Come On’na My House…(And Stay Forever)

Chapter 1

The doorbell rang several times before the tall attractive woman strode to the front door and opened it.  The midmorning heat of summer rushed past her into the cool living room.  There on the porch were two ten-agers dressed in tee-shirts and jeans.  One was a good-looking dark-haired male with a slim build.  The other was a very pretty blue-eyed blondish girl, perhaps just over five feet tall.  Her smile was warm as she spoke.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, Ma’am, but Mel and I were out driving my Dad’s car and we suddenly realized we are totally lost.  Could you give us directions back to Quincy?  I don’t know where we got off, but I have no idea where we are now.”

The woman looked out at the brand new blue 1947 Hudson Hornet sitting in the driveway and smiled at the pair.

“Of course I can, Honey, but you two look like the heat is getting to you.  Why don’t you come on in and sit and cool off with some nice iced lemonade for a few minutes, while I give you directions.”

“That would be swell, Ma’am.  It must be 90 degrees out already and my Dad’s air conditioner isn’t working right.  Let me turn off the engine and I’ll be right in.”

There was a noticeable difference in the temperature in the house, as the woman led the pair into the kitchen.  As they sat at the kitchen table the woman began making the lemonade from scratch.

“My name’s Cora, by the way.  And your’s, Dear?”

“I’m sorry.  I’m Sally.  Mel and I just graduated from Quincy High in June, so we’re taking the summer off before we go off to Amherst.  I’ll sure be glad when it cools off though.  This summer has been a scorcher.”

“Well, this lemonade ought to make you feel a lot better.  There’s nothing like fresh lemons over ice to help cool you down.  Here you go.”

“Aren’t you going to have some, Cora?”

“No, Honey, I just finished a cup of coffee.  Now there’s plenty more where that came from, so drink up.  It’s a long way back to Quincy.”

They chatted for close to half an hour, each teen taking a second glass of the refreshing cool ade.  They both started to yawn, and soon their heads were sagging a bit, before both leaned over and lay their heads on the table, almost knocking their glasses over.

This was the signal for Cora to go to the phone and dial her husband’s number at the drug store.

“Sweetie, can you get away from the pharmacy for lunch.  I’ve got a wonderful surprise for you.  Hurry home!”

Twenty minutes later Cora was at the front door to greet Hank, as he pulled into the driveway.

“Whose car is that in the driveway, Honey?”

“That’s what I called you home for, Sweetie.  You know how we tried so hard to have babies for all those years, and never succeeded?  Well, now we can have our own kids without all the bother of having to raise them.  Look at those two sawing wood at the table.  I gave them some of the sedatives you brought home from the pharmacy that time. We can keep ‘em in the basement apartment that we were never able to rent out.  You’d have to board up those two windows down there, but the only exit is through the kitchen door, and we could keep it locked after we get them downstairs and the drug wears off.”

“Are you crazy?  That’s’ kidnapping!  We could go to jail for the rest of our lives!”

“Nobody would have to ever know!  We can ditch the car somewhere twenty-five miles away, and no one would ever think to look this far for them.  Oh, Sweetie, think how much fun we could have.  We can treat them like our own little kids, and still play all sorts of fun sexy games with them.  It would give both of us a source of renewed vitality in the sex department.  And if they don’t cooperated we can punish them just like they were ours.”

“Well, let me think about it while I eat lunch.”

As he sat at the table eating his sandwich, Hank kept looking at the pretty young girl, whose head still rested on the table, thinking about the fun it would be to have his own private slave to do with as he wished.  The more he thought about it, the less he thought about what the consequences might be, if they were ever caught.  Cora’s suggestions about the fun they could have with a kid each of them could have to “bring up” as they chose, was not helping Hank reason intelligently.  Finally, finished gulping down his milk, he placed his empty glass on the table with a sweep of finality.

“Okay, the first thing we have to do is get rid of the car.  Did you give them enough sedative to keep them asleep until we get back?”

“Oh yeah.  They’re good for another two or three hours.  Let’s take them down and tie them up to the bed, just to be sure.”

