****** The Naughty Neighbors by Jess Moreau ******
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The Naughty Neighbors


Part One

What follows is a story meant for liberal minded adults and for no others. If
such describes you, then by all means read on. If not, then the alternative is
clear.

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Part One

Millie Wells at age 41 had avoided the dowdy appearance of so many women her
age. After each of her two children she had paid the price in diet and physical
activity to regain her former "more than adequate looks," or at least, she told
herself, a relative close approximation thereof. The extent to which she had
succeeded was eminently attested to by the stares she continually enjoyed from
the two neighbor boys Erik and Hardey Ramsay. From her own daughter, Julia, she
got stares too. The stares from Julia, she presumed, were a mix of jealousy and
grudging admiration. Life was good, Millie mused; even her own daughter envied
her.

The outrageous string bikini she wore, more and more with the advance of
summer, chaffed the cleft between her incredibly female buttocks, but it was an
insignificant price to pay to drive Erik and Hardey nuts. She smiled devilishly
to herself as she pictured the fronts of their jeans constricting the swelling
of their penises and causing them more discomfort than the thin strip of cloth
that bisected her ass caused her. Gawd! how she'd like to be in a position to
see them fight over the bathroom inside their house in an effort to get release
from that pain.

She smiled at them now and watched them smile weakly back at her even as their
countenances blushed crimson at her accusing grin. She was tempted to speak to
them. She did -- lamely. "Well, boys, how are you today?"

"Fine Mrs. Wells," dared Hardey with a voice an octave too high.

"Yeah, fine, Mrs. Wells," echoed the younger Erik.

Erik, age sixteen, and Hardey age seventeen, had been spying on their neighbor
for so long it seemed natural to them. Millie Wells had been well aware of it
all along of course; heck, she'd encouraged it. Laying on the pool deck, she
would often spread her legs far too wide, and virtually dare the boys to
imagine the slit that the thin fabric of her bikini did little to hide. Her
husband -- utterly pussywhipped wimp that he was -- suspected his wife was
egging on the boys; but could have done nothing to stop it even if he had been
sure. Howard Wells did whatever his wife commanded that he do; he had no real
will of his own at all. And, on the numerous occasions that he managed to do
something wrong, he found himself facing an irate wife with a strap or a switch
in her hand. Ironically, from a sexual point of view, he was never so excited
as when he was bent over a table, with his pants around his ankles,
anticipating his punishment.

Howard Wells' subservience had been kept from his daughter and her nineteen
year old brother Michael -- the same Michael who was now a fullback on a
college football team two states away -- but he lived in constant fear that
sooner or later his luck would run out, or Millie would just double-cross him
and tell everybody in the family rolodex. No she wouldn't do that; she didn't
want to be typed either. Not with her prominent place in local community
affairs.

"Well, that's good boys. Are you behaving yourselves? You're not too young to
spank you know." She said this last with the hint that it might be her and not
the boys parents who would take them in hand, but the boys took it as a joke
and just snickered.

"Very funny Mrs. Wells," said Hardey finally.

Everyone laughed the natural laugh of neighbors being neighborly; everyone
except Julia that is. Millie Wells had been right; she was jealous. As she
meandered her way back to the precincts of her own yard and the shaded side of
the pool deck, She adjusted her boobs in the brief bikini top hidden at the
moment by the half-shimmel shirt she'd stolen from her daughter's drawer. She
had just begun to stretch out on the towel she'd laid out on the deck when a
shadow loomed over her.

"Mother! You are just an awful tease!" said fifteen year old Julia with
measured fierceness.

Millie smiled up at Julia, "Yes, I guess I am honey. You're not jealous are
you? Don't be, and don't worry; those boys will be noticing you soon enough;
believe me."

"Mother! You're so..."

"Right?"

"Mother, I'm going to tell daddy if you don't stop teasing Erik and Hardey.
It's positively indecent, not to mention embarrassing! And isn't that my half-
shirt?"

Millie was now faced with a problem. She didn't want Howard mixed up in her
little game. And, she did not want her daughter to lose her blind faith in her
effectively impotent father's chimera of leadership. She was too young to risk
disillusioning her. Julia was growing. Her pert little boobs were points in the
light sundress that draped her slimness. Her long red hair cascaded down her
shoulders and threatened to hide her breasts altogether.. She was going to be
somethin', and soon, thought her mother.

So, how to handle the problem? It was time for a heart to heart, girl to girl,
mother to daughter talk. She had had such with Julia before, but not like the
one she was about to have. Not even. "Yes, darling, it is your shirt. And I
think it is time we had another little heart to heart. I was hoping to avoid
this till you were a little older, but I guess now has got to be the time."

"What are you talking about mother? Do you know what those boys say about you
at school?"

"They talk about me at school do they?" Millie was flattered rather than
concerned. Hypocrisy had never been a weakness in her case, as she believed it
was in most other people. She was a sexual animal, and it did not matter one
iota to her if people thought she was slutty or not; it rather intrigued her.

"Oh yes, mother, they talk about you. They talk about how they would like to
get into your pants. Now," she said with a superiority that came with superior
knowledge, "how do you like them apples?"

Millie looked up at the girl and patted the deck beside her, beckoning her to
join her on the towel. "I don't mind it all that much to tell you the truth,"
she said as her daughter plopped down on the towel with her frown still in
place.

"Mother, you're incorrigible. I have to go to the same school as those two
guys, and it is very embarrassing to have my own mother thought of as a slut.
Do you have any idea...?

"Yes dear, I do now. I see your point. Now I want you to try and see mine."
Millie Wells began to unfold previously unthought of -- by Julia -- facts of
life to her daughter. The younger Wells' female's eyes got as big as dinner
plates, then those same eyes narrowed to mere slits in turn.

"Mother! You can't be serious. I can't believe any of this."

"It's true dear. All of it is true."

"You spank my daddy, and he let's you?"

"Yes, dear, regularly. He let's me because he's a man, and like most men he'll
do anything to please his woman because he's afraid she may cut him off if you
know what I mean."

"I don't -- I can't..."

"It's all true, dear."

"How can I ever look my dad in the eye again after hearing this." It was not a
question.

"Simple, dear, just think of him as a man. Women need to train their men, at
least some women do."

"Who? What, ...some women?'"

"There are women, who prefer strong men that will take them in hand. I am not
one of those. I prefer to wear the pants in the family so to speak."

******

That night at dinner Julia could not keep herself from eyeing her father in an
appraising manner. Howard Wells noticed it, but decided that his daughter had
something she wanted to ask him but was too shy or something to do so.. He's
just wait and see if she would be more forthcoming later on.

Julia kept picturing him over her mother's knees, pants down, getting it good
with a hairbrush. It gave her a very weird feeling. She began to see him in a
whole new light. And her mother? She was a piece of work, she thought. Spanking
her own husband. Whatever happened to the idea that men

were supposed to be loving and protective. Well, she was sure she'd find such a
man someday. She did not want a wimpy little servant, she thought to herself;
she wanted a strong and assertive man who would love and -- and -- and what?
Protect? Sure. But what did that mean? Did she want to be subservient? No, she
didn't think so. What if some man wanted to spank her! No! That would never do.
Could she spank her boyfriend, her husband? She tried to picture Tad Jackson,
her secret crush, over her knees waiting for his comeuppance; it wouldn't
compute. Now her mind began to percolate.

Did she even know her own mind? She wasn't angry with either her mom or her
dad, she realized. They were doing their thing, and they seemed very content.
Gawd, what if the kids at school ever found out about her dad! Those boys next
door -- could they know? She doubted it. She hadn't known; hadn't even
suspected. Neither had her brother, Mike. She was sure of that.

******

"Did you see how little that bikini was that she was wearing?" asked Erik of
his brother.

"Like I could miss it."

"For sure. She's prettier than Julia by a mile," continued Erik.

"I don't know. I wouldn't mind getting into Julia's pants. She is really cute."

"Yeah, maybe. But not as cute as her mother. And Julia's so boring."

"Face it; we'll take anything we can get."

"Yeah, I guess. I wouldn't even mind being spanked by the Mrs. Wells."

"Uh -- did you notice how she looked at us when she said that?" said Hardey,
not expecting a serious answer.

"No. Not especially," said Erik.

"You know, some of these older women like young guys. Makes 'em feel young
themselves, I guess," said Hardey.

"She's not old."

"She's old enough to be our mother," said Hardey logically.

"I guess you're right. It's kinda hard to picture her as a mother. She's
Julia's mother of course. She just doesn't look like a mother if you know what
I mean."

