"How did things go last night, Dad?"  I asked.

"Ah, Son, we shouldn't be talking about these things, but since you gave me the
idea, � I found her to be rather tender back there."

"'Tender,' you say.  Must have been something she ate."  I remarked.  "Well, how
was it for you?"

"Son, that's kinda personal, don't you think?"  He said.  "Well, it was good for
me, actually.  I never had it feel quite that way before.  It was squishier and
less tight.  Oh, what am I saying.  Let's talk about something else."

"So you have to leave again?  So soon?"  I asked changing the subject.

"It's what puts food on your table and a roof over your head, Son.  It's only
for a couple of days."  He said.

"That's cool, Dad, it's just that Terry � ah �"

"What is it, Son?"

"Oh, I guess, we just don't get along sometimes.  That's all."  I confessed.

"Well, there will never be another like your mother, no matter how you slice it.
Just do your best to try and get along while I'm gone, and maybe we can do
something together like a family in a couple of days when I'm back."  He
suggested.

"Don't worry about it.  It will be okay.  I'll handle it.  Go do the food, roof,
and water in the pool thing and I'll see you when you get back."  I said.

Terry took him to the airport and didn't return for the rest of the day.  During
the day, Shauna came over and we imagined what sort of devious and unfaithful
things Terry must be up to.  It wasn't really Shauna's battle, but she had just
as big a hardon for Terry as I did.  Our minds wandered over the possibilities.
Then, after a long pause, and without foundation, Shauna asked, "I'll tell you
what I do when I masturbate if you tell me what you do."

I was flabbergasted.  Shauna was my best friend and all; she had even seen me
have sex; but, I don't like to talk about it, like a confession.  "Ah, you
first."  I insisted.

"Well, okay.  I sometimes lie down in the bathtub and let the water from the
nozzle hit my sensitive spot."

"Do you have an orgasm that way?  Don't you have to think sexy thoughts as
well?"  I asked.

"Sure, and sure.  I think about guys I'd like to do it with and what we would do
when we do it."  She said.

"And that's all there is to it for you, don't you use any fingers?"  I asked.

"Sure fingers help too.  So what about you?"  She asked.

"Ah, um, well, I use my fingers and stroke it just so and I shoot out the goo,
and I'm done for awhile.  Then I don't get tempted or teased for a couple of
hours at least, that is if I took my time in the first place."

"Do it for me here, okay?"  Shauna asked.  "I'd like to see how you do it from
beginning to end."

"Shauna!  What are you asking?  I can't do that."  I protested.

"Can't or won't?"  She asked.

"That is a private thing.  I don't want to do it like a show in front of you."
I told her.

"What if I do it too?"  Shauna asked.

"Well, that's easier for you to say, you are less inhibited about your sexuality
than I am."  I pointed out.

"We're friends, right?"  She said, and I nodded.  "Friends help each other out,
right?"  I nodded.  "Well, I need your help to better understand a man's
response so I won't be so naïve when I'm older.  You're my friend; you're a man;
and you can help me out."  She said.

I felt a blush of pride for that "you're a man part."  "Shauna, jeez."

"Just pretend I'm not here, and do it.  Then I'll pretend you're not here and
I'll do it in the tub for you."  She said.

"Jeez Shauna.  Sometimes you can be so . . ."  I said, as I reluctantly pulled
down my pants and sat back on my bed.

"Okay, now what do you do?"  She asked.

"I have to give it some motion. With my fingers."  I explained.

"Like what?  Show me."  She said rather clinically.  I started to stroke and
shake the weasel, trying to get it to full staff, but the pressure to perform
was having an inhibiting effect on me.  "What's wrong?  Why won't it get hard?
I've never seen you have a problem getting it hard before."

"It's just that I'm not feeling very horny right now."  I explained.

"Well, what makes you horny when you want to do it?"  She challenged.

