance from her soul-stirring eyes. "Why does a useless whore like you have everything and I've got nothing?" She asked between clenched teeth. As she approached Jean, the girl was frantically searching for some way to appease her. She remembered Jake and how enamored she had been of her beautiful body so she stood up and tried to present herself in a lust inciting pose. She spread her legs and presented her gorgeous pussy but the fury of the woman was unrelenting. When she reached Jean, Mildred placed her hands on the girl's shoulders and applied sufficient pressure to force her to her knees. She wrapped her hand around the base of her cock and thrust her hips as she guided it to Jean's lovely lips. Thinking her situation hopeless, Jean suddenly saw the swaying cock as her only means of escaping the wrath of the woman. With some urgency she opened her mouth and allowed the head to be thrust against her tongue and the back of her throat, struggling to keep from choking. Somewhat mollified, Mildred settled down as she pumped her hips, working the cock in and out of the beautiful girl's mouth. She looked around the kitchen as unconcerned as a man taking a piss in a urinal. Perplexed at her own strange arousal to be treated like this by the woman, Jean began to suck more avidly, stroking the cock with her tongue as though the woman could actually feel it. She uttered a tiny moan of desire and Mildred seized the moment. Roughly she yanked the cock out of the sucking mouth and pulled Jean to her feet. As she pushed her to the table and forced her to lean over it, she wet her fingers and began to massage the girl's asshole. Jean started crying in panic, "Please don't do my asshole. Please, please, I couldn't stand it. I've never had anything stuck up there. Just fuck my pussy, will you?" "Hush, now, shhhhh, I'm not going to hurt you like I did Mike. I think you need this and I want to reward you for being such a good cocksucker, and liking it. Why, I imagine when I get through doing your asshole, you'll be coming down here every day begging for me to do you again." The tip of the cock pressed against Jean but would not penetrate the tight ring of muscle. "Now, Honey, you're going to have to relax and let me in. I could bounce a quarter off your asscheeks if I had one. You need to just let go, relax, let the muscles of your rear feel like they're melting, becoming soft and compliant. Why don't you turn around and suck some titty for a while until you become more relaxed." Mildred suggested as she unfastened her bodice and reached in to bring out one of her huge breasts. Jean gratefully accepted the reprieve and hurled herself against the monumental tit, hoping to arouse the woman so much that she might take her mind off fucking her ass. The voracious mouth was all over her highly sensitive tit. Mildred was surprised at her own arousal, she normally didn't like pussy sex but had it forced on her constantly by other members of the household. All the maids love to get at her huge tits and Mona would make her let them. None of them had ever elicited this kind of response from her. Jean desperately conceived a plan and had to force herself to utter, "Sit down on the table and let me suck your dick some more. I really love to suck on it." The cook gradually yielded to her expressed desire and worked herself back onto the table, one large haunch at a time. Just as she settled herself and before she could take hold of Jean with her arms or her legs, Jean bolted out the door and ran for her life towards the front part of the house. In her headlong flight she rounded and smashed straight into Mona. Her cousin seemed a little dazed as she recovered herself, sitting on the floor. The sight of Jean's magnificent nude body crouched solicitously over her cleared her mind in a matter of seconds. "Not that I have the slightest objection, but what are you doing naked and why were you running full tilt down the hall?" Jean had no choice but to relate to her what the cook and the handyman had tried to do, she could not think of a story that would explain her condition, though she was extremely fearful of retribution if she got the cook in trouble. Maybe Mona accepted that behavior from her cook against her other employees because Jean knew good cooks were hard to find. Yet the look of fury she saw on Mona's face told her the cook was in trouble. Mona stormed into the kitchen as Jean retreated to her room to find some clothes. "Get Mike in here and I want an explanation for what went on between you two and my extremely welcome guest." "But you told us to make her miserable. She came in here naked, I thought you made her go around like that. Please, Miz Mona, we were just trying to do what you said you wanted." When Mike came in, he explained how Jean came to be naked when he drove her out of the pool. His defense was also that he thought they were expected to torment her unwelcome guests. "Well, I suppose it was my fault for not explaining the change in plans but both of you should have checked with me before you stepped as far beyond the pale as you did. So tonight I want you both in my room where you will strip naked and submit to the cane wielded by Jean. I doubt if she will hurt you very much since she's such a pussy herself but I want her to know for good that she has nothing to fear from either of you. I want you both to be subservient to her and convince her of that fact. If I ever hear any tiny rumor that either of you have ever attempted any form of retribution, even a verbal insult, I guarantee you will be flayed alive and driven off the property by my own hand." The two miscreants gulped and agreed. That night in Mona's room, all the maids were gathered against one wall and were twittering nervously in hushed, expectant tones. Mike and Mildred were ushered into the room by Mona and told to strip. Some gasped when Mike pushed down his pants and underwear but most had seen his long dong much too often. Quite a bit more interest was aroused when Mildred took off her dress and stood in her panties and bra. This was due to the sexual preference carefully cultivated on the premises since Mona took charge. Mona unhooked Mildred's big bra and pulled it off to rain stinging slaps to the woman's big breasts. The watching maids had to clench their thighs rigidly together to relieve the pressure of their arousal as they watched the quivering mounds bouncing under the blows. Many of them had sucked on those huge breasts and most of them would like to again. "Bend over the table now!" Mona screamed. Mike and Mildred hastened to obey. The little gathering was completely stunned when Mona opened the door and brought in Agatha and Jean. Agatha looked quite sexy wearing a lovely dress with a short skirt loaned to her by Mona. She was greatly embarrassed by the attention she was receiving. When Jean entered wearing a black bustier with sheer black hose the little crowd hushed in rapt awe of the exquisite perfection of the girl. Her gorgeous, flawlessly rounded thighs were framed in black suspenders and ignited a rush of arousal in the assembly. "This is my Aunt Agatha and her daughter, Jean. They are quests in this house and are to be treated with the same respect you show to me." Mona announced and everyone read between the lines to know this cancelled all previous discussions about how these new guests were to be treated. Mike and Mildred here are going to learn how I deal with people who show disrespect to my guests." "But you told us before," Mike started to say in his defense but a withering look from Mona convinced him to hold his tongue. From a cabinet Mona extracted a thin whippy cane that was used only for the most flagrant violations. She handed the cane to Jean and told her to apply it liberally to the two exposed backsides. Jean had disciplined a few farm animals with a stout club but she had never hit another human being and she was not at all sure about what she was doing. But as she walked with such magnificent grace and