"No she doesn't. She's a PT for sure though."

"A what?" asked Erik.

"A PT. A prick tease."

"Oh."

"We've both seen the way she lays around that pool like she didn't care who saw
her or what they saw if you know what I mean."

"Oh, she wouldn't do that if she knew anybody was watching," said Erik.

"I'm not so sure she doesn't know," said Hardey.

"No way. She'd have had us arrested if she knew what we were doing."

"Unless she wanted to tease us. In which case this giant hard thing of mine is
the victim of another female PT job. Now that would piss me off."

"Nothing you could do about it."

"Umm -- maybe there would be. That is, if I knew for sure it was true."

"Even if," said Erik, "there'd still be nothing we could do."

"She threatened to spank us," rejoined Hardey. "What if the tables were
turned?"

"I don't get it. What are you driving at?"

"If I could prove she was leading us on, I might very well come up with a way
to spank her naked butt, and get her to suck our cocks as well."

"Forget it. You're dreamin'"

"Maybe. Maybe not," said Hardey. "Look, I've got an idea."

"What?"

"Let's talk to Julia. We could kinda lead her on, and maybe find out what was
what."

Erik looked dubious. "Julia? What could she help us with. I don't think she
knows anything. I mean like her mother is going to tell her if she is teasing
us? Get real."

"Umm -- women talk to each other. Just like we're talking to each other now."

"Not a mother and a daughter," said Erik with a degree of confidence.

"Especially mothers and daughters. But even if she isn't what can it hurt to
talk to her. Besides, I know something that Julia would like to know."

"Yeah, what?"

"She's got the hots for Tad Jackson. Everybody knows it. The thing is she
thinks it's some kind of secret. But her best friend is Janie Powers, and Janie
Powers is Miles Crawford's girlfriend, and he is also my compadre..

She's tells him everything, and he tells everybody else including me."

"Does Tad know?"

"Unless he's deaf and dumb."

"Well, I didn't know," said Erik.

"That's because you're one of those computer nerds. You're out of the loop."

"What loop?"

"The social loop. You know you really should turn in that computer joy stick of
yours for another kind of stick if you get my drift," said Hardey with a degree
of exasperation in his voice."

"You saying I can't get a girl," rejoined Erik flushing with anger.

"Let's put it this way, any girl that would let you into her pants would
probably have four legged relatives."

"Well, like you're some kind of great lover. Who's your girlfriend right at the
moment might I ask?"

"Never mind. You want in on this or not?"

Erik was miffed, but he knew his brother; Hardey's plans usually bore fruit.
"Yes, I guess so. But I still don't think Julia's gonna say much to us that'll
be helpful."

"We'll see."

******

Two days after their beach towel conversation, Julia and her mother were
together in the living room when her father came in. His face flushed at the
sight of them. He looked quizzically at the two of them standing with their
backs to the TV. "Honey?" he stammered.

"It's all right Howard. I have something to say to you. I want Julia to hear
it. Come over here."

Howard Wells crossed the twenty feet of the room that separated them and stood
in front of his wife and daughter. "What's going on," he asked yet fearing he
already knew the answer.

"Julia knows."

The man's face went white. His knees buckled. He had no voice. "I..."

"It's okay. It was always a possibility that she'd somehow discover us. She
has. Sort of. Anyway she knows. Like I say, it's okay. The only difference is,
that now when you get it, we don't have to be so all fired careful. Julia
completely understands. Your daughter is very adult you know."

"Does she? -- Is she...?

"She's right here Howard. Why don't you ask her directly?"

"Will you -- will you see -- uh, will you be here when...?"

"It's up to mom," Julia said interrupting him. "It's punishment, dad. You
simply have to accept your due and not worry about who sees you."

"She's right Howard. But she will not watch you get it tonight. She might hear
it, but I will grant you that little mercy this time around."

Howard flinched at the smiles the two females tendered him. "Thank you," was
all he could manage.

"You're welcome Howard. Now Julia, I think you should go up to your room while
I prepare your father for his punishment."

"Yes, mom." And with that she glanced at her father, smiled again, and marched
off to her room without a backward look.

"Take off your pants Howard. You know you really should not flirt so much with
the girl in the ladies wear department at the mall. I take you with me to carry
packages, not to make time with other women."

"Couldn't you overlook it this one time, honey. I didn't mean anything by it.
It was just conversation. You know."

"I said lower your trousers, Howard. Don't make me tell you again."

Howard Wells well knew that tone of voice. He unbuckled his belt, opened his
fly, and dropped his pants as his wife commanded.

"Now the skivies."

He blanched at that. This would be a bare-butt spanking; likely a memorable
one. He reached into the waist band of his underwear, stretched them forward in
order to get them past his engorged penis, and pushed them down to his knees.

"While you are getting your just punishment, Howard, I want you to be asking
yourself whether a few words of conversation with that little counter girl was
worth it. Now grab your ankles, Howard, and don't you dare straighten up, or
you'll really get it."

Howard spread his legs enough so that he could grasp his ankles hard. He'd been
in this position before. It hurt very bad, this kind of spanking, because the
skin was taut from the stretched position. Suddenly he felt her hand cupping
his scrotum. His penis danced in front of him even as he remained bent over. He
saw her pull his belt from his pants. It would be loud. Julia would hear it. A
belt always made so much noise.

Millie, moved to his left side. She raised her arm and the belt snapped across
his buttocks harshly. He sucked a deep breath trying to lessen the sting. Again
and again the strap fell in measured cadence. She made him wait a second for
each one. He clenched his teeth and exhaled a stuttery breath each time until
finally he let out a wail that could be heard throughout the house. He was
doing a dance on his toes now, but he did not straighten up; he'd made that
mistake before. Then finally, after an eternity of stinging spanks, it was
over.

"Go stand in the corner Howard, and don't you dare rub your behind. I want it
to sting and remain stinging. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." He strode to the nearest corner. He was naked from the waist
down, and totally humiliated. He knew Julia had heard his tortured wails.

What must she have thought. He loved his wife, and was grateful even for her
spankings, but he would have preferred to have kept his submissive side between
them. Now Julia knew. Who else might learn of his humiliation in the future.

******

Julia had heard it all. It strangely thrilled her to hear her mother whip her
father to tears. The conversation with her mother two days before had explained
why a man as strong as her father would allow himself to be punished by such a
physically weak person as her mother was. Sex was the reason. After his time of
reflection in the corner, he would be marched upstairs for a period of long,
drawn out, sensitive sex. Maybe training a man was a good idea, she thought.

******

Howard's behind was crisscrossed with the welts his wife had inflicted on him.
He couldn't sit, so his wife was on her knees now, stroking his rising penis.
She smiled up at him. Slowly she let her tongue trace its way from the base of
his now throbbing cock to the tip of the glans. He jerked involuntarily as her
tongue swirled around the tip of his organ. The beautiful, brown haired woman
on her knees in front of him sucked his manhood into her mouth and did magical
things with her tongue. She took almost all of his six and a half very thick
inches into her mouth and to the back of her throat. The pain had been worth
it, he thought.

Millie felt like a whore on her knees sucking her husband's dick as she was.
She loved feeling that way. A woman might dominate her man in most respects,
she thought to herself, but she was definitely happiest being submissive when
the man did her. It was her turn now to submit to his maleness. She could feel
his cock pulsing. she knew he was going to shoot into her mouth anytime now.
Then it happened. She nearly choked on the volume of cum he unloaded into her
mouth. She swallowed it all.

Millie stood. She was totally naked, as was her husband. She was slim and
beautiful. A pure sexual animal. Her shaved pussy was glowing from the wetness
seeping from its folds. Howard loved to see his wife's pussy shaved. The slit
was clearly visible when she stood, as she did now, and it turned him on like
nothing else. Even her 34-b breasts took second place to the appearance of her
slit.

Millie moved closer to her husband and kissed him deeply. He had just shot his
load, and she was already making him hard again. She lightly, expertly, stroked
his shaft. It bounced in her hand. He was making an amazing comeback. Yes, he
would fuck her good she knew, and he would take his time.

She took him by the hand over to the couch. She knelt on it displaying her butt
to his searching eyes. Her slit, her anus, all visible and vulnerable. He knelt
behind her now. He coaxed her knees a little wider apart. With his thumbs he
spread her ass cheeks and kissed both of her holes very gently, lovingly. He
began lapping her like a male dog preparing his bitch in heat. She was his
bitch now. She was totally on fire with lust. She would not hurry him, but she
wanted his pole inside her -- soon, very soon!