I thought for a moment.  I knew the answer, but I was stalling so I could find
an alternate response.  Finally, I had to tell her, otherwise she would have
stared me down.  "I look at magazines."

"Now we're getting somewhere.  Pull them out and do it."  She insisted.

I had never let anyone see my collection.  Terry helped herself to them, but
that was uninvited and certainly not wanted.  Now I was about to show them to a
friend, and a girl too.  "Don't look."  I said, in a lame effort to keep my
hiding place a secret.  I pulled out half of my stash and flipped through the
editions until I came across a reliable stiffener issue.

I started to stroke with my eyes closed and forget for a moment that Shauna was
watching me.  I got encouraged by my wiener's reaction and got it stiff.  Shauna
moved the chair to right next to the bed and picked up a magazine to look at
while I worked away.  She engrossed herself in the magazines, merely looking up
if I changed my cadence, moaned, or shifted my position.  When I started to bead
some sweat, she said,  "What happens if you stop in the middle?"

"Hunh?"  I said with a screwed up face.

"Like now, for instance.  Try stopping."  She said, then grabbed my wrist and
pulled my hand down to my side.  I was dripping precum and I looked desperately
at my twitching cock.  "Okay, what happens if you don't do it any more?"

"Hey, that's not fair.  First you get me to do it and then you don't want me to
finish.  A guy has got to finish.  It's too maddening not to."  I protested.

"Okay, I was just curious.  Go on, finish it off."  She said.

I came, but the timing was all off and I didn't feel like I drained the lizard
thoroughly.  It would have to do for now, because I wasn't about to put on a
long drawn out pathetic show of trying to work it up again and getting off
another time.  "Okay, Tootsie.  Your turn."  I demanded.

"Wait a second.  Let me look at these some more.  These are interesting.  Is
this all there is, or is there more?"  Shauna asked.

"Ah, don't look."  I said embarrassed, so I could tap the rest of my stash.

"Get real.  I know where you hide them now.  Just bring out the rest of them.  I
want to check them out."  She demanded.

So, I put the whole valuable collection on the bed, and watched as she poured
energetically through them, answering her questions about what she was looking
at.  It was quite an education for her, and it was fun to watch her curiosity
take different turns through the subject matter I had practically memorized.  It
made me feel kind of professorial.

Shauna turned and put her legs up on the bed, resting her heels on my leg.  "Do
you think my legs are as nice as hers?"  She asked holding up a picture of a
nude model in one of the magazines.

"Sure, Shauna, you've got nice legs."  I admitted.

She looked some more and put some magazines down with pages open as if to refer
to them later.  When she was done, she had two basic piles, those with normal
hairy pussies and those with shaved pussies.  "Why do you suppose so many grown
women shave their pussy hairs?"  She asked.  "I couldn't wait until I got some
hair to grow in there."

"Ah,"  I stalled as I looked at a couple of comparison samples, "looks better?
Looks neater, and sexier, more inviting, like you want to touch �"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture."  She said.  Then putting down the magazines a
second Shauna said, "So, what are we going to do about Fancy Breasts when she
gets home?"

"She's out there without the cage on.  No telling what's she's up to or when
she's getting back."  I said.  "But, I'll tell you one thing, this can't happen
again.  As soon as my dad leaves she is out slutting around.  We've got to put
the wraps on that practice."

"There are only two ways to stop a slut like her, take away the urge or prevent
her from doing it altogether."  Shauna summarized.  "We have a way to prevent
it, if we remember to use it.  Now, all we have to figure out is how to take
away her urge."

"We have to make her cum so many times that she does not want to do it again for
a while."  I said.

"How are we gonna do that?"  She asked.

"It's a job for 'Slut Busters.'"  I said, causing Shauna to laugh an excited
anticipatory laugh.  "Why don't we get the guys to come over and we'll have
another party, a 'Slut Buster' party."

"Okay, you call the guys, and I'll go through her things to make sure the only
things she has to wear are real slutty.  Do you have anywhere I can put the
other clothes?"  Shauna queried.