dignity over to Mona to take the cane, she appeared as confident as a professional dominatrix. Most of the little maids were biting their knuckles to keep from crying out their raging admiration for her superb beauty. Many even bent slightly to see better how the cut of the bustier in back exposed quite a lot of the delightfully curvaceous hemispheres of her buttocks. Jean, however, was an unformed, malleable creature and was totally susceptible to the excitement of the crowd. She whistled the cane in a mighty arc, cutting deeply into Mike's buttocks and eliciting a gasp from the maids and a mighty cry of havoc from the man. Warming to her task, she gave a slicing, singing swing to Mildred's exposed ass and she screamed like she was being drawn and quartered. Jean continued with the cane and applied such vicious force that the maids almost had to turn away from the carnage and they would have if not for the compelling sight of Jean's gorgeous breasts that threatened to spill out over the edges of her bustier. After Jean stopped, Mildred started to rise and make a hasty exit. "Hold your place!" Mona warned, "She's not through with you." Then she brought out a huge strap on and knelt to fasten it around Jean's magnificent hips to the astonished delight of the audience. The sight of the huge girlcock bobbing tantalizingly from the girl's dazzling groin created a wave of delirious arousal in the room. Even Mona began to fantasize about being on the receiving end of it. "Maybe you better suck it, Mildred; you want to get it as well-lubed as you can, considering where Jean intends to put it." Mona warned. Fearfully, the cook swung around and dropped to her knees and took Jean's cock deep into her mouth. Totally unmindful of the spectacle she was making of herself, she worked to get the cock as wet as she could. All too soon, Jean told her to get back over the table. Mildred complied and reached back to stretch her asscheeks as wide as possible. When Jean penetrated her, she screamed like she was being rent asunder but the penetration actually began to arouse her most baser instincts. Soon she was moaning in delirious ecstasy as Jean worked the big dick in and out of her asshole. "Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck my ass, I love it. You can fuck my big ass any time you want to." Mildred's eager acceptance made Mona realize how her `punishment' had back-fired, Mildred could only moan as Jean gave in to the moment and fucked the big woman until she passed out senseless and had to be helped out of the room. The maids were released joking about what they could do to receive that kind of punishment and Mona rolled her eyes as she wondered how she was going to control all of them. Agatha "I've never worn anything that skimpy in my life!" Agatha forgot herself for a minute and was almost defiant to Mona who held up a sexy rendition of a maid's outfit. "I can't help it. That's the maid's uniform and you claim you want to work to earn your keep around here." "I do want to earn my keep. I've never been a freeloader but why can't I just work in normal clothes? That outfit would look fine on a girl Jean's age." "Well, Jean is not about to be a maid. I want to get her into modeling. I have an agency and, with her beauty, it'd be a crime not to share it with the world." "I didn't mean for you to make a maid out of her, I just meant the costume would be more for a girl than a woman of my age." Mona considered making a concession for her aunt's sake but she still harbored a pretty strong resentment against her from the way she had been treated as a child. "But all the other maids wear this costume and they might get upset if they thought you were getting preferential treatment. Put it on and let's see how you look in it." Agatha was after all Jean's mother and supplied half the genes that formed Jean. Age had not robbed her of a definite appeal and she would have been considered attractive enough if not compared to her daughter. She slipped off her gown and gave Mona a pretty good jolt since she had nothing under it. She slipped on the frilly lace panties and pulled them up to her waist. Then she stepped into the black silk dress and pulled it up and turned around for Mona to button the back. The skirt of the costume barely reached below her frilly panties as she sat down to glide the sheer hose up her curvaceous legs. She stood back up to attach the garters that ran down from the panties. While she did that, Mona wrapped the little white apron around her thin waist and then pinned on the little white cap." I bet I look ridiculous." "Come and look." Mona advised as she led the woman over to the full length mirrors in the corner of the room. Mona had intended the costume as a means to humiliate the woman but was surprised to see how stunning she looked in it. Agatha was amazed at how beautiful she looked and, for the first time in her life, she felt sexy. "My goodness," she mumbled, "it's not that bad." In fact the sight was so arousing that she reached under the skirt with its several built in petticoats and felt her pussy to see if she might be ruining the panties. Unfortunately, she felt quite a bit of moisture seeping into the panties. "Agatha! What are you doing? I can't condone you playing with yourself every time you see yourself in the mirror. Come over here and let me spank you for that little indiscretion." Mona was intent upon extracting some revenge for the many times the woman had spanked her for doing her chores less than perfectly when she was eight. "I was only making sure I wasn't ruining the panties." Agatha protested, embarrassed to have to submit to a woman so much younger, and kinfolk to boot. "Well, suppose every maid stopped and felt her panties every time she felt a little moisture, no work would ever get done. Maids are disciplined quite frequently in this house and you need to get used to it. Now come over here this instant." The tone of voice cowed the older woman and she hurried over to where Mona had sat down in a chair. "The panties don't need a spanking; slide them down to just below your asscheeks." Agatha meekly complied and then lay over the younger woman's lap. Mona began slapping her curvaceous ass with vigor and Agatha felt tears well up in her eyes, partly from the pain but mostly from the shame of being spanked like a little girl. However, beneath the shame, the abuse somehow made her feel more loved and feelings stirred within her much like she had felt on the bus with Jake and her daughter. Afterwards, Mona let her stand and then she opened her dressing gown and exposed her naked body. Agatha just looked at her in stunned silence, with a gnawing hunger growing in her own naked pussy. Jean Engels Ch. 03 "After someone is disciplined in this house, they always thank the one that disciplines them." "Thank...thank you for whipping me." "No, I mean if it's me or my mother, you suck our pussy. If it's Jack, her husband, you have to let him put his dick in your mouth." "But I've never done either or those things." "You've never been a maid before, either, but I expect you to learn." Totally admonished, Agatha got on her knees between Mona's lovely thighs and leaned forward to tentatively touch her mouth to the woman's bare pussy. "Open your mouth and move your tongue around my lips." "Yes, Ma'am, like this, Ma'am?" "Ooooouu, that's very good. You may be a natural born cuntsucker. Yes, do that, get my little clit right in your lips and pull on it." After bringing Mona to what she thought of as a tremendous orgasm, Agatha felt extremely proud of herself. She loved the way she looked, the way she had bravely taken the spanking and the way she had brought the woman off. She just preened as she went about her assigned chores. Later Jean came in and said, "Momma, Mona said she had to give you a spanking this morning. Did it hurt very much? She gave me some salve to rub on your buttocks." "I don't need any salve. It was just a light spanking. It hurt my pride more than anything