Howard stood, adjusted his height, and began pushing his cock at her opening.
She was wet, but her hole still resisted him briefly. Then the head of his cock
was lodged in her. She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Slow, soldier.
Screw me slow."

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he pushed in a little deeper. He plunged the final
half of his cock in hard; she exhaled sharply as her vagina reshaped itself to
accommodate the invader. He began the push-pull rhythm he knew she liked best.
He did so want his fucking her to please her. Could he have read her thoughts,
he would have been pleased with her evaluation of his efforts.

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Part Two

Howard Wells' butt stung for two days, and if the truth were known perhaps
longer. The sex had made it worth it, but boy how he wished the pleasure could
have lasted as long as the sting of the belt did. Things, however, were about
to take a turn no one in the Wells' house could have anticipated.

It was just two days after her father's humiliation, that Julia found herself
confronted by two very horny and determined neighbor boys.

"Hello Julia," said Hardey, as he stepped unexpectedly, and literally from the
bushes a half a block from their high school's front door where Julia was
taking a summer class in French literature.

"Hardey? What are you doing in those bushes? Who's that in there with you?"

"Me Julia."

"Erik. I should have guessed."

"You see Julia, Erik and I have something we'd like to talk to you about."

"Me? What? And why here?"

"See, Hardey, I told you we should have just talked with her at school," said
Erik to his brother.

"Talk to me about what?" asked Julia. "What are you two birds up to?"

Julia was suspicious now. Could they know about her father? No. Not possible.
But what then?

"Well, you see Julia," said Hardey pawing the ground like a nervous horse. "We,
that is Erik and me -- well -- well, we have something to ask you about."

"Hardey, for heaven's sake get on with it. What do you want?"

"That an invitation?" laughed Hardey.

"Hardeee..."

"No? Well, okay. You know your mom? Well, we've -- we've kinda noticed her a
lot lately. I mean she is a beautiful woman and all. I mean she is always going
around in that really little bikini." Hardey turned to his brother for support.
"Isn't she Erik?"

"Yeah. That's right Julia."

"And?" said an increasingly exasperated Julia.

"Well, we think she's teasing us on purpose. It ain't right. I mean she
shouldn't tease us like that without us having no chance to do anything about
it."

"I see. You two nitwits have the hots for my mom, and you're upset because you
have no way to satisfy yourselves. So what do you want me to do, get you a date
with her?"

"Or with you," said Hardey without the smile that might have indicated he was
kidding.

"Are you serious! You two should form a club. You could call it the 'Jackass
Jerkoff Society.' You are a couple of jackasses for sure, and I'll bet you're
champions at jerking off."

"That's not nice," said Erik.

"And what you're saying about my mother is?"

"It's just that we figure there oughta be some justice in this teasing us
business. It ain't right," said Hardey. "Besides, we got pictures."

"Pictures? Pictures of what?"

"Pictures of you and Cal Davis making out."

"You what!"

"You wouldn't want Tad Jackson to see them would you?" Hardey felt a little
dirty telling lies like this, but he was gambling. Gamblers bluffed. He knew
that Cal Davis had gotten her to take her blouse off for him, and Cal had
hinted that she had gone down on him as well. Well, if he was going to gamble,
he might as well go for broke. "Your titties look real nice, Julia. And I
especially like the way you look with so much of Cal's cock in your mouth."

Julia was stunned. They must have pictures, or Cal must have told them; she
couldn't believe that; they must have the pictures. "What do you want,
assholes?"

"Like I said, you or your mother. We'll settle for either one."

With all of the determination she could muster, she spun on her heels and
walked off.

"Hardey, she's running off. Shouldn't we bring her back?"

"No. She's just thinking it over. She'll be back. Trust me. I know women. She
or her mother will be sucking our dicks before you know it."

Julia was scared and fuming at the same time. The little shits had pictures of
her. Or she'd been betrayed by Cal. She didn't know which possibility was
worse. She was caught. She had no intention of sucking off either of those two
pimply-assed, blackmailing, high school bastards from next door.. She had no
choice. She had to go to her mother and plan some way to get them off their
backs. Mother was right; men needed to be trained. What she wouldn't have given
to whip the butts of those two right now -- preferably with a bull whip!

******

"Flattering of them," said Millie Wells.

"Mother! Will you get serious for once. They could ruin me," said Julia.

"Don't worry, dear, I won't let them ruin you. In fact this may work out just
fine. They're not very bright are they?" she mused.

"Bright enough to get photos of me," said Julia frustrated.

"First off tell me. Did you suck that boy's penis?"

Julia hated having to admit to such things. Even to a mother like hers, but
there was nothing for it; she had to. "Yes. And don't ask me for the details.
You don't need to know if I liked it or not."

"You're going to deny me all of the fun, aren't you Julia."

"Motherrrr!" Julia wailed.

"Okay, okay. They say they have photos of you. I know how to handle these two
nincompoops. Just leave it all to me. You go and tell Hardey that you will do
what he says. Make a condition of it that they promise not tell me or your
father about it. Plead with him, beg him, and be emotional about it. Very
emotional. Do you understand?"

"What are you going to do," begged Julia.

"I'm going to set them up for a fall. A fall, the like of which, they have not
the wit to imagine," said her mother.

A light started to come on in Julia's cerebrum. "Ooohh."

"Yes, daughter dear. And the next time you get it in to your head to suck some
boy's dick, ask me first. Heck, I might join you."

"Mother, I am not sharing my boyfriends with you; get that straight."

"Ummm. Could be fun you know."

"Helloooo. Not even."

"Okay, now this is what we'll do..."

******

As Julia walked home the next day, she was again confronted by Erik and Hardey.
"Well?" said Hardey with an unmistakable leer.

"Okay. But there are conditions. First off, no sex. I'll suck your cocks, but
that's it. And my folks are never to know, nor anybody else. Agreed?"

"Sure. I don't want to hurt anybody's reputation or anything. We just want a
little relief from all of the teasing me and my brother have had to put up
with."

Neither of the boys noted the danger signals that to someone else might have
been easily and clearly discernible behind Julia's facade of compliance.. Like
so many males before them, Hardey and Erik were thinking with their dicks
instead of their heads.

******

The infamous rendezvous was to take place the following Saturday in Hardey and
Erik's garage. Their parents, having completed their one week stay at their
aunt Margaret's were not expected back until Sunday.

This was Thursday. That neither Hardey, nor Erik were to get much sleep during
the next few days goes without saying. Julia and her mother, on the other hand,
would get none either until they had completed the construction of their trap.

"Now listen, honey, those two guys are pretty horny. Let them force you. Don't
take any beatings for doubling up on them. We want the evidence. They must
appear to be forcing you. Also, you must get them to repeat their threats. If
everything goes right, we get them for forced molestation and blackmail; maybe
even kidnapping if they don't let you leave before they do you. Do you have any
qualms?"

"I just don't really want to suck their dicks. If I wasn't so mad at the
blackmail, and the thing with Cal, I'd just let it go and risk them really
having the pictures. I wonder if they really do?"

"It doesn't matter. We've got them either way. Just don't panic. It won't be
the first time a girl had to suck a cock without really wanting to. We're
striking a blow for all of the gals out there."

"I guess."

"No guessing about it. Now listen, I've got something else I have to talk to
you about -- your father."

"And?"

"I've decided to let you discipline him sometimes. It'll be totally humiliating
for him, and that's what men need, a whole lot of humble."

"Mother I..."

"Hear me out."

******

Howard was pacing back and forth. This was the worst. He couldn't go through
with it. Why didn't Millie just whip him and get it over with. His daughter? He
couldn't let her spank him; it just didn't feel right. The raging hard-on in
his pants belied his reserve.

"Stand over there, Howard," said Millie as she reentered the room. "Julia will
be down in a minute."

"Does she know what she is going to do?" asked Howard in the squeaky voice of a
coward.

"Yes. At first she was not keen, but now she understands that we girls have to
keep our men in line. She will punish you the way you deserve to be punished,
and she will show you no mercy. Millie smiled at the distraught man. She felt
no sympathy for him. If he was going to keep on making eyes at every girl in
short pants, then he would have to take the consequences. "Think of it as
training for her as well as for you, Howard. She needs to learn now how to
handle men, so that her boy friends and future husband will not get the
opportunity to be as naughty as you."

Howard stood with his head hung and a face blushed beet red waiting his
daughter's entrance.

