SUMMER VACATION

 

Sarah was mad at her mother. "Please... please, Mother. I don't want
to go with you and there is absolutely nothing for me to do there. Oh
please... let me stay home with Dad. I promise I will work around the
house," she begged and pleaded. Her mom was forcing her to go on vacation
to the lake even though Sarah was now in college and should be able to make
her own decisions.

"You know I look forward to spending a couple of weeks every summer with
you. I realize you are older now... but that shouldn't stop us from being
close... like any mother and daughter," her mother reasoned. "Anyway
young lady... you still live at home. So, until you have a place of your
own... you'll do as we ask." The plan was for the two to spend a week with
her mother's best friend and two daughters at a resort cabin. Sarah didn't
like the two girls and she didn't look forward to spending any time with
them.

They did have a close-nit family. Sarah really did like doing things
with her mother, Sally, just not this time. Her friends were planning a
couple of parties in the upcoming days and Sarah did not want to miss them.
Now out of her teen years, Sarah acted like she was already fully-grown and
mature enough to do whatever she wanted.

Sarah looked at her mother noting her determined look. She knew it was
hopeless to argue, but decided to make one last attempt to get out of the
planned holiday. "You know there won't be anything for me to do there...
and those two, young geeks will do everything possible to bother me and
piss me off. Gawd, Mother... they are such big pains in the ass. I have
absolutely nothing in common with either of them. Oh, please... please,
let me stay home?"

Sally merely turned to leave the room while speaking over her shoulder.
Her daughter stood with her mouth agape knowing her plight was futile.
"This is the only time of year we can be together and it means so much to
me. You are always so busy with college and your friends... we never get
a chance to chat." Sally departed the room and Sarah realized the immense
disappointment of a young woman who was always used to getting her own way.

***

The time flew by and before Sarah knew it, the dreaded vacation time had
arrived. Her mother drove and the trip started out extremely quiet. Sarah
was feeling sorry for herself and her mother gave her time to ponder the
upcoming week. Eventually, Sarah decided that her mother was right. It
was a perfect opportunity to renew their tight mother-daughter bond, so she
relaxed. Soon they started talking about everything and nothing, which
made the three-hour drive go by fast.

They were the first to arrive and were almost unpacked when Karen Nelson
and her daughters drove up to the cabin. The Nelson's lived in their
neighborhood and the parents visited regularly. Until Sarah graduated from
high school, she was forced to go with her parents on many occasions,
especially in her younger years. The parents considered Sarah the
babysitter because she was the oldest and the couples forced her to look
after the girls whenever they went somewhere. Sarah considered the teens
far too young for a mature, college student to associate with. The two
girls always had their noses in a book and it irritated Sarah to no end,
the way they giggled all the time like little schoolgirls.

Sarah was an extremely popular girl at college, never wanting for a
boyfriend. Maybe that was because of her sexy body, which seemed to seduce
a male even without trying. She was 5'8" and every curve was perfect.
Sarah did dress in a manner to showoff her extraordinary assets, but so did
most of the girls these days. Although she did not dress as risqué as some
of her girlfriends, Sarah did like to display some cleavage now and then.

That fact made many a man drool seeing her abundant boobs pushed up and
the luscious cleavage clearly revealed to hungry eyes. Her waist was quite
slim and that made her hips seem shapelier than ever, which drew the stares
of most men. Sarah liked to wear jeans so tight they did not leave much to
the imagination, revealing the succulent curves of her hips. Her long,
muscular legs seemed like a rainbow with a promise of a pot of gold at the
tops and her boyfriend never tired of running his hands over her shapely
legs.

Sarah did have a boyfriend who she had gone out with since the beginning
of the semester. That was another reason for not wanting to go on vacation
with her mother, but Sally told Sarah she would have the rest of the summer
to be with boys.

The sisters were Joan and Amy who were one year apart and still in high
school. They jumped out of the car giggling like crazy, which immediately
infuriated Sarah. Joan was well aware of how popular Sarah was and it made
her immensely jealous. Over the years, Joan tried being friendly with
Sarah, but she was rebuffed like a bad seed every time. Suddenly one day
while confiding with her younger sister Amy, Joan vowed to get even with
her neighbor if it was the last thing she ever did. The pact formed that
eventful day brought the two girls to the cabin with expectations of
fulfilling an exhilarating fantasy.

Joan and Amy's hearts pumped rapidly. Their faces were flushed and
appeared heated when they rushed up to the cabin. Sally helped Karen
unload everything while Sarah stayed in her bedroom dreading the fact the
two teenagers had arrived. Everything was put away when Sally and Karen
lounged in the kitchen chatting about the upcoming week. A holiday of a
few days at a cabin always seemed to be the best way to clear their
flustered minds from the hectic everyday life in the big city.

The mothers sat at the kitchen table making a list of things they needed
for the week. The list grew long and included everything from food snacks
to lounging attire. "This list is enough for a family of twenty to spend a
month here. Let's hit the road and see if we can buy the place out," Sally
said, grinning at her dear friend. "The girls can stay and clean the place
up... we'll be gone for a good three or four hours."

The nearest town with big enough stores to buy supplies was over thirty
minutes away. "Honey... look after the girls and we'll be back about
five," Sally said to her daughter. Even now that all the girls had grown
up, the mothers still treated Sarah as the babysitter. "Clean the place...
the beds... the living room... and please cleanup the bathroom. It's a
mess."

"But mother... I want to come. We can cleanup later," Sarah said,
trying her best to plead with her mother. She looked at the two young,
excited faces feeling a dire sense of being uncomfortable with the teens.

Sally and Karen departed with Sarah's mother yelling over her shoulder.
"You girls be good... and don't go chasing the boys from next-door," she
said. "And thanks sweetie... for coming here with me, and for helping out
while we're gone."

Sarah stared at the departing car wondering if her day could get any
worse. Suddenly there was bustling beside her and the teens moved close to
her. The cabin was not that big so there was no real place for Sarah to
hide from the teenagers. Joan and Amy acted excited and they suddenly
beset upon their gorgeous neighbor. 'Oh, gawd,' Sarah thought. 'Why do
these two little twerps keep pestering me?'

