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Inspect

By: exmarine85



When I met my wife, 15 years ago, she was the assistant manager for a major, fast food restaurant, with world wide franchises. We had been married slightly less than a year when she was promoted to store manager, while only 24 years old.

 About 2 months after Cindy assumed the position of store manager, she came home and told me that she was informed that the for next 2 days her store would be undergoing a regional, corporate, inspection. Everything from cleanliness, to efficiency would be inspected. She also said that she was really concerned because if the store failed it would cause the restaurant to be closed, and she would loose her job. She was doubly concerned because she knew of quite a few major discrepancies in the store, and didn't think that she had time to correct them before the inspection started.

 Anyway, the next evening around 6:15 she came home all distraught. Her store was doing very poor on the inspection. In fact, the inspector, Paul, had approached her as she was leaving and told her that he thought the restaurant would probably fail, or come very close to it. She then said that he had invited her to his hotel room at 8:00 that night so that they might be able to "do" something about it.

 We both knew what Paul meant. When I asked her what she was going to do, she just said, "what ever it takes." That answer caused me to get an instant hard-on. I then asked her what he looked like. She said that he was around 35, 180 lbs., and about 6' tall with dark hair. "Not too bad looking, actually" she said.

 We ate some supper, and around 7:30 Cindy left wearing a pair of tight, black, stretch knit pants, and a white silk top. It was easy to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, because she had no panty lines, and you could clearly see her brown nipples and areolas through the blouse. It was really sexy the way her tits bounced around under her top. As she was leaving I asked her how she was doing, and she said "fine, just nervous." She then told me not to wait up for her, since she wasn't sure how long she'd be gone.

 Now let me describe Cindy. She is 5' 5", 120 lbs, with green eyes and blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She has 34B tits with brown nipples that stick out 1/2 inch when hard and big brown areolas that are the size of silver dollars, or slightly larger. Her ass is a little on the large size, but makes for a great cushion when I fuck her doggy style. She has nice lips that look like they were made for sucking cock, which she is excellent at, by the way. She really looks like your basic "girl-next-door" type, and boy does she love to fuck.  In fact, I often have her tell me about all the guys she fucked before we were married. The first time she was fucked was by a pair of twins that she met at a bar while playing in a pool tournament. She said that she was pretty drunk, but enjoyed the attention that they gave her.

 Anyway, I went to bed around 11:00 PM, and tossed and turned until about 1:15 am, when she finally got home. 

 She tried to sneak into the bedroom, but I turned on the bedside lamp, and surprised her. She looked great, her cheeks were still flushed with the "just fucked look", her hair was mussed up, and her lipstick was gone. When I asked her how things had gone, she said a lot better that she had planned. She then said that she wanted to take a shower, but I told her "no, I want to hear all about it first, then I'm going to fuck you." I then took off her clothes to see her body. She had hickeys on her tits, her nipples were still hard, and her pussy hair was matted down with come. I gave her a big kiss, and I swear that I could still taste come on her lips. I then had her lie down on the bed and looked at her pussy. Her cunt lips were all red and puffy, and come was still oozing out of them. Seeing this gave me the biggest hard-on of my life.

 I then asked her to tell me all about what had happened, and this is what she told me:

 She got to Paul's room around 8:00, like he told her. She was surprised to find that he wasn't alone though. Bob, the other inspector, was also there. She said Bob is around 40 years old, 6' 2", well built, and black. When she asked Paul why Bob was there, he said that he was there to help out with the inspection, since her store was doing so poorly. She was a little taken back because she had never been with a black guy before, but she figured that it was all for the store.

 They gave her a couple rum and cokes to help her loosen up, she said. Then the guys sat in a couple chairs and had Cindy stand in the middle of the room and take off her clothes for them. She said that she was highly embarrassed, but did it because she knew the consequences. When she was totally naked they had her turn around so they could check out her "inventory." She said that they seemed pleased with the initial inspection.

 She said that both guys then sat on the bed and had her sit between them. They then took turns kissing her, sucking her tits, and playing with her pussy. She said that it actually was a total turn-on being caressed by 4 hands and 2 mouths.

 Both guys then took off their clothes while she watched. She said that Paul was equipped with a "normal" sized cock of 6" while Bob's was around 10" long and really fat. She did say that Paul's was also quite a bit fatter than mine, and since mine is also about 6", she was anticipating a nice treat.

 The first thing that they wanted was a blow job, she said. They both sat on the edge of the bed, while she kneeled on the floor in front of them. First she sucked-off Paul's cock, and swallowed his come, then she sucked off Bob. She said that she didn't have any trouble with Paul's cock, But she said that she could hardly handle Bob's black monster. Neither guy took too long, she said, with her "damn good blow-jobs."

 They then rested for a few minutes, with the guys sucking her tits again, while she stroked their cocks back to hardness.

 After both guys were totally hard, they had her get on her hands and knees. They then took turns fucking her cunt doggy style while she sucked the other. She said that their cocks really felt great, since it had been a couple years since she had a bigger cock than mine. She said that Bob had a rough time at first getting his cock into her pussy, but when he got it in, it felt fantastic. Every few minutes the guys would change positions, alternating who was fucking her cunt. She said it was the ultimate in kinky sex, for her.

 After a few changes, Bob came in her pussy, she said. Paul then had her roll over onto her back, and he crawled up onto her and just drove his cock into her like a battering ram. He hooked her knees under his arms and pinned her legs to her tits. She said that she was able to come twice before he came inside of her cunt.

 Once Paul came again, Bob sat on the end of the bed, and had Cindy kneel on the floor and suck him off again. She said that she didn't think that he'd ever come again, because it took so long that last time. She said that her lips and knees were numb when he finally moaned and shot a little come onto her tongue, which she swallowed.

 She then got dressed and came home to me.

 After she told me her story, I crawled on top of her, and stuck my cock into her much fucked cunt. It was still full of the 2 guys come. It was really hot, juicy and slimy. I only lasted about a dozen strokes before I shot a third load of come into my wife. We then took a shower together to clean up.

 The next night Cindy called me on the phone about 6:00 and said that the inspection still didn't go good enough, and that she was going straight to Paul's hotel room, to earn some more extra credit. I was invited to wait up for her if I wanted, which I did.

 That night it was around 12:30 am when she got home. She then told me what happened:

 The inspectors found things that even she didn't know about and the restaurant would surely be closed. However, Paul said, come back to his room with Karen, one of the assistant managers, and they would pass. Now Karen has one hell of a hot body, but she isn't all that attractive in the face. She has a killer ass, and these firm pointy tits just made for sucking. She was 19 years old, 5'6" with long brunette hair. I've ogled her since I've known her.

 Cindy explained it to Karen, about failing the inspection, and Karen agreed to go with her to the hotel room.

 When they got there, they guys gave the girls some rum and cokes to unwind, and loosen up. They then had them strip each other, make out, then do a "69" in the middle of the bed while the guys watched. This was the first time that Cindy had ever eaten out a girl. When I asked her how it was she said, " not bad, actually." I loved hearing that. She said that Karen's tits were as firm as I thought and great to suck on. I was actually envious of my wife, for making out with Karen.

 Karen and Cindy then had to each suck-off one of the guys. Karen got Paul, and Cindy got Bob. Cindy said that she was amazed that Karen was able to easily deep-throat Paul's 6" with no problem. Cindy can't even deep-throat my 6" cock, even though I beg her to keep trying.

 The guys then took turns fucking both girls filling their cunts full of come. She said she was surprised to find out that Karen was also a screamer. She was surprised that they didn't have the cops called on them. They then had the girls "69" again and suck the come out of each other. Cindy said that was a little hard for her to do, but that she did it. They then left for the night.

 After she told me this story, I fucked her again. She still had a little of the guys come inside of her pussy, but not as much as the night before. It was still great fucking her knowing that 2 other guys had been fucking her that night.

 She said that she really had a good time, even if she had been pressured into doing it. I told her that I'd like to be a fly on the wall the next time the inspectors come into town. She said that she'd ask Paul if I could watch. That I'd like.

 Her restaurant did pass their inspection. She never brought Karen home for me to fuck though. We got transferred before Paul came back for the next Corporate inspection, so she never had a chance for a repeat performance.

Inspected by Master



You've just finished inspecting me, as I stand before you, naked save for my skirt and blouse, and trembling inside. My knees are going weak from being so nervous. You've instructed me not to speak .. wondering if you know how utterly difficult that is for me, especially when I am nervous. My eyes look downward, as always when you are inspecting me. 

After my failure to obey your instruction, you've reached in and twisted and pinched my nipple. It stands erect and red, visible through the sheer white blouse. You like knowing that you can bring about such physical responses in me. You crave them, knowing that a touch from you or a look can make me instantly wet. 

As you circle around me, your hand slips inside my blouse again, cupping the other breast from underneath. Now you're behind me, my hands dutifully clasped behind me as I remain silent and still. Your mouth grazes the side of my neck as you whisper, "My pet, you know that you are to be ready for your Master at all times. You know that you are to follow Master's commands without hesitation or objection. You know this. So why, My pet, do you challenge My commands? Why do you make Me wait ... knowing full well that you come here to My place of business, to serve Me? Why then do you hesitate?"

With that, your fingers clasp the nipple hard. I gasp from the sudden pain and you tighten your grip even more on my sensitive breast. "I must remind you, pet, that you have consequences of not following My rules."

A twist. A bruising twist. A small cry escapes my lips. "Shhhh, pet."

Your other hand firmly clasps my thigh. Upward strokes until your hand brushes my pussy lips. Still you twist and pull my aching nipple. "I will reward you for remembering how Master likes His pussy. You have prepared it as I like it. And you have responded with the wetness that I expect from you. On this, you have done well. Let Me see if you are indeed responding as I wanted you to."

Your fingers part my lips. "Open those legs for Me."

"Take your hand, pet, and bring it to your pussy. Place it atop Mine."

As I do, you give my nipple a final, brutal tug. Your hand assaults my pussy -- shoving three of your fingers inside me. Your hand begins to rape my pussy. But your voice is intoxicatingly sweet in my ear as you do. "See how wet you are, cunt? I knew you would be. I knew that your body would be prepared for your Master."