Just then Julia did enter. She was a vision. Short black mini, yellow tube top,
flaming hair in a ponytail, bright red lipstick. The scent of her was wonderful
to the man's nostrils. No one said anything. Millie just smiled at her
husband's predicament.

Julia looked at her mother. Millie Wells nodded. "Drop your pants daddy..."

Howard looked at his fifteen year old daughter with the most forlorn of looks.

"Do it daddy. You are just prolonging your just punishment."

Howard obeyed.

"Now your underpants."

He obeyed again.

"Very good daddy. Oh, you're excited. I hope it helps make your pain a little
less."

She walked over to him and lightly upstroked his throbbing penis. It jumped in
her hand.

"Daddy, you're so hard and so big."

Millie had placed a high-backed armless chair in the center of the room. She
and Julia had decided that Julia would spank her father over the knee this
first time.

Julia walked slowly around her father. She fingered his crack with a very
gentle upstroke as she had his penis. His buttocks contracted convulsively.

"I'm going to take you over my knee daddy. I am going to use this hair brush."
She showed it to him. "I will warm you up first then you're going to get fifty
or sixty very hard spanks. I hope I don't have to tie you down. I do so want
your first spanking from me to be accepted by you, but no matter what daddy, it
will be thorough."

Julia sat lightly on the chair and tapped her knee indicating that he should
drape himself over her knees for his spanking. He moved over to her on shaky
legs and slowly lowered himself so that his butt was high in the air, an easy
target for the instrument of his punishment.

The smell of her enslaved him. He would take his medicine and be grateful for
it. Her arm sliced threw the air. The hair brush made a shattering, crashing
sound on his right buttock; he jerked involuntarily shuddering as he regained
as much composure as he could manage. She waited. The second spank punished his
backside. She waited again. And again her arm descended setting fire to his
flesh. And a fourth spank landed in a virgin spot. Julia paused.

"That was the warm up daddy. Now your punishment begins for real. Please try to
not buck too much. I'm not very strong, and I don't want to have to tie your
hands and feet. Okay?"

For the next half hour she rained torture and punishment upon his buttocks.
Positioned over her knee, he grasped with inhuman strength the base of the
chair with his sweating fingers while his toes did a obscene dance on the floor
behind him. He started to mutter and beg, plead, pray for an end to his
torment; Julia was not soft of heart today. Howard was going to be made to
suffer for his erring ways.

Finally it was over.

"That, Howard, is what you can expect any time Julia or I feel you need
discipline. Stand up and go to the corner now Howard, and stay there until
you're released."

******

Howard Wells had been kept in the dark about all of the goings on, and had he
known, it might have gone very badly for the two blackmailers. He didn't mind
taking his medicine from his wife, or even his daughter really; but anybody
messing with his family would have had hell to pay. Howard had been an all-
American amateur boxer at Penn State twenty years before; he still had the
quick hands.

Millie had decided that she might need back-up, however, and had decided to
involve Howard on an as needed basis. This required that he be near enough by
to be able to be called upon if the situation demanded it.

Hence, on the afternoon of the date in question, he and his wife were ensconced
in deck chairs by the pool not twenty feet from the Ramsay garage and its side
door. She was in a miniskirt and halter top today. Her brown hair fluffed
around her artfully made up face. Howard, seeing her, knew why he accepted
slavery to her so meekly.

But today her appearance was not for him; she had only the two neighbor boys
and their mission in mind. Ideally, the garage door would be guaranteed to be
unlocked by Julia, but if it wasn't; it would offer but little resistance to an
irate father of Howard Wells' dimensions. Yes, thought Millie, having Howard
around was a good even a necessary idea.

******

"Why are you doing this?" whined Julia in her best little girl imitation.

"I told you," said Hardey, "this is payback for all of the teasing your mother
has put me and my brother through. Did you wear the thing I told you too?"

Julia nodded forlornly.

"Good. Strip so me and my brother can see."

Julia began to strip, slowly. She watched the fronts of the boys' jeans. She
could already see the bulges growing out of control there. Suddenly she pulled
the front of her blouse together and made a calculated, clumsy attempt to
leave. Erik grabbed her and pulled her back into the center of the garage.

"Get down on your knees girl and right now," commanded Erik. "Now take of your
clothes like we said."

"I don't want to do this," said Julia tearfully. "Can't I just leave? I want to
leave."

"Pretty soon girl. Just as soon as you make us both come in your mouth," said
Hardey. The boys were completely out of effective control. Julia was actually
afraid they might hurt her if she tried to leave. She just hoped her mom was
getting all of this; she was almost past the point of no return.

Stripped of her skirt and blouse, she was now attired only in her mother's
bikini.

"Open my pants girl and take it out. Now!" Hardey was desperate now, Julia
could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. Even Erik looked startled at
his tone of voice.

Julia complied. She acted demurely and tentatively.

"Hurry up, girl. You didn't have to be coaxed so much when you sucked off Cal
Davis now did you?"

Julia finally freed the older boy's cock and held it gingerly between her
fingers. She moved her head forward and began to take it in her mouth as the
two boys loomed over her.

Just as she began to suck on it, the door slammed open. Hardey with his pants
around his knees was helpless. Millie and Howard Wells were wearing looks that
clearly stated that they were not going to be fun to be around.

"I...," Erik had lost his voice. Hardey was mumbling something unintelligible.

"Save it, hot rod," said Howard to Erik. Erik wasn't courageous enough to
either disobey the command or mix it with Julia's father; he was outweighed by
close to a hundred pounds.

"Well, Hardey. So you think you can get away with blackmailing my daughter.
Wrong!"

"Look Mrs. Wells..."

"Yes, Hardey? You have something to say?"

"No, I guess not. It's just -- well -- we were so horny. I mean we always see
you -- it makes us crazy."

The burst of candor from Hardey impressed Millie Wells. She'd come here to
crucify two little shits, but now... "Haven't you ever seen a lady in a bikini
before Hardey?" she queried.

"No. Well, not many -- except in magazines. I mean you know; I don't have a
car. My folks are strict. It's hard. I guess I just went kinda nuts."

"I guess you did," said Howard speaking for only the second time. He'd
immediately gone to his daughter to drape her clothes around her and protect
her. His wife, he knew, would and could deal with the mutton-heads. "You do not
mess with a man's family, but I mean but never! I oughta tear your asses up."

"Yes sir," said Hardey.

"Ummm. What to do," mused Millie Wells. "We have all of this on tape boys.
Video tape. Your butts are grass, and I'm the lawn mower. What do you think we
should do about you?"

"Mrs. Wells, please, anything, but don't let our folks know," pleaded Hardey.

"Anything? Do you know what anything might be, Hardey?"

" I don't care. Erik doesn't care either, do you Erik?"

"No ma'am. I'll do anything to keep my mom from knowing, or my dad."

Millie walked over to where Howard and Julia were standing by the door. "What
do you think? We could have some fun with these two. You wouldn't mind that
would you Julia? Howard?" The husband and the daughter both indicated that they
were game.

****** Millie sent Howard home. This would be an all girl revenge party. If the
two boys were going to get it, the two girls were going to want to be the ones
to give it to them.

"Ummm. Well, what do you think Julia? How should we do these two stinkers."

"Well, they seemed to want to have someone suck their dicks for them mother."

"Yes, That's right. I have an idea. We'll have them suck each other off, at
least for starters."

"No!" cried Erik. I just couldn't do that. Please don't make me do that. I just
couldn't."

"It's too late for you to whine for mercy now you little worm. It's time to
take your medicine. You were going to make me put your stinky dongs in my
mouth, so now you're going to find out just how distasteful I thought that was.
And that, Mr. high and mighty, is only going to be the beginning. You'll be
lucky if we don't castrate you. Still, maybe you won't need to suck Hardey,
Erik."

His relief was tempered by the threat in her voice.

Erik quailed. He really feared the two women. The one an experienced, 41-year-
old tease, the other a fifteen-year-old ingenue. Both utterly cruel he was
sure.

Hardey had remained silent, since he had admitted his guilt. He had not begged
for mercy, and he did not expect any.

"Shut up Erik. they're going to do us like we were going to do them. We have it
coming. I'm the one mainly at fault Mrs. Wells. Erik only went along because I
convinced him to. Please, let him off; I'll take the punishment for both of
us."

"Very noble of you Hardey, but no, Erik is going to get his come-uppance too.
Both of you strip naked. Now!"

"Oh, mother, look at Hardey penis; it's standing straight up. This has turned
you on hasn't it Hardey?"