Suddenly Joan confronted Sarah. "So you think you are so much better
than we are?" Her comments made the young woman fidget and wonder how she
was going to put up with the teens until their mother's returned. "Do you
want to play a game with us... or are you too good?"

'Oh gawd, how frickin' childish... playing a stupid game with these
geeks,' Sarah thought. But she quickly decided not to make the dire
situation any worse so she took the high road instead of humiliating the
teenager.

"No... no, it's not that. I'm just not in the mood to play games,"
Sarah told the girls. Then she thought it best to recant and do what they
wanted. "I have to clean the place up... then maybe, if we have time...
but just till our moms get back." It was a mistake Sarah would live to
regret the rest of her life.

Sarah began the arduous task of cleaning, but suddenly she was joined by
the two teens. They pitched in doing the work as if they were possessed.
Sarah noticed their rising excitement nearing completion of their mother's
wishes, but she shrugged it off to them being so young and foolish.
Although there were two girls, Sarah still felt that she was in complete
control.

In less than an hour, the complete cabin was neat and spotless. It had
been left quite clean so it didn't take very much work to dust all over and
clean the kitchen and bathroom. Sarah pondered the dilemma of fending off
the teenagers with still at least three hours to kill before their mother's
returned. She lingered in the bathroom for stressful minutes before
running out of patience.

She entered the living room ready to face the two girls. Joan's face
lit up and immediately Sarah wondered why she was so bloody happy. "Now we
can play... a game. Do you know how to play poker?"

Joan had done her research on her seductive neighbor. She knew Sarah
and her college friends often played poker or blackjack. "Come... let's
play in our room. It'll be more comfortable using my bed," Joan said.
Both teens quickly headed for their bedroom giggling all the way until they
jumped on one of the twin beds. Sarah held her ground briefly, but she was
soon overcome with anxiety.

Sarah slowly walked across the living room standing in the doorway of
the girl's room. 'Dammit,' she thought, 'why did Mom and Karen have to
leave for the whole afternoon?' She looked at the grinning girls getting
madder by the second every time one of them giggled.

Joan had a deck of cards and she was getting ready to deal. She
motioned for Sarah to take a seat at the head of the bed, which was the
spot conveniently left vacant by the scheming sisters. Joan started to
deal and Sarah watched the cards slowly drift across the bed, forming three
poker hands.

Sarah was completely mystified at not being able to find a viable
solution for her dilemma. Although she despised the girls, Sarah reasoned
it would be better to play along with their silly game for the next few
hours. She took her assigned place at the head of the bed, slowly getting
comfortable by sitting in a cross-legged position. She was still dreaming
of being mad at her mother and at how much she hated being alone with Joan
and Amy when Joan grabbed her left arm.

Joan twisted hard and she quickly slapped a handcuff on her wrist.
Sarah was dumbfounded. The cuff was secured to the large, metal bedpost,
which severely hampered Sarah's struggle. With only her right arm free,
the two, very fit teenagers had little difficulty stretching Sarah's free
arm out long enough to slap another handcuff around her wrist. The
teenagers swiftly wrestled the young woman until she was flat on her back
with her arms outstretched to the corners of the twin bed.

Sarah was definitely stronger than either of the teenagers but the
elements of surprise and speed spelled her demise. Suddenly being a
prisoner became a dire aspect. "Joan! What the fuck do you think you are
doing? Undo the Goddamn cuffs at once or I'll kick your bloody ass." She
struggled by pulling and twisting her arms, but the metal bindings dug into
her flesh in a painful fashion. Her head rolled frantically from side to
side, as she tried to look at the bindings to see if they were real.

The first phase of Joan's plan was accomplished in mere moments with
Joan and Amy working in unison to show the young woman who was in control.
The sisters could hardly wait now that the gorgeous young woman struggled
hopelessly, bound securely to the bed. Their mom and Sally would not be
back for hours, which meant Sarah was at their mercy for a long, long time.
The teens were determined to treat the adventure like a game and play with
Sarah's body and mind for the whole time. Joan had told her sister, 'Now
we're going to see if the prissy bitch likes a taste of her own medicine.'

Sarah's life was changed in a split second. Everything happened fast
and Sarah was unable to express any further protest. The demonstration of
sheer power and strength was utterly profound. Joan stared into the young
woman's teary eyes.

Sarah looked into Joan's dark, brown eyes seeing something she had not
noticed before. Their eyes locked in a deadly encounter and it sent
numerous tremors through Sarah's body with the feeling this young girl held
the key to the future. Sarah could not remember such a strong feeling of
submissiveness, such a feeling that she was willing to surrender to one
person.

Joan's eyes conveyed absolute power and control. Her pretty face was
merely inches above Sarah and their eyes remained riveted. Suddenly cool
air rushed over her flushed skin and Sarah felt hands all over her body.
The world was closing in on her so she closed her eyes trying hard to
regain her sanity. Desperately, Sarah tried to think of a way out. 'No...
no... this can't be happening to me. Surely they won't take things too
far. Oh, my gawd, her eyes... her eyes almost made me faint. Gawd, I
never realized she was so strong,' Sarah thought. 'I wonder if I can
persuade them to let me go?'

Her dilemma was getting serious when all of a sudden the teenagers
proved overwhelming. Soft, tender lips barely grazed her own. Sarah was
frozen, unable to move a muscle to stop the teenager. A shiver shot
through her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head making her
scalp tingle with anxiety.

The sisters acted out Joan's devilish plan. Even with her eyes closed
tightly, Sarah knew her chest was exposed. Amy had rolled the halter-top
and bra upward bunching them around Sarah's neck, which allowed the cool
air to put goosebumps on her flushed chest. Suddenly, Joan put her hands
on the sides of Sarah's burning face, as if to give her guidance. When she
kissed the woman, the utter shock allowed Joan's tongue to invade Sarah's
mouth in French-kissing fashion.

Amy feasted on a woman's titties for the first time in her life. All of
her girlfriends who she had played silly, girlish games with could not
prepare Amy for the shuddering effect on her rising emotions. The nipples
were so hard, almost like little sand pebbles, bumpy yet velvety smooth.
They were perfect and Amy dreamed that one day her own breasts would be the
same. She licked one nipple and flicked it back and forth with her tongue.
Amy could feel Sarah's chest roll, as if to get away from the caresses, but
it did the woman little good.

