0 comments/ 80751 views/ 5 favorites Joanna's Cabin Ch. 1 By: Jonesmeister We were a little jealous of Joanna. Every guy in our office was in love with her because of her outrageous breasts. You just couldn't not look at them. One Friday she cajoled me into going up to her lakeside cabin for the weekend, by telling me it was a ladies-only weekend that she did once a year and a bunch of other women she knew would be there to spend a quiet weekend away from men. When I arrived on Saturday, I was the only other woman there, but Joanna said I was just early and that others would come. By Saturday night it was apparent that no one else was due. That night Joanna built a fire and she and I sat on a sofa in front of the fireplace. She was just wearing a terrycloth robe, and I was still in my cutoffs and a tee shirt. We drank a whole bottle of wine and smoked a doobie. I was tired, and when she reached over and pulled me down so that I was laying on the sofa with my head in her lap, it was so comfortable that I didn't protest. She began stroking my hair, and touching my face, while she talked on as if nothing was wrong. I don't know what it is about having someone touch me like that, but I just melt. I tend to wander off into a fog and just give in to the feeling of it. I remember she was talking about her breasts, and how heavy they were, and how men acted like idiots because of them, and how much she liked having her nipples sucked on, and how much she needed to have her nipples sucked on. At that point, she had one hand laying on my forehead, covering my eyes, and one finger of her other hand was tracing around my lips. Her finger dipped into my mouth for a second and then out, and then back in, and it stayed in. I heard her whisper "Suck, baby" and as though it were the most natural thing in the world, I began to gently suck on her finger. For some reason, it seemed like a completely normal thing to do. The next thing I knew, something soft and warm was touching the whole lower part of my face, from my chin to my nose, and something hard was pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in. When I closed my lips around it and touched it with my tongue, I realized it was her nipple. Everything was surreal. I could only hear the crackle of the fire, only smell the burning wood and the lingering fragrance of pot in the air. Her hand on my forehead kept my eyes closed. Her nipple was sweet in my mouth. I began to suckle on it, and heard her moan. I didn't realize right away why I was getting so turned on sexually by this simple activity, but I tell you, it was hard to keep that nipple in my mouth when I started breathing really hard. I had to pull away from it to gasp for air a few times, and then resume suckling. I didn't know how or why, but I felt myself approaching a tremendous orgasm. I later realized that soon after the nipple was in my mouth, she had reached down my body and began to touch the crotch of my jeans, so gently that I couldn't really feel it right away. Then slowly she increased the pressure of her fingers until she was firmly rubbing a circle over my clitoris. Right through the jeans, the soaked cotton of my panties were pushing and pulling that little nub every which way. I pulled away from her nipple and arched my back and thrashed about a little as I came, crying out as the wave jolted through me. I was exhausted, after, but she took it in stride, and cradled me in her arms and rocked me back and forth for a few minutes. I was farther off in dreamland than I had been before, and I didn't even react when I felt her pulling open her robe. She kept my head in her lap, but now it rested on the tops of her bare thighs. I could feel both of her breasts touching my face, and the smell of the fire and the pot were gone. The was only the overpowering fragrance of her womanhood. She kept the one hand over my eyes, but I could feel the fingers of her other hand slide down to the wetness between her legs. Her fingers slid right along the side of my face to get down there, and in a couple of seconds, slipped back out. When I felt a nipple at my lips, I opened my mouth and took it in. I could tell at once that the nipple was coated with a salty oil and I knew where it had come from. Of course, I'd tasted my own vagina before, and the taste in my mouth was a familiar one. She had rubbed some of her pussy juice on her nipple before feeding to me. In the position we were in, she could turn her upper body to give me either breast, and she began to move back and forth, letting me suckle on one of the big nipples (much bigger than mine) for a minute or so, then switching. Before she put her breast to my mouth, she coated her nipple with more of her pussy cream. She was cooing to me the whole time, saying "That's a good baby," and "suck on mommy, that's right." Very gradually, she switched from breast feeding me to just fingering herself and then putting her stinky fingers in my mouth for me to suck the paste from them. Then instead of putting her creamy fingers in my mouth, she started holding them just above my lips. She'd say, "lick, baby, lick mommy's fingers." And when my tongue came out and began to lick the paste from her fingers, she'd slowly lower them into my mouth and then I'd suck on them. It wasn't long before she had turned me so that I was laying on my side on the sofa, facing her. I could tell that my mouth was no more than an inch or so from her wet lips. She was simply using her fingers to scoop cream from her pussy into my mouth. I knew it, of course, but I just kept licking and sucking. I was almost lulled into a trance by the way she spoke to me, and the way she touched my face and all. I knew she was making me taste and swallow her vaginal fluids, but didn't really care. They tasted stronger than mine ever had, and there was something intoxicating about the flavor. So when she moved her fingers to the back of my head and pulled me forward until my lips met hers, and whispered "lick, baby," I just started licking her pussy. She used one hand to spread open her labia, and the other to direct my mouth to her clitoris. She alternately told me to lick