2 comments/  81230 views/  1 favorites

Fifth of July Hangover

By: Fifth of July Hangover



"She did, but is that supposed to make it any better?" Mrs. Parker turned Leanne's head around and pushed her forward. She almost banged into me. 

"Trading sex -- is that how you're gunna get by in college?" 

"It wasn't sex!" Leanne snarled. "He wanted it, but it was just...." 

Mrs. Parker's laughing drowned Leanne out. "Well, you did it once. So suck it up, Miss Clinton." 

It was with that one-liner (which I think should have been "Miss Lewinsky") that I suddenly realized they were talking about oral sex. I was stunned. "Mrs. Parker can't be serious!" My brain screamed, “Not here...in front of her.” I also jumped back in surprise when Leanne reached for my pants. 

"See, he don't want to either," Leanne said, as she tried to stand, but Mrs. Parker pushed down on her shoulders. 

"No, I think you're mistaken," Mrs. Parker said, now standing directly behind Leanne, rubbing her shoulders. "I think he might be a little shy, that's all. Just ask him." 

"Are you, ah, shy?" Leanne asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. 

Mrs. Parker giggled. "No, you twit, ask him if he’d like...." 

"Frig that!" Leanne spat and she tried to scamper away, but Mrs. Parker had her by her ponytails. 

"Maybe she's had enough." I tried to offer, but I got the "Zip it" signal from Mrs. Parker. 

"No, I think this is a good ending to the punishment...now get over here." 

It was weird. I suddenly felt like Leanne wasn't the only one being punished here. Maybe I should have put up more of a fight, but one look at Leanne, naked and on her knees, ended any more actual thinking. I shuffled forward, dumbly. 

"Now get them pants down!" 

It took three or four repeats for Leanne to finally act. This time I didn't back away when she reached for my pants. She offered one warning as she gripped my pants waistband. "If you tell anyone...." 

I bit my lip and nodded, and my pants found their way around my ankles. My underwear soon followed, and my cock sprang free. My face flushed. I swear Mrs. Parker snickered, and then she added, "What do you know, he does have one.” 

I ground my teeth when Leanne wrapped her tiny hand around my cock, and then, after a few deep breaths, she put the head into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around it. I looked down, but she had her eyes closed tight. She continued to lick the head of my cock and then started moving slowly back and forth, until Mrs. Parker yelled, "Faster." It startled me, because, for one brief moment, I was in heaven. 

Leanne whimpered as Mrs. Parker moved Leanne’s head back and forth over my cock. At first it was slow and easy, but soon she was really pushing back and forth vigorously. Slurping sounds filled the room. It felt great, although it was also strange. Maybe my mixed emotions were the only thing keeping me from exploding immediately in Leanne’s inviting mouth. 

Mrs. Parker let go of Leanne’s head somewhere along the line, but Leanne kept sucking. For the first time, I ran my fingers over her hair and she looked up at me and purred. I almost lost it, but for Mrs. Parker again. 

"So you like sucking that big cock?" 

Leanne stopped and looked back. "It ain’t that big. Donny’s is…." She didn’t get the chance to finish, before I spun her head around and thrust my dick back in her mouth. (No, now wasn’t the time for analyzing.) 

The sound of Mrs. Parker’s tapping foot was matched by Leanne’s truly erotic slurping sounds as she continued. It wasn’t long before we were 

interrupted again. 

"See, I knew you liked it," Mrs. Parker said, as she moved over next to us. “That is so disgusting.” 

I sighed and shook my head. 

“I let go a while ago,” Mrs. Parker teased. “But you kept sucking along.” 

Leanne broke her grip. "Hey, whose idea was this, anyways?" 

"Why you little cock sucker!" Mrs. Parker snarled, and she reached out and tweaked Leanne’s right nipple. Leanne batted her hand away. Mrs. Parker raised her hand like she was going to slap Leanne. "If you were my daughter...." 

"Speaking of Hillary, did she tell you that she did this to Donny too?" Leanne said, before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. 

Leanne’s words seemingly hit like a body blow. Mrs. Parker gasped and then became very red in the face. 

"Why, you little liar." 

I wasn’t surprised that she went right for the hair again, and the struggle was on. Leanne put up a good fight, but was outsized, and wound up defeated once again. She ended up lying on her back on the coffee table, Mrs. Parker sitting on her stomach holding Leanne’s hands over her head. 

The cat fight doing little to ease my excitement, I found myself stroking my cock watching them. 

“Don’t just stand there playing with yourself,” Mrs. Parker said, looking up at me. “Get over here.” 

I moved over, obediently, but was more than a little confused. I looked at Mrs. Parker, and she seemed to be in the right position, so I moved closer. 