Hardey blushed crimson. He'd not ever been so hard and stiff. His pride was
completely gone. "Yes. I guess so."

"You guess so?" cried Julia. "I know so. You want to fuck us -- me and my
mother. Which one would you take first if you could Hardey? Come on, tell us."

"I -- I -- I don't know. Either one."

"Come on Hardey. Choose. Choose now."

"Your mother I guess. She'd be more experienced and therefore more fun. You'd
have too many inhibitions. But I don't know."

"Get down on your knees Hardey," said Millie Wells. "Erik come over here and
stand in front of your brother." Erik hesitated. Millie had retrieved a belt
from one of the boys pair of pants. She now lashed out at Erik's buttocks
fiercely. Erik jumped to obey, his butt stinging from the belt's effect.

"Mother, I think I should tie their hands for the moment don't you?"

"Yes, dear. That's a good idea. You can use those ropes in the sack over
there." Millie indicated the sack that Howard had brought in with him a little
while before. "I'll tie Hardey; You tie Erik's hands; they're only gonna need
their mouths anyway."

The red-headed teen stood behind Erik and tightly bound his wrists. He winced
at the discomfort caused by the bindings. Julia whispered in his ear.

"Relax Erik. Hardey's going to suck your dick and make you come, and then we've
got another little game for you two sex maniacs to play. You'll hate it, but
we'll love it."

While Julia tied Erik's hands behind his back, Millie was busy doing the same
thing for Hardey. Bending over to lash Hardey's wrists together, he being on
his knees, she had exposed her panties to Erik's view as her miniskirt skirt
rode up behind her; his penis reacted as she knew it would. Now Hardey had a
nice big and fairly thick cock to suck. The girls were impressed with the size
of the two boys. In other circumstances...

"Suck your brother Hardey. Make him come." Hardey leaned forward and opened
wide to accept his brother's penis in his mouth. He began to suck. He was no
good at it, but pleasure for Erik was not the purpose of the exercise, no
indeed, punishment and humiliation were. Hardey sucked his brother for some
minutes before he felt Erik begin to stiffen he knew he was about to be choked
with the cum of the boy who was fucking his mouth. Erik exploded. Cum dribbled
out of Hardey's mouth as he did his best to take his brother's load.

Julia was laughing now. Her mother, more serious, only smiled; the game was
just beginning. "Let's get out of our clothes honey. We want to inspire the
boys to perform their very best for us," said Millie.

"Okay mom." Julia slipped her bikini bottoms off and unhooked her top and let
it drop. Her mother actually whistled at her.

"Mom. You're acting like one of the boys."

"It's just that you're really pretty, daughter."

The two boys were mesmerized by the sight of the naked girl. Her slim body, the
prominent swell of her ass, her little titties, and her little muff of red
pubic hair; the picture all but caused them to stop their breathing. Julia
looked at them haughtily with her hands on her hips. "You can continue your
business boys," said Julia with an air of triumph in her voice.

"Honey," said her mother, "Erik has already finished his work. Now it's
Hardey's turn." While she talked, Millie was shucking her mini skirt for the
boys, and for Julia, to see just what all of the activities of the day were
actually over.

Hardey licked his lips nervously his hands tied behind his back. He, most of
all, wanted to see Millie Wells naked. Millie stood and pushed her dark gray
panties down and off. She still had her blouse and her bra on. She stood
straight and look straight into Hardey's eyes. "Do you like how my pussy looks,
Hardey?"

The seventeen-year-old nodded slowly, almost unconsciously. Through Millie's
light brown muff, Hardey could clearly see the top of her slit. He'd never
wanted anything so badly in his life. He watched as the woman in front of him
began to remove her blouse and bra. Then she was stark naked. She walked over
to Julia and fondled her little teats and then began to suck them. Julia showed
surprise, but she did not pull away.

"Mom, what should we make Hardey do now?" asked Julia regaining her composure.

"Umm, yes, Hardey. Hardey is going to fuck his brother in the butt." The
stunned look on Hardey's face spoke volumes. He gritted his teeth and remained
silent. Millie walked over to Hardey and looked down at the top of his tousled
head of hair. His gaze was but inches away from her slit. He risked all. He
leaned forward and kissed her pubis. He did not see the smile of satisfaction
on the woman's face.

"If you do a good job, Hardey, I may reward you sometime; you never know."

She helped him to his feet. Julia was already leading Erik over to the back of
an old stuffed chair in the back of the garage.

"Erik can bend over this so Hardey can do him, mom." As she spoke she was
pushing Erik's face down and over the back of the chair.

"Spread you legs, Erik, like a good girl. Your boyfriend is going to screw you
while we watch." Erik's eyes were wide with fear.

"I can't, Julia. He's my brother, and I don't like boys that way."

He tried to straighten up. The belt in her hand taught him not to argue as it
flayed his behind. The naked girl was all business at that moment. Erik danced
to the rhythm of the lash.

"Get over there, Hardey, and do your duty," said Millie. She guided him to the
backside of his brother. She grasped him by his penis; he almost came in her
hand from the shock of her touching him. She helped aim his prick at the
younger boy's hole. She grasped his ball sack lightly as she urged him to plumb
the smaller boy. Hardey's tool lodged its head inside of Erik's anus. Erik
groaned and bucked, but Julia was holding his head down and controlling him
effectively. Erik could smell Julia's girl smell and it intoxicated him; he
decided to obey her and to try to take his screwing without too much fuss.
Hardey was pushing and pulling now in a cadence to his own inner urges. He
tried to imagine Millie bent over and taking his dick deep inside of her.
Finally he came. he soaked the innards of his brother with sticky cum. He
stumbled back and sat on the floor.

The two girls giggled and exited the garage still naked and holding their
rumpled clothes in their hands.

"You know, Julia, in other circumstances, I would not mind bending over for
those two boys. Did you see the size of Hardey's peepee?"

Julia was only half listening. She was still thinking of how her mother had
handled her breasts while the boys watched with their mouths hanging open.. At
the time she had felt shocked, but now...?

"A penny for your thoughts," said her mother noting that she had not been
listening.

"Mother -- my breasts..."

"Did that shock you, honey? It shouldn't have. Lots of girls play with each
other."

"But you're my mother. I..."

"It did bother you."

"Well, no. Not really. I mean it felt good, but odd."

"I know. I did it mainly to tease the boys. That's what they said I was doing
all along after all."

"Mother that was what you were doing all along."

"Yes, and there'll be another day. And I might not be so shy in the future."


Part Three Julia and Millie were full of themselves. They had turned the tables
on two dumb but nasty boys and had had far too much fun doing it for it to be
fair; but they didn't care. Additionally, they contented themselves, that the
two boys had actually liked being made to participate in their own humiliation
and punishment. Julia especially could not get over the sight of Hardey's
ecstasy as he feverishly screwed his brother. And Erik? He was a trip. Whiny to
be sure, but there was no mistaking him pushing his buttocks back and up to
meet his brother's cock as he was slammed repeated in his butt hole.

Millie, too, had other thoughts. Oh, she was getting off on the humor of it
all, but she had seen her daughter naked and beautiful. Her little slit visible
and her little titties defying gravity. She had very much enjoyed touching
Julia's breasts. She wasn't sure which had affected her more: seeing and
feeling Hardey's seven inch pole, or touching her daughter's very female body.

Howard Wells was miffed. He had been unceremoniously sent away by his
dominating wife before the festivities began, and the one thing he was sure of
was that it was most certainly "not" fair. In reality he reasoned, the only
thing that had kept those two big boys in line was the threat he posed to their
continued good health and physical integrity. He had agreed to be her slave
because it was so sexually stimulating to him; now she had denied him that
stimulation. The question of "fair" was definitely on his side no question
about it. Maybe a new reality had to be considered. A new reality that would
find Millie over his knee to teach her a well deserved lesson, but did he have
the courage? He'd have to think about that.

While Howard Wells was getting up his courage to put his foot down, things were
happening that would solve his problem for him, and, that would indeed end up
making the decision to act for him.

******

The boys' parents had just returned from their familial visit upstate. They
noticed a change in attitude in the boys; it was in the way they related to
each other. It wasn't a bad change, and it wasn't a good change; it was an
indefinable change.