Each slung a teen over their shoulders and descended to the basement, where they tied their victim’s hands behind their backs and left them lying on the double bed in the efficiency apartment.  After taking the car keys from Sally’s jean pocket and locking the kitchen door to be on the safe side, Hank got a pair of gloves and started up the Hudson Hornet.  Cora followed him in their car, as he drove over thirty miles away and ditched the Hornet in a glade of trees far back from the main road.  They drove home with big smiles on their faces, pondering the fun they were going to have with their new “children”, though their cogitations were certainly anything but maternal or paternal.

Chapter 2

Sally awoke slowly from her deep sedative-induced sleep, her eyes still bleary, but she immediately realized there was a strange man sitting in a chair next to the bed.  She lifted her head slightly with great effort.

“Wha… Who are you?”

From the other side of the bed she heard Cora’s voice, almost sing-songy.

“It’s okay, Honey.  That’s just your Daddy.  He’s worried about you,  just like I am.”

It was a strain for her, but Sally was able to prop herself up on an elbow and peer more closely at the figure sitting opposite her.

“Thissss…is NOT my father!  I know my father, and..and …this is not him, damn it!”

Then Sally took a moment before she looked down at her naked body and reflexively tried unsuccessfully to cover part of her nakedness with her right arm. 

“Wait …what happened… where are my clothes?”

Moments later Cora had moved over to Sally’s side of the bed and sat at her feet.

“Well, they were all sweaty, so we put them in the wash.  Can’t have little girls running around in dirty clothes, can we?  Speaking of that, Daddy, I notice Sally has some hair on her little pussy.  I don’t know how she grew it at such a young age, but we’re gonna have to shave it off.  And look at her titties and how they’ve grown.  My goodness!  The last time we saw her naked was two or three years ago, and she didn’t have anything but perky little nipples. So big for an eleven year old girl!”

“I’m not…eleven…I’m nineteen!  Now I need my clothes so I…we…can leave!  What have you done with Mel?  Where is he?  Tell me where he is!”

“Now don’t start getting sassy with me, young lady, or your Daddy’ll take you over his knee and give you a good spanking, which I think you’ve needed for some time.  Mel is right here on the bed with you.  He seems a little sleepier than you, but he’s fine.”

With great effort Sally turned herself sufficiently to see Mel lying next to her on the bed, his naked white buttocks facing her less than two feet away.

“Wha…what have you done with us?”

“Nothing, dear.  You and your brother just suddenly got very sleepy, and you’ve both been lying here resting for three or four hours now.”

“He’s not my brother.  He’s my best friend.  What are you…trying to do…I…don’t understand.. I need to get out of here!”

Hank reached over to keep Sally from rising, more to make sure she didn’t fall than to restrain her.

“Get your hands off of me!  I don’t know you!  LET ME GO!”

“Okay, young lady, you’ve asked for it.  Now you’re gonna get it.  I won’t stand for all this sassiness on your part.  I know you’ve been sick, but you’ve gone too far now!”

With this, Hank rose and pulling Sally off of the bed, placed himself on the edge of the bed, where she’d just been lying and yanked the teen down over his lap.  His left hand extended over Sally’s back and came to rest, in the form of a fist, over her right breast.  His hold on her breast was not terribly painful, but he made his intent to hold her firmly against his body very obvious.

“Oh dear, Daddy!  I’m afraid her amnesia is even worse than we thought, and her manners have become abominable.  Spank her good and hard and see if you can get our little Sally to come to her senses.”

Which is what Hank proceeded to do.  His hand rose high in the air and swept down onto Sally’s naked behind with fervor.  He repeated the motion over fifty times and watched Sally’s buttocks turn from alabaster to a light pink, then a darker shade of pink and finally a vivid bloody red.  In the meantime, Sally, whose utterances began as little squeaks and moans turned to screams and howls.  The tears began on the delivery of the fourth blow and by the end of the spanking were streaming down her face.  Her pleas became more and more pitiful as the pain and heat began to radiate from her bottom.

The noise of the spanking and Sally’s bellowing were enough to bring Mel out of his sleep, though he was still groggy and unable to piece together what was happening.  He turned over enough to see the spanking in progress, but his mind was still foggy enough that he was unable to assimilate what was happening and turned back over and closed his eyes.

“Oh, our little boy has awakened finally.”  Cora rose and went back to the chair she had been sitting in and began smoothing Mel’s hair back on his forehead.  “Did you have a nice sleep, Honey?”