Her sister was kissing the young woman. Amy could not tell who was
making the moans and groans, which sounded so much like lost desire. Amy
glanced upward to see the lips part long enough for Joan's tongue to entice
the older woman. Then Joan began raining kisses all over Sarah's blushing,
pretty face while her hands held the woman's head immobile.

Suddenly free from the daunting French kiss, Sarah pleaded for her life.
"Oh, gawd Joan... I'm so sorry for treating you badly. Oh gawd, please...
forgive me, please" she whispered, trying desperately to make amends.

Sarah never imagined anything could be so overwhelming. Her heart raced
so fast that all the blood seemed to rush to her face. She felt a little
dizzy. Her temples throbbed madly with blood pounding through them and
Sarah felt absolutely helpless against the girl's display of superiority.
The metal bindings dug into her wrists, making it impossible to use her
hands to resist the teenager's assault.

Suddenly, Joan grabbed her hair and twisted hard. She decided it was
time. She put her lips right next to Sarah's panic stricken face and
divulged her drastic plan. Sarah's total focus was on Joan's serious face.
"You are a slut... a slut slave who is going to be our slave the whole
time we are here," Joan whispered, holding the deadly stare. "You will do
everything Amy or I order you to do... without question, or else!"

Sarah's face showed her great concern, but also the utter confusion of
what was happening. Joan could see that the young woman struggled to
believe that all hope was lost. Her explanation would leave no doubt in
Sarah's head. "We're going to fuck you... fuck you so hard that you can't
stop cumming," she whispered, twisting harder on the handful of the young
woman's hair. Joan pulled Sarah's head up so that her face was next to her
own. "Amy honey is going to take some pictures of our gorgeous slave...
and we will hold them so that nobody else sees them. Well... unless our
little slave disobeys... then the whole world will see what a true slut
you are."

Joan's threats sent a shiver of despair through Sarah. She knew it was
extremely easy to devastate someone's future by using the Internet to
destroy a person's reputation. All of a sudden Sarah noticed the shinny
object in Amy's hands and she could hear the whirring of a moving disk.
The teen stood at the bottom of the bed and she was recording Sarah's
demise at the hands of her loyal sister.

There was nothing she could do. Sarah moaned when Joan innocently used
a pair of scissors to cut through the halter-top and bra before throwing
the garments across the room. Next her left hand reached to the back of
Sarah's head intertwining her fingers into the dark, curly hair. She held
Sarah's head positioned perfectly in front of the camera. Her face was
right beside the young woman's face and her hot breath streamed over
Sarah's flushed cheek. "Smile... smile for the camera," Joan said.
Suddenly she began cupping Sarah's boobs one at a time with her right hand
while continuing to hold her head steady. The young woman's eyes rolled
upward realizing the teen was purposely displaying her breasts so her
sister could take incriminating movies.

All of a sudden Sarah felt fingers on her shivering belly. The hand
sort of traced circles all over the burning flesh until coming to rest on
the elastic waistband of her shorts. Her tummy started doing erratic
gyrations when the fingers threatened to remove the garment. Suddenly she
couldn't breath. Joan's fingers slipped beneath the material and downward
until intertwining in the short curly hair.

Joan's lips suddenly touched her ear. "Hummmm... we'll have to get rid
of that. I don't like hair in my mouth," came the most shocking remark.
Sarah's breathing was very fast and ragged, as the dainty fingers teased
the curly strands ever so playfully. "Yes... I like my slaves shaved...
clean so when I eat them... I can feel their bare pussies with my tongue."

Joan didn't want to move her hand away from the sweaty crotch. "Amy...
please put the camera down for a second... and take off her shorts."

Immediately the young sister obeyed, setting the movie camera on the
bed. Sarah thought about kicking or trying to struggle, but quickly put the
thought out of her mind. Amy did not care about being careful. She merely
bent down and stripped the shorts off with one swift pull. Sarah stared at
her nudity not sure if she should plead or say anything. Suddenly the
young teenager grabbed the elastic band around Sarah's slim waist and
ripped the panties from her twisting torso.

Sarah's eyes bulged when she saw Joan's hand covering her upraised
pelvis. She couldn't see the girl's fingers but that didn't matter. The
long, slender middle finger slipped into the wetness and ran completely
along the narrow slit in a most threatening manner.

All of a sudden Sarah couldn't see her lower extremities. Amy yearned
for the time of her life. She feasted on Sarah's firm breasts and acted
out every fantasy from her past. The temptation to suck hard was far too
much for Amy to resist. She sucked hickies onto the white, velvety flesh
without any fear of retaliation from her victim. There was a big satisfied
smile on her face when she raised her head, looking at the marvelous
tattoos with a great sense of pride. Amy was extremely proud of the dark,
red marks on both of Sarah's luscious tits.

Sarah looked at her breasts with a wide astonished stare. She sobbed
out loud seeing the markings and knew they spelled doom if her mother or
anyone else saw them. Although her older sister had warned Amy not to put
any that might show when Sarah wore a swimsuit, she might have erred once
or twice. Then Amy got a strong urge to kiss and suck the two precious
nipples, which filled Sarah's belly with a million, tiny tremors.

Joan moved her head back slightly, which allowed her to adore her
beautiful slave. Sarah stared straight ahead and suddenly the teenager's
pretty face was inches in front of her. She looked into Joan's dark,
dreamy eyes once again and her heart almost burst out of her pounding
chest. There was a promise written in her eyes and Sarah felt drawn to the
teenager. The feeling was stronger than anything she had known.

The girl's hot breath washed over her burning face and Sarah's mind was
totally confused. She did not know what to do or even how to stop the
assault. Sarah could see the teen's lips moving yet there was no sound.
She shook her head a little and focused harder. "I have dreamed of this
day for a long, long time. We are going to make you pay for treating us
like little pissheads," Joan whispered.

Suddenly Sarah could hear every word. She stared into the dreamy eyes
and heard the promise for the future. "You're going to be my girlie this
week... mine and Amy's. If you don't do everything we say... I'll give
your pictures to everyone I meet."

