Chapter 2
The chauffeur driven limousine stopped in front of the house and Karen's parents emerged looking somewhat annoyed and exhausted. The new chauffeur closed the door behind them and then got back behind the wheel to drive the car back to the garage. Karen and Linda didn't hear them enter and weren't even aware that they had returned home until Karen's mother called out to her while climbing the stairs to her bedroom.
Both girls were fully dressed now and composed from their mutual sexual experience. After they had come, Karen washed off the brush handle for the second time, and they arranged their clothes to normal, turned on the record player and smoked another joint. They were very stoned from the second joint and had smoked it mainly to hide their somewhat embarrassed feelings about what they had done.
Neither girl felt ashamed or was sorry for what had happened, but they didn't know what to say to each other about it afterwards. So, smoking the joint seemed to be an easy alternative, and they decided to say nothing. They felt closer to each other though, after what happened.
When they heard Karen's mother's voice they froze. Karen had expected them to be gone for hours more and was immediately afraid that her mother would suspect something was wrong because she felt so stoned. As her mother entered her bedroom Karen looked at Linda with an urgent glance, "Karen," said her mother immediately upon entering, "will you please turn down that music! Your father and I have had a terrible time already and we want some peace and quiet."
"But I thought you would be gone all day," Karen said, almost as an apology for having the music on, which she immediately turned off upon her mother's demand. "So did we," her mother explained as her face began to screw up in a peculiar expression as she sniffed the air.
"Your father was supposed to be the guest speaker at a luncheon, but it was cancelled at the last minute. The guest of honor had a heart attack this morning and is in the hospital. It's been a great inconvenience to both your father and I."
As she continued to speak she sniffed at the air more and more frequently. Karen felt a fear come over her that her mother could smell the pot.
At that instant her father also entered the room looking aggravated and red in the face. He looked at Linda, who was trying to keep her eyes averted from them and then to Karen.
"Who gave you permission to have a guest over, young lady?"
"No one daddy," she said helplessly, "but I thought it would be all right."
"Well it's not all right, little miss!"
Karen's mother interrupted him by saying, "Do you smell something funny in this room, dear? like smoke?"
"Yes," he said, "I smelled it as soon as I came into the room."
And then the both of them, at the same instant, as if someone invisible had whispered to them said to each other, "They've been smoking pot!"
"No? daddy!" cried Karen, "it's not true!"
But she knew that she had been discovered. The smell in the room and her swollen, reddened eyes were dead give-aways as to what they had been doing.
Karen's father, spurred on by the errant events of the day, became enraged.
"You are going to be punished for this!" he bellowed, his chest heaving heavily. "You are not going to be allowed to behave this way."
"I can't believe it!" exclaimed her mother. "She's using drugs!"
"Well, we'll soon fix that!" he said with a threatening tone. He turned to Linda, who was as stoned as Karen and said to her, "Get out of this house young lady and don't ever come back. I don't want Karen associating with girls like you! And I'm going to make sure your parents and the police know that you use drugs!"
Karen started to cry slowly now, more for her friend Linda's feelings, than for herself. She thought of how only a short time ago they had laughed together and felt close. And she especially thought of how she had watched
Linda finger fuck herself. She was suddenly afraid that somehow her parents would find out about that and she started to cry a little harder out of fear.
Without saying anything, Linda got up and apprehensively crossed the room and went out the door.
"You go down and make sure that little brat leaves this house," he ordered Karen's mother, "and I'm going to stay here and teach our little law-breaker a.lesson."
Before obeying her husband's command, Karen's mother turned to her with a vengeful look upon her face and said, "How dare you behave like this? How could you ever do this to us?"
Then to her husband she said "I want her spanked. I want her punished so she'll never do anything like this again."
As she closed the door behind her, with an icy stare towards her daughter, Karen knew that she was about to be hurt and the tears began to stream down her face. Her father stood over her like an angry mountain and glared at her.
"This is one afternoon you're not going to forget for some time," he told her. Grabbing her by the ear, he walked his crying daughter over to the bed and he sat down on it.
"Now, take off that skirt young lady and get over my knee."
Karen felt a flush of fear and humiliation at the same time, but she knew better than to resist. Quickly, letting out audible sobs now, she unfastened her skirt and laid it on the bed next to her seething father. Through her tears she looked down at the knees she was going to lay across to receive her punishment. Ever since she was a little girl, her father had" spanked her over his knee and she had always been afraid of it. Even now, when she was almost a grown woman, she still had to suffer her father's terrible will.
"Now! Do you hear?"
Without further hesitation, Karen bent herself over his knees, feeling the sensation of hanging there like a side of meat. Helpless with hands and feet dangling down.
