"No thanks necessary, Dad.  I primed her just for you." I was playing in my
head, as I faintly heard screams of ecstasy through the walls.  I could sleep
satisfied myself, after all the noise died down.

The next day I phoned Shauna.  She came right over with her suit.  "Let's go
swimming."  She suggested.

"Sure." I said rather matter-of-factly.

"No, not here.  Let's go out to the quarry and dive off the cliffs like we used
to do."  Shauna suggested.

"I could be up for that." I added.  "I'll go get Slutburger to give us a ride."

"I can't take you kids today.  I have plans."  Terry replied to my request.

"Got your thing on?"  I asked.

"No.  That thing is horrible."  Terry complained.

"It is only necessary because you can't be trusted."  I scolded.

Terry hung her head monetarily.  She didn't have a counter to that for now.
"Can't we just live in peace?  I have a life.  You have a life.  She's got a
life. �"

"Yeah, and my dad thinks he has a life with you.  Boy is he misguided.  Change
your plans.  We need a ride."  I asserted.

Terry made some calls, to lady friends, to cancel get-together plans, which
would probably have included  strategizing what to do about Shauna and me, since
she'd be wearing the device when she met with them.  Otherwise, it would
probably be about controlling more of my dad's money or getting extra cock on
the side.  Either way, she'd be better off with us.  We'd have to worry about
what to do with her, when we went back to school, later.

"I think we turn in and park here, don't we?"  I asked Shauna. 

"Yeah, this is it."  She said.  "Okay let's go."

"You kids go.  I'll just wait here."  Terry said.

"No way.  You're coming too.  Com'on it's a hike.  Go that way."  I said having
her lead.  I was going to enjoy watching her body work to hike over the rough
and rooty trail through the woods in her high-heeled sandals, flared miniskirt,
and tube-type peasant top.  What a fox.  I wish I didn't hate her so much.

When we reached the abandoned quarry we stripped to our suits.  "Com'on, you can
go in too." I told Terry.

"No I'll just watch."  Terry said.

"No, I think you'll go in and test the water for us first."  I said.

Terry took off her sandals, top, and skirt.  "Can't I at least take this thing
off to go swimming?"  She asked.

"It is designed to get wet and dry quickly.  It shouldn't be a problem for you.
Go in."  I directed.

"Oh shit.  This is cold."  She complained, dog paddling to keep her head above
water.

"What a wuss."  Shauna said stepping off a ledge into the water.

"You guys are the wuss's here.  What do you need suits for?  You've seen each
other naked.  I've seen you naked.  And, we are the only ones here."  Terry
challenged from the water.

"We've never done it 'skinny,' do you want to try?"  Shauna asked me.

"Okay."  I agreed, and we left our suits back up with our clothes.  "Now who's
the wuss?"  I shot back, as we acclimatized our bodies to the cold water.

Shauna and I did our thing while Terry lay on a rock sunning herself like the
lizard she was.  We got so wrapped up in our competitions and underwater grab
ass games that we didn't notice when, exactly, Terry was no longer in sight.
"Com'on.  We've got to find our ride."  I urged Shauna.  We climbed up to where
Terry and our clothes were, but they were both gone from sight.  "Oh shit. �
Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" Was all I could say at that very moment.  "How can I be so
stupid!?"  I was thinking.  Shauna's thoughts were parallel sentiments, although
she was already up to the concern of being seen by anybody lurking or happening
to pass by and was covering her breasts and pubic area with her arms, and her
body huddled over in a self-conscious slouch. 

"What are we gonna do?"  She whined.

"I don't know.  Let's see if the car is still there."  I suggested.  So, with
Shauna keeping one hand resting on my back and the other covering her breasts,
we padded our way over that same rough and rooty trail to where the car would
have been.  "Oh shit.  Now we're fucked!  Where did that bitch run off to?"  I
ranted.  "Look.  She expects us to get back on our own.  Here are our shoes.
Shit!  Is she gonna get it when I get home."