You withdraw your hand so quickly that I cry out. 

"On your knees, pet. Do it."

Obediently I drop to my knees. You stand behind me and roughly tear the skirt from me. The zipper breaks under your strong grip. "Look at you. No underwear. Just like I want My slut to dress. Always ready for Me. Take off that blouse."

I remove the blouse, still trembling. "Take that hand and play with your pussy for Me." I look pleadingly at you for the briefest second before I comply. You know I am shy about masturbating in front of you. "That's it. Rub it nice. Touch it. Inside that hole. Like I did it to you. Three fingers, cunt."

You watch me, closely, fully dressed and standing above me. I am naked, kneeling, and masturbating on the floor. "Lie on your back."

"Spread those legs for Master." You take a water bottle that you had sitting on the counter. You lick the top and kneel down beside me. "This is your fucktoy now. I want you to fuck that cunt with it and then drink it. All. Right now."

"And, make it good. I want to see that cum dripping from your pussy."

And so you watch me. Lying on my back. Legs spread wide as I slide that water bottle in and out. You hear it squish in the wetness of my pussy. "Just look at you, slut. A fucking water bottle makes you wet. Do you even deserve to have My cock in you? You play with that pussy, using your fingers and a bottle to get you off? If you want My cock tonight, pet, you will have to beg Me for it. I want to hear you begging for My cock, telling me how much you want it, how much you want to please Me."



Inspecting Cindy's Hymen



Author’s Note: A Literotica reader who had a rural upbringing and was a virgin bride herself supplied me with the plot for this story. Readers who are interested may wish to refer to her earlier story “Cai Xia’s Secret Longing” under the incest category.

My name is Cindy Tock. I have been happily married to my classmate Jim Wang for the last four years and I am the mother of a bouncy one year-old boy. We live in a luxurious home located next to the bungalow of Jim’s parents, Mil and Fil Wang. For most couples, having a baby is the normal consequence of marriage. In my case, it was the most important achievement of my married life. I would like to share with readers of Literotica my story. The first part of my story deals with events that happened prior to the tying of my nuptial knot. Of course, for the protection of the family, all names used in this story and important places have been changed to ensure anonymity.  

I was a typical village girl who grew up in a small kampong some 10 miles from our state capital Ipoh. I had my primary education in a local school before moving on to a secondary school on the outskirts of Ipoh. My parents owned a small provision store supplying groceries to the local villagers and to workers of the palm oil estates fringing the village. I have two married sisters who are respectively ten and twelve years older them me. My mother, Bee, was 30 when she gave birth to me and I was the youngest child in the family.

My mother, Bee, was a village beauty when she married my father, Bin, at the age of 18. She was medium built standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighed about 110 pounds. She carried a pair of 32B boobs on her slender frame. My father ten years older than Mum, was two inches taller, and weighed about 150 pounds. 

When I was seven and about to enter school, I began to take an interest in my surroundings. Village life was simple and monotonous, but to a bubbly youngster like me, there was never a dull moment, as I spent a lot of time playing with neighborhood kids of the same age. I could often hear neighbors speaking enviously as they commented on my parent’s looks. Indeed, I began to notice that the ladies seemed to want my father to serve them when they came into the shop while most men would prefer to be served by my mother.  

My best friend in school was a girl, Lynn Long, who was nine months older than me. She was plump and short like me and came from a wealthy family. She was an only child. Both her parents were short with ordinary looks. Her father, Pit Long, stood barely 5 feet tall and weighed perhaps 100 pounds. He had a face pock-marked by pimple scars from youth. However given his social standing, nobody ever commented that he was ugly. Her mother, Sin, was of the same height; weight around 130 pounds and well endowed with an oversized rump and a pair of 32D boobs. Pit was a trader dealing in local commodities and his family lived in a modern brick house about 400 meters from my parents’ shop. My parents bought some of their supplies from him and they seemed to be good friends. 

As time passed, Lynn and I became inseparable. We were perhaps the ugly ducklings of the class, but we shared many things in common. I became a frequent visitor to her home and her parents treated me like another daughter. I found Pit a better person than my own father. I always felt that my father was partial, always doting on my two beautiful sisters who looked much like my mother, and giving me a wide berth at home. He was curt and never seemed happy with my scholastic achievements even though my sisters had both dropped out after their primary education. I never knew the reason why I was treated differently and suspected that it was because of my looks. Indeed, I had the feeling that I was really ugly and began to suspect that I could have been an adopted child. But my birth certificate confirmed that Bee and Bin Tock were my parents.

When I was in the last year of primary school, Lynn’s parents were extremely caring and kind. They would often buy me a new dress of the same type whenever they were purchasing one for Lynn. I felt grateful, as I often had to make do with carried down fashions from my two older sisters. 

My sisters never were short of suitors because they were indeed as pretty as my mother. Both found mates at eighteen and were married off easily. I found myself living with my parents at home during the fifth year of my primary education. 

I had to travel long distances for my secondary education. Fortunately Lynn was also able to get into the same secondary school and Mr. Long chauffeured us both-ways. He never collected a single cent from my parents for his effort. 

It was in the second year of high school that I became a bit suspicious of my origin and background. During the medical check-ups for students, I found out that both Lynn and I had A+ type blood. I was puzzled because I knew my sisters all were in the O group and when I looked at the identity cards of my parents later, they also had O blood types. I was still ignorant of how blood groups were linked. I felt odd and suspected that either the tests were wrongly done or indeed I was an adopted child. 

Lynn failed her second school year twice and had to drop out of school. Thereafter, I had to travel alone to school.  Often, Mr. Long would offer me a ride when he was traveling the same route on business. I felt grateful for his kindness.

Living in the kampong away from big city influences, the social bond tended to be stronger amongst the villagers. People generally were more straightforward and trusting in their dealings and social interactions with each other. While the men who had more opportunity to travel were often more open-minded, the womenfolk tend to be conservative both in dressing and in their thoughts, living strictly by traditional moral values. Sex was a discrete and taboo subject not much in their mind and in their everyday conversations, although there was no shortage of gossips whenever someone in the area had behaved indiscreetly or had exposed a little bit more of their body when out in the streets.

I was fifteen when I had my first period. Although this would have been a very normal thing for most girls, I was a real square. My mother never told me that women would bleed. Even though many of my classmates had already reached puberty, I had never had been the curious type to ask them what it involved. In fact, I was under the impression that I was already a grown woman because I had a thatch of pubic hair to testify to my coming of age. I was terrified to discover menstrual blood and cried because I was afraid that I was sick and about to die. My mother was caring and taught me about ‘Eve’s curse’ and how to take care of my personal hygiene during those times. It was a lot later that I began to learn more about the female body from my mother.

As nature took its course, I began to notice changes in my body. My bust sprouted and began to grow and grow when I was sixteen. I felt shy to have a prominent bust line that obstructed the view of my feet. My weight increased to 130 pounds as my bum broadened and fattened to support the weight of my upper torso. However my height stopped increasing when I was 5 feet 2 inches. I also began to experience strange feelings whenever was I was soaping my boobs and the crack between my legs. I enjoyed the sensations that came with touching those areas, but as I was taught that good decent girls never to touch those areas unnecessarily, I felt ashamed and naughty whenever I washed those private areas of my body during my daily shower. 

When I was seventeen, I began to harbor romantic feelings about my male schoolmates. I found that the boys were not longer childish or bad looking and began to lust for them. I dreamt of being kissed and hugged, especially by the handsome class monitor who stood as tall as my father. I felt a need to be near to be near him, but I could not compete with the more shapely girls in the school. He never took much notice of me, even when I held his hand during physical education classes. I tried to draw his attention to my bigger breast, but he was not a boobs man. I knew that I did not have the necessary physical attributes to attract the boy of my choice and ended up being the girlfriend of Jim. 

Like me, he also had a hard time finding a suitable date because he was not exactly handsome. He stood at 5 feet two inches with a body weight of around 110 pounds. Although I had resumed growing by putting on two extra inches, my weight correspondingly soared to 135 pounds and I was very fat by local standards. I remembered being teased cruelly because of my jutting bum and my two melon sized boobs. My classmates often insensitively insinuated that my generous curvy measurements could only have been the result of constant massaging by older men. In reality I was as square, chaste, and innocent as any other kampong girl.

When I celebrated my 18th birthday, I was a full bodied woman with little knowledge of sex. Something happened during that period to add to the mystery of womanhood. It was a July weekend and my father had traveled to Penang for a week to source supplies and to visit a relative. The weather was then especially hot and we both slept in shorts and t-shirts without blankets. That night, I dozed off early. It was perhaps close to midnight when I heard a noise coming from my mother’s room. It seemed like a groaning sound that could be easily transmitted through the wood panels that separated her room from mine. It last for about two minutes and then it stopped. I got up of bed and decided to do what I had seen my older sisters did before me. There was a hole on the panel above the double bed which my sisters had used before and I had often seen them peeping into my parent’s room in the middle of the night when they were both still single.

I went over to the spare bed and standing on it, I could just see through the small hole at my eye level. A small 2-watt bedside lamp dimly lit her room. As my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I saw my mother sleeping face up on her bed at the opposite side of the room. I was shocked to see that she was wearing no clothes. What was even more unusual was that she was using both her hands to massage her two modest sized boobs. Her legs were spread wide and I could see her hairy pussy gaping obscenely in the quiet of the room. Mum seemed to be squeezing the fleshy mounds before moving her hand to her two chestnut sized nipples. As her fingers enveloped each teat, she was pressing and pulling them and but her eyes remained closed. Her moaning sound became louder as she stretched the knobs of her chest. Her hands soon left her two erect nipples moving downwards towards the crack of her vulva. I knew that my mother was not asleep and was doing something shameful to her own body. It was something that she had expressively told me never to do, not even during my daily shower. I had known that touching the nipples could give me nice feelings that made goose bumps erupt. I suspected that my mother was enjoying herself, as she moaned softly and sexily. I could see her right hand between her legs and she appeared to be digging and rubbing her pussy hard with her fingers. Her left hand returned on her right breast and she seemed to be squeezing her bust as she heaved and moved her buttocks up and down. 