“Not me, idiot -- her!” she screamed. I jumped back. Leanne seemed amused until I knelt and turned her head. It was awkward, but I managed to get my dick back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, my knee was quickly becoming a problem, so I suggested a change of position. Mrs. Parker wasn’t too happy, until she heard the details, and then it was Leanne who wasn’t happy. Mrs. Parker once again “helped” her into position. 

And it was quite a position. Leanne was lying on the couch in an upside down sitting position, her head at just the right height for some face fucking. I moved over, and, after a few attempts, Leanne finally relented, and I went to work. I think I got caught up in the moment and was really giving it to her. I was holding onto her legs and made sure I had a good view of her pussy. I even managed to forget about Mrs. Parker. 

It only took a couple of minutes for me to reach my limit. It just felt too damn good. I pulled out of Leanne’s mouth and let go of a few streams of cum that landed on her cheek and chin. I pressed my dick against her lips, and, with a scrunched face, she finished me off. Mrs. Parker offered some mock applause. 

I stepped back and Leanne quickly spun herself around. 

“Ewww, gross,” she said, as she ran her hand along her face. 

“If I only had a camera,” Mrs. Parker said, and then she told Leanne to take a shower. Leanne scampered away. I pulled up my underwear and pants. 

Mrs. Parker was pointing to the door. "You were certainly a big help. Or shall I say 'LITTLE' help?" 

And with that final quip, I was on my way. I walked back to my aunt's house, hoping that she had some beer in the fridge, because I needed one, big time. I washed up in the bathroom and then found my way to the fridge and was fishing around when I heard Aunt Peg's voice. 

"It's in the bin." 

"Ah, what?" I said, a little embarrassed. 

"The beer. Isn't that what you're looking for?" 

I just nodded, and I guess my aunt knows me a little better than I thought. 

We moved to the couch. It was strange sitting next to her after what had just happened. I knew that she'd used me for embarrassment purposes, but I'd gone beyond the call of duty. 

"So, did Leanne enjoy her punishment?" she asked, after a few minutes of silence. 

I felt my face flush. "I don't know." I said. (And I was really still trying to figure that one out.) 

"It must have been really embarrassing to have you watching her get spanked." 

I nodded, and then, a couple of seconds later, my brain screamed, "Watching?" 

"I was surprised." I said, fishing for more information. 

"I bet. I know spankings are a thing of the past, but I've tried everything else. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable." 

"Why, I mean, why didn't you do it…the spanking?" 

"Marilynn thought it would be better this way." 

"Would that be Mrs. Parker?" I said, beginning to get a strange feeling.... 

"Yeah, she wasn't happy, either. I mean, to open the door and have a cop standing with a hand on your daughter's shoulder. I shudder at the thought. They're just lucky that the cop knew Marilynn. And then to top it off, my daughter doesn't even tell me about it. I felt like an idiot when Marilynn brought it up, and I was clueless. I was also a little upset that she was trying to pin all the blame on Leanne." 

"So you spanked her… I mean Marilynn's daughter." Trying to avoid one of my aunt's rants. 

"Yeah, it was strange, and she wasn't happy about it, so I guess she learned her lesson." 

"I see." 

"Yeah, she's downstairs, playing a board-game with Adam." 

"I see," I moaned again. I'll admit my mind wasn't working all that well, still a little flustered by the previous events, and maybe still a little hung over, so I asked. 

"Did you...like...do it today?" 

"Yeah, right here on the couch." 

"Over your knee?" 

"Yep." She took a few playful swats with her hand. "I think Adam got a kick out of it." 

"Adam?" I squealed with surprise. 

"Yeah, it was the audience factor." 

"Another Marilynn idea?" I asked, but didn't have to. 

"Yeah." 

"But isn't Adam a little young?" 

"No, maybe it taught him a lesson, as well." 

By her matter-of-fact tone, I figured I knew the answer to this one, "Was it a bare bottom one?" 

"No," she said, before I even finished asking. "But she had on these thin stretch short pants, so she felt it.... Wait a second, was my Leanne's bare bottom?" 

I nodded, wondering if I should drop this whole conversation. 

My aunt giggled. "Wow, that must have been embarrassing for her. I understand your surprise about Adam watching now. Yeah, he would be a 

little young for that. In fact, I've never spanked my kids that way." 

"But you've given one to Hillary before. I mean a bare bottom one." 

She shook her head. "Gosh, I would have been too embarrassed. Why do you 

ask?" 

I stammered a bit, pulling the pieces together. "I-I just thought both of them got the same punishment." 

"Me, too. But not from the sound of it," she said. And she had no idea. 

