Chapter 2
Linda turned over underclothes at the back of the drawer impatiently before she found what she was seeking. She straightened up holding a vibrator in her hand, ivory-white in color and thumb-thick in circumference. She turned its base and listened to the vibrant buzz, placing the tip on her abdomen.
Gooseflesh jumped up on her arms, and she hurried back to the bed. En route she passed her discarded clothing. Linda sank down on the bed and immediately dropped onto her back, elevating her legs. In the pier-glass mirror across the room a full-figured girl with down-drooping stockings elevated and widened her legs, displaying a hairy cunt that pouted for the approaching vibrator. Linda averted her eyes from the mirror.
She worked the rounded tip of the vibrator into her red-lipped vagina, gently at first and then with increasing force. An inch of the vibrator disappeared, then two inches. Linda worked it in and out, in and out, her rapid breathing turning harsher. Her distended cunt gulped still more of the offering, and Linda shivered at the flood of sensations pouring through her, curling her toes. Her nipples stood erectly, hard as gumdrops.
She reached for the base of the vibrator and again twisted it. She moaned aloud as the muffled buzz sounded more faintly and the agitation of her inner flesh nearly drove her out of her mind. She plunged the vibrator in and out fiercely while the buzzing titillated her and she reached with her free hand between her legs for her upstanding clitoris.
Linda gasped as her forefinger massaged the stiff-standing bud. Muscles jumped in her upraised thighs and she threw her hips upward at the vibrator clutched tightly in the other hand. Feverishly she plucked and pinched her rosy clit while her buttock-cheeks shivered and shook in their insane dance. Then she wailed loudly as her legs thrashed independently of her. Her head went back and her eyes closed as she kicked wildly and humped herself upward as a hot gush of quick-spurting liquid enveloped her interior walls and the vibrator.
For a few seconds long shudders rippled through her naked body.
Then Linda reached frantically for the base of the vibrator-lodged almost to the hilt in her gaping cunt now-and turned it off. She slumped on her back again, eyes glazed. She stared indifferently at first at the mirror-image of the girl on the bed with slack thighs disclosing the one-inch butt of the vibrator protruding from between the juncture of her thighs.
She moaned aloud again as a quick rush of shame enveloped her. How many times had she promised herself she wouldn't use the vibrator any more? She was no better than an animal. A sexual animal. It disgusted her. Angrily she plucked the vibrator from her twitching core, heedless of its rough dislodgment. Sticky strings of her own spend dripped from the vibrator's well-lubricated tip onto her bare thighs.
She stumbled from the bed and went into the bathroom.
She couldn't bear to look at her flushed face in the mirror.
Walter Cummings knelt down in the hallway outside the door of Linda Brumiglia's apartment. He applied his eye to the keyhole. The mounting excitement with which he had watched her graceful progress across the yard and the effort involved in climbing the stairs had combined to quicken his breathing and blur his vision. He backed away from the keyhole and brushed quickly at his eyes with the back of his hands.
He knew there was no one in the building except the two of them, so he had no need to fear discovery at his attempted voyeurism. Nor was it the first time he had crouched outside this particular door. He reached into a pocket of his work pants and removed a penlight-sized miniature telescope the tip of which he applied to the keyhole. Trying to control his breathing, he put his eye to the telescope.
He had long ago noted while doing odd jobs inside the apartment that the keyhole commanded a tunnel-vision view of the girl's bedroom beyond her living room. If the bedroom door was open. Sometimes it was closed, and he had to go away disappointed. But today it was open, and he focused the telescope eagerly.
The girl's bed with its deep maroon bedspread sprang into clear view. Beyond it was an armchair and a reading lamp. The bedroom appeared to be empty. He wondered if the girl were in the kitchen. Then he sucked in his breath sharply. She had just appeared suddenly in the bedroom, silhouetted against the dark bedspread.