Sarah fully intended to fight and protest, but her heart beat too fast
anticipating Joan's promise. "You embarrassed me... you humiliated me...
and now I am going to get even. You're going to be my faithful slut!"
Suddenly the teenager made a confession. "I want to be with you... I
think you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Joan smiled at the struggling young woman when she gave an order to her
young sister. "Amy... do it again. Take more pictures of our beautiful
prisoner. Make sure to capture the wench when I make her my slave," she
whispered, making Sarah pull harder against the restraints.

Bright flashes of light temporarily blinded Sarah. Amy took single
pictures instead of a movie with the camera, as she wanted to frame every
aspect of the seduction. She focused on the twisting torso and on her
sister's smiling face. Joan had a razor in her hand and she waved it in
front of Sarah's grimacing face as she whispered in her ear. "Don't
fight... you'll only hurt yourself. Lay back and relax... and watch, as
I shave your pretty cunt."

Joan could sense the young woman's desperation so she decided to put an
end to her turmoil. "Don't move... I don't want to cut my precious with
the razor. Be still!" she ordered, making Sarah hesitate. "Once I shave
your delicious pussy... you're going to become my devoted slut."

Sarah's eyes rolled upward into her head when she felt the girl's hands
on her midsection. She could feel Joan spread cool, foamy lather all over
her pelvis just before the sharp blade went to work. There was no way she
could look but Sarah felt each slow, deliberate pass of the razor like it
was the ultimate torturer. When the girl was finished shaving, she patted
the reddened pelvis and smiled when the young woman's hips quivered madly
with each slap. "There... that's much better. Now it's time to turn you
into a real slut."

Sarah didn't think anything could get worse, but she was dead wrong.
When the nipple clamps sprang down on her tender nipples, she uttered an
earth-rattling scream. It was the worst pain of her life when the stiff
clamps cut into her upraised nipples. Sarah barely heard the girl's
remarks and all she could think about was the dreadful pain.

"It won't hurt for much longer... just be a good girlie for your
mistress. You're about to feel the best... Amy's the best. Her hot mouth
is so skilled, but when she uses her teeth on your cunt... it'll blow your
mind." Joan tongued the side of the groaning woman's face and took the
liberty to jab her ear as well. "Dear Amy is going to make you cream like
never before... I promise."

All of a sudden the girl grabbed Sarah's head holding it firmly in her
hands. Joan stared into the tear-filled eyes and she noticed the complete
willingness of her crying prisoner. "Open your legs love... Amy is going
to show you true desire," she whispered. Suddenly Joan kissed her hard.
Her tongue pressed against Sarah's lips and at once they were opened.

Totally confused and overwhelmed by the intense pain and the enduring
kiss, Sarah didn't realize her legs were widely splayed. Amy easily pushed
the slender limbs apart until she swooped between them with her eyes
riveted on the ultimate prize. Her emotions were frenzied from dreaming
about what her sister had outlined in her devious plan.

Joan had instructed Amy to tongue and nibble the young woman until Sarah
climaxed. 'The sisters were taking no prisoners,' as Joan put it, 'and it
was imperative that Amy kept up a non-stop assault.' Joan bragged how they
would be able to ravage and control Sarah during the entire summer
vacation. The young woman would be their devoted slave doing everything and
anything they ordered her to do. The last thing Amy thought of before her
mouth closed over the wet, pink slit was Joan's boast that they would also
seduce Sarah's mother.

The taste of a real woman was mind-boggling. Amy's tongue thrust
between the puffy labia and instantly licked the swollen clitoris. Sarah
didn't even realize her hips bounced up and down frantically on the bed, as
her whole concentration was on her agonizing nipples and the heated kiss.
All of a sudden she felt her tummy doing numerous convulsions and there was
an intense throbbing between her thighs. Miraculously, the pain in her
nipples subsided just as the pain in her crotch struck. Amy's teeth closed
on the tender clitoris and she bit down a lot harder than intended,
displaying a little girl's lost passion.

The searing mouth devoured Sarah's precious opening but it was the teeth
that caused her to scream in protest. She moaned out loud just as the
girl's teeth closed on her throbbing clit. Amy yanked, twisted and pulled
the tender bud bringing cries for mercy from her prisoner. At first there
was pain but that quickly dissipated, replaced by the most intense desire.
All of a sudden the girl's tongue skillfully battered the raw clitoris,
which was buried deep in her mouth.

Sarah's head rolled side-to-side breaking the authoritative kiss and she
pleaded with the teenagers. "Oh, gawd no... this can't be happening to
me. Gawd no... please, what are you doing? Gawd, it hurts... hurts so
much," Sarah moaned in a distraught fashion. Suddenly Amy's tongue lapped
the throbbing clitoris like a thirsty dog. "Oh, my gawd... what are you
doing? Gawd... please stop!"

All of a sudden Joan seized the perfect opportunity. The assault by her
young sister took all of Sarah's focus so it was easy for Joan to attack.
"Enjoy, my pet... now you are going to be my very own slut," she
whispered. Sarah felt the teen's hot breath on her flustered face, as her
temperature continued to rise. "This is for every mean thing you said...
and did to me. Tell Mistress what you are going to do to make her happy!"

Joan leaned forward kissing the woman of her dreams on the lips again.
She thought about sexual fantasies of making Sarah her devoted slave. Joan
realized that the woman may despise her but that would change. She was
determined to show the young woman that she was strong enough to be her
Mistress.

Their eyes locked in an intent stare with the older woman feeling like
she was a little girl being punished. Joan gave Sarah's head a rough
squeeze indicating she wanted a response and Sarah was helpless to resist.

Sarah desperately wanted to beg the sisters to stop. 'If only the
little bitch would stop doing that to my pussy,' she thought. Amy had her
skilled finger deep inside the squirming woman knowing full well what would
happen when she raked the most sensitive G-spot with the tip of her finger.
The whole time Amy caressed Sarah's control button, her mouth devoured the
puffy clitoris much to Sarah's dismay.

Sarah had to break the intense stare. She twisted her head in an effort
to regain her composure. Suddenly her mature, fully-grown body was in a
state of turmoil and she couldn't understand her fiery emotions. Her heart
raced so fast that her entire body felt flushed and overheated to the point
she started to sweat.

"Please Joan... Joan please," Sarah whispered. The teenager abruptly
cut her off. Joan gave her head a vicious jerk implying Sarah was not
making her happy.

"Please... Mistress. Oh, Mistress... I'm so sorry... I never meant
to be mean to you," Sarah whispered with her voice breaking uncontrollably.