I could see her opening and closing her legs as she tried to force the fingers of her right hand into her the gap between her thighs. Mind you, at that time I was still ignorant about sex and the detailed structure of the female genitalia. I could hear her breathing heavily. For unknown reasons, I instinctively knew that mother was engaging in some sort of secret sexual activity. It looked obscene and lewd, for I had never before seen her in the nude. She was shameless, digging and pulling her fingers inside that area of the body that she had had always emphasized to me was the most private and secret part of a woman’s body. Instead of being embarrassed, I felt naughty and excited at the obscenity before me, and my heartbeat was beating faster with excitement. Mum seemed to be unable to control herself as she continued with to frig herself for another twenty minutes. It would seemed that she was never satisfied for she would grunt softly, resting for a minute, before beginning to poke herself again. Her groaning became more torturous and louder as time went on. I could see her left hand actively playing with her chest, ceaselessly touching and squeezing her nipples and her fleshy breasts.  Suddenly she was grunting loudly as if she was in pain and then I heard her swearing lewdly as she squashed her breasts and bucked her backside upwards with her fingers inside her lower body. I felt a strange feeling developing inside my body and my pussy began to moisten with what I thought was urine. 

At last Mum seemed to be more relaxed as she continued to touch her breast with both hands. Ten minutes later, she got out of the bed to retrieve some tissue paper from the dressing table to clean her pussy. She replaced her clothing and went back to sleep.

The following morning, I met my mother in the dining room for breakfast. I was feeling a bit cheeky because I had discovered her secret. I decided to expose her hypocrisy. I asked her, “Mum, I heard you groaning like you were in pain last night. Was anything wrong?”

She looked at me with surprise, and immediately answered back, “Oh, you’re awake. Sorry to have disturbed you.”

“It’s alright. I thought you were in pain.”

“Yes dear, something bit my body and I have to scratch it. It was a bit painful and maybe I make noise unconsciously.” Her face turned a bit red as she tried to make the excuse. I wondered why she did not simply tell me that she was having a frightful dream and making noises in her sleep.

Mum was feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed the whole morning, always looking at me with a blushing face as she went about attending to customers in the shop. In the afternoon, she spoke to me at the dinner table.

“Cindy, you are already 18. Didn’t you know what I was doing?”

“No, Mum.”

“Don’t you sometimes touch yourself at night?”

“No.”

“Well, it’s alright. There is nothing shameful about touching your body when you are an adult. Not all of us can have partners all the time.”

“You told me never to touch myself. I just didn’t know what you were doing. I heard you groaning and suddenly I woke up.”

“It’s alright. There is no secret between a mother and her daughter.”

“Mum, can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, what do you want to know?”

“Mum. Am I an adopted child? Why do I look so different from you and my sisters?”

“Rubbish. You came out of my body and you look just like your father.”

“But father is so handsome and tall. I am short and I am so fat like Lynn. You and sisters are all so beautiful and so tall. I am so ugly.”

“No, you are not ugly. Just be happy because I love you as much as your sisters. You are precious to me.”

“I love you Mum.”

“Cindy, you are not so young now. You must try and make friends with boys because one day you must also get married like your sisters.”

“I am still young. Anyway who would want a fat ugly duckling like me?”

“No, you must not be too shy. Study hard and don’t be too choosy. There are also shy boys in school too. I don’t want you to miss the boat.”

“Mum, I have A+ type blood. You, father and sisters all have O type. I wonder why I’m so different.”

“Don’t be silly. O type parents can produce ‘A’ type children. You are special. There is really nothing wrong with you.”

We ended that conversation. My mother did not make any more animal noises the following night.

From that point onwards, I knew that it was okay for me to experience the sensations of touching myself and frequently did so during my shower. But I never felt the inclination to masturbate in bed. Perhaps the overriding fear of losing my virginity through an accidental perforation restrained me from being adventurous, even though I knew that Mum could get stronger feelings when she poke her fingers inside her pussy. 

When Jim and I completed the local equivalent of GCE O levels a year later at age nineteen, I met his parents for the first time. I was surprised that they were quite supportive of our friendship. They offered to employ me as a clerk in their small bicycle trading shop. I was given a small room on the first floor of their shop-house to live in. Jim joined his father’s business and we had plenty of opportunities to date after work. 

My future mother soon, Mil, soon asked for my birth date and after consulting a fortuneteller, she and my father-in-law, Fil, decided that I was a good match for their son. They dispatched a matchmaker to meet with my parents to ask for my hand. My parents readily agreed to the match because they realized that I could be a liability to them as an old maid at home. For not only was I fat, but my left cheek carried a doughnut sized light burgundy colored birthmark that could not be erased by years of treatment with various types of ointments and herbs. 

But there was a condition attached to Mil’s marriage proposal. The matchmaker, Madam Mary Tick, an old lady of around 50 told my parents that the groom’s parents wanted an assurance that I was chaste. 

“It is important to Mr. and Mrs. Wang that they have a bride who does not have a perforated hymen. They find that Cindy has a nice sized backside that can store the family’s wealth and a broken hymen will cause a leak that they do not want. It’s something that there are particular about,” Mary informed my parents in a serious tone.

My parents offered to produce a medical certificate from a local doctor to certify my status. But the matchmaker felt that doctors could be persuaded to help by financial incentives to state that a girl was virginal. My parents desperately needed her cooperation and agreed with her suggestion that she performed a vaginal examination on me.

“Don’t worry Mr. and Mrs. Tock. I have been a matchmaker since I retired as a certified midwife ten years back. I will help you to give assurance to the Wang family. I know that both of you are anxious not to miss this good match and you know what is best for the family and will act accordingly.”

“Yes, Madam Tick. Please put in a good word for us. We will do everything you say and we will show your appreciation and gratitude for your kindness,” Mum answered her obligingly as a typical trusting woman with a life spent in a kampong. 

“Good. I am staying the night at the small guesthouse down the road. I suggest Cindy and you Mrs. Tock come to my room this afternoon. This is a matter for us ladies. I’m in room 12.”

“Thank you Madam Tick. Please have more Milo and do stay for lunch,” Mum offered.

“It’s alright. Just call me Mary. I need to rest, so I will go back now. Cindy, you can come with your mother at around 2 pm.” Mary took her leave as Mum took me into the room to have a mother to daughter talk.

“Cindy, I’m so sorry that we have to agree to have her examine you instead of a doctor. You understand that marrying Jim is more important. She’s after all a midwife before, so you need not be shy about her looking at your body.”

“Mum, I'm humiliated by all this; I am pure and I don’t have to prove this to anyone.”

“Cindy, let’s do as she says.  I know she will be able to put in a good word for us to the Wang family.  Just make sure you have a proper shower before we go over.”

After lunch, we made our way to the guesthouse and found Mary waiting for us in the room.  She had changed her more formal pant and blouse attire into light blue dress.  She looked a lot younger with her modern looking dress.

“We have a lot of time this afternoon, so we need not rush.  As a matchmaker, I have to do many things to please both families.  So I hope that both of you will not feel awkward or embarrassed about the things we talk about or the things we have to do.”




Inspecting Cindy's Hymen



“Mary, it’s alright. We are not small kids.” Mum replied.

“Good.  Mrs. Tock, I want to know if you have taught Cindy anything about how to be a good wife.”

“Just call me Bee.  Cindy has all the good manners and she also knows how to keep the household neat and proper.  I have also taught her how to cook.  I don’t see a problem for her performing the duties of a good wife.”

“Good, Bee.  But have you given her any instructions on how to keep her husband happy, especially those things which a wife would need to know when they are together.” She replied looking at Mum with a serious look.

“Those things are too embarrassing for me to tell her. I know she will learn fast once she is married.”

“Cindy, do you know anything about sex?”

I shook my head.

“Mmm… The reason why the Wang family chose me to match make is to ensure that the woman is properly prepared before the wedding date. Don’t worry, Cindy, Auntie will teach you.”

“Thanks Auntie. I will listen to your advice.”

“Now, Cindy I need to examine you. Don’t be shy because both your mother and I have what you have on your body. I have seen and touched hundreds of women before as a midwife, and later I have also seen and examined many young women like you. Is this the first time? I am sure you have seen your friends, sisters or even your mother naked before?”

I blushed with embarrassment and remained still and silent. Mum told Mary that I had always been an innocent girl without any curiosity about such things.

“I won’t force you Cindy. Just be comfortable.”

I did not make any move to remove my clothing. Mary looked at Mum and asked her to go into the toilet so that they could discuss something that they did not want me to hear. Sensing that I was still shy about being seen naked, Mary returned to the room and suddenly said, “Okay, Cindy, I will remove my dress and if your mother wants, she can also remove her dress. So you will see that we are all equally naked and you will be more comfortable.”

Without waiting for an answer from Mum, Mary lifted the helm of her dress, pulling it upwards, and in one move she had shed her outer clothing. She stood semi-nude covered only by a thong and a half-cup bra that barely covered her walnut sized tits. Her fleshy bum was totally exposed while the narrow crotch lining left half her vulva uncovered. At the upper part of the triangular cloth, clumps of black pubic hair stood out prominently like the whiskers of a black cat. She looked at Mum who in turn stood up and remove her clothing. Mum wore a full 32B bra and the helm of her transparent lace panties stretched down to the top of her thigh. 

“Now Cindy, it’s your turn. Don’t by shy,” Mum whispered as she gave me a reassuring hug.

I had no choice but to divest my pants and blouse. I stood before Mary and Mum in my body hugging bra and oversized panties.

“Isn’t she a pretty girl? Such big sized breasts and such a nice round backside,” Mary tried to encourage me with her compliments. “Now lie down on the bed while I prepare myself.”

I saw her opening her bag and taking out a hand mirror and a few longish items that were contained inside paper boxes. She invited Mum to sit on the bed as she placed herself near my hip.

“Now Bee, you can help me along because I want Cindy to know that everything we do is normal and is nothing to be ashamed off.” She took my foot into her hands and twisted it lightly to test its dexterity. 

“Cindy, you have good bones and muscles. You are a strong and healthy girl.” She went on to feel the skin on my thigh, moving her hand onto my belly and then up to my chest, commenting that the skin was fine and the underlying flesh was supple and firm.