Walter Cummings shivered. He licked his lips avidly. The girl was naked. Naked! He had caught glimpses of her in various states of undress before as she walked from bedroom to bath, but never anything like this. He stared, petrified, as the magnified girl in the telescope-eye sat down on the edge of the bed. She held something in her hand, but he couldn't quite make out what it was.
Ardently he studied the superb figure on the bed. Except for her shoes and stockings, she hadn't a thread on. The beautiful swelling breasts with their grape-nippled teats made his mouth go dry. The sweetly-sloping curve of her white belly that merged into her plump, snowy thighs took more of his breath away. In the telescope he could almost count the individual hairs of the raven-black, mossy triangle covering her lower stomach and mound.
His eye at the telescope widened incredulously as the girl on the bed suddenly dropped onto her back and elevated and widened her legs, her ungartered stockings drooping. Walter Cummings's breath almost stopped. He had an almost-head-on view of her pink sex-crease openly displayed. Unconsciously he licked his lips again. He had never seen anything like this before!
He watched puzzledly as her right hand with the object he had been unable to identify poked at herself, right at the sweet core of her being. The girl's pussy at first refused the offering, and then it slowly began to disappear inside her. She was shoving something into herself, Walter Cummings told himself ecstatically! Right where a man's prick should go!
The girl worked the object in and out, in and out. Walter Cummings groaned. His straining prick was hurting in the tight confinement of his drawers. The telescope-eye picked up the girl's distended nipples straining at the ceiling. The object between the girl's thighs went in farther and farther, and Walter Cummings's breath turned harsh. He could see her round white thighs vibrating and the bowl of her stomach heaving.
Furiously he unzipped his work pants and dragged his massive cock out into the open, meantime observing every writhing movement of the girl on the bed. He worked his meat in his hand, slowly at first, then harder, as the girl on the bed suddenly threw her legs straight up in the air. She was plucking and pinching at the little button just above the inserted object, and the delicious round white cheeks of her ass had lifted from the bed and were shaking like a dog just out of the water.
Walter Cummings growled deeply in his throat as the girl's slender legs kicked wildly and her naked ass humped itself upward repeatedly from the bed. Without his realizing it his prick started to spurt suddenly, and he deluged the apartment door with his come. His eye at the telescope disclosed the girl sprawled limply on the bed, the previously thrashing legs limp.
Suddenly afraid, Walter Cummings snatched a rag from his back pocket and swabbed off his diminishing joystick. Frantically he wiped up the evidence of his spend from the door and hallway carpeting. Once more he applied the telescope to the keyhole, but the bed was empty.
He returned the telescope to his pocket and went heavily down the stairs.
Linda drew a tub of hot water in the bathroom, then stared down at it restlessly. She sat down in it and laved her pussy-lips with both hands, then climbed out again. There was a fire in her interior that refused to be extinguished.
She walked through the bedroom, dripping, went to the telephone and dialed. "Helen?" she said when a feminine voice answered. "May I come over? Right now?"
"Why not?" a cheerful voice said. "You sound turned on."
"Am I ever," Linda said grimly. "And I don't really know why. I'll be right there."
She threw on clothing and went out to her car. It was a short drive. Helen Dickinson, physical education instructor at the local high school, had a room on the second floor of a comfortable home. Linda shivered when she got out of her car after parking in front of the house. She hadn't dried herself thoroughly, and the vagrant breeze was chilly as it inserted itself under her garments.
No one was on the ground floor. Linda trotted up the stairs to Helen's room and immediately closed the door behind her. She stood with her back pressed to it, and she could hear her own breathing. "I don't know what's the matter with me, Helen," she said huskily, "but do something! Please!"
Helen Dickinson was a chunky redhead with a pleasant, lightly-freckled face. She had on a wraparound short bed jacket which disclosed powerful-looking thighs and calves indicative of many hours of field hockey. The evidence was plain upon her upper thighs that her freckles weren't restricted to her facial features. The redhead advanced upon Linda and threw her arms around her. "Well!" she exclaimed in surprise as her quick-patting hands discovered Linda's nearly nude state. "What have we here? Lady Godiva one degree removed?"
