Chapter 7
Jennifer O'Brien squirmed as Lenora brought the humming vibrator to the young girl's clit. Jennifer felt instant, wonderful pleasure. Every day she had been coming to visit Lenora she had seen something new. At first she had been frightened, it had all seemed so strange, but now she found that she was loving every moment.
"Oh god!" she yelled. "I think I'm going to cum this second." Lenora immediately took the vibrator off the throbbing clitty.
"What have I been telling you, Jennifer?" Lenora asked.
"Slow, slow. But it feels so good, mistress, I can't help it!"
Jennifer felt strange at first, calling Lenora "mistress", but now she felt that the name suited the commanding woman perfectly. She was somebody to be respected.
"Discipline, my child. Remember!" Lenora said.
"Yes, mistress!" Jennifer nodded.
Lenora started the vibrator whirring once again, and she pulled out a second one and started that up too. She worked the first into the young girl's juicy cunt. The whirring monster stimulated Jennifer like nothing had since her first sexual experience with the showerhead.
Jennifer loved having things inside her cunt. Lenora had given her ben-wa balls, and Jennifer had spent the last couple days in school walking around, constantly on the edge of bliss. She wore them everywhere, the balls constantly making her pussy dripping wet. The night before at the supper table, she noticed that she had left a small puddle on her chair, her love juices having soaked through her drenched panties.
But the vibrator felt even better. She squirmed around as Lenora worked the noisy cylinder in and out, saving the second machine for the clit.
Lenora ran the vibrator around her own clit, she loved the effect it had on herself. It made her pussy throb with pleasure, so much so that she soon forgot totally about the young girl she had been playing with. She rolled onto her back, working the vibrator on her clit, then in and out of her succulent slit.
Jennifer looked up and watched Lenora in action. She tried to duplicate her actions, taking the vibrator that had been abandoned in her pussy in her own hands. Soon both women were on their backs, moaning and groaning at the exquisite sensations.
Lenora stopped momentarily to add a new device to their fun. She attached a long rod to her vibrator, then snatched the other vibrator away from Jennifer and attached it to the other end of the rod.
"What's that for?" Jennifer asked.
"Now we may pleasure each other," Lenora said. "Slip the vibrator into your pussy, and I shall put the other in mine."
Jennifer did so, and afterwards, she discovered that now the two women could fuck each other with the vibrator at the far end of the rod. Their pleasure was linked now, they could be united. She ground her hips up and down, which made Lenora coo with pleasure. Lenora returned the favor, twisting the vibrator in her cunt so that the whole rod swiveled, causing a divine sensation in Jennifer's pussy.
They slid back and forth on the bed, twisting and turning. Lenora reached out with her foot until her toes were touching Jennifer's clit. She worked the toes up and down. Jennifer did the same, so that now both women were sending each other into the stratosphere with their toes.
Jennifer could hold back no longer, despite her best efforts. Lenora knew how to turn her on totally. She arched her back and shuddered. She clawed at the pillow that her head rested on. She bit her lip. She was coming. Exploding. Ecstasy! It was so sweet.
Lenora felt the quivering girl reach her peak, and the excitement that Jennifer was feeling made Lenora that much hotter. She was the one who was about to cum now. She was the one who cried out, screaming for all the world to hear. She had to shout, she had to let it out in some way, so great was the feeling welling up inside her, emanating from her cunt.
Each twitch of Jennifer's toe lit another fire inside her. She was burning up. Her brain was sizzling. Her tongue tried to find some words to express her ecstasy, but all that came out was a jumbled, orgasmic groan. Lenora was at her peak. Her pussy dripped, full of the lush love juices, the vibrator still humming. Lenora erupted.
The entire bed rocked as the two women came together. Jennifer felt her orgasm rise and fall, one explosion after another, like a grand finale at a fireworks exhibition. Multiple orgasm. Multiple bliss.
Exhausted, finally, they lay back, slipping the vibrators out of their tender slits. Jennifer could not focus her eyes for a few moments. She knew that she had reached the top.