"Now this in only the beginning," her father said as his palm smacked down on Karen's bare behind. "From here on out, you're grounded!"
Again his hand came down on Karen's behind, only this time harder. She let out a cry when he hit her a third time and began sobbing that she was sorry and that she would be good in the future.
"We're going to make sure of that!" he assured her as he continued to spank her, knowing he was beginning to give her a good punishment because his own palm was beginning to sting from the force of the whacks he was giving her.
"Your mother and I are going to make sure you behave in the future."
With his temper at the boiling point, Karen's father smacked her again, but again his palm stung from the impact. Almost on impulse to keep from hurting his hand any longer, he reached over and grabbed the hair brush that was on the night table. It was the same one Karen had fucked both herself and Linda with, but she didn't think of it then. She was too consumed with the stinging pain ot her buttocks and the renewed fear she felt when her father yanked down her panties exposing her bare ass and began whacking it with the hair brush.
As Linda left the front gate she could hear her friend crying from her bedroom window and she felt bad for her. But there was nothing she could do. The girl had weird parents. That's all there was to it.
Two weeks passed, and Linda wanted to call her friend and find out how she was doing, but she was afraid to. She was now plenty scared of Karen's parents and didn't want to cause any trouble. Karen's father had kept his promise and had called her parents to tell them about the pot smoking incident and said he had also told the police, but Linda didn't know if that was true, although she didn't doubt it. Her parents had grounded her for a week because of it, but she knew it was nothing compared to what probably happened to Karen.
On the way out of the driveway that afternoon she had heard Karen being spanked and she wished there was something she could do for her, but she knew there wasn't. Even though her own parents had grounded her for a week and yelled she was thankful they were nothing like Karen's parents. They wouldn't hit her for smoking pot.
That afternoon while they were listening to records before Karen's parents came home unexpectedly they had talked about school starting in only two more weeks and they hoped that they would be in some of the same classes. They always had fun together whenever Karen could get out, or she could sneak over, and they wanted to continue their friendship. Especially after what had happened between them on the bed. The memory of Karen shoving that brush handle in her cunt made Linda shudder whenever she thought about it. She didn't think anything bad of it, because she knew what a lesbian was and she knew she wasn't like that. Linda liked boys very much. She loved cock and loved to get fucked and she was hoping that Karen and she could fuck boys together during the school year when they went out on double dates.
But that experience with Karen was the first she'd ever had like that with a girl. She had made herself come lots of times and boys had made her come lots of times, but never before had another girl made her come. Almost every night before she went to sleep since that day, Linda had fingerfucked herself thinking about how it felt to have Karen watching her and fucking her with a brush handle On the first day of school Linda looked for Karen everywhere, but she couldn't find her. She thought that perhaps Karen was sick and staying home, but she was afraid to call and find out. On the second day, she still couldn't find Karen and no one she asked knew anything about her either. Linda felt very sad because she felt that something was terribly wrong and she felt to blame. All she could do was think about Karen at night.
At the end of that first week of school, one of Linda's classmates was throwing a party and invited almost everyone in the junior class to attend. Linda thought that perhaps Karen might show up there, but in her heart she doubted it. If Karen hadn't been to school all week she wouldn't be at a class party on Friday night.
As with most of their parties, the kids had beer, liquor and pot all of which was passed around and all of which Linda partook of. it was almost midnight when she ran into Richie Biltmore, whose family lived almost right next to Karen's. Richie Biltmore was also a "rich kid" and a snot about it usually, not at all like Karen. Linda saw him sitting by himself and she walked over to him on unsteady legs. Richie was surprised when she sat down next to him because he had always thought she was a good looking girl, but she had never paid much attention to him. He knew she liked to fuck and he had always dreamed of doing it with her, but she never responded to any of his passes.
"Hi Richie," Linda said with a slurring of words as she sat next to him. "I want to ask you a question."
"Sure, I'll fuck you," he said jokingly, himself pretty high from all the booze and pot that was floating around.
"I want to ask you about Karen Webster," she continued as though she hadn't even heard him. "Do you know why she hasn't been in school all this first week?"
"Sure I know," he said as though he were proud to possess the information.
She waited. "Well?" she finally asked.
"I heard my parents talking about it at dinner the other night."
"Well?" she asked again.
"What do you want to know for?" he teased her.
"Because I have to know what's happening to her.
"Oh, yeah?" he taunted with a gleam in his eye. "How bad do you have to know?"
"Real bad," she said, too stoned to pick up the drift of his tone of voice.
"Do you want to know bad enough to get in the back of my car with me?"
He really didn't expect her to yield to his conditions, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Yeah, that bad," she slurred, her eyes half closed.
"Well then," he said, rubbing his hands together in mock satisfaction, "why don't we go over to my car and we'll talk about it."