"I-feel-awful!" Linda said jerkily, lightning flashes running through her at the intimate assault of Helen's clever hands upon Linda's lightly clad buttocks, breasts, and thighs.
"Sounds to me like a case of the hots," Helen said briskly. "And you did right to come to Dr. Dickinson about it." She raised the hem of Linda's dress and Linda helped in the pulling of the garment off over her head. Her underwear followed quickly. Helen's square-looking, capable palms laved Linda's nude flesh, and Linda bit her lip furiously as quick-darting heat-lightning infiltrated her interior.
Linda's hands plucked at the waist-tie of Helen's bed jacket, and the redhead shrugged out of it casually. Her skin was flawless, dazzlingly white, hidden only by severely-cut white panties. Without bothering to remove them, Helen drew Linda toward the bed and seated her upon its edge.
At once the redhead dropped on her knees and pressed her lips to Linda's smooth stomach. The bright chestnut head moved east and west and then south as the soft lips imposed butterfly kisses upon Linda's quivering flesh. "Dear God, Helen!" Linda groaned. "Don't tease!"
Helen at once lifted Linda's thighs and parted them. Linda went down on her back very much as she had been upon her own bed. Helen draped Linda's long legs over her shoulders, then swooped down with her mouth upon Linda's upthrust jewel box. Linda flinched as the warm mouth descended ravenously upon her most intimate flesh, lipping it and sucking at it.
Helen lifted her head slightly to look upward at Linda's flushed face staring down between her breasts. "Very hot," she murmured. "Steam any second."
"Don't talk!" Linda whispered. Her eyes were closed and she was twiddling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
The redhead plunged her mouth down again upon Linda's twat. She tongued it from end to end, penetrating the pouting crease, then swished her tongue flirtingly well into Linda's aching hole while Linda's bare thighs jerked.
Helen sucked the whole of Linda's cunt into her mouth and worked at it greedily. Linda's breath whistled between her clenched teeth. The redhead lipped at Linda's clit and then grazed it with her teeth while shivering explosions shattered Linda's mind. Helen alternately swallowed and noisily expelled the dark-haired girl's quivering quim, her generous-sized mouth hardworking both in acceptance and penetration.
Linda's legs stiffened around Helen's head as Linda felt the onslaught of a deep tingling in her quiver. "Here it-comes!" she cried out, thrusting upward with her hips. "Here-it comes!"
Her legs soared upward until her high heels pointed at the ceiling. Her middle jerked spasmodically as she spent furiously into Helen's hard-searching mouth. Her hands reached downward to clutch at Helen's bare shoulders and hold her closer to her task. Linda ground her wet-lipped, spurting cunt into Helen's face as her convulsion racked her.
She collapsed with a tired sigh as Helen daintily licked the excess spend from Linda's greasy cunt-lips, more crimson now than pink. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Linda moaned upon an expiring note. "Did I ever need that!"
Helen climbed upon the bed with her and took her in her arms. "You were a mite warm," the redhead admitted as the two soft bodies snuggled together. "Someone wave something at you from a doorway?"
"No." Linda kissed the point of Helen's smooth shoulder and a strawberry-nippled bubby. "The only thing I can attribute it to is that I saw a young girl spanked." Helen raised an inquiring eyebrow. "A real, honest-to-john, bottom-reddening, behind-hurting spanking."
"And that turned you on?" Helen sounded puzzled.
"I don't understand it, either," Linda said. "I went right home and got out the vibrator, which you know I hate to do, and even that didn't help."
Helen rubbed her palm slowly over the smooth slope of Linda's bare belly. "I'm glad I was the beneficiary," she replied, lowering her head to run the tip of her tongue in and out of Linda's navel.
"It's your turn now," Linda reminded her.
"What would you like me to do?"
"I'd love a good dildo-ing," Helen said wistfully.