Lenora propped herself up on her elbows, breathing hard. "Did you enjoy yourself, my pet?" she asked.
Jennifer could only nod. She closed her eyes and smiled.
A knock came on the bedroom door. Leo entered, he now wore a different costume, just a giant diaper around his dong and tush. Jennifer didn't like to look at him, because his sides were caked with crusty, dried blood. In places his skin was turning green.
"The Winslow twins ask to join you, mistress," Leo said.
Lenora looked at Jennifer. "Tell them no, perhaps tomorrow. Or maybe the day after." She smiled at Jennifer. "They bore me."
Leo left the room, and an instant later, Jennifer could hear yelling and screaming coming from the foyer. Lenora reached down and took Jennifer by the hand.
"I have a favor to ask of you, my sweet." She ran her fingers through the young girl's hair. "Do you love me, Jennifer?"
"Oh yes, mistress," the young girl said enthusiastically. "You've been so good to me, I think you're just wonderful."
"I want you to bring Marsha Roberts here to see me."
"Marsha?" Jennifer raised her eyebrows. "How do you know her?"
"We're old friends, darling. Very old friends." Lenora gave Jennifer a stern look. "It's very important that you bring her here without her knowing that I will be here. It's going to be a surprise for her, do you understand?"
"like a surprise party?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes, precisely!" Lenora threw back her head and laughed.
"That sounds neat," Jennifer said.
"Then you will do this tiny favor for your mistress?"
"For sure!" Jennifer giggled. "It sounds like fun. But what should I tell Marsha? How am I going to get her here?"
"Tell her that you know where Leo is, but that you can't explain any more."
"Leo ... " Jennifer frowned. "He's so icky. Can't it be something else?"
Lenora rolled her eyes. "Very well. Tell her that you are having a surprise party for your mother. Marsha will come, and the surprise will be on her!"
"Oh I like that!" Jennifer squealed.
"Then go, my pet," Lenora kissed the child on the forehead. "Bring her to me tomorrow night. You mustn't fail me now, understand!"
"Oh, I'll never let you down, mistress," the young girl said as she pulled up her panties over her creamy thighs.
Jennifer wore her ben-wa balls to school the next day. They added color to her cheeks. She was so excited. She hadn't really talked to Marsha since the time in the shower, she'd been so busy with Lenora. She couldn't wait until the last bell rang and she could visit Marsha in her office.
When the last bell did finally sound, Jennifer was already waiting outside Marsha's office in the locker room. She pounded on the office door, but there was no answer. Jennifer sat down on a wooden bench to wait.
Twenty minutes later, there was still no one there. Jennifer was worried. She had promised Lenora, and didn't want to disappoint her. She smiled when at last she heard footsteps approaching.
"What are you doing here, little brat?" It was May Winslow.
April followed, close behind.
"Nothing," Jennifer squirmed in her seat. May sat down on one side of her, April the other. "I'm just waiting for Miss Roberts."
"You mean Marsha," May sneered. The Winslow twins edged closer on the bench to Jennifer. "You're in for a long wait, you know!"
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked nervously. "She's always in her office after school ends."
"I guess you haven't heard the big news," April said, looking at her nails. "It's all over school."
"Well, I guess nobody really talks to you," May added.
"What?" Jennifer's voice cracked. "What's happened to her?"
"She's in jail, silly." April gloated.
"Jail?" Jennifer swallowed. "What's she doing there?"
"Don't you know that it's illegal to fool around with your students, sexually, I mean." May scratched her nose. "After all, April and I are only sixteen years old. It's a crime to touch us, you know. You too!"
Jennifer's eyes widened. "You told on her! You told on her!" Tears began to run from her eyes. She leaped up from the bench. "Why? Why?"
May shrugged. "I don't know. We were bored."
April nodded. Jennifer felt the blood rise to her face. She pushed May down. May's head bounced off the edge of a locker. She didn't move. April began to scream. "You killed her! You killed her!"