else." "No," Mona insisted. "She said that spanking damages the muscles in your ass and the salve will help prevent that. She says she doesn't want to pull a pair of panties down and uncover a blotchy, discolored ass to spank." Agatha resigned herself to the indignity and pulled her panties down and bent over. Jean approached her and began massaging the salve tenderly into her roundly protruding asscheeks. "Momma, if you're going to do this kind of work, you're going to have to behave yourself and not be getting a lot of spankings." She said as she began to work the salve deep into the cleft of her mother's ass. "She didn't spank my asshole but that feels so good." "Bend over a little more and let me slide a finger in you." Jean suggested, feeling strangely aroused by touching her mother's ass. Agatha complied by bending over enough to touch the floor, "Oh, honey, you're sure learning a lot from the perverts in this house. That's making Momma so hot. Just slide it in and out like that." "Mona said you also sucked her pussy for her. Did you enjoy sucking a pussy and being a nasty slut for your niece?" "I didn't mind. I really liked getting her off, it made me feel so worthwhile. Especially after she's done so much, taken us in and give me this fine job and all. She said maybe there would be a salary. We could save every penny because we have no expenses." "How come you've never sucked my pussy? Do I have to spank you first?" "Just give me a couple of swats to get me in the mood." Jean slapped her ass a few times and then said, "That should be enough, Momma, I don't have any more salve and I don't want to risk bruising your lovely ass. Just go ahead and get down on your knees. You can take my panties down now if you want to." Even while suffering a little chagrin to be bossed around so blatantly by her onetime totally dependent daughter, Agatha's work habit and unquestioning obedience to authority was too deeply ingrained. She reluctantly slid off the gorgeous thighs and knelt between them. Perhaps Jean had lost respect for her because she apparently liked to be spanked. Well, that was just too damned bad, life is far too short to please everybody so you might as well please yourself. If she liked letting Mona whip her, then she was going to do things to get spanked and Jean could just get used to it. She lovingly lowered her daughter's panties and leaned in between the spreading thighs and started licking the top of her pussy until the clit began to erect and slide out of its hood, then she put her lips around it and pulled on it like Mona liked. Jean became highly aroused, placed her hands on her mother's head and began to fuck her pretty face by thrusting her pelvis forward. Agatha wrapped her arms low around Jean's hips and began to vigorously squeeze her luscious buns. "Put a finger in my ass. Oh, yes, what a nasty mother you turned out to be. I should have spanked you a long time ago." Jean Engels Ch. 04 After several climaxes from her mother sucking her pussy, Jean finally had enough and Agatha was completely wasted. Before she left the room, she told her mother that Mona had invited Helen DeMerit, the manager of her agency over to meet them. A fashion outfit had been ordered for her to wear and would be delivered soon. "When it arrives, bring it up to my room. I've been instructed to shave my pussy in a bikini cut but I'm not sure what that is." "Don't you want me to help you with the shaving?" "No, I want you to wait downstairs for the delivery I just got through telling you about. Louise, the upstairs maid, shaves Mona all the time so I'm sure she's qualified to help me." "But she'll have to see your pussy..." "She's seen it before like every other female in this house." The mother still felt a little perturbed to be taking such formal orders from her own daughter and she was shocked and jealous to learn all the other maids were after her daughter's pussy but she had to consider her daughter was under the mantle of Mona's protection and was entitled to do what she wanted with the domestic help, including her own mother. She waited for the delivery and took it upstairs amid a flurry of activity as every maid in the house was helping her daughter to dress. When the doorbell rang late that afternoon, Agatha went to let in Mona's manager. The woman standing at the door was a very attractive older woman dressed very chic, the leading edge of fashion. Agatha was daunted by such a display of big city wealth and worldliness. She lapsed into an absolute subservience, the like of which she had not exhibited since as a young wife, she had met the owner of all the bottomland in the county. The man had owned the very land she and her husband had farmed on shares. Fawning over the lady, just short of bowing and scraping, she was incredibly thrilled when the woman reached around under her skirt and pinched her bottom. She could do nothing but blush and giggle in embarrassment, her hand up to her face. Such submissive behavior charged the older woman's predatory nature and she reached under the skirt and boldly cupped Agatha's pussy through her ruffled panties. Agatha could only stammer and hold her hands behind her back as though to ensure that she would not attempt to interfere with what the woman was doing. "What a cute outfit, I'm going to have to get one for my maid. Oh, you do look so sexy; I may have to spank your saucy behind for being so adorable." The woman chattered as they entered the living room where Mona and Jean awaited. Mona came over and grabbed the woman as soon as she entered and led her over to Jean who stood to meet her. "Jean Engels, this is Helen DeMerit, the woman I wanted you to meet. Helen is manager of the Gearhart Agency. If she thinks you can be a model, we are going to launch your new career immediately." Helen was visibly stunned by the perfect beauty of the girl. Her eyes widened in amazement as she gazed in rapt admiration. "My heavens, I can't believe you are not already on the cover of every magazine in the world. Where have you been hiding? Has any other agency seen you?" "Why, no, I have lived most of my life on a farm but we lost it on account of poor soil." "Thank goodness for that. Else you never would have come to the big city to share your beauty with the world. You are absolutely ravishing. If we could clone you a few times, every other model would just have to get a breast augmentation and settle for the skin business because they would all be totally out of work. Listen, I have a contract with me, I brought it presuming the things Mona said about you were true and I can see that she was not nearly extravagant enough in her claims." Mona suffered some trepidation because this woman was used to looking at the most beautiful women in the world and had succumbed so quickly to Jean's ravishing charms. Seeing Helen capitulate so quickly made her fearful about what she was helping to create. "This is a standard super model contract that a girl is not usually offered until she has already made it big but, in your case, I think that's just a matter of time. Salary is based on a percentage which is the only way to make really big money. If you are willing to work hard and travel a little, the money will flow like a river. I brought some things for you to try on, just diaphanous wrap around things that would fit anyone of normal proportions. Do you mind doing that just so I can say that I interviewed you? I would hate to sign someone to this type of contract who ended up having a tattoo or other disfigurement somewhere on her body. You understand?" "Jean wouldn't mind a bit and I'm sure you will enjoy it immensely." Mona interjected, suddenly desirous to see Jean in the outfits Helen selected. Helen handed Jean two shopping bags and Mona told her to change in the bedroom down the hall. Agatha was summoned to assist and the mother took the bags and led her daughter to the next room. When they were gone, Mona grabbed Helen's hand and led her over behind an alcove where she removed