or to suck. I knew what I was doing, you know, she didn't "trick" me into anything, I guess. I just allowed myself to fall into it, is the way I remember it. I'd never done this before, but it happened so gradually it just didn't seem like that big of a deal. Anyway, we were far away from civilization and no one would ever know. We did this for awhile, and she kept talking to me, only louder than before. She started saying things like, "That's right, lick Joanna's pussy," and "Ohh, you like sucking on Joanna's cunt, don't you…" It was her words that finally brought me out of my reverie. She started getting really rude in her comments. "Why Rachel, Rachel! My, how you love to eat cunt! Yeah, go on, eat my twat, you little lesbian cunt-licker!" That did it. I sat up and moved back to my end of the sofa. I just looked at her. "Why are you talking to me like that?" I asked. She smiled. "It makes for a better home movie to have dramatic dialogue." "What are you talking about?" I have two video cameras in this room, both focused on the sofa, mostly on my end. One's above the fireplace. See it? What did you think that was? And another one over there." She pointed to a coat rack with some device about the size of a pack of cigarettes taped to it. I hadn't even noticed it before. "The recording equipment is in the closet off the small bedroom. Don't bother, the bedroom and closet doors are locked." "You mean you taped what we just did?" I had a very unpleasant sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Oh yes. And I think the tape is going to be a best seller around the office!" "Joanna, no. No. You can't!' I was panicking now. The tape would ruin me. I'd probably get fired. Years of work and climbing the ladder would be down the toilet! "Well, I don't have to bring the tapes in to work. You'd probably prefer that I gave them to you before we even left the cabin. I might do that, but you'd have to be pretty damn nice to me." "Oh, I will be!" "Well, I'm not sure you know exactly what I'm talking about, yet. But you're going to find out real soon." "What do you mean?" "Listen, you'll have to do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what it is. Without hesitation. Without argument. Do you understand?" "And if I do you'll give me the tape?" "Yes. Do we have a deal?" I nodded. When I had agreed to her plan, she said "Good girl! Now let's get these clothes off you." She made me strip slowly, and when I was naked, to stand in front of her and turn slowly around to show her everything. I'm 33 and a little on the skinny side, but I have respectable breasts, and my hips are wider than my tummy. Nothing like the voluptuous Joanna, though. She told me to go get the suitcase I had brought to the cabin and to make sure everything of mine was in it. It was a soft-sided overnight bag, and when I brought it to the sofa she had me open it and put my cutoffs and panties and tee shirt into it. Then I had to carry it out to my car and lock it in the trunk. When I returned she explained that I wouldn't be needing clothes for the rest of the weekend because she preferred to have me nude the whole time. She had me stand in front of her again and she held up a good-sized dildo with leather straps attached to it. "Ever used one of these before?" "Not like that one," I admitted. I had a vibrator at home, but nothing like this realistic- looking penis with a big purple head and bulging blue veins. It widened out at its base and I could tell that part of it was designed to fit against a woman's vagina. In a minute she had it strapped on me snugly. One strap went between my legs and another around my waist. The strap between my legs came up behind me and fastened to the waist strap. "As you might imagine, I want you to fuck me with your new cock. I want you to fuck me long and hard." I just nodded. I had figured that much out as soon as I saw the thing. "But don't be in a hurry. Don't think you can just walk in here and start fucking me just because you happen to have a cock. I hate that. You're the man, in this little game, you understand that, don't you?" "Yes." "Ok then. In order to accomplish your mission, you'll have to seduce me. I'm not really in the mood for sex right now. But I'll give you some hints, so you'll at least know where to start. "I like to talk for a while. I like to hear compliments. You may touch me in an affectionate way. If you're nice and I like what you say to me, I'll let you snuggle closer. I'll let you kiss my neck. I'll let you put your hand on my thigh. Are you listening? I nodded. "If you get me warmed up, I'll let you kiss me. I like long, wet kisses. If you kiss me good, I'll let you cop a feel. I'll let you put your hand in my robe and feel my breasts while we kiss. If you touch my tits real nice, I'll let you open my robe and take them in your hands and squeeze them and lift them and kiss them. If you do that good, I'll let you suck on my nipples. "If you make it to the nipple-sucking stage, I'll let you snake your hand down between my legs and touch my pussy, gently, while you're sucking. That should get me in the mood to let you give it a good, thorough licking. "Then, and only then, will I be ready for your cock. At that point, you'll take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed and open my legs. You'll get on top of me and slowly, and I mean slowly, you can push that cock into me. I like to be kissed while I'm being fucked, too. Remember that. "Fuck me slow, at first, then harder and faster. After I tell you that I'm satisfied, you'll lick your way down my body and eat my pussy some more. Then you'll roll me over onto my stomach and pull my legs apart. You'll lay down back there and spread my butt cheeks open with your fingers and start kissing and licking my asshole. I need a thorough rim job after sex, understand? That means you get my asshole all wet and then push your tongue in there as far as you can and lick my rectum. Fuck my asshole with your tongue for a long time. There. I think that covers the important points. Now, sit down and let's chat." It took me just over three hours to do all those things to her. Kissing her