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A Date with Judy - Chapter 2
That first date with the teen tramp Judy
stuck in my craw for the longest time. Here I was a successful teacher and yet
unable to get a simple thing like a chastity belt removed from my date. Her
ignorant father had outsmarted me, a college graduate, and left me with the
proverbial egg on my face. I could take it no longer and vowed revenge. Not
only would I have my way with his ignorant, uncouth offspring, I'd double the
damage to his pride by also doing something suitable to his slovenly wife,
Carol. All that remained was to come up with a suitable plan and execute it.
I did a survey of locksmiths to find out
everything I could about chastity belts. Most of them laughed at me and said I
was crazy for even wanting to know about such things. I persisted and finally
came across an old timer who was a fountain of knowledge on the subject. I did
my best to describe the one Judy wore and his eyes lit up.
"That sounds like a Blusterbuster
MB042, made back in the dark ages of WW II to keep the frauleins from running
amok while their husbands and boyfriends were fighting the Russians and anyone
else the Fuhrer told them to have a go at. I haven't seen one of those in
thirty years. They were the best design ever put into production and the
materials of construction were well beyond the state of the art. They had only
one tiny flaw and it didn't show up until late in the war and by then nobody
cared, they were too busy fighting off the Russians and the Americans."
It was now negotiating time, and when I
hinted that he might be able to see one on a real live teenager, his eyes got
big, real big. Going one step further, I offered him as a minimum the
opportunity to enjoy a first class blowjob from the little darling in exchange
for his considered opinion concerning how to open the sex snare that had
frustrated myself and many others before me. He raised the ante, telling me
that if he was able to free the girl from her chastity belt, she in turn must
offer up her pussy for some serious drilling and filling. That was asking a
lot, but I was desperate so I lied and said it could be arranged, crossing my
fingers that Judy would go for the deal.
To say that Judy's parents were
flabbergasted that I would ask their daughter out on a second date was an
understatement. The old man cocked his head and gave me a quizzical look like I
had lost my mind. His wife just beamed with pride that her daughter had shown
some signs of being able to appeal to a better grade of date than normal,
despite the fiasco that our first date had become. As for the tramp herself,
she was just glad to get out of the house.
When I informed her that we'd be going out
to dinner first before taking in a private sex show for which I had tickets, I
thought she was going to wet her thong. It was probably the same one I'd been
staring at for the last week as she deliberately sat in a place where I had a
clear look up under her miniskirt, as she grinned and chomped noisily on her
wad of gum. To me it was as if that chastity belt she wore over the thong was
mocking me and all males. Well, that was about to change, at least I hoped so.
The big night was Friday, and when I went
to pick up my date, her parents were waiting for me with big smiles on their
faces. They were getting ready to take off for a swingers weekend a good three
hours drive from here and they weren't coming back until late Sunday evening.
Dear old dad rubbed it in by announcing in mournful tones that Judy, the fruit
of someone else's loins, would be wearing her chastity belt, not so much to
spite me, but to protect her from other predators who would be circling like
sharks once they got wind that he and his wife were away for the weekend.
I could see by the sneaky smirk on his liar's
face that he enjoyed sticking it to me. I did my best to act shocked and
dismayed over this turn of events. His dim bulb of a wife then chimed in by
adding that Judy would be wearing her new thong and pushup bra in honor of the
big occasion of her second date with me. That actually brought a sigh of relief
from me, since that would reduce the stench that hung around her like some
miasma, even though I knew her idea of personal hygiene was to use cheap
perfume in lieu of a shower before going out on a date.
Judy came prancing down the stairs in her
red mini-mini that almost showed her chastity belt on every step she took.
Beneath her peppermint stick-colored, tight tube top her big tits were jiggling
and bouncing from side to side, demonstrating that her pushup bra was no match
for those heavy melons. She carried her big, white, plastic purse, the kind the
whores used, and completed her ensemble with a pair of white fuck-me pumps and
frilly color-matched anklets. I probably could have made a couple of hundred
bucks pimping her tonight, but I had bigger fish to fry.
To demonstrate how excited she was about
this evening's date, she gave me a handjob as I drove us over to Mo's Diner,
the place where the hos come to eat and greet. I'll give Judy credit for being
fastidious when it came to getting rid of the evidence. She gobbled up every
drop of cum my churning nuts provided, smacked her lips and pronounced it full
flavored and very chewy, the sign of a healthy stud.
I graciously accepted her outstanding
review and twisted one of her nipples as my way of saying I was real happy with
what she said. She simpered in return and promised even better things once we
were alone. I muttered beneath my breath at what she could possibly give me
that would make up for the lack of pussy, thanks to that devilish chastity belt
she wore. For a fleeting second I thought that maybe she had a way to get the
damned thing off, but realized I was just kidding myself.