"We've got to find some clothes and then call the cops on her.  She could go to
jail for abandoning minors in the woods like this. �  Where do you think we
could find some clothes?  Shauna asked.

"Well, any place but here.  We've got to get to a house or something. � We
should probably follow the road somehow.  We can't really hitchhike or even walk
along the edge without being seen."

"What if we walk back-to-back, we could each be looking out for anybody in all
directions and have enough time to duck off to the side."  Shauna suggested.

"Okay, let's try.  Shit, I'm glad it's sunny, or I'd really be cold."  I
remarked.

We snuck out to the road and tried to make our way back in the direction we came
from.  When we'd hear a car, we'd scurry like rats into the bushes at the edge
of the woods.  Sometimes we were pinned in for several minutes as the traffic
ebbed and flowed.  We were getting worn out more from the anxiety created by the
threat of being caught in this state than from the actual physical exertion, and
we were getting hungry.  Finally, we had a shred of luck fall our way.  As we
ducked away into the bushes we happened upon a discarded, filthy, ripped tee
shirt.  Shauna demanded that she be the one to wear it.  When she got it on, it
had a gaping rip on the right side below her arms that went around both sides so
that the bottom half just clung with a couple of inches of material on the left
a few inches lower than the right.  Shauna was happy that three quarters of her
breasts were covered, well, all her nipples at any rate.  When we started to get
under way, she stopped and ripped off the hanging part from the left because the
material did nothing for coverage or heat retention.  I picked it up to try and
figure a way to fashion more clothes out of it, but it was pointless.

We made slow but steady progress for the stretch that the road was lined with
woods. As the woods thinned on the side they were walking, we came upon our
first signs of civilization, a tavern.  "Shit, now what do we do?"  I remarked.

I don't know, but I'm really getting worried, and hungry."  Shauna said.

We can switch to the other side and run as fast as we can past the tavern."  I
suggested.

"Do you see what I see?"  Shauna said with hope in her eyes.

"What?  Tell me."

"Isn't that your car in the lot?  Look.  Over there, the third one in."  She
pointed out.

"Holy shit!  You're right.  We've gotta get over to the car.  That's probably
three quarters of a football field to cover before we reach the lot.  Are you up
for it?"  I asked.

"What else can we do at this point?  We've got to get clothing; we've got to get
food; and we've gotta get home."  Shauna said.

"Yeah, so we can cook Slutburger's bacon."  I added.  "Okay, we've gotta wait
until there are no cars and no one coming out of the place to get to their cars.
� Looks good now, are you ready?"

"Let's do it."

We ran like our lives depended upon it.  Cock, balls, and tits splashing against
our bodies in reckless abandon.  We finally made it to the cars and pulled up
squatting behind our car away from the door to the bar.  We both peered in and
saw our clothes thrown around the backseat.  I tried the backdoor, but it was
locked.  Shauna tried the front.  "Don't bother," I said, "I can see all the
lock buttons are down.  She's got to be inside.  Let's see if there is a window
we can look in around the back where we can't be seen."

We went around the back and saw a fan on.  It was too high for one of us to look
through, but one of us with a lift could see in.  The obvious choice was Shauna.
She was reluctant at one level because of her immodest condition, but her
determination to get back at Terry overrode her reticence.  I knit my fingers
together and crouched down to give her a step.  When her shoe was securely in my
hands, and her hands were safely on my shoulders, I stood up to bring her face
to face with the fan blades.  At that very moment, I saw Shauna in a whole new
light. - I know what you're thinking, "her cunt and breasts from a whole new
angle" no. - I saw her not as just my best friend, but as a young woman,
balancing a well proportioned body on one foot, sort of an arabesque, all of her
muscles in play.  And, of course, her pussy and jutting breasts accented by the
partial tee-shirt did have an effect on me too.  I was now sporting wood, so to
speak.

"Do you see her?"  I asked refocusing on the task at hand.

"Yeah, she's in there slutting it with three or four guys who are falling all
over her.  Looks like she's getting her drinks for free, they have some lined up
for her."  Shauna described.