was the hardest part. I always thought kissing was about the most intimate thing two people can do, mixing your saliva and all. I had never kissed a woman in that way, with our tongues rubbing around each other. I tried to pretend it was a guy I was making out with, but didn't succeed very well. She liked to have her big breasts massaged, and I had to spend quite a while rubbing them around and kissing them. She liked having me lift them by the nipples and lick the undersides. Of course, I had never licked another person's asshole before. Hers was clean, I was glad to note, but my tongue was already exhausted from all the kissing and pussy licking I had to do, so it took at least 20 minutes to satisfy her back side. Finally she just curled up and said it was time to go to sleep. In about 30 seconds, she was sleeping. I just laid there for a long time, thinking about what I had just done. I couldn't deny that I had just had sex with another woman. Actually, I didn't feel to bad about that part. Some of it had been exciting, I had to admit. Playing with those huge tits of hers had been sort of fun, and I hadn't minded licking her all that much. She tasted Ok. What I thought about mostly was not having any control over the situation. I didn't like that part, but what surprised me was that I found it erotic to be submissive to another person. I had never experienced that before, and I hadn't expected it. I had to admit there was something liberating about it—just do whatever you're told, and you don't have to be responsible for any of it. I had been curious about having sex with another woman, to be honest, you know, I'd thought about maybe someday doing it. But I probably never would have, not if I had to be responsible. Not if I had to make the decision and act on that decision. But here I'd done it and I hadn't had to make the decision. I didn't have to sit around later and feel as though I had degraded myself. I wouldn't be saying "how could you lick another woman's asshole?" because there was already an answer: Joanna made me. Of course, I didn't know then what Joanna had planned for the following day. There were more new experiences for me, some of which would change my life. [continued in Joanna's Cabin 2] Joanna's Cabin Ch. 2 I awoke feeling warm sun on my face. I looked over to see the time on my bedside clock but it wasn't there. I wondered where I was, for a second. Oh yeah, I'm at a cabin. Joanna's cabin. Oh…I remembered the rest of it, what I had done last night. The smell of fresh coffee coming through the door is what finally got me up. Joanna was sitting at the table in her terrycloth robe, sipping coffee from a mug. The Sunday morning newspaper was spread open on the table. "Morning, Sunshine," she said, smiling. "Come here and give us a kiss." I kissed her and said "where did you get the paper already?" "Billy has it delivered to his cabin. His place is about a hundred yards west of here," she said. "Had to fuck him to get it though," she added, laughing. "That coffee smells great." "You can have some later. Right now I want you to sit on the floor under the table and eat me out while I read the paper." "What?" "What didn't you understand?" she said. "I need my cunt licked and sucked on, right now. So get busy." As I got down on my knees and walked under the table, she slid to the front of her chair, raised her robe to her waist, and spread her legs wide apart. I could see at once that see she had told the truth about how she got the newspaper. Her labia were distended, as though they had been recently battered, and were covered with a thick, clear layer that I assumed was semen. I tried to get away with just licking her clitoris but she made me suck her lips into my mouth, too, and put my lips to her vaginal canal and suck the thick paste from it. It took about 15 minutes before she decided that her pussy and asshole were clean enough for me to take a break. I was then allowed to sit at the table and have some coffee. "Don't worry about eating Billy's come. I've known him for years and he wouldn't touch me f he had any diseases," she told me. "He's a very decent man, as you'll see for yourself when he comes to get his newspaper back." "He's coming here?" "Yes, in a little while. He'll probably bring his fishing buddy, too." "Well…can I get my clothes out of the car?" "What for?" "I'm naked, Joanna!" "Yes, I know. Men like to look at naked women, though. So you'll be here, and you'll be naked, and they will see you and look at you. In all your naked glory. I want you to answer the door when they get here, and I don't want you to make any attempt to cover yourself at any time, do you understand me?" "…Yes." "Good girl. Now go make some toast and eggs for us." As I made our breakfast, I couldn't help but think about having men come to the cabin and look at my naked body. I wasn't ashamed of my body, but I had never had the slightest interest in displaying it or anything. It's a private thing, is all. While we were eating, Joanna suddenly said to me, "Are you a slut?" "No," I answered. "I think you're a slut. Now, are you a slut?" I didn't want to be argumentative or say something that might anger her. I said what I figured she wanted to hear. "Yes." "When I ask you a question like that, repeat the question in your answer. Now, are you a slut or not?" "Yes, I'm a slut." "That's what I thought." The tension of waiting for men to come into the cabin and see me naked became almost unbearable as the morning wore on. What was difficult for me to admit was that although I expected to be embarrassed, there was something intensely erotic about the idea of being displayed for strangers. Just being a thing, that Joanna would show to someone else. The thought of it turned me on, in spite of myself. When the knock came at the cabin door I nearly feinted. Joanna just gestured toward the door. "Be nice and friendly, now," she cautioned. I put my hand on the door latch and took a deep breath. I turned the latch and pushed the door open. I made myself smile. "Hi guys," I said. "Come on in." Billy was quite good looking, about mid-forties, tall, with black hair and mustache. The