All the while the standoff with Joan was happening, Amy tongued the
exposed clitoris like it was the sweetest candy. With every pass, her
teeth grazed the raw clit making every muscle in Sarah's body spasm. Her
finger never left the ribbed G-spot. Suddenly Joan was kissing her again
and her tongue instantly pushed into Sarah's mouth.

Joan looked out of the corner of her eyes and spotted the two perfectly
shaped nipples. She saw the metal clad buds standing proudly in the air
like powerful magnetic peaks. The teenager let the tantalizing picture
fill her mind until she could no longer resist. Her mouth dropped to the
nearest nipple. The very tip of her tongue danced over the extended
nipple, making Sarah's chest heave upward.

Joan did not want to act like an uncontrolled schoolgirl, so she kept
teasing. Her tongue danced from one nipple to the other soaking the tips
so that the cool air kept the buds rock-hard. The teenager hugged and
embraced Sarah in a display of erotic madness.

Joan's skilled fingers and tongue caressed the metal-clad nipples just
as the surgeon cut through the last resistance. Amy's tongue battered the
extended clitoris back and forth while she held the soaked pussy lips fully
open. All of a sudden Amy rammed her tongue into the tiny hole. Every
muscle in the young woman's body tensed. Suddenly convulsions roared
through Sarah's midsection and they were far beyond anything she
experienced before.

Joan felt the lost abandonment. Her mouth and fingers worked magic and
her young sister exposed the secret to the puzzle. Lust had overtaken
Sarah's sense and logic and the resulting orgasm was earth-shaking. In a
show of trust and tenderness, Joan released the handcuffs from her slave's
arms. Sarah's wrists were quite sore from the constant pressure but
luckily there would be no deep abrasions.

When the spasms eventually subsided enabling Sarah to stop thrashing,
she let out the longest groan of exhaustion. Lingering feelings of warmth
and tenderness filled her head, as Joan continued to plant light kisses and
pecks all over her flushed skin. First Joan kissed her face before moving
her lips down Sarah's long, sensitive neck. When Joan embraced her boobs,
Sarah pushed her chest up to the loving mouth.

Suddenly the teen removed the clamps and kissed the aching embezzled
nipples. Sarah had never felt such an intense caress, as her nipples
seemed to yearn for the teen's hot mouth. When Joan engulfed one of her
nipples, Sarah started to whimper. The burning mouth shifted from one
throbbing nipple to the other every few seconds and it gave Sarah the most
wonderful sensations.

Her arms free, Sarah embraced the teenager trying to let her know how
much she appreciated the tender caresses. She put her hands on the sides
of Joan's face pretending to guide the powerful lips all over her chest.
"Oh, my gawd... I never knew... knew I could feel like this," Sarah
whispered, letting Joan know her most intimate feelings. "Joan...
Mistress... I'm sorry for how I acted. Please, forgive me... please!"

There was doubt about Joan's forgiveness. She hugged the hopeful young
woman knowing the next few days were going to be rewarding and fulfilling.
"We should get dressed... our mothers will be back in less than an hour,"
she said. Suddenly she sucked one of Sarah's enlarged nipples holding the
bud between her teeth while stretching it outward. Her eyes found Sarah's
and they held for anxious seconds before Joan let the nipple slip out of
her hot mouth with a loud sucking sound.

"These are mine... you're mine. You're going to sleep in our room
tonight... and the rest of the week. And you'll do whatever Mistress
wants... or else," Joan whispered, holding a stern stare the whole time.
"Now get dressed... but just the halter and shorts... nothing else."

The girl's eyes dared Sarah to say something. Captivated by the stare,
the young woman merely nodded. When no word or protest was spoken, Joan
let Sarah go so that they all could get dressed.

***

Sally and Karen returned with bags of goodies. They unpacked and Sally
was slightly shocked at her daughter's appearance. It was obvious that
Sarah wasn't wearing a bra from the large protrusions in her halter-top.
In reality, Sarah's nipples had never felt so large, as they were still
swollen from the afternoon punishment. Sarah blushed seeing how her
mother's stare lingered on her chest, but she didn't try to hide the
obvious bumps in her top for fear of making a bigger scene.

Sally shrugged it off to a week of tranquility. 'After all,' she
thought. 'Why not get comfortable and relax with dear friends?'

The evening passed with a nice meal and a couple hours of conversation.
It had been a long day and everyone agreed that an early bedtime was
appropriate. The long drive in the sweltering sun and the hectic afternoon
had taken a toll on everyone. Joan and Amy giggled in their normal girlish
manner, as they headed for bed, but Sarah's departure surprised her mother.
Sally almost fainted when her daughter followed the sisters.

"I am going to sleep with Joan and Amy. We have lots of catching up to
do," Sarah told her mother.

Sally was too shocked to say anything at first. After a few seconds, it
was too late to give a response to the shocking news. She wanted to say
that it would be too crowded and uncomfortable with only twin beds in the
room, but it seemed silly to state the obvious. Sally looked at Karen for
help but her friend quickly departed for her own bedroom. Karen knew her
daughters well enough to know that they had planned everything right down
to the sleeping arrangements.

Sally sat by herself in the living room and listened to the others going
to bed. She glanced around trying hard to comprehend what was happening.
The light was shinning from under Karen's door and it was obvious her
friend was going to bed. Sally looked at the closed door of the other
bedroom wondering what was really happening in the crowded room. She
almost wanted to burst into the room demanding other sleeping arrangements,
but somehow she merely walked over to the door.

She listened not knowing why. "Come her pet... let me take that off,"
Sally heard a voice she knew was Joan's. "Hmmm... those are nice and
hard... they do look very beautiful... so big, so hard. Oh my... oh my,
this is very wet. Come closer... let me feel. Hmmm... Shaved... I like
that!"

Sally rushed off to her own bedroom. She couldn't take any more of the
drastic words coming from the assumed sex chamber. So many scenarios were
running through her head and each vision made Sally shudder from the vivid
fantasies. She imagined her daughter in a small, crowded bed between the
two teenagers. It wasn't her daughter who was the aggressor but the two
teens. Sally's emotions soared to immense heights and she really didn't
understand why such circumstances made her feel anything other than utter
disgust.

