Start with Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.
Author's note: I didn't mean to turn the original post into a serial. But the story just kept coming.
Kara’s fantasy: an older man, authoritative but caring, dressed in a business suit. Kara’s reality: just that.
Kara’s fantasy: he sees her naked. Sees her breasts and her bottom and her private parts. He can look all he wants to. She mustn’t cover up, no matter how exposed she feels. Kara’s reality: that, plus he even watched her undressing — being undressed — which felt like an especially intrusive intimacy.
Kara’s fantasy: he will spank her, and for a good reason. Kara’s reality: although she hadn’t been informed of the rules — for which Maddy would have to answer — there is indeed a reason: the pain of others must not be trivialized as mere entertainment.
Kara’s fantasy: he can touch her. Anywhere. On her face, on her breasts, on her most personal places, on her bottom. Kara’s reality: his hands settling her over his lap, arranging her, spreading her legs, pressing on her back, blistering her bottom. And… and… touching her there, when to her extreme embarrassment she was dripping with arousal.
Kara’s fantasy: being spanked would hurt, and would make her cry, but she would be grateful for the resulting redemption. Kara’s reality: pain as she had never known or imagined: deep, driven, throbbing pain, stinging and burning on the surface, aching below.
Kara’s fantasy: when the spanking is over, he gathers her into his arms, comforts her, assures her that she is forgiven, that she is a good girl with a clear conscience. Kara’s reality: she is merely dismissed.
Kara’s fantasy: after the hugs and gentle words, he parts her legs and rubs her pussy with his fingers — as she does to herself while imagining it — and her orgasm is the climax of her dream. Kara’s reality: he has touched her pussy only to exhibit her wetness to Maddy.
Maddy and Kara climbed the stairs together, both naked, hurting, tear-streaked, and displaying well-spanked bottoms, hot and red and sensitive. Kara bore the additional weight of embarrassment, because Maddy was sure to ask her why spanking so clearly turned her on.
So preoccupied was Kara with her ordeal that she followed Maddy without a thought. As they reached the top of the stairs, Kara snapped back to the here and now.
“Mad, I left my clothes downstairs!” Kara turned around to retreive them, but Maddy took her by the hand and led her along the corridor, ignoring Kara’s protests.
“We should check on Holly,” Maddy declared.
Kara’s embarrassment deepened. Yet another person to see her naked, and with her bottom aglow from a spanking? It was almost too much to take. But despite her misgivings she let Maddy lead on.
Maddy unceremoniously opened her sister’s bedroom door, and only then gave a pro-forma knock.
Holly, still nude, was lying on her bed — prone, of course. The discreet handprints on her bottom had dissolved into a uniform sea of deep pink. Holly glared at her sister. “Thank you so much for making it even worse, you pervert,” she said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry,” said Kara.
Holly shifted her gaze. “Not your fault. I’m sure Maddy made it sound like it would be fun.” Kara nodded.
“I’ll figure out how to deal with you later,” said Holly, returning to her sister.
Maddy picked up a hairbrush and offered it, handle first, to Holly. “Let’s just get it over with.”
Holly gingerly eased herself off her bed, trying not to put any pressure on her ass, as Maddy bent over and grabbed her ankles. Kara watched, with dismay and empathy for her best friend, as Holly delivered six hard blows to each of Maddy’s buns. The marks were crimson against skin already red.
Maddy straightened up, carefully; fresh tears marked her face. “Even?” she asked.
Holly smiled for the first time. “Sure.” She returned her hairbrush to its place. “So, I suppose you two are gonna go eat some pussy? Cuz somebody smells ready.”
Kara blushed fiercely. “Does everybody know…?”
“You’re noisy when you cum, sweetie. It doesn’t take a genius,” Holly replied.
Maddy quickly considered a notion that had come to her unbidden.
“We don’t have to go,” she said slowly. “It could be your turn to watch, Hols.”
Kara gasped. Surely… Maddy couldn’t mean…
“C’mon, Kar-Bear,” Maddy insisted. “We can do it on Holly’s bed.”