other man was very young, not more than 19 or 20, with a crew cut and freckles. "Billy, Jeb, this is Rachel. She's a nudist," Joanna said. "Well, I can believe that," Billy said, looking me up and down with a big grin on his face as I stood naked in front of them. "What do you think, Jeb?" Jeb's eyes were more or less riveted on my crotch. "Awesome," he said. I knew my face was flushed. I could feel that. What I hoped was that no one would notice how wet I was becoming. I could feel my labia widening as they filled with blood, and could feel the dampness building. Joanna invited the visitors to sit down on the sofa, and told me to bring the wooden stool and place it in front of the fireplace, and to sit there. Joanna then sat on the edge of the sofa. I was now sitting on a stool directly in front of all three of them. "Well, don't be modest, Rachel," Joanna said, "show the boys your cunt." Somehow her words just didn't register right in my mind. "What did you say?" "Rachel," she said, "are you a slut?" The words did not come easily. "Yes, I'm a slut." "Good. Now lean back and spread your legs as wide as you can and give us all a good look at your cunt." I did as she said. I couldn't believe I was doing something so obscene. I couldn't help but look at their faces as they leaned forward for a closer look, and the excitement in the men's faces turned me on. I admit it. I was sure they could smell it, by then. For a long while I just sat motionless, my hands gripping the edge of the stool behind me, my legs splayed wide open, displaying my most intimate place to these strangers. Joanna rose and knelt behind me. "Don't move, Rachel," she said. She reached her arms around mine and began squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples. I couldn't tell you what was making me hotter, having her touch me like that or seeing these men watch her touch me. I was starting to breath hard, I couldn't help it. This was driving me nuts. "Poor Rachel is very horny, as you can see by how wet and swollen her pussy has become. Rachel, you're quite horny, aren't you?" "Yes!" I gasped, a little too loud. I calmed myself a little. "…Yes, I'm very horny." She moved her hands down my belly and brought them to rest on the very tops of my thighs. She squeezed my thighs and rubbed her fingers around, almost touching my pussy, but not quite. She pulled my lips apart by pressing the skin of my thighs, and I moaned. I couldn't help it. It felt like electricity was shooting through her fingers into my crotch. "You'd like to come, wouldn't you? You need to come, don't you?" "Yes!" "I could jerk you off with my fingers right now. I'm sure the boys would like to watch you come. Should I do that?" "Yes!" I had never been so horny in my life. I was vibrating. I was panting. If I didn't have an orgasm soon I was going to die! "Yes, what?" "Yes, jerk me off, please. Let me come—let the boys watch me come. I want them to see me come! Please, Joanna!" She reached into my pussy and grabbed some lip in each hand and pulled them away, splaying open my vagina. I looked down and saw my swollen clitoris standing erect, fully out of its hood. "What a nice big clit you have, Rachel! One thing we have to settle first, though. Do you know what a cock tease is?" "What?…Yes." "No one likes a cock tease. Now you walk around here naked in front of these men, and show them your cunt and all, that's being a tease, isn't it? If you tease their cocks, you have to take care of their cocks, that's my rule. Do you understand?" "Yes, ok. They can fuck me if they want to." "No, you're not getting laid. Not this weekend." "Joanna, please…what do you want me to say?" I was on the edge of madness. "Tell me how you plan to satisfy their cocks!" "I'll jack them off if you want me to." "Nope, that won't do either. Not friendly enough." "Do you want me to suck their cocks?" "What do you want to do, Rachel?" "Yes, I'll suck them off, I want to suck their cocks!" "Will you suck them until they come in your mouth?" "Yes! I'll suck them till they come!" "Good girl," she said, and let go of my lips. "Now I want you to look at the boys, and I want you to say 'keep jerking my cunt' over and over, ok?" "Yes, keep jerking my cunt." She put one finger on my clitoris and I almost screamed it felt so good. But then she pulled it away. I looked down between my legs and then at her. It took me a few seconds to piece it together. Then I looked the boys, who had leaned in even closer and were only a foot from my open crotch, and said "Keep jerking my cunt." Her finger leapt back to my clitoris. As long as I continued to say that one phrase over and over, she kept massaging my clitoris. I had to keep begging her to jerk me off and saying the word 'cunt' which I have always hated saying. "Keep jerking my cunt. Keep jerking my cunt. Keep jerking my cunt." It didn't take very long, I was so worked up to begin with. She used only one finger on me, I guess so as not to obscure the view of my vagina. The juices poured out of me and pooled on the wooden stool and ran onto the floor in front of the stool. When I came I cried out and my hips bucked forward over and over in a long spasm and juices squirted out of me. It was about four times more intense than any orgasm I had ever had in my life. I didn't even know it was possible to come that hard. I almost passed out, afterward. Joanna raised me to my feet and walked me into the bedroom with her arm around me. She sat me on the bed and hugged me for a minute. She said I should rest for a bit, and then rejoin the group. My first task would be to fulfill my promises about the cocks in the other room that needed sucking. I was to take first Billy, and then Jeb, into the bedroom and suck them off and not spill any. Then I was to go to her and open my mouth wide to show her that it was full of come. When she said it was ok, I could swallow it. Taking care of the two guys was probably the easiest thing I had done all day, although I had never let a man come in my mouth before. Holding the load in there until Joanna decided I could swallow it wasn't easy. You taste it real good when you hold it like that. After