"Fetch it," Linda said. "I'll do you up brown."
Helen rose from the bed and went to her closet, her large breasts bobbing freely. She returned with a thick rubber penis attached to thigh loops and a waistband. Helen removed her white panties while Linda slipped her feet into the loops and drew them up on her thighs. She turned around and presented her back to Helen who fastened the waistband of the dildo snugly around Linda's waist, buckling it in the back. When the buckling was completed, the eight-inch black piece of hard rubber jutted firmly upward from between Linda's thighs.
Linda slipped a hand into the bright red curls clustered over Helen's pussy. With her other hand she patted Helen's large buttocks before squeezing each hind cheek in her fingers. The thought came to Linda fleetingly that here indeed was a bare behind for spanking, massively full-fleshed. Then Helen shivered at the playful touch of Linda's hands and moved toward the bed.
She arranged herself in its center with a pillow under her hips. The fleecy red hair on her lower belly thinned out over her gash, disclosing already moist pink lips dilated slightly. Linda traced with a fingertip the whole course of Helen's damp slit, and Helen's shiver was renewed. The redhead stared up at the ceiling, her mouth working.
Linda inserted a finger into Helen's quim and found her becoming wetter by the instant. Linda finger-frigged her briskly, and Helen's thighs climbed instinctively as additional color rushed into her face. "Oh, God!" Helen groaned, grinding her thighs together over Linda's wrist. "Put it in me-quick!"
Linda moved on her knees in between Helen's wide-parted thighs. She dipped two fingers again into Helen's swimming juices and moistened the tip of the rubber prick, then did the same for half its length. The dildo-harness held the mock-prick in place so tightly that it almost seemed a part of Linda.
Linda leaned forward and inserted the tip of the dildo-prick into Helen's quiver. The redhead panted loudly as she felt the contact. Cautiously Linda began to press forward. The black rubber shaft separating the two white bellies began to disappear within Helen. Linda joggled it from side to side, and Helen gasped. The redhead threw her hips up to meet the intruder spearing her cunt. In two quick surges Linda penetrated all the way and the warm bellies slapped together.
Linda lowered herself upon Helen until four stiff-nippled breasts rubbed at each other. Then Linda began to raise and lower her own hips, pumping in a steady rhythm as the hard black rubber glided in and out of Helen's bulging cunt. The redhead's hands came down upon Linda's shoulders and clasped her firmly. For two minutes the only sound in the bedroom was the commingled heavy breathing and the slight sucking sound the dildo made as it was worked in and out of Helen by Linda's hip-thrusting energetic movements.
Then Helen squealed shrilly and threw her head back. Her hands kneaded Linda's shoulders forcefully as her thighs tightened around Linda's waist. Her big behind rose clear of the pillow on each upward thrust as she met Linda's downstrokes. She squealed again, her head tossing from side to side, her bright red hair wildly disordered.
"I'm-coming!" she cried out in a strangled tone. Her hip movements became more urgent. "Oh, Roy! I'm-oh, Roy! Fuck me, Roy! Fuck meeeeeee!"
She subsided with a whimper after the long-drawn-out "meeeeee" died away. Linda rested quietly upon the broad platform of Helen's ample stomach before raising her head to stare curiously at Helen's flushed face. "Who's Roy?" she inquired. Helen didn't reply, and Linda reached down and pinched a plump hind cheek. "Who's Roy?" she repeated.
Helen smiled at her dimly. "A fellow I knew," she said. "I guess I should have married him, but my folks objected." She inserted a hand between their bodies and played with one of Linda's breasts. "You want some?"
"Not from this monster," Linda said emphatically. She withdrew cautiously from Helen's cunt and sank back on her heels. Both looked at the long, glistening expanse of rubber coated with Helen's spend. "That big thing would kill me," Linda added. "I don't know how you can take it up in you like that."
"I've got a smaller one," Helen answered.