“But— But—”
Maddy kissed Kara to quiet her objections, and guided the two of them into bed. “Budge over, make room for Holly,” Maddy said. She urged Kara’s legs apart, got herself situated, and began to lap at Kara’s flooded quim.
Ignoring the pain, Holly sat on the bed. With three naked girls in the limited space, there was a great deal of incidental contact, skin rubbing skin, legs and arms tangled. Perhaps not all of it was incidental.
Holly slid a hand down to her open pussy, and began to frig herself with practiced ease. She had never seen any sex act in person; watching Maddy’s efforts and Kara’s reaction transfixed her.
Maddy, knowing from experience exactly when to do it, started tonguing Kara’s clit. Kara’s body tensed. Her hips rose from the bed, pressing her pussy into Maddy’s face. She moaned; the moan turned into a squeal, the squeal bcame a cry. She bucked against Maddy’s sucking mouth, while Maddy tried her best to keep in contact. Her reward for persistence came when Kara climaxed again, screaming even more.
Maddy backed off. Kara sank to the bed. Her breathing slowly calmed. Holly was wide eyed, amazed, and her gaze darted between Kara’s open, glistening pussy and her sister’s juicy face. Her busy fingers pressed a little harder into her own honeyed quim.
Maddy had rolled over and spread her legs. “Your turn now,” she said to Kara.
Kara sucked Maddy. The sisters sat side by side, both wide open; their shoulders and hips touched and their inner legs overlapped. Holly fingered her pussy with abandon. Kara’s busy lips and tongue coaxed loads of girl-goo from Maddy and drove her up toward her peak.
Kara lifter her head. She took in the scene: Maddy and Holly, sexy, open, wet; two intense faces, four pretty breasts, two enticing pussies, so much bare, beautiful girl. Without hesitation, she lowered her face and started feasting again on hot, slick, delicious pussy.
Not Maddy’s. Holly’s.
Startled, Holly pulled her fingers away. Kara seized the opportunity and licked her way up to Holly’s clit. If Holly had any thought of protest, it vanished at the first contact.
Now Maddy masturbated and watched, rapt, as her best friend ate her sister. She was intensely aroused: cunt flowing, nipples hard, breath ragged, muscles tense.
Kara rose from Holly’s quim and moved back toward Maddy. But instead of returning to Maddy’s pussy, Kara kissed her, deep and hard, on the mouth. It took only an instant for Maddy to realize that she was tasting Holly’s pussy-cream. The thought was appalling, and hot.
Kara broke the kiss and slipped down to suck Maddy again. When she sounded close to cumming, Kara moved back to Holly, once again starting off with a sister-flavored kiss.
Whichever girl wasn’t having her pussy licked kept the feeling going with her own fingers. Kara moved back and forth, over and over, until Holly and Maddy were both desperate and begging. She stayed with Maddy through her orgasm, then turned her eyes to Holly’s.
“I’m gonna make you cum now,” she promised. Tongue to clit, she drove Holly straight up to climax, until with a moan and shudder Holly found release.
Kara climbed up into the tangle of bodies until they were all at one level. She kissed Holly, then Maddy, then Holly again, enjoying the differences in sensation and reaction. The terrible ache in her bottom seemed inconsequential, eclipsed by her abundant pleasure.
Kara broke a long silence. “So… what else could we do?” she asked, and kissed each sister one more time.
Meanwhile…
In another part of the house, Maddy’s and Holly’s parents fucked like bunnies on amps.
“If you ever spank Kara again, I want to watch.”
“It turned her on. I could tell. She’ll find a way. Somehow. She wants it. There will be a next time.”
“Oh god oh oh I’m gonna cum again!”
“I’m with you. Close.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“I love your cunt squeezing me when you cum. So hot. So tight, Gonna make me… Ahh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh.”
“I can feel your cum. Every spurt. Feel your cock throbbing in me.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“I love you,” they said in unison, and smiled.
“It’s getting late,” said the lady of the house. “I hope the girls found something to eat.”
— Frenulum
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