Mark Ramsay, age 42, short , slightly built, thinning sandy hair, was both a
lawyer and an accountant of some considerable skill. Though still relatively
young, he had made remarkable strides up the corporate ladder and was on the
verge of receiving a major promotion, and with it, receiving the commensurate
salary and perk package that his new position would naturally command. But
today, Mark was not thinking of his professional success; he had the boys on
his mind. He was especially perplexed by the way his sons acted around each
other. Erik seemed a puppy dog treating Hardey like he was his guru or
something. Hardey, conversely, had the attitude of a French Courtier: haughty,
smart alecky, and disdainful of his brother's attentions. It was most
definitely a situation that needed explaining. The change from contentious
rivalry to a guru-suppliant relationship was just too sudden; he was going to
get to the bottom of it.

Jane Ramsay, age 36, maybe five-three and 105 pounds, light brown hair, and
extraordinarily well endowed both in the rear and in the front, had noticed the
change too. In fact, she it was who had first voiced her concern to Mark. They
had discussed it, and she had dropped it, leaving it for Mark to consider. That
should have been the end of it. It wasn't.

******

"You enjoyed it too much," said Hardey to Erik.

"You should talk. It was me being fucked in the ass. Those naked women made me
hot to do anything. And I know you felt the same way, or you never would have
screwed me. Now I ask you for a little favor and you tell me to get lost; all
of this is your fault."

"Favor? You just asked me to fuck you again. Favor indeed! Did you all of a
sudden turn into a queer or something?"

"It's better than nothing, Hardey. I'll screw you if you want."

"Like hell you will. If dad ever found out he'd kill us. And then he'd kick us
out -- both of us."

"Ummm. You're right about that. He'd be real hard to convince it was only a
teenage prank or something."

"Hard? Think impossible, you idiot!" said Hardey.

The two boys did not know how long their father had been standing in the
doorway or how much he'd heard; they just knew he'd heard enough; it was
written all over his face. "Dad!" the two teens chimed in unison.

Mark Ramsay said nothing. He walked in slowly casting about for something,
anything, to prove that what he'd heard was but a bad dream. He found nothing
but reality.

"You keep your room real nice, Erik." Erik nodded knowing it was the calm
before the storm.

"You boys bi or flat gay?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Dad, you don't understand," said Hardey.

"Don't understand? I just heard him say that you had intercourse with him; what
did I misunderstand?"

"Dad, it was not like you think. We were forced to do it," Hardey said in
desperation.

The elder Ramsay leaned against the wall of the fifteen by fifteen room. His
gaze wandered randomly around walls plastered with sports posters and pictures
of brain dead rock stars. "Forced? Enlighten me. And while you're at it,
explain why you haven't called the cops or at least informed me or your
mother."

Neither of the boys was keen to spill the beans. They knew that they were at
least as guilty as the two women for their humiliating punishment. Hardey
finally looked his father in the eye and told him the whole story, the whole
truth.

"Let me get this straight. You two tried to blackmail the women next door into
sucking you dicks, and they called your bluff."

Hardey nodded his acknowledgement.

"You do realize that this cannot rest where it is. I am going next door to have
a talk with the Wells.'"

Erik was sick. His father's face was chalky and cold. He'd seen that look but
seldom; it was never a good sign. He wondered what opposing lawyers thought
when they encountered it in the courtroom.

******

Lawyer Ramsay turned from the boys without further comment, went into the room
in his home that served as his office, locked the door, and began reviewing
what he knew. What he knew, he did not like. His own sons! His own damn sons
sucking and fucking each other! Somebody was going to pay for that -- BIG! If
those females next door thought that they could punish his sons with impunity,
they were sadly in error. Oh yes, sadly in error to say the least.

It was early evening when he noticed Howard Wells' car pull into the driveway.
He had been waiting for that. He quietly stepped out of the house; he did not
want to speak to the boys again, or his wife either -- not yet.. He did want to
speak to Howard Wells, and, he wanted a word with the distaff member of the
Wells household too.

"Yes, Mark. What can I do for you?" Howard was not worried about the short,
slim gentleman in front of him; he out weighed him by seventy-five pounds at
least; still, he was not anxious to cross swords with a lawyer, so he hoped it
wasn't about his wife's escapades with the boys. It was.

"Howard, I know you know about what your wife and daughter did with my two
teenage sons." Mark was only slightly worried that Howard would get physical
with him. He was more than well aware that Howard could crush him like a grape
and drink his blood like wine if he wanted to. If he did though, the lawyer in
Mark knew exactly what to do, even if it did have to be after he got out of the
hospital. He was glad though, that Howard's son Michael was not in town.
Michael was not a patient or a gentle soul in any way shape or form; he'd
strike first and worry about the consequences later. A very bad egg that
Michael.

"Yeah, but they had it coming. They tried to blackmail my daughter with
pictures."

Howard, (A) if your daughter did things pictures of which would embarrass her
that's her hang-up. And (B) the things your wife instigated are perverted to
say the least."

"So you say. I say it was justice."

"Well, justice is what I'm going to get too, Howard. Now it can be the easy way
or the hard way. That is, we can keep it quiet -- the justice I'm talking about
-- or we can go to court and after an expensive and lengthy battle, I will own
your house."

"Get out of here while you still can, pussy."

"Think it over, Howard. You have until tomorrow to give me what I want or
else." Mark turned and walked back to his own place. He had to give the Wells
clan a chance to talk and decide. He was pretty sure that he would get what he
wanted out of those two broads."

******

"Michael, you just have to get somebody to do it for the sorority party or I'm
dead meat."

"Look, Grace, nobody is going to go for that shit -- period! Nobody I know
anyway."

"Can't you intimidate somebody or something?" Grace Moreland was in a tizzy.
She had promised to come up with a man, any man, but preferably a jock or a
frat member that the sorority she was an officer of could do with what they
wanted without question -- sexually. And what they wanted was a lot. This
particular collection of nympho-lady-libbers made Gloria Steinem look like a
miss pussywillow.

"Grace, I love you and everything, but I can't get anybody for what you want. I
mean what kind of turkey would go for something like that?"

Grace eyed him disdainfully. She loved him too, but she also knew he was not
leveling with her. She didn't want to be the one to bring it up, but it was
either that or fail in her mission to get a "victim" for her sorority soiree.
"Mike, I'm going to say something now that might upset you, but you leave me no
choice."

Mike eyed her suspiciously. He had a sinking feeling that he was about to be
executed for being false with his lover and future wife. "What?" he asked in a
voice far to small for someone of his size.

She flashed him a smile; she knew he had guessed what she was about to reveal.

"Yes Mike, I know."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Oh. And it's all right; I'm bi too. That's why I've been so attracted to
you these past three years. You know, I've known since the beginning.."

"Now wait a minute," Mike began to protest.

"Oh, now were going to do the denial thing. I had hoped we could just skip that
part and get to the truth -- to trust and understanding. Not possible?"

Mike looked stunned. He was stunned. "Okay. You're right. It's just that I feel
like a fool."

"You are a fool. You're a man aren't you? Now, how about you?"

"How about me what?"

"How about you doing the gig for my sorority?"

"I can't. I'm on the goddamned football team. You know what those guys would do
to me if they knew I was bi-sexual!"

"No one would ever know. You'll be masked. Even your own mother wouldn't know
you. Come on. What do I have to do to get you to help me out here? It's just
for laughs. We need a jock or a frat guy for this, and you're both."

"I -- I -- I don't know. I'll think about it. You're bi too huh?"

"Yes, Mike. The female body attracts me almost as much as your body does. And
you do have quite a body."

"Let me get it straight. You want me or somebody, to get screwed in the ass, by
some girl wearing a dildo, in the middle of a party scene, so that your
sorority sisters can have a good laugh. Is that it?"

"It's only in fun. But yes, that's about it."

"And you don't have any problem with your boyfriend, your fiance, me, being the
screwee?"

"No, of course not. I told you it's all in fun."

"You and your sorority sisters are nuts; you know that?"

"Really? And what about you guys when you had Jill Killeen dance naked for your
installation last year. Everybody in your frat either felt her up or made her
suck him off including you."

"Yeah, that was kinda in bad taste, but I only felt up her ass for form's sake.
It wasn't my idea anyway."

"Well, it was that that gave us the idea to set this little deal up. But we
won't wreck your reputation like you tried to wreck hers, at least some of
you."

"I see. Now I see. So, this is a get even thing against male frat members."

"Yes. You could look at it that way. You'll still think about it?"

"Ummm. I guess so. I'm not making any promises."

She jumped at him and hugged him enthusiastically as though he'd already agreed
to be the center of attraction for her little party. "You know Mike, I would
really like you to let me watch you some time."

"Huh? Watch me? Watch me what?"

"Watch another man do you." The look on his face was disbelief, but with
Grace..."