a huge painting and set it on the floor. There was a large one-way mirror. "My stepfather had this installed so he and mother could spy on some of the couples at their swinging parties who were too shy to do anything in a crowd." "Mercy, I hope they never used it on me!" "Oh, yeah, you're so intent on protecting your modesty. They could get you to do anything right here in the living room. You'd flaunt your pussy in church if there was the slimmest chance the deacons were not heavily armed." They were watching as Agatha led Jean in and began undressing her. With each article of clothing removed, Mona and Helen had to squeeze their thighs together in search of relief. Helen quickly got behind Mona and humped her ass savagely, watching over her shoulder as Jean's nakedness was revealed. Mona had to put her hands to either side of the mirror to keep from being driven through it. Inside the bedroom, Agatha was overcome by the sight of Jean's shaven pussy and knelt down to suck her bare, baby-looking pussy. "Why that horny old whore, I certainly didn't know this was going on." Mona commented. "What? That your little maid has the hots for your niece? I would be surprised to find one around here that didn't." "She happens to be her mother. I'm making her be the maid as a sort of retribution for the way she once treated me as a young girl." "For Pete's sake, imagine holding a grudge that long. That is one very attractive woman. I wouldn't mind giving her a work out on my wet cunt." "Good, you can have her and I'll take the daughter." "Well, I didn't say that but from the way they're going at it, we should be able to have our way with both of them. I love a young girl who likes pussy." "I'm not sure she does. I've never known her to go down on anyone. Mostly she just allows things to be done to her." "I think it would be asking way too much to expect her to sully that extravagantly beautiful mouth on another woman's nasty cunt. It is enough that she allows other women to pay homage to her. I've had models with a lot less natural charm who thought such an act was beneath them. I would be content to enjoy her youth and beauty." "From the way you are humping me, I bet you wish you'd brought your strap-on." "Oh, I did, honey, I just don't want to waste it on your sorry ass. I'd like to do the daughter while you make the mother suck my butt." "I can make her do anything. She expects any minute to be thrown out on the street. She knows she was very cruel to me and was surprised that I even took her in." "I bet you took one look at her daughter and signed the house over to her, didn't you?" "No, but I certainly lost al thoughts of retribution." "You better be a little nicer, with the money that girl will make, you might end up being her mother's maid." "I'd sell my ass on the street first." "You'd starve to death, have you ever looked at the competition?" "You seem to like it enough, the way you're going at it." "Honey, I'm just teasing you. You know I never make jokes about anything when it's true." Helen reassured her, then couldn't help but add, "Haven't you ever noticed that I don't make any ugly jokes when you're around?" "Oh, you loathsome old crone, I need to get my bullwhip after your scrawny old ass." "Promises, promises, you haven't even bothered to give me a hand spanking in several years." "That's just kind of the way I'm made. I've seldom lusted after something I've already had. Even with young girls I have trouble getting interested a second time." "Look, they're ready to leave. We better get the painting re-hung." "No, let's just leave it, no one will come in here and there should be some more shows since you brought so many outfits. Let's just be cool and let them play around together when she changes. The mother-daughter thing turns me on." "Okay, but I don't know how long I can stay cool, that daughter has my hormones in an uproar already. I was thinking about asking her if I could eat the shit out of her ass just so I could see where it came from." "Come on, we'll find a way to get her to bare her bottom without you having to demean yourself that much." They just made it to their seats when Agatha entered and held the door for a few counts before Jean made her entrance clad in a filmy tan and brown nightdress that blended perfectly with her coloring, especially her magnificent bronze colored hair and eyes. Her gorgeous breasts were bare under the gauzy material making her nipples visible and one fantastically shapely leg jutted out every alternate step from between the folds of the gown as she walked. The seated women were beside themselves with delight as they feasted their eyes on such unbelievable loveliness. Jean swung around in a smart turn and the skirt billowed out, exposing a glimpse of her provocative legs. "Jean, darling, would you mind lifting your skirts and letting us see how the panties look?" Helen asked meekly. And Mona thought that for Helen, waiting until after the turn was about as cool as she was capable of being. Jean hoisted the voluminous skirts and held them around her waist and rotated slowly. The panties were bikini cut with a thin strip covering her shaved pussy and a throng exposing her luscious asscheeks to the rapt stares of her audience. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Mona and Helen running to the one-way to watch Jean getting dressed with Agatha taking liberties, then the women were trying every tactic to get Jean out of the clothes when she came to show them. Once Helen asked her to lower the bodice so she could see how she looked in the bronze colored bra and Jean pushed the gossamer material down to the delight of the woman. "I meant I wanted to see how you would have looked had you been wearing one." Helen's panties were dripping at the sight of her magnificent, bare breasts when Jean finally put her bodice back in place. When the last article was shown, Jean left to get back into her regular clothes and Helen grabbed Agatha and pulled her onto her lap. Immediately her hand shot up under her short skirt. "I want you to stay in here, Jean can dress herself. Open your legs a bit and let me pet your cute pussy, won't you?" Agatha looked nervously at Mona but Mona just smiled her consent and said, "You keep our guest happy, I'll go see if Jean needs any help." "Sweetie, let me take your titties out and play with them. You don't mind, do you, dear? That's a good girl." Helen cooed as she worked the bodice down and began to suck on the exposed nipples. Her hand worked on Agatha's pussy until it was creaming copiously. The other hand slid around behind, up under the skirt and down the frilly panties. Still in awe of Helen, Agatha was just coming to realize that sexual attraction had nothing to do with such arbitrary distinctions as social position. Especially with Helen who had no concern that Agatha was a dirt farmer's wife as she launched a multi-faceted assault. "Come on, Sweetie, loosen up a little. Here, let me kiss you." Agatha obediently bent her head down to touch their lips together but was shocked to feel a wet tongue invading her mouth. Her initial reaction was to jerk away but the soft probing tongue felt so good in her mouth, she relaxed and then she realized she was expected to suck on the invader. Her rising passion blocked out her ingrained revulsion at the thought of touching another person's tongue and Helen felt a sharp upturn in sexual arousal as Agatha began to suck her tongue wildly. Agatha had never participated in sex with someone who consciously worked on getting her aroused and she was becoming so enflamed from Helen's fingering of her pussy and her ass that she felt compelled to get on her knees. Agatha twisted out of the woman's lap and pushed her chic dress up to her waist and yanked her panties off. What she saw boggled her mind. She had not seen enough pussies to realize what a rarity it was but she knew the huge clit standing erect as big as her thumb was very unusual. Helen smiled at her astonishment, then reached