I let her watch as long as she wanted to, because I had a new attitude about the
view I enjoyed.  When she finally came down, I tried to hide my woody in a
crouch and made conversation until it decided to let me off the hook.  I
suggested finally that we wait close to the front and try to get some help from
someone exiting the bar.  Finally, a guy came out pretty happy.  "Psst!  Psst!
Mr.  Psst! Over here."  I called for only his ears to hear.

"Unnh?"  Was his response.

"Mr., could you come over here a second?"  I asked waving him to the corner of
the building.  "Mr., that lady in there. �"

"My blonde goddess."  He babbled.

"Yeah, that's the one.  Could you go back in a second and tell her you need her
keys a second to move her car?"  I coached.

"To move her car."  He repeated.  "You want me to ask her for her keys to move
her car.  Sure no problem."  He mumbled.

"No problem, my ass.  Let's go back, and watch."  I told Shauna and we scurried
to the back.  This time I found a couple of milk type crates that I stacked so I
could see in.  Maybe Shauna had a new attitude of my manliness, watching me from
a new angle.  It did seem like her nipples were kinda firm, or was it just the
cool air in the shade.  Bingo!  The guy actually did it.  I ran around to the
front to meet up with him and held out my hand for the keys.

"Hey.  You don't have any clothes on." He said watching me fumble hastily with
the keys in the lock.  

"Yeah Man, they were locked inside the car.  That's why you got me the keys,
remember?"  I said.

"Oh."  He said with a hiccup. 

I tossed Shauna her things past the corner and watched her hand come into view
and snatch them up.  "Hey Man, before you go, would you like to have some fun?"

"What did you have in mind?"  He said sleepily.  The man shouldn't have been
driving in that condition anyway.  Then he saw Shauna, who was relieved to be in
clothing again, appear from the around the side.  "What?"  He said with a
screwed up face.

"That's our mom in there.  She did a bad thing to us, and our father isn't
around to teach her a lesson.  How would you and your buddies like to do the job
for him?"  I said hopefully.

"Let me get Stanley, he's smarter about these things."

The man went back in and I watched him grab a buddy, younger, built like a
logger, who met us outside.  "Guy here says you got a problem you need fixed,
that might be fun."  He said.

"That about sizes it up."  I said, I almost through in "I reckon."  "What we've
got here is a clear case of willful neglect.  That woman in there you all are
fancying is our stepmother who abandoned us in the woods and left us without our
clothes to starve or worse. "Shauna batted her eyes for sympathy. "If our dad
were around, he'd know what to do to teach her a lesson.  Would you help us?  If
she isn't taught a lesson, she'll take off and leave us here again."

"What kinda lesson would you kids have in mind?"  He asked.

"Well, I happen to know she has something on that on only we can get off, and
she has to take her clothes off for us to get to it.  I think she should be made
to dance and take her clothes off for starters."  I suggested.

"I'm with ya, go on."

"Then when I take the chastity device �"

"What's a 'chastity device?'"

"It is a thing that makes it impossible for you and your buddies to have sex
with her, and believe me she wants it.  That's why she stopped in here instead
of making a complete getaway from us.  Now, if you can get her to dance for you,
and it looks like you've got her halfway there, she'll ask you to help her get
the thing off, because she'll be really turned on.  I'll take it off for you and
then I want you to give it to her good."

"Alright!"  He said rallying behind my idea.

"Okay, but not where she wants it, you see.  That's the punishment.  She'll want
you to do her pussy, � no pussy.  You and your buddies have got to do it
everywhere, but where she really wants it, like especially giving it to her in
her butt, got it?  We'd be counting on you to do it, not only for us, but also
for our dad who can't be here to do it for himself.  Okay?"

"Sure Man.  You've got yourself a deal."  He said, reaching out to shake my
hand.

"Is there any way you can get us in so we'd be available to you to take off that
sex prevention device?"

"Oh, yeah sure.  Meet me by the backdoor in just a second.  Com'on Guy, let's
go."