******

Howard hated telling Millie about the threat of Mark Ramsay. He hated it on two
sides. On the one hand he felt helpless against Ramsay's law degree; he knew he
had the power to be really nasty if he wanted to. And in another way, Howard
agreed with Mark that the girls had been too hard on the boys though he'd
defend them with his life if it came to that.

"So, what are we going to do mom?" asked Julia after her father had spelled it
out for them.

"I don't know, honey girl. I just don't know. Did you try to reason with him
Howard?"

"He wasn't having any, Millie."

"Just what kind of revenge does he want," asked Millie.

"I think he's going to let the boys have their way with you two. Just as you
did with them. I'm guessing some, but I that was what I inferred."

"I think so too," said Millie. "Well, I won't like being on the receiving end
much, but it will be endurable, I guess."

"Mother! How could you even consider letting them have us? They'll fuck us!
They'll laugh at us! I just couldn't let them do it; I just couldn't!"

"Honey, men have been fucking us girls forever. It won't be the end of the
world, and sometime, sometime there'll be a day when we will get ours back from
them; I feel it."

"Tomorrow ask what it is he wants, Howard. If it is what we think, make the
arrangements."

"Yes, dear."

******

Howard made the arrangements on the following day. He was just glad Mark Ramsay
had no sexual imagination. What a dildo he was when it came to such matters.
Millie and Julia were to come over the following Saturday evening and the boys
would take it from there. The girls would be theirs for the whole night. In the
morning it would be over, and life on Ramsay/Wells avenue would return to
whatever it was that stood for normal again.

Jane Ramsay, who nothing of any of it, was being shunted off to grandma's for
the weekend via Pacifica Air. She would have not a clue on the other side of
the continent, and that was the only other condition that Mark Ramsay had
insisted upon, that his wife never know anything. As an added concession to
some spirited lobbying by Howard Wells, Mark Ramsay would not be present
either. He would be spending the night at his club, in the city, and he would
be spending it with Howard Wells as his guest. That left two mid-teen boys, a
middle aged but sensually gorgeous woman and a lascivious teenaged girl alone
for the night. A story like this would have made a hell of a novel thought Mark
Ramsay after the Wells' bread winner had left.

******

The boys were beside themselves. They could not believe their good fortune.
Erik was certain that it was the charmed plans of Hardey that had finally borne
fruit. He was just lucky. Everything Hardey did worked out eventually, and so
had this. Erik had wet dreams thinking of how he was going to do Julia and her
mother. he just hoped he'd have enough energy to do all the things he was
dreaming of.

Hardey for his part wanted Millie Ramsay all to himself. He didn't like sharing
her with anyone, but this was punishment for what the women had done to them,
and so he'd have to let Erik have a taste of the mother as well; he couldn't be
selfish, now could he. ******

"Grace I Have to go home for the weekend."

"You'll be back before next Friday, right?"

"Should. My sister was a little vague. Said she was too embarrassed to talk on
the phone but that it was really important."

"Isn't Julia fifteen or something?"

"Yes, fifteen."

"Well, why don't you call your mother and ask?"

"Because Julia swore me to secrecy. I've never broken a promise to my kid
sister. I don't want to start now."

"Well, I was kinda planning having a special night for you Saturday. Why don't
you just fly over on Sunday. If she didn't say it was an emergency..."

"I guess I could do that. I kinda got the feeling it was boy trouble. I guess
she can handle the boys all right. I mean dad's there, right?"

"Right."

******

The girls were made up, as per instructions. Millie, a black sheath dress,
heels, and moderate makeup. Julia, a miniskirt, a sleeveless blouse, flats and
a ponytail. They were nervous.

Millie saw distress in her daughter's eyes and movements. "It's not so bad
honey. They're handsome boys. And maybe we deserve what we're getting."

"No, mom. It's not that. I'm not nervous. I can do it if I have to. It's the
fact that they'll be laughing at us. If not tonight then tomorrow or the next
day."

"Not unless they want to let their mom in on it all, and somehow I don't think
that they want that."

"I hope you're right."

"Those boys have such big dicks. And they're so much bigger and taller than
their father. Guess it's in the genes somewhere."

"Erik once told me at school that his three uncles on his mom's side were all
over six feet."

"Ummm. That's the source then. I knew it couldn't be that pipsqueak Mark
Ramsay. I wonder what Jane ever saw in him."

"Money, mom, money. He makes a ton of money. That's why we're about to be
royally fucked. Because he has the power of money, otherwise daddy would have
just squashed the wimpy little bastard."

"Ummm. You're right of course, dear. Money isn't everything, but in everyday
life it's the only important thing."

"I guess we should go and get it over with," said Julia trying to show as
little apprehension as possible.

******

In contrast with the girls, neither Hardey nor Erik were dressed up. Both wore
jeans and tee shirts.

"Look, Mrs. Wells, we aren't going to do anything to hurt you or anything.
We're just going to give you back some of what you gave us," said Hardey
echoing the words his father had made him memorize, and, which in any event he
would have said something "like" anyway.

"Okay Hardey. I guess that'll have to be good enough. So, what do you want us
to do?"

"We want to go slow, ma'am. We have all night, and Erik and I want to make the
most of it. You can understand that."

She understood it all too well. The bulges in the front of the boys jeans,
which neither of them did anything to hide, were clearly evident. Millie looked
at Julia and back at the boys zippers. Julia got the message, and indicated
that she already was a aware of it. "Okay, but are we just going to stand here
all night? Can we sit or something?"

"Oh -- oh -- sure," blurted Erik, finally awaking from the daze the sight of
the two beauties had put him into. "Sit there," he said to Julia motioning to
the larger couch.

Hardey nodded his assent. "Millie, I hope you don't mind my calling you Millie,
why don't we sit over there on the other couch."

"Whatever," said Julia moving to take her seat and await her fate."

"So, you're my date. Is that it Hardey?"

Hardey smiled. "Well for part of the evening anyway, Millie. Erik will get you
later, and I'll be with Julia."

"I see."

Erik moved over to sit by Julia. He sat a little farther away than he wanted
to, but he was unsure of himself still. Julia noticed, and was sure he'd get
bolder as the night progressed. He began to edge over to her. Julia stiffened,
but made no attempt to avoid him.

Hardey looked unsettled. "Millie let's leave these two alone for a little
while. We can go into the den. it'll be more private in there."

Millie rose and followed the big teenager into the den a couple of doors down a
passage way of the large house.

******

Erik was next to Julia now. He reached over and turned her head gently to him.
He kissed her lightly on the lips. Julia was stoic. She did not react, but
noted that at least the little twit didn't have bad breath. She'd survive. He
kissed her again and then again. She began to respond. His hand slid feather
like down her arm tickling her. The sensation was mildly arousing she thought.
So far he had not done anything really sexual. He'd decided to go slow she
presumed. Well, if he did it right, she'd let him have a good time; otherwise,
before the night was over, he be wanting to turn queer.

Erik, let his hand drop to her knee. Uh oh, she thought, now it begins. Slowly,
ever so slowly his hand began it's journey up her leg and under the hem of her
skirt. His hands were cool. Soon he was almost to her panties, then he removed
his hand, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately this time, and
deeply; she responded pushing her tongue into his mouth. Erik began to sweat,
or at least he felt like he was. Gawd, she smelled good to him, kind of a mix
of sandalwood and roses.

He put his right hand on her breast and gently stroked it. Julia was actually
getting turned on. She was surprised to discover that this sixteen-year-old
knew how to handle a woman. He felt her other breast.

"Go slow and they will reward you guys; trust me," his dad had told them.

Julia did not know that they had gotten lessons in "the care and feeding of
girls," but she would have been glad of it.

Erik began to unbutton her blouse. She let her hands fall to her sides as he
exposed her brassier. He unhooked her; her breasts tumbled free. Erik gazed at
them, leant forward and kissed each bud. He took one in his mouth and sucked on
it for a time; then it was the other's turn. "Please stand up, Julia." She
followed instructions.

Erik put his hand out and touched the indentation in her skirt where her secret
place was. He unhooked her skirt; it slithered to the ground. He gazed at her
panties and the line in them her slit made.

"Turn around, Julia, I want to look at your -- your buns."

She obeyed, genuinely turned on by the scene. She felt him trace her ass cleft
with his finger. She felt him tug at her panties. He was pulling them down,
suddenly she felt the wetness in her crotch. She still had her back to him, but
she felt his breath as he leaned forward and kissed her buttocks. She felt him
separate her crack and his lips make contact with her anus. He kissed her again
and again there. She could hear his labored breathing.