Hank grabbed Sally’s arm and stood her up in front of him as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

“Now, I hope this will straighten you out for a bit.  I’m sick and tired of these denials and your sassiness.  You had better straighten up, or your butt is going to get a lot sorer than it is right now.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”  Hank grabbed Sally’s arm and shook her.

“YYYYEEEESSSS SIR!”

“I hope so, because the next outburst from you means the hairbrush.”  He shook her again.  “DO YOU HEAR ME, YOUNG LADY?”

“YESSSS SSSSIRRR!”

“All right!  Sit down and shut up!”  Sally timidly and very gingerly sat herself next to her nemesis on the bed, closed her eyes and continued to cry.  Hank, in the meantime, had a wonderful view of Sally’s somewhat bountiful breasts, whose light brown nipples stood out like erect crinkly soldiers, just waiting to be devoured by a nice wet mouth.

“Oh Daddy, it’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen our little boy naked, too.  His little peter has grown a lot.  Let me take a look at it, baby boy.  My goodness, it certainly is a big one for a ten year old boy.  Have you been playing with it, Honey?  It’s so soft and wrinkly.  No, wait, it’s getting bigger.  Do you like it when I hold it and pet it like this, Son?  Oh my, it’s a lot bigger than it was a couple of years ago, Daddy.”

“Could we get our clothes back now, please,…..Daddy?,” Sally asked fearfully.

“You’ll get them back when I think you’ve changed your attitude sufficiently and not before!  No more of this denying your age, and that you’re ours.  Understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, it’s my opinion that we need to get this extraneous hair off of these kid’s pubic areas, Cora.  They’re far too young to be covering their privates with such stuff.  Let’s go in the bathroom and I’ll get a razor and shaving cream, and we’ll get rid of all this stuff now.  Let me work on Sally and then you can do the same on Mel.”

Fifteen minutes later a very embarrassed Sally emerged from the bathroom sans pussy hair, trying to cover her bare slit with one hand, until Hank’s gruff voice warned her to remove her hand immediately.  When she did, her pussy was as bare as any pre-pubescent’s.

“Now, we must keep your little vagina free of that ugly hair until you get to the age where it’s acceptable for girls to have it growing.  Now it’s your turn, Mel, Honey.  Come on and Mommy will help you get rid of all that excess foliage.”

Mel, who had still not uttered a word since he’d awakened, sheepishly followed Cora into the bathroom, though Hank noticed he was sporting a semi-erect boner, obviously from Cora’s ministrations while he and Sally were ridding her of her pubic hair growth.  Cora was much more careful in her hair removal, apparently, because she took over twenty minutes performing her operation, and when they entered from the bathroom, Mel’s prick was standing at full attention.  His embarrassment was no less than Sally’s had been, however, and the only reason he wasn’t trying to cover his pride and joy was due to Cora’s order for him to keep his hands behind his back.

Mel was ordered to stand next to the bed and Sally was instructed to stand opposite him facing him.  When they were in position, they both closed their eyes to avoid staring at each other’s nakedness, until Cora ordered them to look at each other.  When they both opened their eyes and, red-faced, were taking in the vista of each other’s nudity, Cora complimented them on their respective attractiveness.

“Daddy, I think we have two lovely children.  I don’t know how she did it at the age of eleven, but our little Sally has such pretty breasts, and I’m actually jealous of her nice big nipples.  And Mel!  If he can sport a penis that size at ten, can you imagine how long it’s going to be when he’s a teen-ager.  The girls will be clamoring to have him take their virginity!”

“Yes, Dear, they are developing into two fine specimens.  But now I think we should talk about baths for both of them.  That early morning heat really got them sweating before they fell asleep.  Do you kids want to take a bath together like you used to when you were younger?”

Both Sally and Mel looked in alarm at Hank, shaking their heads to signal their dislike for the idea.

“Oh, I think that’s a wonderful idea, Honey.  We can save water and cut down on bath-time at the same time.  Come on kids.  I’ll get the water going.”

“No, please,…Mommy, can’t we take separate baths.”

“Nonsense, silly girl!  It’ll be fun.  I’ll tell you what.  We’ll even let you bathe each other.  How about that?”