Jennifer crouched down over May's still form. She held her hand in front of her mouth. She could feel hot air come from May's mouth. She was breathing. Jennifer sighed with relief.
"She's OK, I think," Jennifer said. April backed away from the small girl.
"Don't hit me, please! I won't tell. Honest." April said as she backed away.
Jennifer didn't know what to do. Things were falling apart. Marsha was in jail, May was unconscious on the floor, and Lenora was waiting for her at the penthouse apartment. She ran out of the locker room.
She didn't know where to go. She was afraid to face Lenora without Marsha. She knew that April was going to tell on her about pushing May, so she was afraid to go home. So she just ran.
The ben-wa balls jostled about inside her wet pussy as she sped down the sidewalk away from the school. Jennifer knew this was no time to think about sex, but the stimulation of the balls were becoming too much for her. Besides, she didn't know what else to do, anyway.
She looked around. There was nobody around to fool around with. But the cemetery was just over the next hill. She could go in there and masturbate. She trotted to the entrance.
"A good orgasm will clear my head," she thought. "Then I'll be able to figure out what to do!"
She scouted around the cemetery, looking for a secluded place to lower her pants. She found a nice, steep hill where she would be able to see anyone approaching her. She skipped up the hill and planted herself behind a tall gravestone.
Hungrily, she unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants. She reached up her pussy with two fingers and pulled out the ben-wa balls.
"Damn things," she said as she threw them to the ground. "I could think better if I wasn't so horny all the time."
Jennifer slid a finger under her blouse and pinched a nipple. She slid her hand down, slowly, sliding over the stomach and down, down to her furry muff. Her pussy was dripping once again, its almost constant state since she had discovered the joys of sex.
She stuck a finger deep inside and worked it around, groaning with pleasure. She brought the finger to her mouth, dripping with her love juices, and licked it clean.
"My pussy tastes good," she thought. "I only wish I could eat myself out."
Jennifer sucked on her finger awhile, pretending it was a nice, juicy cock. She had found herself hungering more and more for some man-flesh the past few days. And she'd also learned how much a good orgasm depended on her mind. She tried to think of a good fantasy that would set her off.
Her mind kept drifting back to Marsha, sweet Marsha. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed spending time with her, just how deep her longing for her gym teacher still was. She wanted Marsha so desperately, to feel that warm, sinewy body against hers, pressing close.
Jennifer dropped her hand down again, once more pinching her own nipples, cupping her breasts in her hand. Only this time, she pretended they were Marsha's hands, roaming and caressing her body. Jennifer moaned at the thought.
She pretended Marsha was on top of her, as she lay back on the cool, damp grass. She stared up at the sky, which was dark and cloudy. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Tiny raindrops began to land on her naked stomach. Jennifer struggled to maintain the fantasy.
It was too late. Marsha was gone, and Jennifer couldn't summon her back in her imagination. She lay back and watched the clouds roll by, her lust subsiding.
Lightning lit up the sky. Jennifer thought that she should move to lower ground, that she was vulnerable, exposed at the top of a large hill. But she didn't care. She watched the rain fall and hoped that she would be washed away by the droplets, carried down to some unknown town where they'd never heard of her.
Or lightning. Lightning could strike her and end all her troubles. She could be fried to a crisp, and nobody would ever have to worry about her again. The rain began to fall harder now, and Jennifer felt her clothes becoming soaked.
She could lie there no longer, no matter how much she wanted to. Jennifer realized that there was no simple, easy escape to her problems, that she had to face what was coming, no matter what it was. She raised her pants and buckled herself up.
Where should she go? Her mother might know what to do. Jennifer strode down the hill and headed home. Her mother was a good listener. She might be able to help her out, maybe solve everything. Jennifer felt guilty because she didn't feel like turning to her mother initially.
Her home looked so warm and inviting as she approached it from down the street. Jennifer was drenched to the bone, and wanted to whip off her saturated clothes as soon as she entered her dry, warm house. She swung the front door open and looked around. Her mother wasn't in sight. Maybe upstairs. Or in the kitchen. Jennifer stepped out of her pants and undid her shirt, leaving all her damp clothes to dry on a radiator.