He still didn't think she was really serious about going to his car with him, but he got up and started walking towards it. And to his surprise, and delight, she got up on unsteady legs and walked along with him, holding on to his arm for support.
As they walked over, he thought about all the times he had dreamed of what it would be like to fuck Linda Jennings, and now he was about to find out. Unless this was some kind of a trick or something. But they walked all the way to his car and he opened the door for her. Without hesitation, she climbed into the back seat with him and he got in after her, closing the door so that it was dark except for the streetlight a little ways down the street. It was light enough for him to see the drunken look on her face, the spaced out dilation of her pupils. It was light enough for him to see her two beautifully shaped tits pushing their nipples through her blouse. Linda hardly ever wore a bra, and she wasn't wearing one now.
"So, what happened to Karen?" she asked right away although she was having a little difficulty speaking.
"Why do you want to know so bad?" he asked again, almost cursing himself immediately for getting off the subject of what he was trying to do to her in the back seat.
"Because she's my best friend, and I love her," Linda said, "I'd do anything for her and if she's in trouble I want to help her."
"Now, sensing for sure that he finally had Linda where he always wanted her, Richie held the carrot before her nose. "I know exactly what happened to her and I know exactly where she it."
"Then tell me," Linda said, almost complaining.
"Not until you give me something first," he said defiantly.
"What?" she said a little contemptuously, "what do you want? Money? ; Don't you already have enough money?"
It's not money I want from you, Linda," he said with a hunter's gleam in his eyes, "it's your sweet cunt. I want to fuck you."
"No," she said to his surprise. "I don't want to fuck you."
"Then forget it," he said, making believe he was starting to get out of the car, "I'm not telling you a goddam thing. And you won't find out anyplace else either, because hardly anyone know."
"Knows what?"
"If you want to know," he said tauntingly, opening the door at the same time, "you'll have to make a decision fast."
Linda grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back into the car. "I won't let you fuck me," she said again, "but you can do something else."
He suspected he was being conned, but decided to risk it. "What?"
"I'll let you eat my cunt."
The thought of Linda's cunt had always been a favorite fantasy of his and now, having her sitting here in front of him, the sense of opportunity was unbelievable.
His cock got immediately hard and felt like it was going to burst through his jeans.
"I'll let you eat my cunt, if you tell me what happened to Karen."
"It's a deal," he said, "but I get to eat your cunt before I tell you anything."
"Okay," she agreed as she unzipped her jeans and slid out of them. As he watched them slide other, he noticed that not only did she not wear a bra, she didn't wear any panties either. Her big, black bush of pussy hair looked thick enough to get lost in and he couldn't believe that he was about to put his face in it.
When she had her jeans off, she lay back and put one leg over the front seat and one leg resting on the back seat. He knew she had done this before because of the familiarity she had with the position.
Situated like she was, her legs were well spread and her big crack was in perfect place for him to kneel on the floor and eat. Slowly easing towards it, parting the thick lips with his fingers, he exposed the pink inner walls and the small puckered hole. And as she closed her eyes, he licked her crack for the first time.
It tasted warm and wet and salty and her cunt hair tickled his nose.
Her cunt tasted just as good as he thought it would. Even better!
And as she sat there with her eyes closed, he licked her again and again, sticking his tongue further into her hole and wiggling it around so that her ass began to squirm involuntarily. He then started licking her from a much lower vantage point until his tongue was starting at her ass-hole and traveling all the way up her crack to her clitoris.
Linda was beginning to respond for real and as Richie continued to lick her, he tasted more and more of her juices, indicating to him that she was turned on for real and coming in HIS face!
And then, as if spoken from a dream, her voice filled his ears as he continued licking and now sucking at her meaty pussy.
"What happened to Karen?" she asked.
And while still eating her he answered between licks, "Her parents caught her with drugs." His slurping noises interrupted him. "They got real pissed and sent her to a private school."
He sucked on her clit and made her body jerk with a shudder. "It's really far away and they said she's going to stay there for a couple of years."
The reality of what Richie was telling her seeped into her boozed up pot fogged mind, and she began to cry because she suddenly felt that she would never see her friend again.
Her crying drove Richie wild. He thought it was because of the expert job he was doing sucking her pussy. He tried to imagine what it would be like to stick his cock into her wet hole.
He now attacked her pussy with real passion, sucking it hard and shoving his tongue way in. And in spite of her sorrow for Karen, Linda felt her climax build deep in her hole and shoot out with a great force covering Richie's ecstatic face.
And as she came, his tongue still sucking madly at her hole, Linda closed her eyes and cried some more, imagining that it was Karen sucking her twat instead of stupid Richie Biltmore.