“Now Cindy I have to examine your breasts and vagina. You must first remove your bra and underwear.” My face turned lobster red at her suggestion, and sensing that I would not willingly do so myself, she asked my mother to strip me of my panties while she unclasped my bra.

I shivered at the touch of her hand on my boobs and my eyes remained closed. I felt her removing her hand away and then she said, “Cindy, open your eyes. Don’t be shy. Look at me, I also have the same thing as you.” Through the narrow slit of my eyes, I saw that she was topless and I felt more comfortable and opened my eyes to her gaze. My mother, sensing that she had to do something, also pulled off her bra and panties.

“Bee, I think you will also like to learn this.” Mary moved her hand to my nipple and used her thumb and first finger to hold it, pressing it lightly at first and then with greater force. I could feel something strange, yet nice as she was squeezed the nipple. It felt much nicer than me doing in myself in the shower. I could sense my two tits becoming hard and erect as Mary continued to massage one, then the other.

“Cindy, I am happy that you are a pure girl. Your nipples are pinkish and supple. I know you have never been pregnant before or had it sucked by other people. Bee, look at these. When a woman has her nippers sucked too often it tends to have harder skin and the nipples will turn darker once a woman has been pregnant with child. Look at yours, they’re so big and dark and the form is not smooth like Cindy’s. So you have born children before. See mine, it’s like yours. I have never been married, but I did have sexual experiences in my lifetime. I was pregnant once and had a miscarriage. But the evidence of my pregnancy will remain with me for my whole lifetime.

“Cindy, do you have nice feelings when I was squeezing your nipples? Yes, it gives a woman a nice feeling to have the nipples rubbed or pressed. Come, stretch out your hand and play with my nipples and your Mum's. It’s alright, because you must know the feelings that come when your husband plays with you. You should encourage him to do the things that make your body feel pleasure.”

As I moved my hand to play with Mary’s nips, Mum was sighing softly as Mary moved her hands over to her to rub her pouting teats. “Yes, it’s so nice. I’ve never been touched by another woman, yet it feels as nice as my husband’s touching.”

Mary resumed her examination of my fleshy milk reservoir, pressing and feeling, and then commenting that it was healthy. She told Mum that a woman should press her breasts daily to examine for signs of hardness from breast cancer. She then began to massage my boobs and squashing them hard. I could sense a longing for more of the naughty feelings from her touching and moved my hands to add pressure to her squeezing. “It feels nice, doesn't it? Don’t be shy when your husband wants to feel these big breasts, because there is enough flesh for him to enjoy.” I could see Mum with closed eyes squeezing her own boobs, unashamed and moaning softly.

After a short massage of my belly, Mary stood up to remove her panties. She was as hairy as me there and I could see that whilst she was not fat, her pudendum was not smaller than mine. She asked me to shift my body 90 degrees so that the light from the window could facilitate her vaginal examination.

“Open your legs wide. Wider. Wilder still. Good. Now don’t be shy as I must touch and feel you to examine you. I will make a nice feeling for you, don’t be scared.”

“Bee, isn’t Cindy’s vulva nice looking? Look at this fat, fleshy meat, protruding so high." She turned her back and took out a hand mirror, placing it in my left hand and adjusting it to reflect my pubes. “Open your eyes and look at your own vulva.” She then brought my right hand to touch my own sex. “Feel its fleshiness and smoothness. You have a lot of pubic hair, but it's well located, leaving your most sexy areas uncovered. I think your husband will really enjoy the sight of your pretty pussy.”

She turned to Mum and said, “Bee, have you taught Cindy how to keep the area fresh. Look at her two fat lips that are touching each other even when her legs are spread so wide. It’s easy to wash the outside flesh, but it’s more important that you keep the area inside clean at all times.”

“I have told her how to clean herself. I am sure she is very clean now. She had a shower before coming over.”

“Let’s see.” She removed the mirror and with Mum looking, she gently used her fingers to ply open the two big labia. “It’s really tight. Cindy, don’t feel ashamed because this is what we all have between our legs.”

As she slowly parted the peach slit between my legs, she was talking to Mum, who was wide eyed and breathing excitedly. “It’s really beautiful. Such a nice tint of pink, and so evenly spread. This crack is really quite long because of the big size of her pussy. All fat girls are quite alike, but Cindy has a very deep grove." Dipping her finger to feel my inner labia, I felt a strange but pleasant sensation. “She's quite dry inside. Maybe she is still very inexperienced and has not masturbated before. Look, the clitoris is not small and quite erect. Let’s not touch it for the moment.”

She moved her index finger to explore the whole length of the groove and suddenly she removed the and brought it to her nose. I could see a small piece of yellowish substance attached to the fingertip. “Hmmm... Just as I expected. Cindy you need to learn how to clean this area properly. All women have vaginal secretions, and they tend to coagulate in small lumps. This is piece of dirt from your secretions and is foul smelling.” She placed her finger in front of Mum’s nose and Mum immediately turned her head away. She then brought it to my nose. Indeed, I have never known that the residue inside my pussy could be so pungent and foul smelling.

“Don’t worry. If your mum and I do not wash our cunts properly, we will also be smelly. You have to wash the inside of the vulva to properly get rid of all the dirt. Otherwise your pussy will have an offensive smell and some men will be turned off by it. There are other men who seemed not to mind, but it’s better to feel clean for your man. Come with me to the toilet and I will show you how to keep the area fresh smelling all the time.”

“Auntie, aren’t all pussies smelly? People always say that the pussy is bad smelling.”

“No, my young girl. A clean pussy is cleaner and better smelling than a person’s mouth. I will show you how to keep it clean.”

I got up of the bed and went with Mum and Mary into the toilet. Using the handheld shower spray, Mary tested the water temperature and then she wet my vulva. With a small bar of soap she worked up a lather and gently pried open my crack. Using the finger she began to rub the area inside the crack. Immediately I could feel a nice pleasurable feeling swamping my body. She was diligent and moved her hand up and down the length of the venal groove, brushing the tip of my clitoris as she moved from the top end to the opening of my vagina. Stopping at the entrance, she looked up at me and said, “This is the area where the hymen is located. Be careful when you washing this area and do not rub too hard or you may damage the skin. Don’t put your finger inside the vagina until you are married because you can also accidentally break the membrane.”

At last, she used the spray to wash the soap away taking care to push the water jets inside the groove to remove any unclean residue. The then asked me to turn around and using soap and water, she was the divide of my bum and the anus. I could feel her soapy finger poking gently into the anal opening and she washed it to an inch inside. I was enjoying the touch of her finger and hand. It was something I had never expected from a simply task like cleaning my pussy and ass. 

Mum looked fascinated, so Mary turned to me and said, “Now, Cindy, you are now very clean.” She wiped me dry with a towel and moved her nose forward to smell my privates. She did not moved as she was enjoying what was before her. At last, she shifted her head and planted a light kiss on my vulva.

“Bee there is no need for me to examine Cindy any more. I could see her hymen just now. From the washing now, I can feel that the skin is quite thick. Cindy would have to be careful as she could bleed a bit more than usual when having sex on her wedding night.”

“Thank you for your help, Mary. Now Cindy, would you like to practice washing Mummy’s pussy?”

“That’s a good idea. Cindy, you go ahead and soap your Mummy’s pussy the way I did for you. Her slit is wide open so it’s easy to reach inside, but the washing technique is the same.”

I felt a sense of naughtiness as I began my assignment. I was excited and happy that I was able to explore my mother’s own private sex. Mum was not very hairy and her luscious pussy protruded obscenely before my eyes as I worked the hidden recesses of her love pot. I could feel the small knoll at the top of her slit twitching as I held my finger to massage her there. The feel inside her love channel turned from soapy to slick and I began to suspect that there was another source of liquid hidden inside the crack of her vulva. From my biology class, I had seen diagrams of the position of the vagina. Now I was actually having the opportunity to see a real life specimen. I used my fingers to pull her wider, and I could see her small, pinkish labia, looking like two lifeless, fleshy flaps, each topped by a black ridge. The vagina opening looked slimy with its ragged fleshy fringe. I brought first one finger, and then a second to push soap inside her warm, moist hole. As I pushed my finger inside and started to pull and push to ensure that it was properly cleaned, I could hear Mum gasping for air. She seemed to be moving her hips forward each time I forced my fingers deeper into her inner chamber. She was whispering, “Yes, it’s so nice, Cindy don’t stop. Clean the inside properly for me.” She restrained my hand from leaving when I tried to move it away. I could feel the velvety flesh pulsating as it contracted and loosened to grip my two fingers inside her secret hole. I began to understand the feelings Mum had when I first saw her frigging herself obscenely two years earlier.

Mum’s vaginal grip became tighter and she was moving her hips faster against my hand. I saw her squeezing her own breasts as she gulped for air. Suddenly she let out a slight moan, the same sound that I had heard when I saw her playing with herself in her bedroom. She stood still and allowed me to continue with my cleaning lesson. I could see Mary smiling as she whispered to Mum, “Bee, there is the bonus when one cleans the privates the proper way.”

At last I wiped Mum dry. Mary asked her, “Do you want to practice pussy washing with me?”

Mum smiled and nodded her head. Mary turned to me, “Cindy, now that you know how it’s done, you can go and sit on the bed while Bee learns pussy cleaning from me.” She leaned over to kiss Mum on the cheek and whispered to her, “I’m looking forward to your fingers inside my hairy cunt.”

I sat alone for about twenty minutes on Mary’s bed while the two adult ladies gave each other lessons in pussy washing. I could hear Mary and Mum moaning and whispering for some minutes before the sound of water spray drown out their animalistic noises. At last, they both came back into the room, faces flushed red, and exhausted.

We sat around the bed as three naked ladies talking like friends who had known each other for a long time. Somehow I felt more relaxed even though it was the first time for me being seen in the nude or looking at people in their birthday suits. Mary spoke first, “Cindy, what do you learn about sex in your biology lessons.”

“It’s called coitus or mating isn’t it?”

“Yes, you also call it sexual intercourse. This is what people do all the time, as couples make babies. Mrs. Wang wants me to teach you all the things you need to know about sex so that you can produce a baby faster for them.”

“It takes two people to determine the end result. I know now what my vulva looks like and also where the vagina is located. So perhaps I won’t be making love with my husband’s thing outside my body,” I said.