She tried not to listen, but it was impossible to not hear the creaky
bed. The movements and sounds of a ruckus from the next bedroom made Sally
put a pillow over her head so she could get peace. It took what seemed
like hours before she could get to sleep and even then she tossed and
turned all night.

***

In the morning, everyone assembled in the kitchen like nothing had
happened. Every once in awhile, Sally caught the oldest teenager sort of
grinning at her but she shook it off to youthful enthusiasm. She kept
looking at her own daughter noticing a radiant expression that seemed to
make her appear fresh and relaxed.

The discussions eventually got around to the day's festivities. Joan
and Amy quickly decided they wanted to get some sun and try for a suntan.
"We never have time to lay around at home... let's do it here. The
backyard is perfect for sun tanning," Joan said. "Sarah... I have the
cutest suit you can wear. Come... let's get changed."

Sally's eyes bugged out when the three girls went into their bedroom.
When her friend first spoke, she didn't hear her. "Well... we may as well
get some too. Some sun would do us good," Karen said. "Let the kids have
some fun and we'll just lay around and enjoy the lovely weather."

It didn't take long before everybody was reassembled in the living room.
Everyone sort of looked around the room trying not to let their eyes
linger, but still notice each other's attire. Sally saw that her friend
was wearing a similar outfit to her own, which was a modern, two-piece
swimsuit perfect for tanning. Joan and Amy wore bikinis that you might see
on a Jamaican beach. The tops were quite revealing and left little to
one's imagination, as to the teenager's voluptuous breasts.

Sally's heart skipped a beat seeing the new suit her daughter wore. It
was a bright pink and it was similar to Joan and Amy's. Sally had never
seen Sarah wear anything so skimpy on the bottom. The high-cut sides left
Sarah's thighs completely bare while the back did the same to her luscious
butt cheeks.

When Sally glanced her daughter's chest, she gasped at the risqué sight.
The skimpy bikini revealed far too much of Sarah's abundant breasts, but it
was the obvious marks that shocked Sally the most. There was a dark red
mark on Sarah's right boob that certainly appeared to be a hickie and the
shadow of two more on her other boob. Sally could only stare at her
daughter wondering what had come over her darling child.

Sally's heart beat fast with growing anxiety, as she watched the three
girls head outside. The backyard offered complete privacy and the girls
found a level spot for sun tanning. It was hot and the sun was shining.
Joan spread a large blanket on the ground and she quickly let her plans be
known. "This spot... in the middle is reserved for you. Let's get some
sun and make it the best vacation... ever," Joan said, with all her
attention on Sarah. "Lie down... and I'll put some lotion on that perfect
body of yours."

Karen and Sally sat on the deck admiring the girls. They commented on
how nicely they seemed to be getting along. "Joanie was telling me that
she was wrong about Sarah... that she suddenly considered her a special
friend. I can't believe how the girls have grown up... and all the
childish pranks have been forgotten," Karen said to her friend. "I think
this holiday will be good for the girls."

Sally wondered at the strange actions of her daughter. Sarah mentioned
over the years that she didn't like Joan or Amy, but that seemed to change
overnight. "Yes... Sarah seems to have changed. She didn't want to come
this week... you know young women? She has a boyfriend now... and I
guess they planned a party on the weekend."

The moms sat chatting on the deck, not really paying much attention to
their daughters. Time passed until Karen excused herself by saying she was
going to get lunch ready. "You stay in the sun... I will mix up some
brunch... I have goodies planned for the whole week. Do you remember how
we ate pizza every day for lunch that year at the ski resort?" Karen said.
"This year... it will be fruit... all kinds of buns and muffins... and
lots of salads. You stay out here while I get everything ready."

Sally faced the girls not really thinking about much. Suddenly she
noticed Joan was reapplying suntan lotion on Sarah who was lying on her
back. The girl's fingers moved in a slow circular motion over Sarah's
midsection. All of a sudden, Joan's fingers seemed to slide underneath the
bikini top with each circular pass. From her vantage point, Sally swore
that Joan's fingers lingered under the flimsy top and her daughter did
nothing to stop the brazen actions.

She was positive that the girl was playing with Sarah's nipple. The
girl's hand was moving and it appeared her fingers were rolling something
around vigorously, causing Sarah's mouth to move. Sally couldn't hear what
was said, but she noticed the girl blow a little kiss at her daughter.

Sally stared at the daunting display. Joan squirted more lotion into
her hand before coating Sarah's other breast with abundant oil. Her hand
slipped under the bikini cup rubbing the oil on Sarah's breast before
playing with the hard nipple. This time it was very obvious to Sally that
the massage had affected her daughter because of two large bumps showing in
the shear bikini material.

Sally wondered if she should say something to put a stop to the
foolishness? Her sunglasses hid the fact she was watching but Joan noticed
the woman's intent staring anyway. All of a sudden Joan shifted attention
to legs and she started at Sarah's bare feet. She coated the velvety skin
to protect her newfound friend from the sun's intense rays, but that was
merely the result of her seduction. Swiftly, the feet, ankles and legs all
the way up to the slender thighs glistened brilliantly from the suntan
lotion.

The teen vowed to put on a good show. She planned to take full
advantage of her control over Sarah, but most importantly, she planned to
demonstrate her superiority to Sarah's mother. Sally watched the girl
massage her daughter's shapely thighs. 'Oh my gawd. Did she spread her
legs?' Sally stared intently at the meaningful seduction. 'OMG... she did
and Joan's hand is... gawd, it's between her legs.'

Sarah's breathing was extremely ragged and Sally noticed her daughter's
chest rising and falling in rapid fashion. Suddenly Sally felt like she
had to do something. She got up from her chair and walked the short
distanced to the girls. Joan saw her coming and quickly put her lips to
Sarah's ear. "Don't move! Stay absolutely still. I want your mother to
know I'm your mistress," she whispered. Her hand stayed between the
shivering thighs and Sarah felt a meaningful tug on her bikini bottom.
Joan adjusted the outfit with a definite scheme in mind. "Let your mother
see... what a slut you are."

Sarah felt totally degraded by the teen's actions. Joan had oiled her
pussy and then left it totally exposed on purpose. Sarah raised her arm
intending to readjust her bikini, but Joan's hand swiftly left her pelvis
and grabbed Sarah's wrist with a definite show of force. Their eyes locked
and Joan whispered. "Let your mother see!" Sarah whimpered and reluctantly
followed the teen's order, putting her arm down at her side.