In moments, Cora had the water taps going full speed, and Hank was shooing the reticent couple in to await their further embarrassment.   When the tub was half filled with water Cora turned off the spigots, took Mel’s arm and helped him into the tub.  Then it was Sally’s turn, and soon they were both standing facing each other in self-conscious silence.  Hank handed them each a washcloth.  The pair continued staring at each other’s nakedness, neither making a move.

“Well, you aren’t going to get clean like that, ninnies! Sit down in the water.  Mel, you wash Sally first, and you better get everything good and clean or Mama’s gonna have to spank your little behind hard.” 

Cora and Hank watched with delight as Mel tentatively soaped up the washcloth and began gently washing Sally’s face, eventually moving it down to her neck and her shoulders, before taking first one arm, then the other and soaping them up.  He rinsed what he had soaped up so far and suggested Sally turn her back to him so he could wash that area.  There was an embarrassing moment while Sally tried to remove her feet from under Mel’s legs without touching his semi-hard erection, but she was eventually able to untangle her legs with only a slight touch to his genitals. 

When he had finished with her back he suggested Sally kneel.  When she did, Mel, once again red-faced as an Indian, began soaping up Sally’s still spanking-reddened buttocks.  He quickly rinsed both cheeks off and told her to turn back around.

“No, No, Honey.  You forgot the crack between her butt.  Gotta get that clean.  Why don’t you use your hand and rub the soap directly in there, Sweetie.”

With trembling fingers Mel ran the soap up and down between Sally’s butt cheeks.  He was about to use the cloth to rinse the area, but Cora suggested he could probably get it cleaner using his hand.  Mel looked for a moment as though he was going to refuse, but a stern look from Cora intimidated him into scooping up water, splashing it between the crack and then passing his fingers between.  Cora then suggested Sally turn back to Mel so he could finish with her front.  As she turned, it was obvious that Mel’s attentions had embarrassed Sally terrifically, as her face was a bright red, and her head hung down in shame. When she was in position, Cora again suggested the use of hands and soap on Sally’s chest, because ‘girl’s breasts are so sensitive, the washcloth might be too rough on them.’ 

A mortified Mel self-consciously applied the soap by hand to Sally’s breasts, per Cora’s instruction.  Then Sally was ordered to stand and spread her legs as wide as possible.  Mel spent as much time as he could soaping and rinsing the lower part of Sally’s legs, before he received the order to move further up.

Eventually, there was nothing left to wash except Sally’s crotch, and ‘because of sensitivity’ Mel was again ordered to use his hand.  Cora delighted in having Mel run his hand back and forth through Sally’s slit over and over, until Cora could see that Sally had closed her eyes and was beginning to move her hips forward to meet Mel’s intruding hand.  When Sally began to moan slightly, Cora told Mel to finish up and rinse her vagina off.  The slightly frustrated teen was then ordered to sit back down and begin washing ‘her brother’. Mel’s bathing went smoothly and quickly until Sally finally had to concentrate on his cock and balls.  Again, it was explained that, because this was such a sensitive area on a male, extra time and effort had to be used to get the area clean.  Cora had Sally ministering to Mel’s penis and scrotum for over five minutes.  By the time she was told to rinse the area, Mel’s penis was rampant, and, even in his extreme embarrassment, he was trying to thrust it further into her soapy palm.

To conclude the discomfort of both teens, Cora had each one dry off the other, after they’d stepped out of the tub, paying particular attention to their privates.

“Now, you two must be hungry.  You haven’t eaten for ages.  We’ll go up and fix you each a nice sandwich. You just make yourself comfortable.”

When they had gotten upstairs, after locking the door, while Cora was fixing the sandwiches, Hank began to mix more sedative into their glasses of milk.

“I think I’m just going to add about a quarter of the first dose you gave them.  That should keep them dopey without all the sleeping they just went through.  It’ll keep them docile, while we play our games with them.”

Downstairs, Sally was trying to cook up a way for the two of them to escape.  Neither of them had much of a plan worked out by the time Cora and Hank returned with their meal.  They gobbled down the sandwiches, but both were reticent to drink the milk, until Cora gave them the order.

“Mercy me, kids. You have to drink your milk so you can grow up to be big and strong.” 

Having no choice, they both downed their drinks, and within ten minutes they resembled zombies, barely able to keep their eyes open.