“Precisely, you are a smart girl. But didn’t you experience nice feelings when I was touching you? You need to feel relaxed when your husband is touching you. Likewise, you must heighten his sexy feelings by playing with his body, and especially with his cock, so that it is hard and big. During sex, those feelings will become more intense and pleasurable in your body, especially around your clitoris and inside the vagina. Sometimes you will enjoy the feeling so much that you feel like screaming or saying crude things. That is called an orgasm and it’s normal for you if you scream or talk crudely with your husband when you are achieving that climax. Don’t be ashamed about it. You chances of conceiving will increase if you feel horny and enjoy the greatest climatic feelings during sex.”

“Yes, I know. That feeling was good when you massaged my clitoris and my vaginal entrance.”

“Yes, I would have like to let you know about the feelings when the penis is inside your vagina, but you are a virgin and I cannot risk breaking your hymen. Mr. and Mrs. Wang are both very particular about prenuptial chastity. I know they are a bit more conservative than others, but marrying a virgin bride has always been the tradition in our country. Have you seen or touched Jim’s penis before?”

“No. Both of us are too shy to touch each other. We hold hands and maybe hug a bit, that’s all.”

“Okay, let me show you what it looks like.” She brought out a plastic object that she called a vibrator and said, “I have not seen what Jim’s is actually like. But most men would have something about this big and thick. You can’t use this inside your vagina now because it will tear your hymen. But you can see how it can penetrate my body. Do you want me to show you?”

“If you don’t mind. It’s only a toy, so what we do is not obscene, is it?”

“No, but first I want you to know about how a clean pussy will smell. Come over and open your legs.”

I did as instructed. Mary placed her nose over my vulva and began sniffing. “Yes, you smell fresh and clean now. As a young woman, your smell would be milder and more fragrant than that of an older woman.” 

I could feel her head moving forward as her nose rubbed within my vulva groove. She eased herself forward and when her nose touched the hood of my clit, I felt an electrifying sensation. “You smell so fresh and good. I could smell your pussy the whole day. Come Bee, smell your daughter’s clean pussy.”

Mum dropped her head and began sniffing hard. “Like you said Mary, she smells really good. Jim should be most happy to have such a fragrant pussy.”

“Come over and sniff mine. It will be more musky and pungent. It’s just been washed, so it’s clean, but as I said, we older women will not smell as good.” I hesitated and Mum went over and sniffed Mary’s glistening cunt. I could see that it was wet with her vaginal emission.

“Cindy, look at this moisture. It’s a woman way of telling a man that she’s ready for sex. You have no experience and therefore you are quite dry. But if Jim is touching you, you may get the wetness, otherwise you will need some KY jelly as lubricant. It can be quite painful for both partners if there is no water in your pussy to lubricate the penis.” She held out a small tube of jelly to show me what it looked like.

Mary went over to Mum and smelled her pussy, commenting that it was good smelling and inviting me to smell both of their privates. I found that Mary’s was musky and strong while Mum’s was a bit sour.

“Cindy, Auntie Mary is a good teacher. I have been married for 30 years, yet I have learnt so many new and exciting things today. Be comfortable, and what you see and hear from now onwards must be kept a secret amongst the three of us.” Mum placed her hand on my shoulder to lend her support to Mary’s teachings.

“Yes, Cindy you are an adult now. Learning about sex the right way will give you confidence when you are with your husband. Sexual intercourse between a healthy man and woman is the most beautiful thing that can happen between the two sexes. You must remember that you are marrying the man you love. You must learn to share your body without inhibitions. Sex is not just about making babies. It is that intimate act of coupling two bodies, joining them as one, as the couple expresses their love for each other. Sex is the most enjoyable activity for human adults if both parties are well prepared for each other.”




Inspecting Cindy's Hymen



“Auntie, what are the necessary things to ensure that it’s enjoyable all the time?”

“First you must make sure that both of you are fit and healthy through proper diet and exercise. Then you must prepare for intercourse by proper foreplay to be ready for the actual act. To ensure that it does not become a routine thing that can lose its novelty over time, you must be mentally tuned to desire each other’s body all the time. We call it lust. Lusting for your partner is not a bad thing but you must be faithful to each other, so lusting for a third party is not normal. Sometimes there are reasons for a man and woman to have sex with another person other than their partners. But overall, it’s always good to just have your partner for life.”

“I will be faithful and pure for Jim. I do not have an interest in any other man now.”

“Good. You can now watch while I use the vibrator to show you how a penis is inserted into a vagina. Watch carefully. You may feel a bit sexy, and it’s all right for you to touch your clitoris or your breasts. But do not use your finger inside your vagina now as you are still a virgin.”

“Mary, I have never used something other than my fingers and Cindy’s father’s cock inside my vagina. I want to try it, so you can insert it into me instead of having to do it yourself,” Mum generously offered.

Mum lay down on the bed and spread open her legs. Mary asked me to observe closely. I could see that Mum had a fairly large organ despite her slender size and conjectured that it could be because of her child bearing past. As I looked more closely, I found her outer pussy lips were fleshy but not fat like mine. The gap between the vulva lips was obscenely open revealing a small clitoris at the top end and a wet vagina opening that was oozing with colorless pre-cum. Her pussy smelled fresh and was alluring. I could imagine why some men would like to peek or ogle at this female organ, as it becomes more beautiful and attractive when it is seen closely. 

Mary brought the vibrator, but instead of poking it into the vagina, she moved her palm and gently massaged the Mum’s vulva. Slowly she dipped her fingers into her slit, teasing it from her pussy orifice to the clit. Mum closed her eyes and placed her hands to feel her own breasts. Soon, Mary was lightly touching the tip of Mum’s clit. I could see Mum’s pubes twitching each time the finger came over the hood of her clit. It was evidently a very sensitive region of her pussy. Mary then brought a finger and inserted it into Mum’s pussy hole and turned towards me to whisper, “This is foreplay to get the pussy to relax and produce lubricant so that the cock can enter it painlessly.”

She began to frig Mum by pulling and pushing, then introducing a second finger inside. Mum was closing and opening her legs and as Mary pushed her fingers deeper into the vagina. She began to buck and whispered, “It’s so nice Mary, please don’t stop; get deeper inside. I can feel sensations I never experienced before with my own fingers.”

Mary poked her deeper and whispered, “Cindy your mother has a very hot and active cunt. I can feel her cervix twitching and watering. Would you like to feel the inside of her vagina?”

I felt naughty and excited and nodded my head. Mary immediately held my hand and helped me to insert two fingers into Mum’s hot pussy. She moved my hand in rhythm with Mum’s heaving motions.

“Mum it feels so nice and sexy to poke your vagina. It’s so wet and so hot. I am feeling so nice inside my whole body. Mum, I think I am going to piss.”

“Cindy what you are feeling is natural. You will feel even better stroking your husband’s cock and feeling its heat and hardness.” Using her fingers she dug into my slit and added, “Silly girl, you are not pissing. Your pussy is producing lubricant. You are a healthy girl and will not have any problem accepting Jim’s cock. If you are dry, ask him to play with you as you are doing to your Mum and you will get wet.”

Although Mum wanted me to continue, Mary asked me to remove my fingers and to sit back. She brought out the vibrator and used the tip to lease Mum’s clit. “Bee this is bigger and you will really enjoy it inside you. But first, feel the sensations when it is vibrating against your clit.”

She turned on the sex toy and brought it to play with Mum’s clit. 

Mum screamed out, “Oh my God, it feels so nice. Don’t take it away.”

But Mary switched it off and with the left hand pulling Mum’s labia apart, she slowly inserted the plastic monster into Mum’s vagina. I was surprised that despite its fat size, there was no problem for Mary to insert more than half into Mum’s pussy. Mary began to pull and push the vibrator and Mum was responding by bucking to meet each and every thrust. She was moaning, “I feel so full, so nice,” as she began squeezing her boobs.

After ten minutes, Mary turned to me, “Now you can see that the pussy likes something big inside. Your Mum has enjoyed the feeling inside for the last ten minutes. Now she will get better feelings when it vibrates.” She switched on the vibrator and repeated her pushing and pulling sequence. Mum immediately heaved her buttock upwards and I could see her face distorted as she gritted her teeth to control the waves of pleasure that was swamping over her. She was gasping and moaning as the mechanical toy continued to torture her innards. It was as if she was suspended in time and space as she bucked up and down. Mary was twisting the vibrator so that it could massage the walls and bottom of her vaginal channel from every angle. 

As the ripples of pleasure continued to build up, Mum was squashing her two milk reservoirs. She unloosened the grip on one and pulled Mary’s head over to her face. Mary lips touched Mum’s and I had my first sight of kissing between two adults. I could see them milking each other’s mouths for saliva as their two tongues twirled and rubbed, dancing a tango within their horny mouths. 

Mum was bucking more desperately was Mary used her free hand to push the sex toy further inside to its extreme limit. I was shocked that the whole 7 inches could disappear right into such a small hole. 

Mum pushed Mary’s head away and began muttering a stream of expletives, “Ohoo.. so good, fuck… fuck my smelly cunt… yes big cock fuck.. fuck mee…..ee..” She ended with a scream so loud that it could perhaps be heard in the next room. Mary switched off the vibrator and left it inside Mum’s twitching pussy. She hugged me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, whispering, “Cindy, that is a strong orgasm. You will feel like dying when you are having an orgasm with Jim’s big cock inside your cunt. It will be much stronger when he is shooting his hot sperm inside you.”

After five minutes, Mum’s pussy had pushed the vibrator out. Her pussy hole was wide and red. There was thick mucous seeping out from her vagina. It was a sexy but also awesome sight. Mary used her finger and scooped out some of Mum’s discharge. She placed it before her nose and then mine commenting that it was not smelly. “It’s very clean, look, it also tastes nice.” I saw her placing her finger inside her mouth to suck on Mum’s viscous cum. 