they left, Joanna let me get my bag out of the car and get dressed again. We had to get back to the city, after all. She said "Come here, I want to show you a few things." First she showed me the video camera above the fireplace. The wires weren't connected to anything. The other camera wasn't connected to anything either. She unlocked the small bedroom door and then the closet door. There was linen in the closet. "Oops," she said, "I guess there wasn't any video tape after all." "You're a sick woman, Joanna." "Am I? Tell you what, you think about everything that happened here this weekend. Think about it real good. And when you're ready to spend another weekend at my cabin, you let me know." Joanna's Cabin Ch. 3 Joanna stopped by my desk on a Friday afternoon, three weeks after the cabin weekend. "Rachel, I want you to meet me at the club after work so we can have a drink and talk. It’s important. Can you be there by six?" She just stood there, staring at me. "Ok," I said. The "club" was just what we called the closest bar to our office building. Joanna and I sat at a small table and ordered drinks. When they arrived and we’d had a few sips, she said "Rachel, I felt bad about something that happened when we were at my cabin." I felt a flash of anger. I had mixed feelings about what had happened. Some of it had been fun and intensely erotic, but later I had regretted allowing myself to be pushed around and used like a rag. I hadn’t spoken to Joanna since. "You should feel bad about a lot of things that happened at your cabin," I snapped. "I don’t feel bad about what happened. I feel bad because I lied to you. I want you to know that I won’t ever lie to you again." "Why don’t you just never speak to me again? That would solve the problem." "The truth is, I disconnected the wires to the cameras while you were sleeping, and hid the video recorder and the tape before you got up." "You’re lying!" "Rachel, calm down. Think! There’s a lot at stake, for you. Don’t do anything foolish. If you get up and walk out of here now, I’ll come in early one day next week and leave copies of that tape laying all over the office." "There is no tape, Joanna!" "Do you want to see it?" I just stared at her. "Come on, let’s go watch it right now. My apartment is only 10 minutes from here." "I’m not going to your apartment with you." "Rachel, you’re not thinking. You have to know, don’t you? Your career depends on whether I have the tape or not. It’s a simple matter to find out, and there’s only one way you’re going to know. Don’t challenge me on this, Rachel. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do. Now finish your drink." This is a nightmare, I thought. Here she was, ordering me around again, in that same tone of voice she’d used at the cabin. As if were a little girl. I did finish my drink and then leave the club with her, though, because she was right--I had to find out whether she had the damn tape or not. Maybe she hadn’t copied it yet. I didn’t know what to think. We drove to her apartment in her car, went in and took the elevator to her floor. As soon as we were inside her apartment, she locked the door and turned around. Then she stepped toward me and slapped my face so hard that I was knocked to my knees. Stunned, I held my hand to my stinging cheek and just looked up at her. "Don’t you ever talk to me like that again!" I burst into tears. I can’t put into words everything I went through in just the first few seconds, in Joanna’s apartment. The sound of the door being shut and locked sent a shudder through me. I suddenly realized I was trapped. I was alone with Joanna again, as alone as we had been at the cabin, for all practical purposes. At once, I felt helpless. If there was going to be any clash of wills, I had no chance. There had been a time, before the cabin weekend, when I’d thought of myself as an independent woman, self-sufficient and free. But laying on that sofa with Joanna, suckling at her big breasts while she cooed to me and called me her baby…well, I’d loved it. It felt wonderful. Even the other things she made me do, ordering me around like she was the mother and I was the child who had to obey--there had been something joyful about that, too. But later, back in the city and away from Joanna, I started to rethink things and have mixed feelings. I felt used, and the fact that I had enjoyed any of it caused a lot of confusion. When I realized I was alone with her again, the mixed feelings and helplessness and confusion returned. But only for a moment. Because in the next instant, on my knees, my cheek hurting, emotion rushed through me like a river that swept away everything in its path. My confusion was gone, the mixed feelings were gone. I was overwhelmed by feelings I hadn’t had since I’d been a little girl. The world suddenly seemed to be a different place, a simpler place, a more peaceful and beautiful place. Maybe it’s the way a child sees the world, I don’t know. The strongest thing I felt, the thing I knew for sure, was that Joanna loved me. The way a mother loves her child. And that I had been bad. I had been a bad girl, and I deserved to be punished. She was right to put me in my place, and my place was right there, on my knees in front of her. I couldn’t understand how she could love me so much when I was so wicked. "I’m sorry, Joanna…I’m sorry." "Why don’t you just never speak to me again," she said, mocking my words. "Sit up! Look at me! Brush that hair away from your face. I’m going to slap you again. Put your arms down." As soon as my arms were down she slapped the other side of my face, not as hard as the first slap. "Sit up straight! Did I tell you to stop looking at me?" I looked up at her, and watched her raise her hand. She slapped me again, only I managed to keep my eyes open and to keep looking at her that time. "That’s better. You called me a liar, at the club. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I’m sorry, Joanna." "You goddamn better be!" She slapped me twice, once with each hand, rocking my head first to one side and then to the other. I didn’t pull back or raise my arms. I held my face up to her and tried to hold still as much as I could. My eyes were full of tears. She slapped me twice more, once with each hand, before continuing. "Now what did I tell you at the club, about lying?" I couldn’t think straight, and didn’t have an answer. She slapped me hard, and then again on the other side. "I told you I would never lie to you again, didn’t I" "Yes." "When I tell you something, do you believe me?" "Yes." "When I tell you something, do I have to ‘prove’ that it’s true?" "No." "You’re goddamn right I don’t!" Hard slaps rocked my face one way and then the other. And then two more. Whap. Whap. I could taste blood in my mouth. "You know I have that tape! Because I told you. I don’t have to prove it, do I?" "No." "You know deep down that it’s true. Isn’t it! "Yes." "And you know you have to be good to me, whether you want to or not, because I have the tape. You understand that, don’t you?" "Yes, Joanna." "And you’re going to do anything I tell you to do, aren’t you." "Yes, Joanna." "And you’re not going to be rude or disobedient ever again, are you." "No." Her posture softened, then. She reached down and touched my cheek tenderly. "Rachel, Rachel. Be a good girl. Don’t make me hurt you any more, ok?" "I won’t," I said. Then I burst into tears again. Tears of relief, and joy, this time. Everything was all right--she had forgiven me. I fell forward at her feet and clutched at her ankle and held it and wept in gratitude. She let me cry for a minute or two and then told me to straighten up again. "You’re a mess, look at you," she said, smiling down at me. I was sure I looked terrible with some of my hair matted down and tears and mascara running down my cheeks. "Put your hands on my thighs." I reached out to her. "Higher…higher. Can you feel my panties? Pull them down, I want you to take them off me." My hands worked under her mid-length skirt, pulling her panties down first in front, then in back, until they slid down her legs. When the red cotton panties came into view I could smell them at the same time. The crotch was not only wet, it was crusty with whitish paste. "I wore those panties for three days so they’d be good and stinky for you," she said, as she stepped out of them. I held them in my hands and brought them up to my face. The aroma of her vagina was powerful and unmistakable, and instantly brought back memories of the weekend at her cabin. Sometimes a smell can evoke memories better than anything. "I want you to keep those, and I want you to carry them with you everywhere you go from now on. They are a reminder to you, about me. A reminder not to disobey." "Thank you, Joanna." I folded the panties and put them in my purse, without getting up. When I turned back toward Joanna, she was taking off her skirt. She soon stood with her bare legs apart, hands on her hips. "I decided we should go to the beach tomorrow, and have some fun, ok?" I nodded. "Tonight, we’re going out for dinner, and then we’re going to come back here so you can strap on that big cock. I want you to seduce me and give me a good, long, hard fucking, just like you did at the cabin, ok?" I nodded again. "But first, I thought you’d like a little taste." She looked down between her legs and then at me. It didn’t matter if I wanted to do it or not. I had to. I stepped close to her, still on my knees, and began kissing and licking her thighs and lower belly. She likes to be licked in a wide circle at first. Then you slowly lick closer and closer, zeroing in, until finally you’re sucking on her wet lips and kissing and biting her clitoris. Joanna's Cabin Ch. 4 I awoke in Joanna's bed, and for the second time looked around and wondered for a second where I was. Then memories of the previous night's activities flitted happily through my head. The long, wet kisses, worshipping Joanna's big breasts, screwing her with the big strap-on, applying my lips and tongue to her asshole. I had done well, and given her quite a few orgasms. She had been very pleased with me. When I walked out of the bedroom she was sitting at her kitchen table, writing on tablet of yellow paper. "Mornin' Beautiful! You've inspired me to do some creative writing." I kissed her and then without waiting to be told, got down on my knees and crawled under the table. She opened her legs wide and continued to scribble with her pencil as I sucked between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy and asshole. After breakfast, she said we ought to get along to the beach. She named the beach we were going to and asked if I'd ever been to it. It was one of the largest and most popular in the state. I told her I'd been there, but that I didn't usually go there because it was too crowded and there were other beaches closer. She said it was the perfect place for us to spend the day. She said I could wear one of her swimsuits, but that we should take showers before we left. She led me into the bathroom and started the water running in the shower. When the bathroom began to get steamy, she had me take off her bathrobe and hang it up. She stepped into the shower turned around under the flowing water, then handed me the bar of soap. She stood there, not moving, while I washed her. Then she rinsed off and I patted her dry with a towel. After she left the bathroom, I showered myself. When I was done, I found her in the bedroom, in a bikini, admiring her body in the mirror. The bra could hardly contain her breasts. "Oooh," I said. "The men are going to love that." "Actually," she said, "I expect the men will mostly be looking at you." "At me?" "Yes--your swimsuit is so much more revealing than mine." "More revealing than that? What do you mean? You said I could wear one of your swimsuit, right?" "That's right. Yours is in that bag on the bed." There was a paper sack on the bed. I didn't know what to expect when I picked it up. When Joanna had said I could wear one of her swimsuits I had doubted it would fit. My breasts were ok, actually quite full for my otherwise skinny frame, but nothing like hers. I couldn't see how something that fit her would fit me, too. When I looked in the bag, I had to close my eyes and shake my head and look again to be sure I