"Oh, wow, it's time to take Adam to soccer practice." My aunt went downstairs and fetched Adam, leaving me alone with my thoughts. "I'm glad it's only practice and not a game, because I know I would have been dragged along, and I'd rather poke my eyes out then watch a bunch of ankle biters chase a black and white ball around. It was a strange first thought, I agree, but I was also glad that Leanne hadn't come back yet, because that would have been more than a little awkward. 

I was about to leave when Hillary came upstairs. I had met her only briefly a couple of times, so, when she sat down, we just said "Hi" to each other. I started flipping through a newspaper, and she a magazine. Hillary was the blonde version of my cousin, only a little taller. She was wearing a tennis skirt, so I figured she had some shorts on underneath them. My eyes ran up her long legs. 

"It's weird, huh?" she said, after several minutes. 

"Oh?" I panicked, my heart fluttering, thinking she'd caught me looking up her skirt. "What the hell was happening to me?" 

"No TV here," she said, gesturing, after a couple of seconds of my flushed silence. 

"Oh," I said, with a chuckle. "Yeah, Aunt Peg isn't big on TV…corrupts the mind." 

"I know; it's weird." (What I thought was weird was confessing ones sins to her mother just so she could watch it.) 

"Ah-huh." I agreed, but I was thinking about her mom, and if she would follow in her perverted footsteps. I kept looking over to her, trying to muster up the courage to ask her about the night that the cop brought her home. The front door suddenly opened. Leanne ran in and headed right up the stairs. 

"I'm never going over there again!" she screamed out, as she made her way past us. 

Hillary looked at me, and then got up and started to follow. 

"Wait, give her some time," I barked. 

"Why, what happened?" 

"Your mom gave her a good one." 

"Jesus, she should have known that, though." 

"Why?" I wondered. 

"Well, my mom was pissed...still is. We thought that cop wouldn't tell, after...." She looked up and got red-faced, like she suddenly realized who she was talking to. She jumped up from her chair. "I gotta get going. See yah." 

And, just like that, she was gone. 

I sat quietly, trying to pull the pieces together. I wished someone would finally tell me the whole story instead of my getting it in bits. 

Leanne came bopping down the stairs, about ten minutes later. She flashed me a quick look. "You still here?" She went into the kitchen and grabbed some soda from the fridge. I almost asked her to bring me a beer, but I bit my tongue, deciding not to press my luck. She poured her Coke into a glass and looked up at me. "Waiting for my mom to come back?" I could tell by her tone that it wasn't really a question. "What, cat got your tongue? I noticed that happened a lot today." 

I didn't really know what to say. I guess I was feeling a little guilty. 

She was leaning up against the dry bar in the kitchen, only a few feet away. She was looking my way, but her stare was blank. 

"Do things like this happen often around here?" I finally mustered the courage to ask, after some awkward silence. 

She just rolled her eyes. "What's that, a guilty conscience?" 

"Hey, I had no idea this was...." 

"I know, I know." Leanne interrupted. "Sometimes you get more than you bargain for." 

"You had no idea, either?" She just shook her head at my dumb question. "Wait, are you talking about today or with that Donny guy?" I could tell by her sudden change of expression she wasn't happy at that question, either. 

"Sorry," I offered, "I'm just a little confused." 

"You want to know what happened, is that it, how I got into this whole mess?" 

I nodded, and held my breath. (Was someone finally going to tell me?) 

"Then I guess you have to promise never to tell anyone about anything that was said today, as well." I quickly crossed my heart, knowing I was 

hell-bound anyways. 

"Donny is just this guy we know who graduated last year and he took chemistry and aced it, not because he's smart, but because he had the answers to all the tests. Seems like our retarded teacher never changes her frigging tests from year to year." 

"So...?" 

"So, we tried, but c'mon, it's chemistry, so we made a deal with the devil." 

She turned and started idly going through some cabinets. I guess that's all she wanted to tell me, but I wasn't satisfied. 

I cleared my throat. "But, it's July, and this just happened?" 

"Oh, brother," Leanne sighed. "Yeah, we kept putting him off and thought we might get away, you know, after we graduated, but he found us at the mall and still wanted his payment. He said it was our last chance, or he’d haunt us. We could tell he was pissed." 

"He didn't hurt you or anything, did he? I could kick his ass...." 

"Please," Leanne said, with a laugh. "A little late to play the protective cousin. Plus, he didn't. He just wanted...you know." 

"A...BJ," I mumbled. 

"Yeah, right!" Leanne cried out. "No, his promised payment. I guess in the end that's basically what he got. Well, after we stripped, and he tossed our clothes into the front of the SUV. We were in the back, me on one side, Hillary on the other...our heads, well, you know. That’s why we didn’t notice that cop when he showed up, although I was glad to see one, for once. You see, Donny had this perverted list of sex things he wanted. He even had this bag of toys.” 