"Julia, please sit down on the couch... I want to kiss your pussy."

Julia sat as directed and spread her legs to allow him access to her cunt. He
kissed her, then he licked her, then he was sucking her clit and her labia like
a starved man. He was starved, sex starved.

Erik did not know how long he had licked and sucked her pussy, but he sensed it
was time to fuck her. She was so slobbery wet he couldn't believe it. Before he
fucked her thought there was one more thing he had to do.

"Julia, it's my turn to sit on the couch."

Julia looked at him puzzled and then go it. "Sure," is all she said. He got up
off of his knees and she got on hers. As he rose he pushed his pants down and
off; he was wearing no underwear. He shucked his shirt as he sat down on the
couch. He spread his legs as she had spread hers. She knelt between them.

Reaching forward she felt his cock for the first time. Six or seven hard inches
she thought. She could take it. She would take it whether she liked it or not
she knew. Her left hand cupped his balls and her right guided his cock into her
waiting mouth. she sucked loudly and avidly. Julia was a very good cock sucker.
she sucked him dry and swallowed all of his cum. He almost fainted from the
exercise as his buttocks rose to meet her mouth strokes. Finally he was able to
relax.

"Take it easy big boy. You'll be all right."

"I'm not so sure. But I loved every minute of it."

"I'll bet you did."

"Julia, I wan to fuck you now. I can do it. See, I'm getting hard again."

She looked and he was.

"Okay. How do you want to do me," she asked clinically.

"How do you like it."

"Don't know, you're my first?"

"You mean?"

"Yes, I'm a virgin. I had it up the ass once, but that doesn't count."

"Gee. Your first time. I hope I don't disappoint you or anything."

"Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill, and I'm ready to lose it. So, sock it
to me buddy, unless you want to back out."

"No, no! I want to fuck you," he said stupidly.

She just smiled at him and reiterated, "Well then, what position should I be
in?"

"Well, I had a dream about you and me, and we were doing it doggie style,"

"Okay," she nodded. She got down on all fours on the shag rug, and spread her
knees exposing her cunt to his cock. He moved behind her. She felt his hands on
her hips then she felt him guide his penis to her opening. He pushed slowly,
gently; the head was lodged in her pussy opening; he waited a moment.

Julia was frightened now. She was going to lose it and feared the pain. She
felt him push gently, then more forcefully, then he broke through. She let out
a little yelp as her hymen was destroyed. Erik fucked her steadily for fifteen
minutes and then exploded mightily inside of her, bathing her vagina in cum.
They both collapsed on the floor. He kissed her repeatedly. He pushed his
finger into her anal canal and licked the residue from his fingers. She smiled
at the little act of worship. Too bad she was being forced to be here; she
might have liked to get to know her violator better.

****** In the den Millie was sitting on Hardey's face and facing his feet. His
mouth was sucking her pussy dry and his nose was simultaneously pressed against
her anus smelling her avidly. Millie was actually in seventh heaven. The teen
was even better than she had hoped. Unlike her daughter, she was fully aware
that somebody had given these boys directions. It wasn't their mother she was
sure; it had to have been Mark; she'd find out later. Janie had once confided
that Mark was a mechanical uninspired though interested lover. Uptight was the
term. Too old fashioned, puritanical to a fault, not the least knowledgeable
were terms that fit him; but he did know the mechanics of how to please a
woman, so at least his wife could claim to get off and orgasm occasionally;
something very many women could not claim.

He had sucked her titties, her pussy, her anus. Now he would fuck her. He had
been looking forward to this forever. Now she was his to toy to play with. "Get
up, Millie. Please stand behind that chair over there."

She understood the game. She did as instructed and waited.

"Bend over it, Millie."

He moved behind her and without preamble pushed his cock into her, impaling her
totally. He fucked her raw. She pushed back to help him. She wanted her pussy
punished. He obliged her.

When he finished with her, she knelt before him without instructions and pulled
his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth. Hardey looked down on her and wanted her
to never leave. But he was intent on being a hard ass tonight. He wanted to
remain in control. He could not have her believe he was a wimp. He had plans
for the future.

******

The boys switched at about eleven o'clock. Erik didn't waste as much time with
Millie as he had with his heart's delight Julia. But he fucked her missionary
style with her ankles up around her ears. He pounded her pretty good. She was
panting when he had finished with her and let her legs drop.

Hardey decide to fuck Julia in the ass. She adored him for it. Julia was
discovering her anal self. She was fast becoming a premier slut.

******

Michael arrived at noon Sunday. Discovered the happenings, the whys, and the
wherefores, and he was not happy.

The girls had tried to calm him, but as soon they would have been able to calm
a typhoon!

"And where were you all of this time dad?" he demanded.

"I was with Mark Ramsay at his club in town, son. I didn't want him in on the
scene."

"You were what! My sister is getting gang banged and you're having tea with the
father of the perps!"

"It was my fault, Michael. I made your dad do what he did."

"You made him? How's that mom. Dad weighs two hundred and fifty pounds."

"Michael, sit down. I have a lot to tell you. I had thought it would have been
none of your business, but maybe I was wrong."

"Now wait a minute Millie..."

"Howard, Julia knows. How long before Michael figures it out."

"Julia knows what? What would I figure out?"

"Your father and I have an understanding, Michael."

There was silence. Julia spoke, "Mike, dad is mother's slave."

"What are you talking about? What slave?

"I'm saying mom is the boss, dad is her servant, her slave. He does what she
says, and when he is naughty, he is punished. I've even punished him once
myself, with a hairbrush."

Mike was silent. He looked at his father. He looked at each of the rest of the
members of his now surprising family. And he'd been worried that they'd find
out he was bi. How foolish that seemed now. "You mean willingly?"

"Yes," said Howard. "Your mother is extremely sensual, and I am honored to have
her train me. I only hope you find a woman equally wonderful."

There was a silence at the table. "Okay. Since this seems to be true
confessions day, I might as well tell you all that I'm bi-sexual."

"That's wonderful dear," said his mother. "Does Grace know?"

"Yes. She found out recently. And you may as well all know, Grace is bi also."

"My goodness, how interesting," broke in Julia.

"Never mind. I am getting off the track. I still don't like that Shylock next
door exacting a pound of flesh from my sister and mother. It's humiliating."

"Well..." began Millie.

"Just a minute. I've got it. Mr. Lawyer is in for it. I just hope he doesn't
enjoy it as much as you two seemed to have," he said, looking at the two
females.

******

The threats, negotiations all of it came down to the fact that Mark Ramsay had
overstepped himself. What he'd done contributed directly to the delinquency of
minors; he could lose his license to practice law. That and the two-hundred and
fifty pound defensive end in front of him, convinced him he had no choice. Mark
Ramsay would perform for the "Phi Deltas" that coming Friday night -- in drag.

What Mark Ramsay didn't know was that his wife had been summoned to the college
at his supposed behest. She arrived just in time to see her husband led out
into the middle of the floor. He was made up as a very pretty girl. A large man
wearing nothing but chains and a collar strode up behind him and made him bend
over. Janie Ramsay saw her husband fucked in the ass that day, first by the
man, and then by several women wearing dildos. She was blue with rage and
confusion and hurt. She boarded the plane for home.

******

Upon arriving at home Jane Ramsay was surprised to see her neighbors, Julia and
Millie Wells waiting for her. They were to have a long conversation.

"So, you see Jane. You can divorce your husband and be done with him and all of
his "good" side and stuff, or you can use it to your advantage."

"You say you've been doing this stuff for a long time. I mean Howard obeys
you?"

"Absolutely, and the sex is unreal after each and every time he is punished."

"It's true Mrs. Ramsay. Men need to be led and trained. If they are not, we
women are to blame. I fully intend to train my boyfriends now that I have
learned how."

"I just don't know what to do."

"The first thing you do is this. When he gets home later today, you have him go
out into the yard and retrieve two switches from the apricot tree. Then you
dress like a million dollars, take him into the den, and wear those switches
out on his butt -- his naked butt. Tell him why he is being punished, as if
there were any doubt, and tell him to expect a considerable amount of obedience
training in the future.

Mark Ramsay's day to day life was to change markedly. All of their lives would
change as a result of what came to be called the "red light" Saturday. Jane
Ramsay added a wrinkle of her own in her husband's training regimen. Mark
Ramsay ever afterward always wore his wife's soiled panties. His own underwear
were discarded.


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