I smelled Mum’s pussy again. There was a stronger but pleasant smell. Mary moved my head away and using tip of her tongue she licked Mum’s clit again. Mum immediately moved back away. “See it’s very sensitive again after the orgasm. It will vibrate again and produce another climax if I continue playing with this. It’s a waste to wipe away this precious pussy fluid.” I was shocked when she had placed her whole mouth over Mum’s pussy, licking and sucking out Mum’s cum. Mum’s body trembled and shuddered, but she was smiling happily and saying, “Mary, yes it’s so nice for my cunt to be licked by your mouth. It’s my first time being licked there.” She held Mary’s head tightly and tried to fuck her face. Mary continued licking and finally unclasped Mum’s hands to release her head.

After washing Mum’s pussy, Mary suggested that we dress. Turning to Mum, she said, “Bee, we are now like sisters. I will give Mrs. Wang a good report on Cindy. Since we are now so familiar with each other, just give me a red packet with two dollars for luck and nothing more. I have gotten more than just reward with our friendship.”

“You have spent so much time and we are grateful to you for all your help.”

“It’s okay. Mrs. Wang will pay me well for this assignment. If I’m lucky, she may even give me the pleasant task of tutoring her son.”

“We don’t know how to thank you,” Mum answered.

“You already have.  I am free tonight. If you want, I can teach you more. Cindy can stay at home as what we do is not appropriate for her at this moment. She must focus her attention solely on Jim and enjoy a healthy sex life with him. Come over after dinner and stay the night with me if you like. I will leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, I want to learn more from you.”

“Bee, you will need to. I could see that you have not had proper sex from the condition of your pussy and the strength of your orgasm. It must have been a long time for you since you climaxed so fast. Is there anything wrong at home?”

“I’m a bit shy to tell you, but you are so experienced and I can trust you. Bin and I have not had normal bedroom relations for two years now. He’s getting old and therefore not so keen.”

“I can understand.”

“Luckily for me, I have another secret outlet to enjoy other than fingering myself. Today I have learnt that I can also enjoy myself, perhaps more and safer, with another likeminded person. I did not feel shy just now. I had pleasurable and fantastic feelings all the time.”

“Well I am too old to find the mating tool, so I enjoy myself with good sisters. Never had I imagined that we were fated to share this sisterly bond. Come to me anytime you need relief and we can help each other to pleasure our bodies,” she replied in reference to a lesbian relationship with mother.

I was curious about Mum’s lover and asked if he was Lynn’s father. 

“Yes, this is a secret I shared with him and his wife.”

“Am I Lynn’s half sister? I have always suspected that Bin is not my natural father.”

“Yes, we started the affair when Lynn’s mother was pregnant with child. She loved him and gave us the cover, but your father began to suspect something when you were five. I was sorry that he did not love you as much as your sisters, but I love you the most.” 

I was not surprised by Mum’s revelations and felt relieved that she had finally come clean with me. The Long family subsequently attended my wedding as my relatives.

Mum did go to Mary for further tuition after dinner and did not get home until the next morning. She came back with a rosy face that could only have come from a nightlong tryst with Mary. I never blamed her and kept her secret. For the next few days, she was in exceptionally good mood. I knew that Mary had taught her well.

A week later, Mary returned to discuss the arrangements for the wedding that the Wang family had proposed to be held the following month. She stayed for two nights and Mum never left her alone at night during her whole stay. Mum subsequently became a good friend of Mary and they often visited each other during the weekends.

I was married a month later. I thought that marriage would be a life of ease and sex. I never expected the stresses and the illicit rewards that came with my efforts to produce a male heir for the Wang family. That’s another story.



Inspection



As I am still new to the writing process any feedback and suggestions for future stories would be appreciated. Thank you. 

The long awaited meeting will happen in just a few days. I am egger but nervous, our emails back and fourth have been very hot there has not been one time that I didn't have to satisfy myself after reading one of your emails. Dale you have told me that you would like to inspect my body when we meet. My body eagerly waiting your attention and of course inspection. 

The day arrives that I have been waiting for; it seems like it the day would never get here. My pussy has been constantly wet since the day we decided to move forward. My nipples and breasts are ready for a complete inspection. I hope that the inspection includes fondling, nipple play, and sucking. Don't be alarmed though Dale because as you are sucking on my nipples and doing your inspection, my pussy may get wet and hot.

My hands move down to my pussy to confirm that yes your attention on my tits has indeed made my pussy hot and wet. I let out a moan as you attack my nipples with your mouth. I love the attention my nipples and tits are getting, that I ask you to please finger fuck my pussy during your examination. I want to feel you fill my pussy with your fingers as you suck. Please Dale make me gush all over your fingers and hand. You stop for a moment as you move me over to the pool table and lay me down so that my ass is barely hanging off.

Your mouth attacks my nipples again as you insert your fingers again with eagerness. The new position of my body allows you to insert your fingers deeper inside my hot tight wet pussy. I look at you with lust in my eyes taking in your body as I moan loudly. Your cock standing at attention, thoughts going through my head as to how I will please you and make you cum. Your fingers hit that magic button that causes me to gush covering your hand with my pussy juices. Your lips come up off my nipples and they go to my lips for a deep passionate kiss.

You help me up and we walk to the bed and I ask you to lie down. I go to my bag and pull out my vibrator. Your interest is perked up. I crawl onto the bed so that you can see my pussy as my lips engulf your cock. My other hand takes my vibrator and you watch me slowly insert it into my hot wet pussy. I ask you to turn on the vibrator whatever level you would like and slowly start to fuck myself with it as I suck your cock. My hips start to move as I feel your fingers coming up to play with my clit. The moaning vibrates on your cock sending chills throughout your body. I start to fuck my pussy faster with the vibrator as I take your whole cock into my mouth this is how I will use my pussy a little later. My lips tighten around your shaft as my lips travel up to the tip and then back down.

Not wanting you to cum just yet I stop and pull the vibrator out of my pussy. My juices dripping as I move over you face so that you can get a little taste of my sweet nectar. Your tongue attacks my already aroused clit; I start to cum again allowing you to get a feast, which I know that you love. I seductively tell you that it is my turn to finish pleasing you as I position my pussy just above the tip of the cock. Knowing you like it when I ask for permission, I ask you if I may please insert your hard cock inside of me as I lightly brush my pussy against your cock.

You nod yes as I take you inside of me, my pussy egger to engulf your shaft. I moan as it fills my tight hot wet pussy. I slowly start to ride you picking up speed oohhhhhhh yes this feels so good. Your hands move up to my tits and fondle my nipples. Twisting and pinching and pulling them gently because you know this turns me on. You feel my pussy milk your cock as it moves in and out of me. My goal is making you cum so I start to ride you harder and faster. My hand reaches behind me as I start to play with your balls. Cum for me baby, cum deep in my pussy. I feel your body tighten as you start to cum. The feeling of your cock pulsing triggers an orgasm deep with in my pussy and I cum with you. I collapse on top of you as my lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. 

You look at me and just the look in your eyes tells me we have a very long night ahead of us.



Inspection



"You don't look anything like I expected you to," she says, walking slowly out of the bathroom. "I pictured you as....darker. More Italian." She runs her finger along her bare arm, looking down almost as if ashamed.

"If it helps, you look just as I imagined you would," I say mock-gallantly. "You certainly lived up to your billing."

"What, you mean these?" she says, suddenly brash, cupping her generous breasts and lifting them up and towards me. "These .... puppies?"

"Those "puppies", yes. They are magnificent," I tell her. In fact, they're all I've been able to think about for the last two hours. Not even the pale buzz from the three or four cocktails we've had has been able to distract my fevered mind from the shade of her cleavage and the promise of her nipples, subtly dampened by the cloth of her bra.

"You don't like my legs, then?" she asks teasingly. "Or my hips?"

Inside I'm feeling just like the archetypal man, raddled by lust and not sure how I came to be here. I'd loosen my tie and pull on my collar if I were wearing one. I can almost feel the sweat pooled beneath my skin, ready to ooze through my pores as the temperature rises.

But outside, I'm still calm. "Your legs..." I muse out loud. "Hmmmm." 

I get up from the sofa and walk around her, looking at each and every part of her body. Now that she's no longer dressed, now that she's no longer elegantly informal, she looks less worldly, but her pride in her body is unmistakable.

"Your feet are so small," I tell her. "They're like a child's."

"You know what that means, don't you?" she murmurs. She has one arm folded across her chest, while the other runs over her gently curved stomach.

"No," I say. "What does it mean?"

"It means," she says, her eyes alight, savouring the moment and the thought she's having, "it means that I'm very small inside, and I'm sure you're going to fill me right up." She looks meaningfully at my crotch as she says it, almost willing me to grow, to swell as if to prove her theory right.

And, truth be told, my cock does react to her gaze, the heat in her pupils that focuses just behind my zipper. I feel a gentle strain on my boxers and then on my trousers. And she smiles, a little curve of pure mischief.

I glance down to the bottom of her stomach. Her mound, a small hillock that nestles at the top of the shaded valley between her thighs, is clean-shaven. For a moment I can see myself parting those thighs, gently running my hand along her cleft, searching out her dampness.

I return my mind to the matter at hand. "Your thighs look very smooth," I tell her. "I'm sure you rub lots of moisturising cream into them every night." They look strong, too, those thighs, with just enough muscle to hold the flesh in check. "I'm sure they'd feel fantastic against my hips."

She bends forward a little and looks down. Her breasts spill a little over her arm, like a generous stomach straining against a belt. "So you want me to straddle you, do you?" she asks, looking up again. "You want me on top?"

Somewhere in the distant back of my mind, restraint is cast gently loose.

"Oh certainly you're going to spend some time on top," I assure her. "We're going to find out just how firmly we can lock together. How tightly you can grip me inside, and how long you can resist not moving, for example."

Her eyes widen, half in amusement, half in something else. I walk around to look at her from behind. Her hips sway gently as she resists turning to watch my progress, concentrating instead on seduction. My hand reaches out instinctively, but I hold back. Touching will come.

"Put your arms behind your head," I tell her gently. "I want to see the shape of your breasts from behind." As her hands reach up to gather her glossy hair, the outside of those marvelous breasts move into view. It's my favourite view of a well-endowed woman, the swell of the breasts echoing the arch of her hips below.

"You like?" she asks in a low voice. Once again I'm gripped by the need to run my hands along her skin, to follow those curves, to acquaint myself with the texture and the warmth.