Linda shook her head and climbed from the bed. She reached around behind her to find the buckle on the waistband of the dildo. "I've had enough for today, thanks," she said. With the waist-fastening released, she pushed the thigh-straps down her legs and stepped out of the harness.
Helen left the bed and joined her, and the two nude figures blended as they exchanged a long kiss. Helen rubbed her breasts gently against Linda's, but Linda broke the kiss and stepped back. "I've got to get back to my place," she said. "Thanks for the mouth job. Maybe with a tranquilizer I can sleep tonight now."
She crossed the room to pick up her dress. "Isn't it awful to be so-so much like an animal sometimes? I don't mean with you, Helen, but sometimes when I use the vibrator on myself I get so ashamed afterward."
"Not before, and not during," Helen said lightly. "Just afterward. Doesn't that tell you something about our female natures?"
"Sometimes I don't like my female nature very much," Linda said seriously. She pulled the dress over her head and tugged it down over her hips. The expression on her beautiful face was quite sober.
"Do you dream about men at night?" Helen asked.
Linda paused to consider. "I don't really think I dream about men. Men that I know, I mean. When I do dream it's mostly about what we do together, I guess."
"But you can't help feeling that we're just awful?" Helen questioned.
Linda nodded shamefacedly. "When I think about it in cold blood," she admitted. "But when I get really hot, I want it. All of it."
"You need a man," Helen said decisively.
"You mean you don't?"
"Of course I do. And I'm looking," Helen said. "Meantime our little games are second best."
They exchanged smiles, kissed lingeringly, and Linda left Helen's residence.
Linda returned to her apartment late that evening. The cataloguing section didn't work on Saturdays, and she was looking forward to the free weekend. She parked her car in its usual slot in the marked-out area behind the building, then climbed the two flights of stairs at the rear entrance to her third-floor apartment.
She unlocked the door and let herself in, depositing her handbag as usual on the telephone stand in the small hallway. Two strides inside the living room she came to a dead stop, both hands flying instinctively to her breasts as she stared at the two silent figures sitting in her living room chairs. "Oh!" Linda gasped as recognition dawned. "Carole!" She drew a deep breath. "You startled me so!" Her glance flicked from her silently staring niece, only five years younger than Linda herself, to the occupant of the other chair. With a growing sense of unease Linda recognized the broad-shouldered, long-blond-haired boy out of whose car Carole had emerged the afternoon she stirred her mother's vengeful wrath. "How-how did you get in here?" Linda asked with more nervousness than she liked to admit. That big hulk of a boy with his Prince Valiant haircut and a distinct smirk on his handsome face...
Carole broke her silence. "Did you forget that mother had a key to your apartment, Aunt Linda?" she inquired. "I borrowed it." She smiled elaborately. "And I brought you something." Without getting up from her chair she opened her bag and took out the same flat-backed wooden hairbrush Linda had seen wielded so vigorously by Annette.
Linda stared at it uncomprehendingly for an instant, then with dawning awareness, and finally with fear. "You-you don't-" she began in a choked voice.
"Oh, yes, I do," Carole interrupted her. The seventeen-year-old rose to her feet. "I told you I'd get even for what you did to me, didn't I? I brought this along to give you a taste of the same thing."
Linda felt difficulty in breathing. Surely this was a joke? A hideous joke? But the look in Carole's eyes, the determined expression on the young face, and the deliberately suggestive movements with which she swished the hairbrush through the air... Linda felt her stomach lurch involuntarily. "You-you don't mean it," she forced herself to say. "You c-couldn't-"
"Perhaps I couldn't if I was alone," Carole said equably. "That's why I brought Charlie along. If you don't undress and turn up your bare behind to the hairbrush, Charlie will undress you for me."
Linda stared in mounting horror at the openly-grinning blond boy who was regarding her with frank appreciation. At close range she could see that his blond hair was matted and greasy-looking and his open-necked shirt was dirty. "C-Carole," Linda faltered. "You c-can't mean it. You wouldn't s-shame me like that. You-"
"You had no qualms about helping while mother shamed me, did you?" Carole said sharply.