Chapter 3

“Now, I know how you two kids love to run around the house naked, and I have no problem with that.  It’s good for you both to see how differently you two are made, physically.  As a matter of fact, I think it’s good that you not only see how different you are, but I think it’s time maybe you find out the difference by touching each other in your ‘secret’ spots.  Don’t you think so, Daddy?”

“Sure! There’s nothing like good old hands-on training, just like in the Army.”

As drugged as they were, Mel and Sally were shocked to hear Hank’s pronouncement, and they both looked at each other in stunned silence.

“Sally, sweetie, you sit next to Mel on the bed and put his hand on your nice titty.”

Both teens sat on the bed, but Sally couldn’t bring herself to follow the latter part of Cora’s instruction.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me, Precious.  I said put his hand on your titty! You don’t want another spankee, do you?”

Closing her eyes tightly, Sally reached for Mel’s hand and pulled it up to her breast.  Mel, whose face was also reddening, gently placed his hand over her swollen mammary, trying very hard not to move it.  He could feel Sally’s now taut nipple boring into his palm.

“I think you could learn a little more about the difference in your anatomy, Mel, Honey, if you massaged her boobie a little. That’s it, Honey. Massage it a bit.  See how smooth and soft it is?”

Sally, for her part, was trying very hard to accept this ’indignity’ without reacting, but after a minute or so of Mel’s hand rubbing against her turgid puffy nipple, she began to feel a tingling racing down to the core of her femininity, and, shortly after that, in spite of herself, they could all hear a gentle moan emanating from her throat.

“Now, I know little boys and girls sometimes play ‘house’ and ‘doctor and patient’, and I suspect you two have looked at each other’s bodies and maybe played with each other’s thingies on occasion…”

Mel and Sally’s eyes flew open in amazement at Cora’s statement, since neither of them had ever had a sexual interest in the other from the time they had met.  Their relationship had been purely platonic, which made what they were doing seem that much more bizarre.

“…But I think it’s important that you get a chance to see and feel each other without feeling shamed or embarrassed.  Now, when you’re a little older, Mel, Honey, what you’re doing to Sally now will be one of the first things you try to do with a girl, after you’ve gotten big sloppy French kissing out of the way. And I’m sure the boys will be trying to grab your boobies, Sally, and once you’ve let them do that, they’ll want to kiss and suck on those nice big nipples of yours.  That’s just what boys and girls do, you know.”

Sally, who had lost her virginity tree years earlier to a boy she thought she loved, knew all about the male/female sexual courting procedures. She began to gasp slightly, as Mel’s hand continued its manipulations of her breast.          

Mel, on the other hand, had always been shy with girls, so he was finding the whole experience new and exciting, and even though he was terrifically embarrassed at having to do this with his best friend, his maleness got the better of him and his penis grew to its full length.

“Maybe you’d like to see what it feels like to suck on your sister’s big nipple, Son.  That’s something that most boys dream of doing when they get to be your age. Go ahead, suck on that titty a little bit!”

Sally’s reaction, best friend or not, was to try to pull herself away from Mel’s hand and stand up.  This had gone far enough!

“Do you want another spanking, girl? You sit back down on that bed!  Here, we’re trying to give you a head-start on what to expect when you start dating, and all you do is fight us.  Now, SIT DOWN!”

Sally hung her head in defeat and lowered herself to the bed.  There were a few moments of silence before Hank spoke.

“Go on, Son!  Lay those lips on your sister’s nipple and see how much fun it is.  Damn, I’m getting’ a hard-on, just watching.”

Mel lowered his face to Sally’s breast reluctantly, but with great anticipation at the same time, and hesitantly stuck his tongue out to run it over the hardened protuberance.  In spite of her apathy for what was being ordered, she felt her stiff puffy nipple expand even more, and a chill ran down her back at the feel of Mel’s wet touches.  Soon Sally’s libido had reached the point that she had forgotten everything except the electric feeling that was coursing down to her rapidly moistening vagina. Her hands came up to gently pull Mel’s head closer to her breast.  Cora, noticing the effect Mel’s mouth was having, called a halt to his actions.

“Okay, let’s move along, so Mel can find out what girls like to do, when they get the chance. That’s enough, Mel, honey!  Sally, let go of his head this INSTANT!”