Sally walked around the girls so she was standing at their feet. She
almost collapsed. Her legs vibrated crazily when she stared at her
daughter's pussy. The oily bikini material was pushed all the way to the
side, which left Sarah's precious jewel uncovered. Lucky for Sally that
she was wearing sunglasses. Her eyes virtually popped out of her head when
she stared at her daughter's brazen nakedness.

Sally wasn't sure if it was the fact that Sarah was completely shaven,
which made her look like a little girl; or the fact her puffy labia were
glistening in the midday sun because they were coated with suntan oil, but
she suddenly lost her courage and stood frozen on the spot, as if waiting
for something to happen.

Joan removed her sunglasses and she stared at Sarah's mother, daring her
to do something. Sally felt the intense glare from the teen and her first
look into the stern eyes sent a shiver of doubt up and down her spine. She
had never felt so mature yet so powerless in her life, as she did at that
moment.

Her mouth opened because she felt obliged to speak, but it took a second
or two before any sound came out. "Ah... hmmm... Aaah, Karen has lunch
almost ready. Let's get something to eat." Sally's legs were like rubber
when she started to walk back to the cabin. It almost appeared like she
stumbled or tripped a couple of times, but it was merely the fact her legs
were so shaky.

Sally didn't dare look back at the girls until she had gone through the
patio doors. She joined Karen inside and breathed a big sigh of relief
when she glanced outside to see the girls slowly getting to their feet.
The girls leisurely rubbed the excess oil from their bodies and Sally
thought the teens were overly dramatic. Joan and Amy brazenly put their
hands all over her daughter who appeared to squirm and struggle, as she
tried to stay out of their grasp.

Sarah eventually headed toward the doors. When she was half way to the
cabin, Sally quickly excused herself by telling Karen that she had to
change. She almost ran into her bedroom leaving her friend slightly
surprised at her abrupt departure. Sally's heart beat a thousand times a
minute and her face felt totally flushed. She had been in the bedroom
about a minute when Sarah tapped on the door and entered.

Sarah looked at her mother knowing she had to say something. "I...
uuummm... I know you saw. But she made me do it. Joan made me lay like
that so you could see," she whispered so softly that the explanation was
almost inaudible. Sarah didn't know how to tell her mother that the
teenager had broken her spirit. She thought that shifting the blame might
work. "You wanted me to be friends with them?"

Sally mouth was agape. "Yes, but... but not that friendly, honey.
Dear gawd... you let her touch you. What has gotten into you?" Sally
stared at her daughter and watched her squirm and shift with extreme
anxiety. "Do you want me to say something to Joan and Amy," she asked,
wanting to help her beloved daughter.

"Mother... mother please! You don't understand. You can't do
anything... she has pictures of me. Oh gawd, they took pictures of me
naked... tied to a bed... and with Joan shaving me," Sarah whispered with
her voice quivering badly. "She'll show them to everyone... post them on
the net if I don't do what they want."

Suddenly Sally held out her arms and Sarah fell into them. They hugged
for many seconds with Sally trying to decide the best course of action.
"Joanie will listen to me. She'll leave you alone if I talk to her," Sally
whispered. "Oh, my gawd, honey. She touched you there... put oil all
over your..."

Sarah felt the warmth and compassion from her mother. "But she forced
me mother. She made me do it and I... I just didn't know how to stop
her," she said, trying to excuse her actions. "Mother... you don't
realize what Joan is like... don't say anything to her."

"Honey... don't be silly. I am a mother... a grownup. I can take
care of myself."

A sudden knock on the door scared the two. "Time to eat... com'on and
get it," Karen shouted.

Slowly, Sally stopped the embrace giving her daughter a tender kiss on
the cheek. "We better go... but I'll do something about this later."

***

The evening passed with both Sally and Sarah feeling a sense of
desperation. When Karen excused herself going to bed before anyone else,
Sally made the decision to speak to Joan and Amy. She waited for the two
teenagers to go to bed before acting. Just as Joan was about to shut the
bedroom door, Sally quickly moved so she could speak softly to the
teenager. "Joan... honey. Can I talk to you for a second?"

Joan smiled a big, warm smile and held the door open for Sally.
"Certainly... I expected you to say something about this afternoon.
Please come in... Amy and I would love to know you better." The warm,
friendly greeting sent a shiver through Sally's body especially after
hearing the teenager expected a confrontation.

The teenager only held the door open wide enough so that Sally had to
squirm to enter. Sally was sure that Joan purposely put her hand on her
shoulder and let it slide down her torso when she walked into the room.
Suddenly the door shut and Sally felt the strong urge to run out of the
room, which was rapidly closing in on her. She stared at the teenager
noticing a confidence of someone who was in absolute control and with
nothing to worry about.

"I'm sorry your daughter was such a slut this afternoon... she begged
me to rub the suntan oil all over. She opened her legs and told me to rub
oil on her cunt... and said she wanted you to see it." Joan's plan was
purely to go on the offensive and she considered her plan foolproof. Her
ultimate objective was standing directly in front of her, shaking so bad
that it made Joan grin with even more confidence.

Sally stared at the teen. Joan's face conveyed sheer power and strength
and she dared the mother to call her a liar. She even stepped closer to
Sally so that they were merely a foot apart. Then she waited, and waited.

The seconds ticked off the clock with Sally starting to break out in an
anxious sweat. Joan's revelation stunned her to the point where she was
lost for a good retort. "Bu... but, I thought... you," Sally whispered,
unable to think of a reasonable rationale for her displeasure with the
girls.

All of a sudden Joan was in her face. She pushed Sally hard in the
center of her chest so that the woman fell backwards landing on the narrow
bed. Amy moved so fast that Sally didn't see her until she was right
behind her on the bed. Sally tried to sit up and her eyes opened in awe
when Joan stood between her legs pushing her feet apart. She merely
watched at the bold actions of the teenager before staring up into the
dark, steely eyes.

Sally's stomach churned madly and it was filled with intense
anticipation. She knew the girls were going to do something drastic, but
yet she was powerless to move a muscle to escape. Every common sense told
her to run but she remained motionless, as if waiting to be taken by the
same girls who took her daughter.