"I'll go find the old steamer trunk and see how much room it has."  I said.

I called all of our buddies while Shauna riffled through Terry's clothing.  I
finished before she did, so I went to the bedroom to join her.  There I found
her trying on Terry's things. "Oh," she said surprised, "you scared me." She
said holding a nightie up against her naked breasts.  The only other thing she
had on were a nude tinted pair of Terry's pantyhose.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "I thought you were sorting her clothes, not
wearing them."

"I, I was just seeing how slutty I could make her look." She said. "Now go away
until I'm done."

"No, I think I'd better help. Terry could come in on us at any time." I advised.

"Okay." Shauna said and put the nightie back in the drawer ignoring her nudity
as if I weren't even there.  "Here, take these away." She said handing me a huge
pile of clothes.

When I returned, she was bending over at the hips in a bottom drawer with her
pantyhosed ass sticking back at me, causing me mixed sensations and emotions,
she being my best friend and all. "Ah, don't you think it is time for you to
show me how you masturbate?" I reminded her.

"There is no time for that now, besides, what is there to see that you haven't
seen already." She reminded.

"Well �" I started to respond. "Guess what Ely said, he said that he was going
to bring something he was making that he had been working on ever since the
party we had at Jason's house."  I informed her.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Shauna said surfacing momentarily from her mission.

"He didn't say exactly, only that we'd like it." I said. "A surprise I guess."

The phone rang and it was Ely again. "Sure, � un-hunh � now's fine. � Okay."  I
told him.

"What was that all about?" Shauna asked.

"That was Ely.  He is so excited by his project that he wants to bring it over
right now, so I said sure."

"I'd better hurry and finish up here then." Shauna said.

I waited in the driveway for Ely.  Within a few minutes he was coming down the
sidewalk pulling a wooden contraption atop a red wagon being helped by Jason.
"Holy shit, Ely, what the hell is that?"

"That my friend is a 'stock' for your stepmother when she deserves it." Ely
announced with a grin.

"Don't call her my 'mother', okay?" I warned him annoyed. "Geez Man, this is
great.  Let's unload it in the garage."

"So, do you think you'll have any use for this, like at your 'Slut Buster
Party?'"  Ely said with a rye smile.

"What's the racket?"  Shauna asked as she approached the garage.

"Look what Ely and Jason brought." I said.

"Ely made it." Jason corrected.

"What do you do with it?" Shauna asked.

"You can lock people in various positions to punish them, just like in the old
days." Ely explained.

"Let me see." Shauna asked.

"Well if you want to try one of the positions, you can lay your head here, and
your hands here and here." Ely instructed.

"Like this?" Shauna clarified.

"That's it.  Now I drop this over you and lock it and there you have it, the
subject is ready for punishment." Ely said.

"God Ely, don't you ever do anything for regular fun?" Shauna disbursed. "Okay,
you can get me out now." Shauna announced.

"Okay. Wha �?" Ely said while looking in his pockets. "I'll be right back, I
must have left the key at home."

"Ely! You �!" Shauna said frustrated. "Ely! Hurry!" She shouted after him.

Shauna was in a bent over position at the waist.  She had just slipped on her
shorts and a loose tee shirt to hurry out to see what was up.  All the boys had
to do was to bend over and see her breasts hanging vulnerably, or to examine the
stretch of her shorts across her rear to see the hills and valley's of her sex
between her legs.  I had a notion to tease her, but the red-faced Jason seemed
to have other ideas.  He crouched to her side from behind and used an index
finger to pull the tee shirt hem aside a bit to gaze on her breasts more
clearly.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Shauna screamed.

"Com'on Jason give her a break." I said convincingly, while at the same time, I
started to tickle her under her arms. "It's not fair to take advantage of a
friend at times like this."

