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Twisted Teen Tales

Part 17

                  Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 17

                                                        Fractured Family (part 1of 10)

 

      The Grander family was one of the bright spots when it came to good students and dedicated parents. Bob and Marcy Grander were always ready and eager to jump in whenever there was a need for some parental involvement, whether or not it had any direct impact on their two children. Principal Nailer leaned heavily on them for support and always held up their offspring as shining examples of what good students ought to be. Bryce and Bernice Grander were twins and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. It was not known outside the family, but those two shared lots of things including each other's bodies when they were at home. If that wasn't odd enough, their parents were responsible for the children's sex education and they believed strongly in the hands on approach. However prior to their thirteenth birthday, the twins were limited to only witnessing their parents do each other.

 

      Bob and Marcy had been high school sweethearts, getting engaged once they were accepted at college and staying true except whenever some hot chick or stud came across their respective radars. Despite this little weakness, they managed to stay engaged and tied the knot a month after graduating from college. Of interest, Marcy was the more aggressive and dominant of the pair, but in those days there was no top or bottom since they were too busy hunting other bedmates. They were fairly certain that the twins were fathered by Bob, since Marcy was going through her lesbian phase at the time of their conception.

 

      The years went by fairly quickly and the pair continued to lead a life style that could be described as an open marriage. Naturally they were very discrete, but over the years they developed a large group of "close" friends from attending swing clubs, summer retreats at some of the most exclusive sites for those into group sex and the like, plus avidly pursuing offers published in various swingers publications from new and exciting sex partners. Marcy even went so far as to make a number of amateur sex tapes wearing a wig, contact lenses to change the color of her eyes, heavy garish makeup and her old retainer that still fit her teeth.

 

      Now in their very early forties they were still in top physical shape, and with her all-natural 37Ds, Marcy turned many a head out by the pool or when meeting new friends at the various meetings, parties and orgies they attended. Bob was over six feet tall, good looking and well muscled, but his best feature was his thick, nine and a half inch cock that got hard fast, stayed hard for as long as it took, and then quickly recuperated for the next sex partner. This was what kept Marcy interested over the years. No matter who she bedded, none combined the size, stamina and recuperative power of her loving husband.

 

      It was the summer vacation before their junior year that the twins were finally separated. An excited Bernice accompanied her mother to a special six week program on female empowerment that was to change the entire dynamic of the family. Embedded within this highly dedicated feminine group, Bernice soon adopted their customs and outlook. The fifteen year-old quickly became one of the most popular females at the retreat. Marcy was delighted to watch her daughter mature as she was taken in hand by numerous mentors who not only taught her the art of loving and being loved by a woman, but also how to enhance her power when it came to controlling members of the opposite sex, especially those of her family.

 

      Marcy was kept too busy learning ways to outwit and get her own way in competitions between her and men, even her husband, to supervise what was happening nightly with her daughter. She might have been taken aback to see what happened to Bernice during the first phase of her initiation into the mysteries of  female empowerment and dominance. She was no longer the center of attraction, the one all of her peers liked to be around. Every day and especially every night Bernice was matched against more mature and stronger women, who exuded power and dominance.

 

      Until now, the only other woman who had ever enjoyed her body was Marcy; all this changed forever. For the first week Bernice was lovingly tied down to the bed nightly that she shared with her mentor-lover. At first there was tension, insecurity, even a soupcon of fear on her part, but that soon passed. The teen quickly learned that there were tongues and there were better tongues, but no tongue was bad. Her mentors played her like a fine instrument, developing and nurturing her innate capabilities, many of which she never dreamed she possessed.

 

      She experienced how the delicate, knowing touch of a woman could create sights in her mind that could not be adequately described in language. Bernice would often arch her body against her bonds from the gentle pressure created by a slowly exhaled breath, then intensified by the hot caress of wetness generated by lips that settled down upon her pebbled skin like a  luna moth.  They knew spots on her body that made the hair on the nape of her neck stand at attention. The most wonderful thing of all was they knew how to create orgasms that made her teeth chatter so hard she feared they might crack from the pressure.

 

      In week two she found herself still restrained, but now trained by pairs of knowing lips, tongues and hot suctioning mouths that exhausted her to the point that in the early morning she needed to be dragged from her bed to face the icy cold shower and breakfast run in the surrounding forest wearing nothing but shoes, her budding breasts bouncing erotically as she worked her way through the underbrush that scratched the firm skin of her legs and thighs. Later one or more of her mentor-lovers would kiss each and every scratch until any discomfort disappeared. During that entire period she did not lay eyes on her mother, who was undergoing advanced training.