Stan opened the backdoor for us.  "Here you go kids.  You can sit in here."  He
said.

We were directed to a walled in booth in the corner and snuck in.  It was solid
up to head level when seated and had spindles above that to the ceiling.  If you
sat on the side facing the rest of the bar, you couldn't tell anybody was in it,
and we could kneel in the seat and see the action through the spindles and
hardly be noticed.

Stan and Guy returned to the doting group, or should I say at that point,
"fondling group."  Stan whispered something in Terry's ear, which caused her to
give him a turned on smile.  "Barkeep."  Stan shouted.  "Some dancing music for
the lady please."  The bartender went over to the jukebox, reached around back
for a moment then punched in several songs.  Meanwhile, Terry and her chair were
slid out of the way with her arms and legs out in a drunken attempt at balance.
Then the tables were slid out of the way to make a dance floor space.  When the
music started, Stan offered his hand to Terry and she accepted it.  They got up
in the middle of the group of men that circled the floor and started to dance
like some lewd mating ritual.  Terry started a drunken seduction of Stan snaking
her body around, tossing her hair up in back, extending an index finger and
curling it to hook him in to her, mouthing kisses and sucking a finger.  Stan
smiled and flirted appreciatively back and gradually backed himself up into the
circle to join the others in clapping hands to the beat.

The attention, the music, the alcohol, and Terry having her naughty adventure,
were all having their effect on her as she started to dance hypnotically to the
music with her eyes closed.  Stan came up from behind her and ground his groin
into her rear, while sliding his hands up her sides and catching the peasant
style tube-top in his fingers on the way up.  She didn't resist as he continued
on up removing the top up off of her arms that were reaching for the ceiling.
He nuzzled his head up to her ear and whispered something as he fondled her
exposed tits with his hands.  Terry continued to snake her body while holding on
to the back of his head.  Stan signaled another buddy to come forward to lower
her skirt.  Terry might not have even know it was gone, as she was trying to
turn her head around to nibble on Stan's ear.

There she was in all her slutty glory.  Her breasts jutting, her rear humping
the groin behind her, and her arms holding her anonymous suitor tight.  She
would have made the perfect picture of a vibrant sexual animal, if it weren't
for the old fashion, full coverage panties which could only be removed by the
right combination or a really powerful pair of wire cutters.  When Stan realized
that he wouldn't be able to remove them himself he signaled for a buddy of his
to take his place behind her for the distraction and fondling duty while he came
over to us to ask for the combination, which I gave him.

Before he returned to her he said, "I'm getting to like this punishment thing, a
lot."  He said with a smile, then he turned slightly pensive, "I don't think you
kids should be watching this."

"Oh, yes.  Yes we should.  Our dad would make us watch it.  It adds to the
punishment to have her humiliated in front of us.  Go back and give it to her
good, but remember just her ass, not her pussy.  Got that?"  I reminded him.

"No problem.  Just the ass."  He repeated.

He returned and his buddy moved around to the front taking Terry's hands in his
and kept her dancing while Stan followed her rear as she moved and dialed in the
"7588" combination with some difficulty due to her movement and his impaired
faculties.  When the bartender saw that her panties were coming down, he hurried
over to the front of his establishment, locked the door, turned off the "Open"
sign and closed the shades.  

Terry looked to be a mixture of relieved, worried, and embarrassed now that the
chastity device was finally off, but she resumed her closed eye hypnotic trance
when she felt Stan's fingers surveying the lay of her nether region.  She pulled
her dancing partner close to her as Stan's fingers juiced her up.  She reeled
him in close enough for her to go after his belt, zipper, and drawers.  When she
had his cock out, he displayed his appreciation with a wagging hardon.  She put
a hand on it to guide it into her mouth.  She sucked him with the intention of
getting him as horny as she was, so he'd stuff it in her cunt and get her off.
Another man was stripped, stiff, and waiting when the first one went around to
her rear.  The second man had his cock in her mouth as the first man went
knocking at her back door, so she couldn't protest like she might have liked.
Stan poured beer over the cock working its way in to help a little with the
lubrication.  When he finally got it in and pumping, Terry was groaning a tune
on the pipe in her mouth dissolving the man's determination to get in on the ass
action as well.  He wanted to pull out and wait in line for the other end, but
he couldn't resist the sensation her agonizing had on his cock and he shot his
weeks pent up hot load in her unappreciative mouth.  