Leanne wasn’t looking at me as she told her story. Instead, she was focused on her glass. “He said we could choose which one of us did what, 

but we had to complete the entire list, and then he'd never see us again. I mean that was the original deal. Jesus! What were we thinking? I've never even did half the stuff on that list before. See why we were trying to put it off?" 

I nodded, but she was focused on her glass. "Are you sure you don't want me to kick his ass?" 

Leanne smacked her lips and flashed me that “you idiot” look. "He's like 6'4" and 250." 

I chuckled. "Ok, you want me and a couple of my friends to kick his ass?" 

Leanne shook her head. "No, we talked to him later, and everything’s cool. Seems like that cop put the fear of god into him." 

"That cop seems like a cool guy." 

Leanne gave me that look again. "No, he is a guy, a horny guy, a guy with an offer. Well, after he chased Donny away and confiscated his sex toys." 

"Oh, my!" I moaned. (He sounded like Deputy Duffy.) 

"Yeah, but I'm sworn to secrecy on that one. Let's just say that I've done most of the stuff on that list now, well except for...." Leanne paused and finished her drink off. "Funny, I was sooo scared, but ended up really getting off on the fact that I was doing stuff to him and even Hillary that I'd never do otherwise. Honestly, it prepared me for today.” 

She looked at me sheepishly. “Can you believe she made me do that to you?" 

"Yeah, that was s-something," I mumbled. 

"Can I ask you something?" Leanne said, looking at the floor, and I nodded. 

She looked up at me, and I nodded again. "Not that I really like it, and I’ve only done it a couple of times, and no one's really told me before but...was I, ah...? 

"Awesome!" I answered. 

Leanne fluttered her eyes. "And my b-b-body?" 

"Sexy as hell." 

"Better than my mom's?" 

"Light years." 

Seemingly satisfied, she headed for the stairs. She turned to me and smiled. "Do you think Mrs. Parker actually has arthritis?" Then she continued on her way. She poked her head back. "Whose idea do you think it was to have YOU watch my spanking, anyways?" 

My jaw dropped. 

Leanne nodded her head. "Hillary warned me that her mom always gave bare bottom spankings, and I knew if I pleaded with my mom not to call you that she would. But again, I got more than I bargained for. I just thought that you’d see my butt. I was just trying to prove a point. I think she just took advantage of the fact that I'd be so embarrassed that I'd never tell. But now that’s it’s over...." 

“I know I’ll never forget it,” I said. 

“No kidding, me either.” Leanne gasped. “And can you believe that she pulled me out of the shower and took my temperature. She said I acted like a baby so you can guess where she took it.” 

“Wow!” I said, mentally picturing it. 

"Yeah, wow!" Leanne flashed me a sly smile. "Sorry, you're gunna have to take care of that little problem in your pants yourself. It was a one-time thing," Leanne turned and headed up the stairs. "That is, unless I get punished by Mrs. Parker again." 

After a few minutes to regain my composure, I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. But I stopped short in the foyer, dreading the long ride home, especially in my fired-up mood. 

“Don’t even think about it!” my conscience screamed into my ear. 

But I was listening to that horny devil on the other shoulder who was reviewing everything that Leanne had just said, every little sordid detail adding fuel to my mood.... Making a deal with that punk, accepting the cop's offer (and being double crossed), agreeing to be punished by Mrs. Parker -- and wanting me there to witness it when she found out about Mrs. Parker’s penchant for bare bottom punishments -- and, most important, admitting that she did find measures of pleasure and excitement in it all.... 


I glanced at the clock; I still had some time. 

Leanne did say it was a one-time thing. Well, that "time" wasn’t over yet. Her confessions had left me more than ready for an encore, only this time she wouldn’t get away with just a blowjob. No, I was hot for more. As I crept upstairs to the bedrooms, I wondered if anal sex was that one thing on that sex list still remaining...AND if she would ever joke about my or anyone’s “size” again. 

I snickered, also wondering if Mrs. Parker really took her temperature rectally, or if that was just for my benefit...maybe to plant the seed of an idea in my thick head. 


Fifth of July Hangover



Although Mrs. Parker had been more than helpful. I knew I didn’t need any more assistance from her. No, Leanne had said enough to lead me to believe that my actions, however perverse, would be forgiven. 

But not forgotten! 

Then, halfway up the stairs, I paused, thinking about that tall blonde, just next door. I began to develop a follow-up idea -- and I wondered if they might be up for another threesome.... 

“But, first things first,” I said, knocking on Leanne’s door. 

The End 

Thanks for reading my story 

Feel free to post your comments or email me.

And please Vote 

Edited by C. Lakewood