 

      Marcy was taking sexual aversion therapy; learning just how cruel the male animal could be once they had her at their mercy. She had been taken to one of the outlying buildings for this phase of her instruction. At first she was dosed with powerful sex stimulants that made every square inch of her bare body tingle with lustful feelings. However she received no relief, just more teasing. Her trainers were adept at taking her to the verge of an orgasm and leaving her there to twist in the wind and beg for that one last tiny touch that would send her over the edge. That touch never came, instead it would be a vicious blow that splintered her into a thousand pieces, each screaming for release.

 

      During the first twenty-four hours she was kept awake and alert so she could be tormented to her limits and well beyond. Marcy soon was promising to do anything for relief and so they challenged their student to match her actions to her promises. The buxom blonde kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled one sweet tasting pussy after another, while fingers crept into her sodden sex canal to stir up the salty liquid that seemed to perpetually ooze from between her shaven labia. To Marcy, her clitoris had swelled to the size of a pigeon's egg from all the stimulation it received from the disembodied lips, tongues, mouths and fingers that played with it by the hour, but never hard enough to bring her to that holiest of holies, that first orgasm.

 

      The second day was worse than the first. She was now wearing a sleep mask so as to be unprepared for whatever her teachers determined was necessary for her education. Caresses turned into pinches, cruel ones that left her big breasts bruised in many places, the nipples swollen to twice their normal size. Her vulva was finger-whipped by the hour, her trainers working in relays to keep her in a high state of anxiety and frequent pain when one of them would target her fat clit.

 

      Nettles were harvested from the fields to torment her skin as the hollow tubes injected nature's toxins into her skin and after a time even her blood stream, an agonizing process that left her exhausted from the involuntary trembling of her bare body. They even rubbed those fiendish plants across her tongue and gums, making froth bubble from her mouth, driving her closer still to a mental breakdown. Her tongue swelled to dimensions so large that they were fearful that she might choke to death due to the blockage her malformed tongue caused in her air passages.

 

      In her more lucid moments Marcy kept asking what was the purpose of all this? It would be many days before it finally settled into her mind that this was the manifestation of what man, the "superior" creation, would do to womankind, his thrall. From that point on, Marcy could and did endure the worst her sisters could produce in order to make her stronger, now that she knew she would not die. She did have to admit afterward that the final test which involved hammering specially carved stakes of polished wood into her vagina and anus, no longer her cunt and asshole, brought her to the verge of panicking until the very last stake was properly placed, forming two perfect circles that stretched her orifices to their absolute limit.

 

      Bernice did not escape physical torment, but it was generally a milder form. Unbeknownst to the teen her mother had been deprived of any orgasm during the long and painful process of  reprogramming her to understand the true balance between the sexes. However there was a new Marcy Grander, eager to put her new knowledge into practice, and what better place to start than at home. Bernice on the other hand was trained to understand the power of the orgasm and turn it to her benefit, instead of depending upon the male for inducing it. However at this stage the teenager was skewed awkwardly in the direction of the lesbian world, which was not the only truth for this reborn female of the species.

 

      At home Bob and his son lived the life of two tomcats thanks to the list of agreeable sex partners that Marcy left with her husband. More than half had daughters quite willing to bed down with his son, who was almost as well hung as his stud of a father. It turned out that Bob had also made arrangements of his own with certain ladies who worked in his office. Not forgetting his offspring, he had also hired a few female summer students based on their eagerness for fun and frolic while they worked there during the summer. Add to that the following he had developed during his first year in high school and Bryce had all the pussy he could handle for any summer, let alone one truncated into a six week period.

 

      In return for Bob's services and servicing, his sex partners were only too happy to cook and clean for him, as well as put out as much pussy and ass as he wanted. There was not a single evening when Bob nodded off without the companionship of a hot, mature woman who knew most of the tricks and was quite happy to be taught a few more, or a sweet young thing, eager to give herself up to the man with the gun, as he was known at the office and school. There were a few very special nights when he had the pleasure of a mother-daughter team working to make sure that his balls were drained dry before allowing him to fall off to sleep, usually with one of their mouths wrapped tightly around what was left of his huge cock.

 

      It was an exhausted pair who greeted Marcy and Bernice upon their arrival from what had been a mind altering experience. It did not help matters that neither male was eager to bed them. Instead Bernice and her mother left their luggage for Bob and Bryce to handle while they got into a nice warm shower and stayed there for the better part of half an hour, doing things that now came very naturally. The males gawked as the two females, naked as the day they were born, stepped from the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. Marcy announced in a firm voice that they were exhausted from the trip home and wanted nothing from the men except peace and quiet so they could get to sleep. She neglected to mention that there were a few other items on their agenda that would be handled before they drifted off to slumberland.

 

                                                         ( To be continued - rolf palsy )    


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