Instead I walk round in front of her again, and as I pass her, I lean towards her ear and softly murmur "I think you're.....ripe. I think you're ready," and I smile as she squirms slightly.

"What am I ready for?" she asks, half uncertain yet half defiant. Her arms drop to her sides.

"I think you're ready to undress me."

At this, she seems to grow in stature. She raises her head, her stance is a little more assured. "Where would you like me to start?" she asks mock-politely.

"Wherever you wish," I say, and I move to stand where she is, in the middle of the bedroom.

With one hand on her hip, she surveys me. All sense of her own nudity has gone, now she is all business.

"Let's have that shirt off to start with," she says, and reaches out to unbutton it.

Her hands are steady, steadier than mine were when I unzipped her skirt. Her fingers are warm and dry, flirting with my skin as they pass gracefully from button to button. Each touch is a little flash of lightning passing between us, but she ignores it.

As the last button comes loose, she gathers the tails of the shirt and tugs them apart, revealing my stomach. I can feel her eyes running slowly back up, from the wisps of hair at my belt to the small flourish on my chest. Her hand rises, as if to touch my sternum, to run her fingers through the hair just above.

"You're not finished yet," I tease her. But I too am gripped by yet another impulse to reach out and lay my hands on her magnificent breasts, to run my fingers across her gently undulating stomach. Either of us could so easily bring this to an end, break the spell.

She reaches down and tugs on my belt. As it comes loose, she draws her arm back to pull it out of the loops, and the action draws one breast away from the other. Her cleavage, the dusky valley, comes into the light for a moment.

As if in response that that sight, my hands move towards the button of my trousers, suddenly betraying my impatience. At this she clucks her tongue, and taps my wrist. "We'll have none of that," she chides me. "You'll show yourself to me when I'm good and ready and not before." And my hands fall back to my side.

She reaches up to pull the shirt off my shoulders, standing on tiptoe as she does, and I feel her breasts against me for a moment. They're warm, hot even, and her nipples are standing out slightly, with the promise of more to come. I catch my breath.

"Did you like that?" she asks. "Did the touch of my breasts make you a little harder? Shall we check?"

And for a moment she glances at me, and a truth passes between us, as if we are both agreeing that "Yes, this game is enjoyable, and stimulating. And it's wafer-thin, this veneer of civilised seduction. We're a cigarette-paper away from dropping to the floor and rutting like animals."

I understand, and so does she.

She draws down the zipper of my trousers, achingly slowly. I can feel each click like another jolt of electricity. She stares at me intently as she loosens my trousers, her glance flickering from right to left, watching my eyes.

As the zipper nears the bottom, the back of her index finger caresses the head of my cock through my boxer shorts. Her eyes, still intent on mine, flicker briefly as she realises where her hand is. My cock in turn jumps at her touch.

"You are excited, aren't you?" she asks. "You're quite hard."

"I'll be harder still soon," I promise her.

"Mmm, I'm quite sure of that."

She reaches to each side of my waist and grasps my trousers, lowering them half-way down my thighs. "You finish that off," she says. "I'm not going to go on my knees in front of you. Not quite yet, anyway." And for a moment my mind fuses as I picture her lips making a perfect circle around my tool, her head bobbing up and down.

Quickly I lower my trousers, step out of them, and lose my socks in a moment of calf-like clumsiness. As quickly as I can manage, I am upright again, clad in just my boxers. The exposure, the fresher air, dampens my incipient erection slightly.

"Well, we're almost done," she says, stepping back. "Maybe I should inspect you as you did me." And she makes to walk around me before stopping herself and with an exaggerated gasp of realisation, adds, "Oh, but wait. I was naked, wasn't I?" She chuckles briefly, looking down at her naked self. "I mean, I *am* naked."

And she returns to stand in front of me, surveying me up and down, a finger on her chin. "I think I'll attack this last bit from the side."

She moves to stand at my right side, and I feel rather than see her hands reach out to gently grasp my boxers. Gently she lowers them, and I feel the back of her thumb caress the length of my cock, briefly caught up as it bumps against the flared head, before freeing me. My cock bounces, half erect and I glance down to see her staring fixedly as it gently rises and falls. My boxers are discarded to my ankles, forgotten.

For a moment, our half-civilised spell is broken, and she reaches out to cup my cock in her hand, to hold its weight, while her other hand caresses the back of my thigh. The newness, the gentleness of her touch is as exciting as the first time I was ever touched by a woman, and my complete erection is almost instant.

'My, that's quick," she says. "How long has it been since you've been inside a woman?"

I start to tell her that it's not the abstinence but the eroticism of her, of her touch that has made me so hard but she silences me with a finger. "I think you're ready," she murmurs with a wicked smile.

"Ready?" I ask.

"To be inspected," she replies.

She gets to her feet, her breasts swaying, and returns to face me, her eyes passing over my chest, my stomach, to my cock, gently bobbing in time with my heartbeat. She moves to my side and I too resist the urge to follow her with my eyes, and listen as her footfalls pad behind me.

For long moments I can hear nothing but my own breathing, then she speaks.

"Stand with your feet apart," she says.

I comply, then there is more silence. I hear a slight shuffling, and then feel a warm, gentle waft of air on my cock and my balls. I picture her, kneeling down behind me and my cock swells again.

"Do you like that?" she asks. "Did you feel it?"

"Yes," I mumble. "Do it again."

Another waft. Again my cock jerks upwards as I try to guess how near she is, if she is close enough to reach out with her tongue and gently run it along the top of my thighs.

More shuffling sounds, and I swear I can feel her breath against my back as I sense her standing up.

"You've got a very tight little ass, you know," she says. "Does it work well?"

"How do you mean?"

"Does it push your cock hard and fast?"

"It does very well for itself, thanks," I say. "You can find out if you like."

"Oh I intend to," she says, walking around to face me. "I'm going to lie down on that bed, and you're going to show me."

"Now?" I ask.

"Oh no, not yet," she says. "We're going to spend some more time exploring."

"How are we going to explore?"

"At leisure," she replies. "We've got a whole afternoon, and a lot of orgasms to get through."

"You make it sound like a challenge," I say.

"Maybe," she says carelessly. "But I think we've both passed the preliminaries, don't you?"

I bend back slightly, thrusting my hips forward to emphasise the erection that's still gently throbbing. "There's your answer," I tell her.

She doesn't reply, but walks to the bed and sits down. Leaning back, she slowly spreads her legs wide, ever wider, until her labia open of their own accord, revealing her glistening arousal.

"And there's yours," she says.



Inspection



Julia wondered what sort of place her father had sent her to. She had only been here an hour and already she was standing half naked by her bed, waiting for the Headmaster to come and inspect her uniform. He'd warned her of course, plenty of times, but she never listened. No she chose to waste her time with friends instead of concentrating on her studies and now here she was, just as he'd said she would be, nervous and uneasy about the coming year.

She glanced around the room, everything was tidy, just as she'd been told it must be. She had already been told that the Headmaster would find any excuse to punish her, and he had a fearsome reputation. So she waited, staring at the wall opposite her bed. It was a plain white wall and Julia wondered why everything was so stark in this place, it was almost like a prison. Perhaps that was the idea, to make the girls feel like prisoners and to shock some sense into them?

Julia heard a sound outside her door. Was that him? She started to tremble a little, her breathing quickened and her heart raced. Still she waited, but the sound moved on down the hallway. She thought back to the moment her father told her she was to come here, the day before her 18th birthday, he seemed strange that day, he looked at her differently, almost as if.... Julia felt her nipples hardening slightly under the expensive black lace basque she was wearing... almost as if he was lusting after her. She hadn't quite realised it at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that that's what it was. She was appalled by the idea, and yet, her body was reacting differently. She loved her father dearly, he was still a relatively young man, successful, rich (he had to be to afford to send her here, though she didn't know that) and good looking, indeed, not one but two of her friends had confided in her that they had fantasized about him while getting themselves off. Julia had never done that, but as she thought about her father now she felt a fluttering in her stomach and the first signs of arousal in her youthful pussy.

So lost in thought was she that Julia never heard the door handle turn and she snapped her head to the left to look when she felt the door move just a few feet away. Mrs Johnson entered the room first, she had met the girls from the bus and shown them into the college just a few hours before, and Julia had already weighed her up. She was in her late 50's and an old school disciplinarian without a doubt, her clothes marked her out as someone not to mess with, like a matriarch from a black and white movie.

She walked past Julia, looking down her nose at her as she did so, then she scanned the room for any signs of wrongdoing before settling herself in the far corner. The Headmaster followed a few paces behind. He was dressed in a smart suit that fitted his large frame impeccably. He was a big man, well over six foot and wide with it. Julie wondered if he might have played rugby at his school, he was perfectly proportioned for it. She certainly wouldn't have tried to tackle him if he had the ball. 

He couldn't help look down his nose at her... at everyone, being so tall. But with Julia barely scraping five foot three he positively towered over her, making her feel even more timid and insignificant than she usually did.

"Miss Hellings," said Mrs Johnson, rather curtly.

"Mmmm," mused the headmaster, appraising her like an animal he was considering purchasing. "Unusual name...quite attractive though, unlike some of the girls I've seen this morning."

Julia felt her cheeks redden and she looked down at the parquet floor.

"It is expected that you thank the headmaster when he compliments you," chirped Mrs Johnson.

Julia looked first at the woman in the corner and then up at the towering headmaster.

"Thank you....sir."

He showed no sign of caring whether the girl thanked him or not, but continued to study the girls apparel. 

"Do you know why you have been sent here?" He asked.

"Not really sir," muttered Julia.

A loud tut filled the room from Mrs Johnson's corner, which was followed by a very clear instruction "Speak up girl!".

"Not really sir," repeated Julia in a much louder voice.

"Hmm," said the Headmaster again. He bent down onto one knee in front of her and reached forward to straighten her black stockings. 

Julia flinched at his touch and was rewarded with a hard slap to her legs.

"Don't flinch," trilled Mrs Johnson. "The Headmaster inspects all the girls daily and any uniform infractions are dealt with swiftly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mrs Johnson," replied Julia, the stinging in her legs quite apparent in her voice.