She padded around the dark house naked. "At least there weren't any police cars out front," she thought. "Maybe I'm not in as much trouble as I thought."
Jennifer entered the kitchen, hoping to find her mother there, making dinner or reading a magazine. But the kitchen was deserted. And the stove was on. Jennifer turned off the burner. Spaghetti lay in a pot on the top of the stove, ail the water had boiled away.
"That's odd," Jennifer thought. "Mom would never leave boiling water unattended like that. Maybe there was an emergency or something."
Jennifer felt the fear rising up in her once more. She grabbed a broom from the kitchen closet to carry it with her for protection. She headed up the stairs to look in her mother's room.
She stood outside the door, the broom trembling in her hands. The door was closed. Her mother never closed her bedroom door. Jennifer pressed her ear to the door and listened. She could hear faint moans coming from the room.
She bit her lip, puzzled. What should she do? The noise sounded like either someone having sex, or someone in pain. Jennifer would feel like a fool if she walked in on her mother when she was fooling around with somebody. Then she thought once more about the spaghetti on the stove. Things weren't right. She threw the door open.
Her mother was chained to the bed, naked. Lenora stood over her. A gag was stuffed inside her mother's mouth. Lenora had a whip in her hand. The two women turned to look at the intruder.
"Hello, precious," Lenora cooed, "Please come in, won't you?"
Jennifer stepped into the room. Her mother made motions for her to flee, grunting incoherently under the gag. Jennifer squeezed the broom tightly in her hands.
"You let me down, precious," Lenora said, scowling. "I warned you not to let me down. So I came to see what happened, pay a visit to your lovely home." She let the whip fall across Jennifer's mother's breasts. "I didn't know that this slut was your mother." Lenora let the whip fall again. "Why did you let me down when I was depending on you so?"
"Marsha's in jail," Jennifer said softly. "April and May reported her for having sexual relations with them."
Lenora's eyes narrowed. "You're not lying to me, are you girl?"
Jennifer shook her head. She looked at her mother, lying helplessly on the bed. Tears were in both the mother and daughter's eyes.
"Let her up!" Jennifer yelled, pointing the broom at Lenora. "Let my mother go!"
"Certainly, precious, only you have to do one thing for me first."
"What's that?"
"Put down the broom." Lenora said sternly.
Jennifer's mother shook her head "no" as hard as she could. Jennifer wavered. She looked at Lenora , her heart pounding. She had liked the woman so much. "How could I have been so blind?" she thought.
"Well kitten?" Lenora said, snapping the whip. "What's it going to be. It's your move."
Jennifer dropped the broom, her mother screamed beneath her gag.
"Very good, my sweet." Lenora kicked the broom away from the girl. "You are so very smart."
In a flash, dear Lenora was next to Jennifer, holding her by the hair, pulling and twisting the young girl's silky locks. Jennifer squealed in pain.
"You promised. You said you'd let her up!"
"Oh I will," said Lenora. "I just thought we'd have a little fun first!"
She pushed Jennifer down on the bed, the young girl's face landing between her mother's legs. Lenora brought out the infamous dildo once more, swinging it before Jennifer.
"You remember this, don't you Jennifer. I'm sure Kathy does. I owe her a fucking from a long time back. I think it'll be just divine if you will do it for me, Jennifer."
Jennifer began to cry. She was cold, wet, and exhausted. She couldn't resist. All her will-power was gone. Lenora handed her the dildo and she strapped it on.
Lenora squirted some lubricant on the giant shaft. "There," she said as she spread it around, "This will help. I'm not a monster, you know!"
Jennifer was mute. She looked down on her mother, who seemed to be trying to calm her daughter. Kathy O'Brien's eyes were wide. Jennifer thought that perhaps she was trying to reassure her, trying to tell her that it wasn't that bad.
Lenora cracked the whip. "Begin, precious. Ram that shaft deep into your mother's cunt!"