was seeing it correctly. I turned the bag over and the "swimsuit" fell onto the bed. It consisted entirely of a large wooden bead, with a short string coming out of it, attached to a triangle of thin, light blue material no bigger than my hand. "Joanna, this is a joke, right? Where's the swimsuit?" "That's it. Well, that's most of it, anyway. Come on, let's put it on you." I guess she had invented this thing herself. I'd never seen or heard of anything like it. She had me squat on the floor and then she spit on the bead and worked it up my asshole. "There. That secures the back end of it." She pulled the triangle of material up and over my vagina. It barely reached over the top of my pubic hair. She had me lay down on the bed, and then she spread a thick line of some kind of adhesive across my lower belly just above my pubic hair, from a squeeze tube that looked like a toothpaste tube except the cap was cone- shaped. She stretched the triangle of material up and pressed it to the line of glue, and held it in place. She explained that the adhesive was made to stick to human skin but that it was harmless, and that they used it in hospitals all the time to keep electrodes and sensors in place. It did work, because when she let go, the top of the triangle was firmly bonded to my belly. The thing covered my vagina, just barely. Tufts of pubic hair stuck out both sides. She had me get up and walk around and stand in front of the mirror. The material was so thin that it conformed to the shape of my labia. You could clearly see my vagina beneath the light blue patch, crease running down the center and everything. "Joanna, I can't go to a public beach wearing just this tiny thing. I'll get arrested!" "Well, your pussy is covered up, right?" "Sort of, but nothing else is!" "Well, thong bikinis don't cover the ass at all. So you don't really care if your ass is showing do you?" "No, I guess not. But they don't let you go topless." "I know that. We can't very well have you walk around the beach with your breasts exposed, can we? And have everyone looking at them? So I'm going to put on your bra right now." She led me back into the kitchen and had me stand still in front of her chair. She opened a jar of light blue latex paint and stirred it with a little stick. She used a small brush to paint my breasts. She didn't paint the sides or bottom of either breast, though, just the center. Just my nipples and a little more. Then she painted lines to look like bra straps. The strap lines didn't stand out enough, she thought, so she outlined them with a black felt tip marker. "There!" she said when she was done. We stood in front of the mirror. "Everyone will think you have a blue bikini on." "Joanna, this isn't going to fool anyone. I look like a woman with painted tits." The fact that she hadn't painted the sides or bottoms of my breasts made it obvious, even from a distance, that I wasn't wearing anything on my top. "True, but the men and boys are going to love it." The one-hour drive to the beach took three hours, because Joanna thought it would be fun to stop along the way. We stopped 6 times for gas. I can't tell you how humiliating this was for me. She'd pick out a place that was a combined gas station and convenience store, with customers in the store. She'd hand me a dollar bill and then go into the store and browse around. I would have to get out of the car and pump one dollar's worth of gas in the tank. Then I had to walk into the store wearing just that tiny bikini bottom, stand in line, and pay for the gas. Joanna enjoyed watching the jaws drop open. I wore sunglasses so no one could look into my eyes, but I knew my face was red from embarrassment. There were men, women, and even children in these places. But I had no choice. I had to do it. Worse yet, the light blue material between my legs began almost at once to bunch up near the string and disappear between my labia, exposing my lips at the bottom. So part of my vagina was exposed, too. Joanna said that was ok, and I should just leave it like that. She drove through a couple of small towns, too. In one she stopped at park where about ten old guys were sitting at a big picnic table, playing checkers. She handed me two one-dollar bills and told me to ask those guys if any of them had a two-dollar bill I could buy. She also told me that when I was in front of them, I was to yawn. A real protracted yawn, where my arms were stretched behind me and my tits were thrust out and my eyes closed. She explained the old-timers might be embarrassed to stare at my tits if I could see them looking, so that would give them a good opportunity to get an eye-full. That was a particularly embarrassing experience, partly because it was such a foolish question to be asking them in the first place. It would be obvious that I had just come over to show my body to them. Despite the embarrassment, I found it increasingly erotic to be exposed like that, and it was easy in a way because I wasn't doing it on purpose. Joanna was making me do it. It was very difficult at first, but the more times I did it, being exposed became easier. By the time we were on our way home, I wasn't really embarrassed at all any more. I had just resigned myself to it. When waiting to pay for gas, I heard some comments that were rude, though, to say the least. Not always, but a few times. Once, someone said "What a cunt!" as I was leaving the store. I didn't like that. Several people called me a bitch, and twice mothers covered their children's eyes and hissed at me What is the matter with you! It was early afternoon when we arrived at the beach. Joanna said we had to avoid the lifeguards and the beach cops for as long as we could, so we stayed at the fringes of the huge crowd. Joanna showed me a portable video camera she had rigged inside a beach bag, and she had me just walk slowly around, showing myself to people, while she followed behind me, taping the reactions of people as I went by. Sometimes I had to do the yawn thing, or stretch, or run short distances along the beach, which was painful with my breasts flopping up and down. I didn't pay attention to it then, but