"Hut I didn't mean you any h-harm," Linda pleaded. "She-Annette is your mother. She- she's entitled-"
Linda paused when Carole pointed the hairbrush at her. "I'm entitled," the tall dark girl said grimly. "I warned you. Stop stalling. Get your clothes off." She smiled wickedly. "You've no idea how I've been looking forward to this."
Linda groped for a plea that would make a dent in the hard shell of her niece's vindictive-ness, then realized miserably that there was none. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, then pivoted and ran toward the phone in the hallway. Behind her she heard the quick pound of feet as Charlie bolted from his chair like a big cat and ran her down before she even reached the doorway. His big hands grabbed her around the waist and swung her back into the living room, and his hands managed to be both rough and suggestive upon her body at the same time.
"I told you she'd make a break for the telephone, didn't I?" Charlie grinned at Carole.
Linda struggled in the grip of the hard hands. An odor of unwashed male assailed her nostrils. She wrenched herself free with a mighty effort. "You let me-ALONE!" she panted in what was almost a shriek.
Hands on hips, he confronted her with a leering grimace intended for a smile. "Go ahead and yell if you think it will do you any good," he advised. "The place is empty. I checked."
Linda thought she was going to faint. This couldn't be happening to her, but there stood the hard-eyed Carole, hairbrush in hand, and the smirking hulk, Charlie...
Carole took charge again. "Take her skirt off, Charlie. I'm tired of waiting for her."
"No!" Linda exclaimed. Her hands went fumblingly to the waist of her lightweight skirt into which her blouse was tucked. "I'll-I'll do it."
"Then do it," Carole warned. "Charlie would love to help you, I know, so no more stalling."
Linda felt sick at the smirking inspection she was undergoing from the blond boy's mocking eyes. Her hands slowly unfastened the snap-catch of her skirt while she sought frantically to find a way out of her dilemma. But she couldn't think of anything. With the building empty, and the phone denied to her...
"How you gonna do it?" Charlie was asking Carole with obvious interest.
"We'll take her into the kitchen," Carole replied. "Bring along a pillow from the bed and we'll stretch her out over her own kitchen table. I want plenty of arm-room when I swing this thing at her bare butt." She swished the hairbrush suggestively, and Linda's stomach lurched again.
Charlie picked up a pillow from the bed as Linda reluctantly guided the skirt down over her hips. She stepped out of it and looked appealingly at Carole. "Charlie!" the girl said sharply, and Linda's hands flew to the waist of her half-slip.
"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Linda said shakily. The thought of those hard hands even close to her and the unwashed male odor in her nostrils made her feel faint again.
Charlie had walked into the kitchen. "Bring her in here," he called. "The light's a lot better."
"Move," Carole said to Linda with another flourish of the brush. Linda forced her weak-feeling legs to carry her across the room. In the kitchen Charlie already had the pillow placed oil its long axis on the formica-topped table. The roof of Linda's mouth went dry as she looked at it. To lie down on that pillow on her stomach with her bare behind thrust out over the table's edge... what could be more ignominious?
"Awww, I'd better help her," Charlie suggested to Carole as Linda stood half-paralyzed.
"You're a bit too willing!" Carole snapped as Linda hastily stripped down her half-slip and unzipped her pantie-girdle. "What I want you to do is hold her down on the pillow when she gets on it. Stand at her head."
"How'm I gonna stand at her head and see what you're doin' to her ass?" Charlie complained.
"You can see her ass when I've finished with it," Carole said shortly. "You!" she barked at Linda. "Take-that-girdle-OFF!"