down to press with both hands against the sides of her clit to free it completely from its hood. "Let me get it completely erect and then, if you're a good girl and take your dress off, I'll let you suck on it. Do you want to put it in your mouth, or do you just want to stare at it? It does seem to enervate most women the first time they see it." Agatha stood up and let her loosened clothing fall to her feet, then leaned forward to take the huge clit into her mouth. The feel of it pressing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth was causing her passion to soar. She sucked and sucked while Helen pumped her hips as though fucking her face. After two delicious orgasms of her own, she felt an immense, shuddering climax building in Helen. She felt Helen slide her legs as wide as possible, then pulled her mouth off the clit and pushed it down into the gaping hole of her cunt. The juices flowed so intensely that Agatha could not nearly keep up in her compulsion to lick up every drop. "Swallow those juices you slutty little maid and then I'm going to spank you for being so nasty!" Agatha just cringed at these words, pressing her thighs together as the masterful woman took charge of her desire. Then she nearly swooned as she crawled up over the woman's lap and fitted their pussies together, hoping during the spanking she could somehow get the huge clit worked up into her yearning cunt. Inside the adjoining bedroom, Mona just watched in lascivious delight as Jean shed the baby doll pajamas she had been modeling that had almost driven her and Helen over the edge. "Helen wants to fuck your mother so I volunteered to come in and help you dress." Not that she felt compelled to explain her actions, she just never missed an opportunity to demean Agatha as though it in some way detracted from Jean's overwhelming aura. "But she's a woman; she doesn't have anything to fuck Momma with." "They made a rare exception in her case." Perplexed, Jean nonchalantly slid the baby doll panties down and off, then picked them up to fold them together with the top and return them to the shopping bag. Then she just walked around in her free, naked state while Mona sat transfixed by her stunning beauty. "You can keep anything there that you would like." Mona told her, indicating the two shopping bags. "Oh, I would like to keep all of it. I've never had such fine things to wear. I just don't know where I'd wear any of this; they all seem to be intended for somebody's honeymoon." "I'd be glad to take you shopping and buy you things you can wear on other occasions besides a honeymoon." Jean ran to where Mona was sitting and jumped into her lap. "Oh, would you really? I would love that! I've never been shopping, Momma'd just pick up whatever I needed that we could afford at the big K-mart in the next town when she was there." As though to demonstrate her gratitude, she rubbed her luscious, naked asscheeks tantalizingly around the woman's lap. Mona had never encountered such girlish glee over such a small thing. Whenever she bought things for her girlfriends, they just accepted it as their due. "Wait, if you're going to sit in my lap, let me pull my dress up so you can sit on my naked thighs." She said as Jean rose up slightly for her to slide her dress up to her waist. "It makes me so excited when you do that. I'll have to pet your precious little pussy if you keep up that rubbing with your beautiful ass." "You can pet it if you want to." Jean said as she opened her gorgeous thighs in awesome invitation. "I'll even lay down on the bed and let you suck it if you promise to take me shopping." "Have you ever sucked a pussy?" "No, I'm not that kind of girl. Oh, I don't mind when another woman wants to do it to me; it feels great, actually. But I really don't understand why a woman wants to put her mouth in such a nasty place." Mona felt an irresistible urge to force the issue. Fearful that her gamble would not pay off, Mona knew that the city and especially the money that would soon be coming in would alter this sweet country girl. She did not want to miss what may be her last opportunity with the girl feeling such immense obligation to her. Having her own money would soon dispel any obligations she might feel. Thus she decided to risk making the girl angry, perhaps too furious to be appeased, "That's what it would take to make me want to take you shopping." "But you offered just while ago to do it for nothing." Jean said, thoroughly perplexed. Then like a bright light turned on in a dark room, she suggested, "How about I kiss it for you, through your panties? Would that be all right?" The implication that Jean was considering the proposal filled Mona with such raging desire that she could barely talk. "But I want...you to put your...tongue...inside..." The pained look on the classically beautiful face seemed to be leaning towards refusal and Mona's heart nearly stopped at that unbearable prospect. Quickly deciding to settle for half a loaf, she conceded, "All right, just kiss it through my panties and, if you begin to feel like it, you can slide them down if you want to." "It's not likely that I will like it that much. Are you sure you want to make me do this?" Jean said with undisguised anger as she got down on her knees and resentfully pushed Mona's pretty thighs apart. Her little girl persona and childish charm evaporated and she was like a churlish child being forced to eat her vegetables. Such an abrupt reaction caused Mona to fear that she had pushed the girl to the very brink of refusal. She immediately began to mollify the girl, trying to shift her mind to focus on what she would receive and off what she would have to give. "Think of the fun we'd have. We could go to every major store and get you dresses, skirts, blouses, and pretty silk underwear instead of those cheap, cotton things your have." Jean's eyes lit up once again but with still some resentment, she asked, "How long do I have to kiss it?" "Just for a little while, just to see if you like it." "I can already tell you I won't like it." Jean complained as she scooted forward on her knees. Mona raised her thighs and hooked them over the arms of the chair. She looked down with some pride at her prominent mound and wondered how a woman could resist it. Jean bent forward stiffly and placed her closed mouth right on the panty covered mound. The aroma at first repelled her and then began to seem almost intoxicating as her nose grew accustomed to the scent. Her mouth opened of its own accord and her tongue came out and licked tentatively at the soaking wet panties. The tangy taste seemed to combine with the scent to create an almost unbearable amalgamation of sensation. The sharp intake of breath she heard from Mona caused a pang of desire to begin growing in her own pussy. Her tongue was energized and began rolling over the wet panties and pushing up into the cleft where it fluttered insanely. Omigod, she thought, I feel like I want to suck her pussy. Embarrassed and humiliated, she reached up with her hands to grasp the waistband of Mona's tiny panties. She did not look up; she did not want to see the satisfied smirk on the woman's face as her hips raised slightly and the panties came slowly down. Jean Engels Ch. 04 Becoming delirious with raging desire, Jean's mind shut out the implications of what she was doing and concentrated completely on what she was feeling. As though it had been doing it for years, her tongue reached deep between the folds of Mona's pussy lips and ran up to enclose the clit and suck it briefly until the woman's desire leapt to another level and then went back to dwell in the soaking wet hole to begin again. Mona's hips were bucking against the sucking mouth as her mind slowly shattered in explosive ecstasy. When the mightiest orgasm of her life swept through Mona and left her sprawled and spent with her thighs apart, Jean licked up every drop of the exhilarating nectar as though she could never get enough. She wanted nothing else but to make the woman cum again so she could have more. When it became evident that the woman was completely spent, Jean climbed back into her lap, "My God," she declared, "I didn't know it could be so good. It really doesn't matter that it's so nasty! I just loved sucking your pussy and I can hardly wait to do it again." "I may not ever get over that. I think it all exploded out the top of my head and took my little mind with it." Finally they worked up enough energy to move back into the living room where they watched Agatha sucking languidly on Helen's huge clit. Jean got the impression that all her mother wanted was to have that huge clit in her mouth. Aroused by the sight, she moved to stand close and watch Helen pump her long clit into her mother's mouth like she was fucking a knothole in a fence. "I think your momma's getting a little tired. Now that I have her stripped down naked, why don't you slap her ass until she gets re-energized?" Helen suggested. "No, I couldn't. I can't spank my own mother." Jean had no qualms about it and had spanked her mother before but she had no wish to humiliate her for the enjoyment of these wealthy women. 