Shauna stated to kick, squeal, and evade my fingers, as my teasing proved to be
maddening for her.  Jason was more fascinated by the giggle of her breasts that
were coming into display by her tee shirt rising from her wriggling. "Stop it!
Stop it!" She yelled between fits of laughter. Then I stopped, realizing she
would try to get me back in spades later, but not before her breasts were all
but completely exposed.

Jason was in a trance looking at them.  "Geez, Jason. Take a picture, it lasts
longer."  I chided, and then pulled her top back down.

"Okay." He said and turned to leave.

"No Jason, come back. I was just kidding." I said. "Just go see what's keeping
Ely."

"So, here we are."  I said starting small talk with Shauna, while walking around
the contraption. "Well, we're no longer in a hurry, because we can't do anything
about anything, so how about that masturbation demonstration you owe me?"

"Well, Genius, my hands are kinda tied up." Shauna said sarcastically.

"That's okay," I replied, "I'll be your hands. Just tell me if I'm doing this
right." I said, and started to graze my fingers along her pussy lips before she
could say anything about it.

"Hey, stop that!" She scolded. She never liked being out of a controlling
position.  

"Aren't I doing this right?" I said with a smile she couldn't see.  I was going
to get even for her tricking me into masturbating in front of her earlier, so it
would have to take some pretty strong figuring on her part to get me to stop at
that moment.  "Maybe it needs to be done on bare flesh like you had me do to
myself." I said then undid her shorts and pulled them to her knees.

"You'd better stop that right now if you know what's good for you!" She said as
emphatically as she could muster.

"Stop this? Or this?" I said going from her pussy lips in general to her
clitoris specifically.

"Oh god, no. Stop that this instan � Oh god what are you doing to me �" She said
starting to get turned on by what I was doing. 

"I think I hear Ely and Jason coming back." I said teasingly. "Maybe I should
put your pants back up."

"Eeee � no. Don't stop!  Oooo eeeee." She squealed with scrunched up face as I
crouched to get better leverage and more speed happening.

Then shortly after I heard voices for real.  "They're really coming now."  I
said, stopping the ministrations and pulling her shorts back into place with
Shauna pleading for me to finish her off. "Hi guys. Find the key?"

"Boy, I really thought I was gonna to catch it from you Shauna." Ely confessed.
"I couldn't find it anywhere, but I finally did."

"Yeah, it was under something that I just happened to move." Jason bragged.

"So here you go? �" Ely said while unlocking the stockade. "Why are you
sweating?" he said looking at the red-faced Shauna breathing heavily trying to
calm herself down to normal.

"I was just tickling her fancy." I said, which seemed to satisfy Jason, but
still had Ely looking at the two of us funny as Shauna swung a back fist around
to hit me on the upper arm. "Ouch!" That hurt.

"Let's get this down to the basement."  I directed.

"What else does it do?" Shauna asked as she watched the three of us stooges
trying to work it around doors and down the stairs.

I could tell she was still turned on as I spied her trying to pull the moist
crotch of her shorts away from her pussy without being noticed.

"Oh, all sorts of things." Ely beamed. "You want to try something else while I
have the key?"

"No." She said. "But, I know someone else I'd like to see try it." She said
looking directly at me.

"We'll save it for Fancy Pants." I said avoiding retribution.  "So, why don't go
guys come over early, like let's say 7:00.  Slutburger wouldn't dare stay out
all night, so we'll have a party as soon as she walks in."

"Works for me." Ely said.

"Me too." Jason said.

"This thing is cool, Ely. Thanks.  See you all later." I said as they went out.

"Now you're gonna get it." Shauna said looking at me like predator to prey.  She
grabbed me before I had the wits about me to run and started to tickle me to the
ground.  She sat on my right leg and tickled my sides.  In retrospect, she was
enjoying the bucking I was doing to get her off of me, as my upper thigh pushed
up and rubbed along her crotch area in reaction to her rib tickling me.  Her
tickling began to subside, but kept it up just enough to keep me moving as she
snaked her legs around my leg in a anaconda death grip.  While she was securely
attached to my leg, she could no longer support herself upright and kept trying
to tickle me under my arms and neck to keep me moving my leg.