later when we looked at the tape I could see people spilling drinks, pointing and gawking, guys staring literally with their tongues hanging out, etc. At the time, I heard a few catcalls and a few whistles, but paid them no mind. I tried to just do as Joanna said and not think about it. We did this for about an hour. I walked through larger and larger groups of people, until finally suddenly I found my path blocked by a policeman. "Ma'am," he said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to put some clothes on." Before I could even reply, Joanna did the funniest thing. She put her beach bag down, whipped off her bikini top, and came barging into our conversation, her naked breasts bouncing and swaying. "What seems to be the trouble here, officer?" she said. He looked at her and said "Jesus, now there's two of them! I'm sorry, ladies, but you've got to get dressed." Joanna grabbed her breasts and aimed them up at the cop, pointing her big nipples right at him, and said "These babies need some sun, officer! They're not hurting anyone!" "Get some clothes on or I'm arresting both of you! Right now!" "Ok, ok!" Joanna said, and took two oversize tee- shirts from her beach bag, and we put them on. Unfortunately, after our first warning, they were watching us, and almost as soon as I took off the tee-shirt, a burly lifeguard was in my face. "Consider this your second and last warning, ma'am." Joanna was irritated. "Bunch of dickweeds! Let's blow this joint. At least I got a few fun videos we can look at later. Besides, we're going to stop and put on a one-act play on the way home, and you need to study the script." This was the writing project Joanna had been working on early that morning. She handed me the pages and I read them as she drove back toward the city. I couldn't help laughing at the script she had made up. "Just don't laugh when we're in there," she said. The blue paint had started peeling off my skin anyway, and Joanna said I could go ahead and take it off. Most of the bra she had painted on came off in two large patches. Only a few flecks of blue paint remained on my breasts. She found a service station that appeared to only have one man working in it. We pulled over near it and stopped. Joanna reached down to my bikini bottom. Her fingers went between my legs and grabbed the short string, and she yanked the bead out of my butt. She checked to see that the top of the triangle of material was still firmly bonded to my abdomen, and it was. She had me put on one of the big tee shirts. "Now, show me your 'stupid' look." I tried to look as dumb as I could. "Make you eyes more vacant. Pretend you're looking off into the distance, at the horizon, so your eyes aren't focused on anything…that's better. Relax your jaw. Let your mouth hang open…Ok, that'd do. You ready?" This was our one-act play: We'd walk into the gas station or small store, with Joanna leading me by the hand as though I were a reluctant and uncooperative child. (Of course, Joanna is only 2 years older than I am, and we weren't going to fool anyone that we were mother and daughter, but she said that didn't matter.) She'd let go of my hand as she approached the guy working there, and I would immediately turn and wander off a little ways. "Hi," she'd say to the guy, "Do you sell any products here that can dissolve epoxy? My little girl glued her swimsuit to her belly. Show him, honey." She'd look to her side and see that I wasn't there, and then look around and see me and yell "Baby, get over here!" Then I'd drawl back, in a dopey, whiny voice, "But, Mama!" "Shut up! Get over here!" I'd go stand in front of the guy with my legs apart and my hips thrust forward, and raise the bottom of the tee shirt up to my navel, as Joanna pointed to the bikini bottom. Every time we did this, the guy would either bend down to look more closely, or squat down right in front of me to get a good look. The blue triangle was just hanging straight down, without the bead up my ass. At that point, Joanna would take the bead in her hand and lift it all the way up to display the underside of the glued line, completely exposing my vagina, right in the guy's face. What happened next depended on the guy's reaction. If he registered disdain, or moved away from the view being offered to him, Joanna would drop the bead and say "Oh well, I suppose it'll just fall off eventually. Thanks anyway!" And we'd walk out of the place. But if he didn't move away, and three out of the five times we did this routine, the guy didn't, then Joanna would continue to hold the bead up and say to me "Baby, don't ever do this again! You might have gotten glue in your cunt!" Then I would look down and take the bead out of Joanna's hand and hold it myself, and say, trying to sound as stupid as I could manage, "I didn't git none in my hoochie-coochie, did I, Mama?" Joanna would then reach up and spread my pussy wide open with her fingers and say "Well, I don't think so, Baby…let me check here." She'd start rubbing her fingers around my lips and massaging my clitoris. The whole point from then on was to make me orgasm while the man was watching closely. Still holding the bead with one hand, I'd use the other hand to raise the tee shirt until my breasts were exposed, too. "Baby, hold still!" "But, Mama!" "Shut your mouth! Hold still!" It didn't take me very long to come, mostly because I was so turned on by the whole idea having my most private area exposed, spread wide open no less, to a stranger. After I'd orgasm, Joanna would pretend to be surprised and disgusted with me. She would straighten up and say "You're a filthy slut!" and she'd slap my hand, to make me drop the tee shirt back down over my body. Then I'd say "But, Mama!" "Shut up! I'm taking you home! I'll tell you something else, young lady! When we get home I'm going to give that nasty cunt of yours a good hard spanking!" "But, Mama!" She'd grab my arm and march me out of the place, all the while me whining "But, Mama!" and her sternly replying "Shut up, you slut!" Then we'd about laugh ourselves sick, getting back in the car and driving to the next place. Anyway, that was our day at the beach.