'Well, maybe you'd like to take her place and give her a little relief?" "I'll suck it for you if you want me to." "Agatha, honey," she said gently. "why don't you take a little break? Let your daughter suck on my little cockie for a while." Agatha rather reluctantly let the clit slide out of her mouth and moved to one side. Jean's excitement jumped quickly to a fever pitch as she got on her knees and took the huge clit into her hot mouth. Her excitement jumped to another level as Helen began to buck her hips up to fuck her in the mouth. Agatha unashamedly moved down to lick her daughter's darling asshole. Jean just opened her mouth and let the clit slide in and out as her delirium grew and grew and finally exploded. As she slumped forward, she felt the wetness of Helen's climax as the juices seeped into her mouth. The taste made her as ravenous as Mona's pussy juice had before. Jean did get to go shopping but she had changed fundamentally. The beautiful clothes that excited her immensely was not nearly as significant as the delicious shop girls in their short skirts with their perky breasts behind starched blouses. One of them came in the changing room and asked Jean if she wanted her to check the fit of some panties she was trying on and Jean consented only to have the girl kneel and pull the panties off so she could suck her adorable pussy. When she finished, Jean made her stand up so she could get her short skirt up and panties down to her thighs. She got a lovely dose of pussy juice and began to be amazed that so many girls were available. The good tasting juice of the shop girl seemed to apply to all females. Jean bought a dozen of the panties. When Jean began working, all the models she worked with recognized that her great beauty would quickly conquer the industry so they were eager to hitch their wagon to a star and none would deny her anything. Even the seemingly very straight ones would not hesitate to open their thighs if Jean indicated any interest. Jean showed interest in every cunt she saw, like a three-year-old lost in a candy store for several months. Prime pussy was so easy for her. As her reputation grew and supermodel status was attained and surpassed, they had to create a new status - Mega-model, all she had to do was slap a pretty girl on the ass and the girl would have her dress up and panties down before Jean could get to her knees. The rampant influx of so much gratifying pussy caused her tastes to gradually become more discriminating. She began to ease off taking on all comers and to be aroused only by certain types of girls. She was attracted to innocence and loved to corrupt young girls who had never tried pussy love before. However, she was even more aroused by really dominant types who cared nothing for her status as a model and only sought to use her for her tremendous beauty, as though eager to defile it. This type she did not meet often in the modeling ranks, these she had to seek out, and then she discovered female biker bars. Jean Engels Ch. 05 The first biker bar she saw did not register as anything but a bunch of motorcycles parked around a seedy looking bar. Then she saw many tough looking females standing around and noticed there were no males. The biker males stayed away from the place after a few encounters with the vicious females but sometimes an unsuspecting male or two would wander in and would quickly be driven away with shouts and jeers and the rattling of chains. The males would usually yield because no glory would be attained fighting women if they won but a lot could be instantly shattered if they lost. Just such an incidence transpired as Jean drove past. She saw in her rear view mirror the ferocious females driving away a couple of young males who had unknowingly trespassed. Her passion ignited as she realized the type of place this was and she hurriedly found a parking place for her Jaguar and walked back to the bar. Her intense beauty was met with some measure of awe as she casually strolled in. Even some of the most hardened dykes were intimidated by such perfection. Some, however, were confident enough in their own appeal that they felt challenged by her beauty, rather than cowed by it. These women gathered around her like buzzing bees around an aromatic flower. They jostled for position and tried to intimidate each other. Jean was fascinated by all of them and just as her interest was further aroused by one, another would come up and wrest her attention away. Then a woman entered the bar preceded by a young femme in a frilly dress who pointed excitedly at Jean as though the woman would never find her on her own. A strange hush fell immediately over the loud crowd and some standing around Jean quickly withdrew so as not to appear to be trespassing. The woman had on a pair of leather pants which clung tightly to her gorgeous legs. Her blouse was white silk and so low cut that her huge breasts threatened to spill out over the top at any moment and they quivered enticingly when she walked. Over that was the standard black leather jacket full of studs and metal decorations. She turned her back and Jean saw a beautifully drawn silver gray wolf's head on the back of the jacket which either declared that she was a lone wolf and belonged to no gang or she belonged to a pack of wolves. Either way did not matter, Jean was so smitten by her savage appeal. Suddenly her suitors melted away as the newcomer turned to study her with intense eyes. A low murmur ran through the crowd when Jean stood up and placed her stiletto heel on the chair where she had been sitting. The movement caused her skirt to ride up provocatively, exposing the most faultless thigh anyone in the room had ever seen. The newcomer's eyes glanced briefly at the displayed thigh and then back to her face where she held Jean's eyes riveted to her own. Then she approached Jean with her large breasts swaying hypnotically, causing Jean's pussy to turn creamy and hot as she stood paralyzed like a bird mesmerized by a snake. "My name's Kate, do you want to spread your pussy over the back of my bike?" Jean nodded and recovered the use of her limbs as she followed behind the woman, her gaze arrested by the swaying hips and the leather belt slung low around them. When they arrived at her monstrous bike, the woman swung her leg over it and kicked the motor to roaring life. She revved the engine, displaying its power while waiting for Jean to pull her skirt up enough to swing on behind her. Many of the females had scurried out of the bar to watch the model mount the bike. Unmindful of the leering looks, Jean busily lifted her skirt all the way to her waist, exposing her panties completely to the lustful crowd. Then Jean wrapped her arms around the thin waist but the biker girl pulled her arms up around her tits, then the bike's savage power was unleashed and they sprang forward