Linda could feel her lips quivering. She circled her dry mouth with the tip of her tongue. She took two quick steps toward the table, turned her back on Charlie, peeled the pantie-girdle from her hips and thighs, and in the same motion flung herself at the pillow, denying Charlie even a glimpse of her bushy-haired front. As her flinching stomach came to rest upon the pillow the pantie-girdle slid down Linda's legs and collapsed around her ankles. She could feel her out-thrust rump spread widely in its tautened position, and she clenched her buttock-cheeks frantically.
The momentary silence was broken by a long whistle from Charlie. "Now there's a piece of machinery!" he said admiringly. "You think you might grow up to that some day, Carole?"
"Never mind the wise remarks," Carole said coldly. "You don't complain about mine when you're using it. Now get around to the other end of the table and HOLD her. You're going to see some real action back at this end."
Linda was horrified to hear herself emit a small whimper as Charlie rounded the table and placed his big hands on the shoulders of her blouse. The only reason she was acting so submissively was to keep this ruttish idiot as far away from her as possible. She wasn't really afraid, Linda told herself. She would bear this humiliation with as much dignity as possible and get rid of them. And tomorrow she would change the lock on the apartment door.
The big blond boy leaned forward until his stomach covered Linda's head on the pillow and his chest and head extended along her back. He was looking right down at the exposed upper slopes of her nude hind cheeks, and Linda cringed. It was still better than what Carole was looking at, she tried to comfort herself. She had never felt so exposed in her life.
"Go ahead," Charlie invited Carole. "I got her. She's not goin' anywhere."
"Wait till I get her shoes off," Carole replied. "I don't want her hanging a high heel in me when she starts kicking." The girl knelt and swiftly removed Linda's high-heeled shoes but left the pantie-girdle around her ankles. Linda could feel Carole's warm breath on the backs of her legs as the girl stooped, and goose bumps jumped up on Linda's arms. "There!" Carole said with satisfaction, and from the corner of her eye Linda could see her pick up the hairbrush again. "Now we'll put a little heat into this bare behind!"
Her arm flashed downward at the last word, and Linda closed her eyes. They flew open again as the hairbrush cracked against her bare flesh with an obscenely loud noise and a white-hot flame enveloped Linda's plumped-out right buttock. "Oooooooh!" she exclaimed breathily. She was silent as the brush returned and smarted the right buttock's twin.
Despite her self-willed determination to lie quietly and get the hideous spanking over with quickly, Linda could feel her bare seat twitching uneasily as Carole delivered successively harder spanks with the wooden hairbrush. Linda gulped and swallowed as a hot flame built up in her flesh. The pain was incredible. The innocent-looking hairbrush was quickly eroding Linda's resolve to be a stoic. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the hairbrush blazed alternately against each quivering hind cheek.
Despite herself she surged upward beneath Charlie, but his weight flattened her out. "You're gettin' to her," the blond boy encouraged Carole. "She's squirmin'."
"I can-see her-squirming," Carole panted between descents of the hairbrush. "I can see- her whole twat-and her-pussy-hair."
"Mebbe we oughta change places," Charlie suggested.
Carole didn't reply. She aimed the hairbrush deliberately, snapping its flat surface against the whiter portions of Linda's rotating, crimsoning backside. Linda's resolution broke as the hot kiss of the brush built up and multiplied in her tender hind cheeks. "C-Carole!" she pleaded. "Ohhh! C-Carole! Please! Not so h-hard!"
Carole paid no attention.
WHACK!! "Ooooooh!" Linda squealed. WHACK!! "Owwwww! CAROLE!" WHACK!! "Ohhhhhh!" she shrieked, all resistance gone as well as all thoughts of Spartan-like reserve. WHACK!! "Owww!" WHACK!! "Owwwww!" WHACK!! "OWWWWW!"
She danced in ungainly fashion from one foot to the other, trying to dislodge the clinging pantie-girdle from her ankles. She freed one leg and kicked frantically at each additional descent of the hairbrush upon her tormented, flaming behind. At one involuntary kick the pantie-girdle flew up in the air and descended across the kitchen while Carole sadistically never missed a spank upon the plunging, writhing vermillioned surfaces of Linda's naked backside.