Sally reluctantly let go of Mel’s head, and he, equally reluctantly, pulled back.

“Now then, Sally, as you can see, you have gotten Mel very excited.  I think it’s time for you to look and see first-hand how a boy reacts, when a girl gets him all jittery.  Put your hand around his pee-pee and move your hand back and forth.”

Sally looked in amazement, first at Cora, whose glare back at her prompted her to move her gaze to Mel’s rock-hard prick.  Cora then encouraged her more forcefully with an expletive.

“Shit, girl!  I think you’re just asking for another beating!  You better start doing what I tell you, or your ass is gonna be sore for a week!”

Quickly Sally brought her hand down to Mel’s hardness and began moving her hand very slowly back and forth.  After a few moments, Mel, who had never felt anyone’s hand on his penis but his own, gave out a low moan and closed his eyes.

“I think it would be more instructive for little Sally to get down on her knees right up next to Mel’s penis, Cora.  That way she can get a good look at it, while she’s wanking…uh…feeling his penis’s reaction.”

“Good idea, Hon.  Sally, get down between Mel’s legs and get your head up close so you can see the effect you’re having on your brother.”

Once again Sally looked at Cora in astonishment, but Cora’s cold stare prompted her to sink down to her knees and move between Mel’s knees, but sitting back on her haunches.  She grabbed Mel’s penis hesitantly, before beginning once more to move her hand slowly back and forth.

“Get your face up good and close, Sally, honey, so you can get a clear picture of what you’re doing.  And move your hand back and forth a little faster.  FASTER!”

Sally’s face was now less than a foot from the head of Mel’s raging hard-on as her hand moved rapidly over his rigidness.  Cora and Hank had failed to consider the effect Sally’s hand was having on a young man whose total sexual experience had always been self-generated, or perhaps they had!  Suddenly his white seed was shooting out of his penis in huge globs, and Sally’s face was directly in its path. First her forehead, then her left eye, then her half-opened mouth received a large deposit of the white stuff, which immediately began to slide down her face in gooey rivulets.

Mel’s eyes opened wide as he watched his essence slide down Sally’s face, and he became very apologetic.

Cora rose and crossed to Sally with a couple of tissues, but, before she began to dab at Sally’s face, she took a glob of sperm on her fingers and thrust it into Sally’s mouth.

“Before I wipe your face, Sweetie, you need to taste your brother’s stuff.  You’ll probably be swallowing a bunch more of it from now on, so get a good idea of what it tastes like. Don’t you dare spit it out, Girl!”

It was everything Sally could do, not to vomit what was in her mouth, as well as her stomach, but she knew the consequences would be painful, so, with gritted teeth, she finally managed to swallow the mass of white slime.  She found the taste was not terrible, a little salty perhaps, but bearable.

“Good girl!  See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?  WAS IT?”

“No ma’am,” came the faint reply.

Cora got most of the excretions rubbed off of Sally’s face, before suggesting that Sally sit with legs spread wide, so that Mel could see how females get pleasure.  A quick glance between the participants, and a look at Cora’s stern face convinced them to trade places.

Sally sat down on the bed and reticently spread her legs a bit, until Hank ordered her to spread them as wide as she could and move her bottom close to the edge of the bed.  As soon as she had stretched them as far apart as she could get them and slid forward, face reddening in deep humiliation, Mel slipped between them and was face to face with Sally’s thick naked nether lips, spread wide apart so that her inner lips were in full array. At Cora’s instruction to Mel to delve with his fingers, he tentatively extended his hand between the outer lips and began to explore, the perfect definition for what he was doing, because, other than what he had read in a sex manual, he had never seen or dreamt what it would be like to feel a girl’s pussy. His hand slipped back and forth, his eyes fascinated to see all the wonders of a girl’s vagina available to be handled.  As embarrassed as he was, the opportunity to touch and see the workings of a girl’s sex firsthand, even that of his best friend, God forbid, gave him such a feeling of  wonderment, he was almost ecstatic.

Mel’s finger slid back until he felt the crinkliness of her puckered anus.  He started to insert his finger, before deciding there were other areas he’d rather explore.  His finger moved back to Sally’s vaginal hole.  He hesitated to delve, until he received an order from Cora to stick his finger in as far as he could.