with their speed escalating rapidly. Jean's fingers found Kate's hard nipples and she held one each between her thumb and index finger as she swayed giddily on the bike, her skirt flying back with the wind, her gorgeous legs completely exposed. She held on mainly by clenching her thighs around the biker's hips. Touching the dominant's nipples and squeezing her hips between her thighs was driving Jean to distraction. She had no idea where they were going but knew she could not refuse if it was straight to hell. Dominant women had aroused her before but this woman was dominant in a barroom full of dominants. It must have been midnight when the biker pulled up and stopped in front of a run down dirty shack way outside of the city. "I found this place a few months ago and it seemed to be deserted so I sort of claim squatters rights." "The wolf on your jacket, do you belong to a club or does it mean Lone Wolf?" "I don't belong to any club, too many restrictions." "Why don't you write Lone Wolf on it?" "That would be pretty gauche, don't you think? If I had to write it? Can't you tell it represents a lone wolf since I'm alone?" "Sure, I guess, if I had more experience with that sort of thing." "Woman like you coming here, were you slumming?" "I don't know what that means." "Driving around to look at and make fun of the poor people." "No, I would never do that. I've been poor as dirt most of my life. I've just recently made a lot of money as a model." "Guess you have to suck a lot of ass to get gigs like that." "Not too many, my beauty opens a lot of doors. I just suck ass for the fun of it." "Then I guess you'll be sniffing around mine pretty soon. Most girls can't resist it for very long." "Are we going to go in? I feel sort of cold." "I didn't notice but you must have left your mink at the bar." Kate said as she swung her leg forward over the handlebars and slid off the seat. She reached to hold Jean as she slid off. There was a camper stove inside that burned propane gas and Kate lit it to make some coffee. "Momma cooked on a coal oil stove until I was about ten and we got a loan to put in a propane tank." Jean remarked idly, as she curled up on the cot with a quilt wrapped around her shoulders. "What the hell is coal oil?" Kate asked as she finished with the coffee pot and set it on the burner to boil. "I guess you would call it kerosene." "How long have you been off the farm?" Kate came over and sat beside her on the bed. She ran her hand casually up Jean's skirt, pushing it up with her wrist. "Almost three months now." Jean offered no resistance but widened her thighs invitingly as Kate's fingers pushed against her pussy. "And you're already a big money model? I guess your beauty does open doors. Though you looked sort of plain to me at the bar, I just took you because I knew you were way out of your league. Those dykes would have sucked you dry and thrown away the husk." "And what do you plan to do to me? Do you want my panties off or on?" "First I want you off my goddamned cot and on the floor where you belong." Jean hastily complied, fearful of the assertive tone. "Why do I have to be on the floor?" "So you can take my boots off." Jean struggled with the tight boots and finally slung her leg over, grasped the heel in both hands and leaned forward with all her weight. Taking a step to keep from falling when the boot suddenly released, she set it down and stepped over the other leg. She repeated the process but was more ready for the boot to release and did not have to step forward. She set the boot down, still holding the outstretched leg which she slowly pulled up between her thighs and began to rub her pussy against Kate's knee. "You left my socks on, slut." Holding the leg up tighter against her pussy, Jean reached down and pulled off the socks from both feet. "Quit humping my leg and get down there and suck my sweaty toes." Kate commanded as Jean swung around and sat down at her feet with her knees up and thighs spread, displaying her tantalizing panty covered pussy. She held Kate's foot and started sucking each toe and running her tongue between them. Kate was merely following an established pattern that submissive women seemed to expect. The sight of such a magnificently beautiful girl sucking her toes and exposing her panties and puffy mound was causing her to lose concentration. "Do you really want to go through the whole routine?" She asked Jean. "I don't know anything about a routine." "You're a submissive slut, aren't you?" "I don't know. I 'm fascinated by your aggressiveness, does that make me a submissive?" "Normally, but maybe not necessarily, do you like to be ordered to do degrading things and spanked when you fail to comply?" "No, I'm not like that. I just want to be close to your strength and power and beauty." "All right, I was just going through the motions that I thought you would expect. I wonder if that's happened before and I never realized it, I've always just treated every submissive the same way. Come on up and let's just snuggle a while and forget the playacting." Although Jean appreciated this new attitude of consideration, she slightly missed the degradation she had felt when Kate was thoughtlessly using her. Gradually, as Kate's tender kisses awakened deeper emotions than casual sexual thrills, Jean began to respond with levels of her soul she had never felt before. She felt her deepest self had been used to make sausage for dogs. She began to feel stirrings of a more honest emotion as she responded thoroughly to Kate with all of her being. For a long time, they mostly just kissed, though Jean could not keep from occasionally touching the woman's pussy once she got the leather pants off. Jean began to crave Kate's saliva like she had other women's cunt juice. Lying on her back with Kate hovered over her, she sucked her lover's tongue as avidly and as excitedly as she had ever sucked a pussy. Kate knew by the reactions she was eliciting that the supermodel was falling completely under her sway. She felt she could do anything to this enthralled female and she would only come back for more. This feeling of absolute power had always generated in her an awesome desire to dominate and degrade the pathetic women who inspired it. But with Jean, she felt no such emotion. Perhaps it was Jean's humble upbringing that aroused no feelings of spite in the biker. She had no desire to humiliate this person of privilege even though she had always extracted revenge on wealthy women before. She only felt a deep respect and an urgent need to protect and a powerful feeling of attachment. Gradually she allowed Jean to squirm her way down to her pussy and she eventually widened her thighs and let the supermodel suck her pussy to her hearts content but instead of the disgust she usually felt for a cuntlicker, she felt only a need to respond in kind. For the first time with a conquest, she squirmed around so that she could get her mouth on Jean's pussy; she became a contemptible cuntlicker herself. About noon they were startled out of their sleep by a loud banging on the door. Kate pulled on her pants and jacket and opened the door, stepping out to see a rather irate man berating her, "I knew there was somebody in there. Listen, this is my property and you're guilty of trespassing. Now I suggest if you want to stay out of jail, you'll get your stuff and get on your little tricycle and get out of here!" The man's obscenely huge van was parked and Kate could see people in it. "We'll be going after a while. This place seemed deserted. We traveled all night and we just need to get a little more rest." "You're leaving right now or I'll have the sheriff out here to put you off. I'm going to burn this shack down to keep any more riff raff from coming in here." Kate saw a woman's face peeping anxiously out the window of the van. Hoping to find someone a little more reasonable, she walked over and asked. "Is this maniac your husband? Will you please tell him that we will be out of here as soon as we can