Carole stopped the spanking suddenly and Linda's sobbing pleas were the only sound in the room for an instant. "You finished?" Charlie asked. He sounded disappointed.
"The hell I'm finished!" Carole declared. She ran a palm over Linda's spanked behind, and Linda quivered and whimpered. "She's just beginning to heat up well." She studied Linda's twitching globes for an instant. "Aunt Linda?"
She had to repeat it before it pierced the haze of Linda's pain. "Aunt Linda?"
"Y-yes?" Linda whispered.
"Where does it hurt?" Carole inquired.
"M-my bottom."
"That's not what I want to hear."
"M-my behind."
"That's not what I want to hear, either."
"M-my ass," Linda moaned, and started to cry openly.
"What kind of an ass?" Carole persisted.
It took Linda an instant to realize the girl wanted to humiliate her to the utmost. "My b-bare ass," Linda sobbed. Never in her life had she expected to feel so degraded.
"Okay," Carole announced. "Hold her, Charlie. I'm going to polish her off now."
Linda shrieked as the hairbrush descended again. Still, the loud smack of the brush and the resultant lightning-bolt impacts upon her nude flesh felt different, somehow. During the interval in which Carole had stopped spanking to ask her sadistic questions in her successful attempt to shame her aunt still more, Linda had been able to catch her breath which had been almost literally driven from her body by the humiliating, constant red-hot smackings of the hairbrush upon her tormented buttocks.
The incessantly-implemented unbearable burning sensation in Linda's bottom engendered by Carole's free-swinging assault had given way during the period of surcease to a deeply glowing inner heat that still smarted terribly but felt extraordinarily strange. Linda was amazed and startled to find a quivering tingle originating deep within herself and to find that she had no control over it. She was horrified to find her behind rising and falling on the pillow as her thighs writhed against each other.
Linda still felt each spank delivered by her niece who was now swinging the hairbrush in an upward arc aimed at blistering Linda's sitting-surfaces, but although her cries continued there was a different caliber to them even to her own ear. She still kicked and struggled, but her prickling inner itch had her rubbing her mound furiously against the dangling pillow.
"Ohhh!" Linda mewed, terrified that her uncontrollable reaction might be interpreted correctly but unable to restrain it. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" A hot, gushing torrent burst within her quivering cunt and inundated her upper thighs. Her breath caught in her throat and she thought she would strangle from the violence of her emotion.
It took a second for her to realize that Carole had stopped spanking again. "I-think she's had enough," the girl said. There was a faint note of unease in Carole's voice. "Look at how red in the face she is. I don't want her to burst a blood vessel or something."
Charlie lifted the weight of his body from Linda's head and shoulders, but despite the release Linda sprawled limply on the pillow. With the cessation of her surprising come she felt anew the burning sting of her immolated hind parts, and fresh tears streamed down her hot cheeks. She could hear her own body-wrenching sobs.
Charlie walked around the table and took up ii position behind her. "Oh, man!" he exclaimed immediately. "Like you really scorched the beef, Carole."
"I'm satisfied," Carole said almost curtly. "Let's get out of here."
Linda heard them walk toward the front hall. "You know somethin'?" Charlie said in a thoughtful voice as the front door opened. "There was a minute there I thought she was comin'. You don't suppose-?"
"With an ass like a hot stove-lid?" Carole remarked. "She was just trying to get away from the hairbrush."
"I ought to go take a look at that pillow she's on," Charlie said.
Linda flinched as though her sore behind had been struck again.
"You come out of here right now," Carole ordered. "You've seen enough for one day. Even if the pillow was wet it wouldn't mean anything except she'd pee'd herself a little. It's happened to me when I got a real blistering. Come on, I tell you."
Charlie made no reply.
In another instant Linda heard her apartment door close.
She heaved a long, quivering sigh that shook her to her clenched toes, then buried her face in the pillow in a renewed freshet of tears.