Eventually, she couldn't keep up the ruse any longer and collapsed her head on
my shoulder while I replaced my leg with my fingers and continued to rub her
crotch area until she whimpered and stiffened with relief.

She rolled over to my side onto her back and basked in the aftermath of her
climax as I looked up at the ceiling feeling rather pleased with myself at
resolving the issues standing between us in such an amicable way.

We lay there without saying a word until we heard the door open and then close
upstairs.  We sat up and looked at each other while the excitement rose in each
of us like a geyser.  "Let's go." I whispered loudly, grabbing her hand as we
ascended the stairs.

Terry eventually saw us in the kitchen and tried to walk past us with haughty
indifference. "Ah-hem. Where have you been all day?" I asked her with as much
authority as I could muster.

"None of your damn business." She said attempting to ward off my exercise of
power.

"Oh, it's my business all right and you know darn well it is."  I assured her.
"No sooner than you drop my dad off at the airport, you're off putting all the
horn dogs to bed in your own special way."

"You can't prove that." Terry rebutted.

"Oh, I think I can."  I said confidently.  I took the packages she was carrying
and put them on a chair in the kitchen, stood behind her, and bent her over the
table by pushing on the back of her neck.  Shauna grabbed her hands and held
them so she'd remain stretched across the tabletop.  I lifted her skirt only to
find that she wasn't even wearing her panties. "You slut.  Where are your
panties." I demanded.

"Screw you." She said back.

I grew angry and went searching for them in her purse.  Sure enough, there they
were and soiled with cum, hers or someone else's.  It didn't matter.  I was
outraged.  I whisked out my belt, took her two wrists from Shauna, and pulled
her body up and diagonal across the table.  Then I tied her wrists together and,
with her arms outstretched and feet off the floor, I tied her wrists to the
corner leg.  The opposite corner thrust through her upper legs spreading them
and her toes could only just touch if she stretched to her limit. 

She tested my knot and squirmed.  "Untie me this instant you brats!" She
demanded.

"Not on your life, Slut Butt." Shauna retorted with pleasure.

I was so mad that I didn't even want to engage the woman in conversation so I
shoved her cum soaked panties into her mouth.  She spit it out exclaiming I'd be
sorry for this, so I searched for some scissors and cut her blouse off.  Then I
cut her bra off and used it to secure the panties in her mouth as a gag. "There,
you can contemplate what you have done for awhile." I said as I thought out our
next move.

Shauna pulled up a chair right in front of Terry's exposed pussy and took her
finger and moved it back and forth across Terry's pussy lips to annoy her.
Terry started to kick back at her, as there was no love lost between the two of
them.  So, coming to Shauna's rescue, I took a broom handle, tore up Terry's
blouse into strands, and used them to tie her ankles to the handle.   With the
broom handle being on the inside of the table leg, this arrangement allowed her
to jackknife her legs, like when Shauna tickled her feet, but substantially
prevented her from kicking straight back.

As Shauna worked at annoying Terry I took the tub of margarine and greased up
her tits so they'd be squishy on the tabletop.  Then I greased up a carrot and
worked it up her ass.  Finally, I took a cucumber and lodged it in her fuck
hole, and sat back in a chair to calm down. When Shauna tired of pestering Terry
we went upstairs to huddle.  

"She is obsessed."  I observed frustrated. "She has someone or some people
waiting on the side.  You can't just drop someone off at the airport and end up
in bed with someone else without having things arranged in advance." I surmised.

"Maybe she is just a 'Hooker' outright."  Shauna posed.

"Well if she is, it isn't for the money, because my dad gives her anything she
asks for." I clarified.

"Maybe she is planning something else with it.  I don't know, but this is
nymphomania at least." Shauna offered.

"Well, she'll get all she can handle tonight, but what do we do about the next
day, and the next?"