“You won’t be able to get it very far in before you’ll hit her hymen, Honey.”

Sally grimaced, knowing that there was no such barrier there.  Mel’s finger went deeper and deeper, until it was sunk all the way in.  He looked at Sally, then at Cora.

“Okay, what’s the story, Sally, sweetie?”

“I….I…lost it…a couple of years ago.”

“Why you slut!  You couldn’t have been over eight, then.  Well, you’re certainly going to be punished for that!  Go ahead and finish your exam, Mel honey, and then we’ll take care of Miss Slut-cunt!”

Mel slid his finger out of Sally’s moistening hole, and moved it forward, touching her opalescent little clitoris.  He began to remove his hand before Cora instructed him to manipulate her clit.

“Let’s see how long it takes the hussy to come.  Shouldn’t be long, I would guess.”

Mel began rubbing his finger back and forth over Sally’s growing protuberance.  It was obvious it was having its effect, as Sally began to, first, moan a bit, then the moans became carnal sighs.  Suddenly her body went rigid, she began gasping and her lower body began humping against Mel’s massaging finger.  Sally finally screamed and her torso lifted up off the bed, before finally sinking slowly back to the mattress.

“Look at the whore, Hank.  It didn’t take her two minutes to come.  You’re a bad, bad girl, Sally!  She needs to be taught a lesson, Hank! Go get that thin belt of yours from your closet.  It’s time to teach Little Miss Scumbag a lesson. ”

Hank was back in an instant, thin black belt trailing behind him.  Sally was instructed to lie on her back on the floor.  She looked warily at Cora, before sliding down off the bed and lying, as ordered, on the carpet. An instant later Cora was sitting on Sally’s chest with her back to Sally’s face and pulling her legs back and forcing them apart at the same time.  Cora’s strength allowed her to open the teen’s vulva to its most obscene position.  In the meantime, poor Sally was just struggling to get air in her lungs, as Cora’s weight on her chest was gradually suffocating her.

“Okay, Daddy, let her have it with that belt right where it hurts the most.  We’ll teach her that pubescent little girls don’t go around offering their hymens to bad boys. HIT HER!”

In answer, Hank brought his belt down between the spread legs, hitting Sally directly between her plump outer labia. Sally’s scream was somewhat diminished, because of the lack of air in her lungs.  Moments later she felt the belt slash her right labium, and, again, could barely utter more than a squeak, because of the diminishing air supply.  Her legs, in response to the blow, reflexively began to waver, and, in order to better control them, Cora slid down onto Sally’s stomach.

Sally took in a huge lungful of air as the stricture abated.  Now her stomach was feeling compressed, but at least she could breathe again.  She had little time to enjoy the favor, however, as Hank’s belt came sailing down to land directly on her open vagina, striking her open clit head-on in the process.  Sally’s scream could have been heard two blocks away if there had been any neighbors that close to hear. Tears were rolling down her face in a steady stream, as her legs continued unsuccessfully, to try to close themselves to thwart the vicious attack on her vulva.

Another blow to the very center of her sexuality brought a slightly less audible scream, as Sally’s strength began to wane. The area between her legs was beginning to turn bright red and the lips were beginning to puff up.

Splat! Splat!  Two more smacks to her nether region, one hitting her clit directly, and two more squeals of painful anguish. By the time Hank had hit the area between her legs a dozen times, poor Sally was beyond screaming, emitting pitiful little squeaks and moans.  After the fifteenth, Cora let go of Sally’s legs and gave Hank the sign to desist.  She rose from Sally’s stomach and together she and Hank carried Sally to the double bed.

They laid her on her stomach on the bed, and Cora applied some aloe ointment to the area between the weeping girl’s legs.  For the most part, Sally spent the rest of the day painfully alternating between stinging consciousness and fitful sleep.  That evening Mel came over to go to bed.

He sat on the side of the bed next to Sally, and, when she drowsily lifted her head to look at him, he offered to sleep on the floor, if it meant Sally could sleep more soundly.  She gave him a half-smile and said she would like it much better if he would just get in bed on the other side and she would turn over, so they could hug themselves to sleep.  She needed somebody to let her know they still loved her. And that’s how they spent the rest of the night, in a fond embrace.