Jennifer maneuvered the dangling cock into position, and, parting her mother's cunt lips, began to work it in. She noticed how dry Kathy's pussy was. She reached down with her finger and diddled on her clit. "May as well make the best of it," Jennifer thought.
Kathy shuddered as the giant dick slid deep inside her. Under normal circumstances, she would have been ready to hit the ceiling, and even now the enormous rod still felt good. She opened her legs wider, wanting the dick to plunge into her as far as it could. She began to tremble at the wonderful sensation of her daughter diddling on her now-swollen clit.
Jennifer stared down at the cock that was strapped to her pussy. She watched it slide in and out of her mother's lush, auburn cunt. She had always wondered what the man's view of sex would be like, and she felt a flush of excitement as she slid the giant dong in and out.
Much as she hated to admit it, she was once again getting aroused. She pretended she was a man, plugging away at her mother, slipping and sliding deep inside her. Giving her all the sexual pleasure she could handle. She felt great satisfaction as her mother's body began to quiver, knowing once again that she was the provider of such pleasure.
Lenora smiled at the mother and daughter's rhythmic pounding. She reached around behind Jennifer and put her hand on the young girl's clit. They would both come together, if Lenora had anything to do with it.
Jennifer shuddered as she felt the hand warm her little knob. She knew that Lenora was providing the stimulation, but it just felt so good that she didn't care. She continued to plug away at her mother's succulent cunt, as she could feel her own becoming just as moist.
She felt Lenora raise her ass and could feel something poking her. Lenora had whipped on another dildo, and was about to enter the girl's pussy from behind. Jennifer raise her buns up so that Lenora now had easy access. The dick that was sliding into her, spreading her young pussy apart was even bigger than the dildo Jennifer was plugging her mother with. She grunted as the massive penis continued to slide its way down her juicy love canal.
Kathy O'Brien watched as her daughter took the plastic shaft from behind. She no longer knew what to think about, her brain muddled by the bizarreness of the entire situation. But she really wasn't worrying too much, the marvelous sensation of her cunt dominating her entire being. She knew that she could come any second now, and from the sight of her daughter, that Jennifer was about to climax as well.
Jennifer was certainly ready to explode, but she'd come to love the feeling of being on the edge of ecstasy. She wanted all the fucking to last forever. She was so turned on by hearing her mother grunt and groan with each thrust of her hips. And Lenora, doing a masterful job of filling her expanding pussy from behind. And most of all that slender finger that rested on her love spot. Lightly, oh so lightly, it slid back and forth over the throbbing red clit, each time causing Jennifer's pleasure to double.
The explosion came all at once. Jennifer's eyes rolled back into her head, as the oncoming orgasm overtook her. She lost every ounce of strength except in one little finger, which continued to tickle her mother's clit. One final tickle was all Kathy needed to set her off. She rocked the bed so hard that it banged against the wall, chipping paint.
Lenora watched the mother and daughter collapse in a heap, gasping for air. She loved to look at women's faces still flush from an orgasm. There was such a peaceful, blissful look about them. She smiled.
Gently, Lenora unstrapped the dildo from Jennifer, and replaced it in her purse. She slipped out of the room while the mother and daughter lay on the bed, their eyes shut.
She thought about Marsha Roberts. Maybe things were better this way, with Marsha in jail. It was as good as any scheme Lenora had come up with to hurt her. She would have to congratulate the Winslow twins when she saw them. She slipped like a shadow, out of the house, to her jaguar, parked down the road.
Jennifer and Kathy fell asleep, and did not awaken until the next morning. Jennifer untied her mother's arms from the headboard of the bed, and got some ointment to put on the red marks where Lenora's whip had fallen. Kathy stretched her sore muscles, and stretched her arms to the sky.
A worried look crossed her face. "Jennifer," she called to her daughter. "Were you telling the truth last night when you said that Marsha was in jail?"
Jennifer nodded solemnly. Kathy O'Brien shook her head. "What are we going to do?"
"Bail her out?" Jennifer asked.