but we can't just grab everything and leave on a minute's notice?" "I'm not telling him anything." The woman replied huffily, "You have no business being here in the first place. Now I suggest that if you want to avoid trouble, you'll mind him immediately like everyone else does." Kate could see inside the van quite clearly and only a young girl of about twelve occupied the back, despite three large seats. She would have tried talking to her but was convinced pig-headedness ran in the family. "Do you have a cell phone?" She asked the frowning woman. "No, not with me, did you want to call for a moving van?" The snotty woman laughed at her little joke. Just then, Jean came out clad in a long T-shirt of Kate's that she found. The man who had been so adamant about them leaving was so stunned by her ravishing beauty that he could not quite make himself move. Grabbing the woman's purse laying on the seat just in case she had a spare key to the van, Kate took it with her as she walked over and picked up a length of rope and approached the man. "What do you think you're going to do, girlie?" "I'm going to tie you to a goddamned tree and leave you there until we get ready to leave." "I'm afraid you're not big enough for such an ambitious project." He said, stepping back into what he imagined to be a deadly defensive stance. Kate spun around like a furious whirlwind and landed a devastating blow against the side of his head with her foot and, as he fell, she planted two more blows straight into his face. He was out for a good while and came to with his arms stretched around a tree and tied securely. The wife grabbed her daughter and came running over as Kate was tying the man to the tree. "What are you going to do to us? She screamed. "Do what you want to me but please don't hurt my daughter." Kate recognized the signs of a complete submissive as she took the woman's hand and led her into the shack. The daughter followed curiously. "What are you going to do to me? Are you going to make me take my clothes off? I will cooperate fully if you promise to leave my daughter alone." "We promise." Kate said grimly and Jean had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as the woman surrendered to this savage threat and began pulling her dress up over her head. She hung her head in shame as she reached behind to undo her bra and let her huge titties hang free. "The panties, too?" she asked with a touch of eagerness, her hands already hooked into the waistband and the panties half down. "Of course, the panties, how can we treat you like our whore with your panties on?" "Don't you dare call me those names in front of my daughter." She said more curtly than she intended. "Oh, so you are defying me already? Get over my lap! I'm going to spank you for your impertinence." Kate announced. "No. Please don't, not in front of my daughter." The wife squealed as she scurried over with her panties in hand to throw herself across Kate's lap. Kate started slapping her well rounded ass, then inserted one hand between her widened legs to press against her sopping wet pussy. The woman bore her punishment stoically at first as she ground her pussy into Kate's hand. Soon she began to grimace as the blows landed sharply, "Please stop. I can't take any more. I'll...I'll suck you if you'll stop." "You'll suck my pussy?" Kate asked, punctuated with a vicious slap. "Yes, I promise." "You'll suck my feet?" SLAP! "Yes." "How about my ass?" SLAP! "Yes, I will suck your ass." Kate stopped and shoved the woman to the floor. "Start with my feet." The woman knelt in utter ecstasy and began laving her toes and sucking them into her voracious mouth with such burning desire that Kate expected to see smoke streaming off her toes. Quickly she kissed up Kate's gorgeous legs, leaving a wet trail from her ankles to the top of her shapely thighs. Kate had no panties to impede her so she plunged her tongue into the thick morass of hair, searching for the slit that she craved, her breath heaving hot air all over Kate's crotch. Once Kate reached a few orgasms, she pushed the woman away so she could rake a breather. The wife walked over to Jean. "I suppose you're going to want to spank me and make me do things to you, too." "If you wish," Jean uttered and sat down on the cot as the woman lunged over her lap, presenting her already brightly colored buttocks. Jean lit into her ass with a vengeance, disgusted with her hypocritical behavior. The harder she spanked, the more fervently the woman begged to be punished. She pulled herself up on her knees and spread her thighs obscenely and pleaded for Jean to also spank her pussy. She complied, the woman so wet that each spank splattered moisture everywhere. After a while, the lady began to cringe under the blows, "Please stop. I'll suck your pussy and your toes and your ass." She conceded. When Jean stopped hitting her, she eagerly crawled down and pulled Jean's toe into her burning mouth and sucked voraciously. The man tied to the tree heard the screams of pain and ecstasy coming from the shack and assumed they were dismembering his wife and daughter. He would have felt a lot worse about that if he had not been so god awful worried about what they intended to do to him. Inside, the daughter was curled up in peaceful bliss in Kate's arms. The mother was stretched out on her stomach on the cot with her face buried in Jean's ass, also stretched out on her tummy. "Honey," the lady asked timidly as she tried to lift Jean's gorgeous hips, "can you raise up on your knees so I can get my tongue pushed down into your lovely asshole. I want to do it so bad." She asked with such gleeful, honest desire that Jean complied and even reached back with both hands to help hold her cheeks apart for the woman's ecstatic tongue. After her final and finest orgasm at Jean's beautiful behind, the mother went peacefully to sleep. They moved her gently to the floor so they could fold up the cot with the camper stove wrapped inside it. Putting her few other belongings in a large duffel bag, they loaded the back of the bike. When they exited the shack, the man tied to the tree either fainted or tried to pretend he was already dead. "With all this junk, you'll have to ride up here sidesaddle on the tank," Kate said and then adopted a high-pitched voice, "but I'll let you play with my pussy if you promise not to hurt my daughter." Jean could not help but laugh at the fair imitation of the mother. Supposedly fully clothed now, Jean slid up on the gas tank and took full opportunity to undo the front of Kate's pants and caress her pussy. Then they proceeded down the dirt road towards the city. Once the wind began blowing Jean's skirt in every direction, Kate asked, "Where are your panties, Slut? "Where are yours?" Jean replied as she thrust two fingers up into Kate's exposed pussy. "I'm wearing pants, I don't need panties." "Only if you ever manage to keep your fly buttoned," Jean giggled. Kate let her play with her pussy as they rode. "I'm sure the girls will wake up eventually and untie the moronic husband." Jean suggested as she rode with her arm around Kate's neck, pressing their breasts together. "I guess they will, unless they somehow develop a little intelligence in their sleep and decide to leave him there so they can look for a real life." "If you want to, you can come to my cousin's place. You can stay there if you want for as long as you like. If you don't like it, I'm looking to build a place of my own soon. I have enough money to buy or build anything you want." "Don't start building any gilded cages for me, I've never been able to stay in one place very long." "Oh, that's just because women get quickly tired of this macho persona you've adopted and encourage you to leave. I know much more about you. I intend to keep you with me forever. No one has ever been able to suck your pussy like I can because no one has ever loved it as much as I do." Jean Engels Ch. 05 "We'll see, bitch, we'll see how long it lasts, how much you can take."