"Yessss!"  I hissed while pulling down my hand like a trucker on the horn.

Shauna and I high-fived when the man in her rear came in a rocking orgasm moving
her butt up and down with his movements.  We celebrated with each deposit of
spunk left in her sorry ass.  We particularly liked how she had her legs spread
wide, bending forward, tits swaying, and supporting herself with her hands on a
table edge. She was hoping that maybe this one or the next would get her off
while in her ass, or change his mind and dive in where she knew she could get
her relief.  Lubricated by cum deposits, stretched by the different sizes,
shapes and techniques, her puffy anal ring had one more intruder to accommodate.
Stan the Man hadn't done his deed yet, and boy was he the right man for the job.
No wonder all the others looked up to him in that place.  It wasn't that he knew
more than any of them.  It was that he sported the proudest meat between his
legs.  I think, before that day it was all just talk, but now he is a legend in
that bar.

We saw Terry in profile, her head on her folded arms at the table's edge, her
legs locked and in a wide stance; she was for the moment thinking it was over
and just feeling sorry for herself.  Then Stan hooked his big hands around the
inside of her hips, glanced over to us and gave us a smile.  Then he pushed past
the swollen oozing ring and slowly reached the depths of her chute.  Seeing her
wide-eyed open-mouthed expression was just about worth the humiliation and
embarrassment she had put us through that day.  We felt total retribution by the
time Stan was done reaming and stretching her rear with his dandy tool.  

The satisfied customers, as well as the bartender, left Terry to lay with her
upper body across a table with her feet spread wide on the floor to let the air
cool her gaping hole a while.  Stan and Guy came over to us to ask us how they
did.  Shauna and I told them they were awesome, thanked them then asked if they
would gather up her clothes and give them to us, give us a few minutes, and then
kick her out of the bar.

I backed the car out and pointed it toward the road.  We waited and sure enough,
they more or less tossed her out the front door and made it so she couldn't get
back in.  They huddled their faces in the windows to watch as we proceeded to
teach Terry a lesson.  When she began to walk humiliated to the car, I'd pull it
forward.  This happened a couple of times and then Shauna tossed her just her
shoes.  Terry was still fairly inebriated, but she was getting the point in
spades.  I kept pulling the car out of her reach, racking up verbal concessions
on her part while she was thinking they would get her back in the car each time.
Finally, I intended to let her drive us home, and got her to promise to give my
dad a good time tonight, no matter what he asked for.  I told her I had ways of
knowing whether she followed the instruction or not.

On the way home, we were a little concerned about our safety due to Terry's
condition, but we made it okay.  We delighted in the shifting she did in the
seat in her attempts to alleviate the pain in her throbbing rear.  

Shauna stayed for dinner just to enjoy watching Terry squirm.  Terry used every
excuse to get up or stay standing, and made herself scarce when we sat around
and watched some TV.  When it was time to hit the sack, I caught my dad in the
hall on my way to my room.

"Hi Dad.  Could we have a little talk before you head off to bed?"

"Sure son what is it?"

"Well Dad, it's about sex."

"Son . . ."

"No Dad, I know about it.  You're off the hook there.  I was just wondering.  Do
married couples ever do it in different places to add necessary spice to their
lives?  Now I know about the 'Lewinski' and the regular one on top standard
fair, but do married couples ever, well, you know, put it where you can't make
babies.  I'm too old for a brother or sister you know."

"Well Son, sure, on occasion, some due.  Thanks for reminding me about it."

The unusual moans and screams were all the thanks I needed.