We got seated in a booth by the door, a
great spot to see and be seen. Judy caught the attention of both customers and
the working girls, many of them just going on shift after eating at Mo's. My
date demolished a double burger with all the trimmings and a malted, once more
demonstrating that below the shallowness and lack of social skills she was just
a growing girl who wanted to be loved for being herself. I made some small talk
while she was inhaling her food and discovered that her mother was only
thirty-three and had gotten knocked up by her boyfriend just before she turned
seventeen. For some reason she decided to keep the baby and as luck would have it, Sam, her current husband, took
a liking to her and they got hitched.
Without so much as a deep breath, Judy
launched into the story of her chastity belt. It seems she started filling out
when she was twleve and by the time she had her thirteenth birthday she was
filling up a bra pretty well and had developed some curves that most girls
didn't show until they were two or three years older. This fact was not lost on
her parents, especially Sam. He decided that it was Judy's turn to be thankful
for his loving support of her and her mother. Judy thought it was pretty neat
to have an older guy doing her instead of those little trolls she went to school
with.
For the next year and a half Sam pounded
her tight pussy almost every day, usually before dinner, to work up an appetite
was his claim. Her mom hardly noticed since by then Sam wasn't doing much with
her in bed anyway, which was fine with Carol since Sam was rather well hung and
could get carried away at times. Things took a turn for the worse when he
decided to try anal sex thanks to some porno tapes a friend lent him. His wife
did not take kindly towards his efforts and so Judy took up a new level of
responsibility, handling his desire for anal sex with all the trimmings.
For some odd reason her mother got turned
on by watching Sam nail Judy's super tight asshole while she screamed into a
pillow. Soon she was back in the mix, making sure her husband was good and hard
before he sodomized her daughter, and often getting sloppy seconds since as
good as anal sex was, he still couldn't last more than a minute or two, no
matter what he tried. Judy secretly hoped that he never would discover the secret
to prolonging that painful process. Life with the family seemed to settle into a groove or a rut depending
upon your view of things. Then it happened.
It seems that Judy got involved with an
older group of guys, and one thing led to another and ultimately to her pussy
which was used and abused big time for the better part of a month before Sam
caught on to what was happening to his little girl. This led to a major league
shellacking that left her battered, bruised and in the family doghouse. Later there
was a sitdown with the school principal concerning their daughter's behavior in
class, which resulted in another serious going over that added to the collection of bruises and bumps
she was carrying around on her curvy body. This also led to a renewed interest
on the part of Sam to getting better at cornholing his little charge, which is
the way he referred to Judy.
There were a few more incidents and a
suspension thrown in for good measure. Judy spent most of it stark naked and
strapped down to her bed with a pillow under her butt so Sam had access to
either hole. Worse still Carol developed an urge to become involved in her
discipline. Hardly a day went by when she didn't decorate Judy's bare body with
a few new welts or bruises, mostly from her trusty leather strap. When it was
buckle first, Judy wished she had never started fooling around with the low
lifes she let have her body. If it were not for the chastity belt, Judy might
have become a prostitute or an inmate at the juvenile detention center, as
tough a place as there was for a teenager to survive.
One day she absorbed a ferocious whipping
from her thoroughly irritated mother who warned her that any more trouble and
she'd have her committed to a home for wayward girls. Judy was on the verge of
running away when Sam arrived, bearing a gift for her, the chastity belt. At
first Judy thought he was kidding, but once he put her into the cage of metal
and locked it tight to her body, she realized he was very serious.
She figured that getting out of it would
be a simple matter of getting one of her former playmates to find a locksmith
willing to trade his skills for some of her pussy. That was easily
accomplished, but the man failed to get it open. A week or so later another
locksmith tried and failed as well. Now Judy realized she had better
accommodate herself to this new situation. The only man who could open the belt
was Sam, and therefore he was the only man with access to her pussy and
asshole. That was the way things were ever since. Right now her plan was to
wait until she was eighteen and then demand he take it off or she'd turn him
over to the cops for keeping her imprisoned.
I reached across the table and patted her
arm. Then with my biggest smile I held out the possibility that I knew a man
who could get her out of this cage. She smirked, having heard that line a
thousand times prior. I persisted and even explained some of the history of the
belt that was holding her tight pussy captive. I wasn't giving away the store
by any means, but setting her up for our meeting later on tonight with my
locksmith. However first we had a private sex show to attend, one I promised
would really be something she'd never seen. Once again I got that smirk that
only increased my desire to have this tramp under my thumb.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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