"You are here to learn your place girl, your father expects perfection when you return and our reputation is exemplary. Accordingly, any mistake, however small will be punished and in time you will learn how to behave yourself properly in your father's company."

Julia looked down at the 'clothes' she was wearing and wondered why on earth her father would want her to learn to dress like this, and then she remembered that look he'd given her just before she left. 

"No," she thought to herself, "No, that can't be...he wouldn't, surely."

The Headmaster looked up at her puzzled face and smiled warmly.

"I presume your mother is no longer with your father?"

"No, she.... died several years ago."

The headmaster nodded, "It's often the case. In fact most of the girls who come here are from a similar background to you, rich fathers who are alone or in dead, loveless marriages. A lot of the fathers see their wives in the daughters and want to recapture what they once had..."

Julia shivered, again she was appalled that her father could want her but at the same time she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples harden still further. 

"Turn around," ordered the headmaster. 

Julia complied immediately, her head swimming as a thousand thoughts ran through her head at once. She completely forgot that the headmaster was inspecting her. He reached out and slid his fingers up the inside of her leg, Julia let out a small moan and then stopped herself. What the hell was wrong with her.

"Mrs Johnson," said the headmaster sharply, "if you would please observe this clothing infraction."

Mrs Johnson moved swiftly from her place in the corner, delighted to hear that the headmaster had found something worthy of punishment with this, one of the prettiest girls in the new group.

She leaned forward and the headmaster pointed to where Julia had mismatched the catches on the basque, leaving the top and bottom one's unfastened.

"Oh dear," said Mrs Johnson, almost unable to hide her glee at the girl's misfortune. "That is very unfortunate."

Julia looked around to see what the problem was and was rewarded with another slap across her legs.

"Keep facing forwards girl!" Barked the headmaster.

Julia obeyed, and then felt the headmaster unfastening and refastening her basque until it was perfectly done up. He stayed there a while, even when he had finished, breathing in her scent and taking in the gorgeous sight of her barely covered backside. His cock was already hard just thinking about what he was going to do to this girl over the coming year. Mr Hellings was very specific about what he expected for his money, he wanted her to come back to him as an obedient cock-hungry slut and he had every intention of training her to be exactly that.

Finally he stood up.

"I'm afraid, Miss Hellings, that I will have to punish you now."

Julia turned her head around again and started to protest. 

"Silence!" Cried Mrs Johnson. "You never talk back to the headmaster, you will learn soon enough that dissent only brings more punishment!"

Julia closed her mouth and waited silently, trembling slightly as she waited for him to make his move.

"You will find that your attention to detail will improve significantly as you progress through the course," began the Headmaster. "The punishments I administer are only intended to focus the mind and to make you more... compliant. I would give you one piece of advice today Miss Hellings, it is the same piece of advice I give to all the girls who come here, and those who heed my advice generally tend to enjoy their stay here rather more than those who try to fight it."

He paused to look over at Mrs Johnson who was already back in her corner, her hand beneath her smart jacket, gently pulling at her left nipple through her blouse. He smiled at her, fully aware of how wet her pussy already was. She loved this, nothing got her going like watching him discipline the girls. She loved being spanked herself, but watching him abuse a fresh, innocent girl like Julia drove her insane with lust, and she'd already seen him spank three girls this morning.

"My advice to you, Miss Hellings, is that you listen to what I say and follow my instructions, to the letter, and without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," said Julia softly, then remembering Mrs Johnson's previous instruction to speak up, she repeated her response in a louder tone.

"You see Mrs Johnson, she's learning already," said the headmaster winking at her as she looked down longingly at the bulge that was quite apparent in his trousers. 

"Oh don't worry," thought the headmaster. "You'll be getting it later, in every hole until I'm done with you, you horny little slut.".

The headmaster had been fucking Mrs Johnson for years, almost since the day he arrived at the college in fact. She was a few years older than him, a bit plump and admittedly not the best looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on, but by Christ she was a dirty whore. At first he'd been almost shocked by her eagerness and willingness to be used however he wanted her, but now he had grown to expect her compliance, just as he expected the girls to learn their place. He thought nothing of bending her over and forcing his cock into her asshole at any time of the day or night, knowing full well that she would not only comply with his wishes but beg him to fuck her harder and deeper while he was doing it.

The headmaster looked at her for a few moments more, before turning his attention back to Julia. He pressed his hand against her back and pushed her forward until her face was resting on the bed, her small, black lace knickers stretching over her gorgeous tight ass-cheeks. He was going to enjoy this.

He bent down again and pushed his face close to her ass, he could smell her pussy already, and he wondered if the thought of her father's attentions was responsible or maybe she liked the thought of being punished? Or maybe it was a bit of both? 

He made a big show of straightening her stockings once more, as if that was what he'd really bent down for and then stood up once more. Being left handed he stepped to the right of Julia allowing Mrs Johnson a perfect view of Julia's upturned backside. He smiled at her one more time and then placed his large hand on the girl's rump. 

Julia tensed as she felt the headmasters warm hand touch her skin, now she knew she was about to be punished. She closed her eyes and waited for him to begin, she couldn't remember the last time she had been spanked, it must have been over ten years ago. She waited, and waited and then just as she was about to open her eyes again she heard the headmaster say "You will count the strokes Miss Hellings, and be grateful that on this occasion I am only using my hand, in future you may find I am not so lenient." 

Julia heard herself reply, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." and then she felt the hand leave her backside.

A few seconds later she heard the sound of the slap echo around the small bedroom almost before she even felt it. She couldn't help but cry out as the stinging built in intensity and she felt tears come to her eyes.

The headmaster waited, but there was no getting away from the fact that Julia had forgotten to count.

"Did you forget something Miss Hellings?"

Julia suddenly remembered the instruction to count and blurted out a tearful 'One', but unfortunately the headmaster was not in a charitable mood. 

"Don't make me ask you again girl... we will begin again. And one other thing Miss Hellings, it would be to your benefit not to cry out as that will only increase the number of strokes I give you."

Julia acknowledged his words with a clear "Yes Sir." and then the headmaster brought his hand down once more, eliciting a wince from the girl followed shortly by a slightly hissed 'One'.

"That's better," said the headmaster as he lifted his hand away to lay another stroke across the girls trembling cheeks. 

"Two."

"Very good, I can see you're getting the hang of this."

Again his hand came down, and with each blow Julia's beautiful ass turned a darker shade of pink. Julia continued to count perfectly, even though the stinging was considerable, but then after about the eighth stroke she felt a subtle change come over her. She was no longer tense with fear, she was anticipating each blow, wanting it almost, and her pussy was definitely coming alive. The headmaster laid two more blows on her ass and she whimpered slightly as he allowed his fingers to trail down between her legs after the second one.

Mrs Johnson watched intently, desperate to see him pull out his sizeable cock and spear the girl in front of her. She moved her hand down between her legs and began to rub her own pussy through the material of her skirt. 

"Would you like me to stop now Miss Hellings?" Asked the headmaster.

"Y, yes.." came the slightly unconvincing reply.

"Are you sure, you don't sound very sure," pressed the headmaster.

"No..." confessed Julia.

The headmaster softly rubbed her pussy lips through the tightly stretched material of her knickers as he admired the pink sheen he had given her backside. 

"Have you ever been spanked before Miss Hellings?" Asked the headmaster.

"Not for a long time," replied Julia.

"It's not all bad is it?"

"No Sir," confessed the girl sheepishly. 

The headmaster hooked his fingers into the girl's panties and gently pulled them to one side to expose her ass and her desperate pussy. He then placed his palms on her burning ass cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal her tight rosebud. Julia felt his breath on her asshole and let out a loud moan. She felt completely at his mercy and longed for his fingers to enter her pussy and bring her some relief. Instead she felt his tongue flick against her ass, causing her to pull away sharply. This of course was exactly what the headmaster had hoped would happen, giving him an excuse to punish the girl further and leave her horny and desperate to cum.

He didn't want to waste any more time on her today. He simply stood up and laid another five slaps on Julia's stinging backside, causing her to groan loudly between each slap as she counted them and then walked out of the door, closely followed by Mrs Johnson. 

Left alone Julia didn't know what to do, she desperately wanted to reach between her legs and frig herself until she came, but she was scared in case the headmaster or Mrs Johnson came back in and caught her. So she just stayed there, bent over the bed, frustrated and horny, exactly as the headmaster had intended.

Outside in the hallway the headmaster walked past the next three rooms until he came to an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway, he knew they would not be disturbed in here and no one would hear them either. He stopped outside the door and motioned for Mrs Johnson to enter. She almost ran into the room and he followed almost as eagerly. 

Once he had secured the door he moved towards her and pushed her down onto her knees, Mrs Johnson's fingers worked at his groin, undoing his trousers and freeing his large, thick cock. She pushed her head down on it, taking as much as she could into her mouth without choking. Her left hand moved down between her legs and hotched her skirt up around her waist, allowing her to rub her clit through her sodden knickers.

As she sucked on the headmaster's impressive stalk, he watched her approvingly, telling her what a slut she was, and encouraging her to take more of his meat into her mouth until she was almost gagging on it.

Soon the headmaster had had enough and wrenched his cock free from her mouth, he reached down and pulled her to her feet and then pushed her onto the bed on all fours. He pushed her skirt out of the way and then pulled her soaking wet knickers to one side before slamming his prick deep into her willing cunt.

He fucked her hard and fast. He knew it wouldn't last long, the morning had been two and a half hours of foreplay for them both. He knew too that Mrs Johnson was rubbing her clit furiously and within seconds he felt her pussy contract sharply and she buried her face into the bed clothes to stifle the noise as she came hard. The sensations of her cunt squeezing and releasing his prick pushed him over the edge too and he felt himself unleashing a river of cum inside her as he pounded into her the last few times. 

When he had finished cumming, he pulled his slightly wilting cock out of her and pulled the woman up so that she could lick it clean. He held his cock just out of reach of her mouth until she looked up imploringly at him and begged him to let her clean him and then he pushed it into her mouth once more.

As he watched her submissively cleaning his sensitive cock, he imagined a time, not too far into the future when Julia Hellings would be doing exactly the same thing. He'd trained hundreds of girls since he'd arrived at the college and he instinctively knew which were the most responsive, and Julia definitely had potential written all over her.