"Get up on the bed... higher, higher so Amy can tie your arms. That's
it... now put your arms up... above your head," Joan said while both
girls helped get the older woman in position. Sally was amazed to find
herself laying on her back with her arms outstretched above her head, just
as the teen ordered. When she felt the cold metal clamps lock around her
wrists, Sally merely uttered whimpers of abandonment.

All of a sudden Joan jumped on the bed. She rolled over Sally's
outstretched body until she was sitting over the woman's midsection. When
Joan's hands went to her heaving chest, Sally's breathing became even more
ragged. Slowly, as if teasing, Joan's hands slipped under the loose
fitting halter-top. Their eyes held in a most intimate stare and Sally
could feel cool air washing over her suddenly exposed chest.

Joan slipped the clothing above the woman's boobs. Sally's body was on
fire. Never had her tits been so sensitive with her nipples hard enough to
throb madly. She could not remember being so wet. The juices seemed to be
running from her fiery belly and she could not remember wanting something
so badly.

The teen smiled and her fingers did immense damage. Joan rolled the
extended nipples between her strong fingers and she pulled them up from
Sally's heaving chest. Every time the teen touched her, her body reacted
in a way Sally would never forget.

Joan leaned down so she could whisper in Sally's ear. "You are even
hornier than your daughter. There is only one way to make me happy." She
paused for effect before giving the woman an order. "You will start
telling me everything... what you feel... what you want... and best of
all, what you desire."

Sally's sole concentration was on Joan and her commands. She couldn't
see past the girl's body but felt the drastic consequences of being tied
up. Sally felt strange hands on her lower body and she knew Amy was hard at
work. Why Sally raised her hips, when the teen insisted she do so, was a
mystery to her. Suddenly her hips were in the air and Amy stripped her
dignity, throwing her shorts and panties across the room.

Amy was between Sally's legs before the woman could squeeze them
together. The teen easily pushed her way into the growing gap until her
lithe body lay between the widespread limbs. Sally's sole focus was on
Amy's older sister, which enabled the younger teen to find utopia.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you... fuck your sweet cunt just like I
did Sarah's," Joan whispered, with Sally reading her lips at the same time.
Sally was sure her heart could not beat any faster, but she was wrong. In
a split second, Joan rotated until her mouth hovered above one of the
golden nuggets. Her tongue lashed out and licked the very tip of Sally's
right nipple and her sister did the same thing to the suddenly exposed
clitoris.

Sally's body shuddered so violently that her arms pulled hard on the
handcuffs. Any pain was easily forgotten and she pushed her chest up at
the hungry mouth. Her heart beat faster and all of a sudden the rushing
blood hit the top of her head. Joan's teeth surrounded her enlarged
nipple, biting down hard enough to cause pain. Amy sucked the tender
clitoris into her mouth and put the puffy clit between her teeth. The
sisters turned the grown woman into their sex slave in a swift heartbeat.

Joan could not recall anyone climaxing so fast. She marveled at the
pretty face contorted in immense agony trying to stop the orgasm, as it
rushed towards the summit. Joan knew if she stopped caressing the nipples,
it would prolong the affair but Joan didn't want to pause. Her goal was to
gain complete control and this was merely the first step in becoming
mistress of a goddess she had admired for years.

All of a sudden Amy grabbed a handful of curly hair just as Sally's
spasms subsided. Amy pulled hard almost ripping some hair from the woman's
upraised pelvis. "Oh please... please don't, it hurts," Sally moaned
feeling enormous pain.

Joan knew what her sister was doing. "Yes, I know. Mistress doesn't
like dirty pussies... so I'm going to shave it... shave your dirty pussy
so it looks just like Sarah's," Joan whispered, making Sally's stomach
quiver crazily. "So it's nice and clean and then I can make you cream
again... and again. Do you want to cream for Mistress?"

Sally stared into the paralyzing eyes. She was always the aggressor and
the one to make decisions. But suddenly Sally stared into the dark, mystic
eyes feeling like a virgin teenager again.

Amy gave the hair another swift jerk and Joan pressed for the kill.
"What do you want Joanie to do? I want to hear you."

"Oh Joan... Joan," but that was all she could say before the teens
showed their disapproval.

"I'm not Joan. Who am I?" Joan whispered.

"Oh, Mistress... please... make me look pretty. Like you did Sarah,"
Sally moaned, her voice breaking with every word.

Joan wanted to tease and humiliate her to the extreme. She knew the
woman was under her spell and she was determined to take full advantage.
"Yes... you want Mistress to shave your dirty pussy. So it is clean...
and then I can make you cum... again! Oh my... you acted like a little
schoolgirl... that first time."

Sally was embarrassed beyond anything she could imagine. Her whole body
was flushed and so heated that her mind was almost delirious. It was as if
being bound and tied to the bed that made the affair even more alluring.
Her emotions soared and Sally found it impossible to calm her rising desire
from what the teens were doing to her.

She could not remember anytime in her past when a second orgasm happened
so soon after experiencing a climax. Sally did everything in her power to
extinguish the fires but nothing seemed to help.

Suddenly Joan was kissing her face. Joan's lips kissed and her tongue
left a wet trail all across Sally's rosy cheek until stopping at the side
of her face. "Spread... that's a good girl. Spread your legs... you're
going to cream all over my fingers," Joan whispered with her lips touching
her ear. "I can tell Amy likes your boobies... she loves sucking big,
hard nipples."

Sally's chest was completely vulnerable to the teenager. Amy attacked
with a vengeance knowing exactly what her sister wanted her to do. The
teen slapped Sally's boobs back and forth while feasting on both nipples
without any fear of rejection.

Sally desperately wanted to plead for mercy. She felt the rising tide
of desire knowing that at any second an orgasm would flood her entire
being. Her legs were spread wide but she seemed to have no control over
them. Joan's hand was on top of her pelvis and the teen's long middle
finger was pressed into the vast wetness.

"I like the way your body reacts when I touch you there," Joan
whispered, giving her ear a lick with her tongue. "Try to hold back...
try not to orgasm. Wait for me... wait so I can eat your cunt and put my
tongue inside your honey-hole."

Joan put the puffy clitoris between her fingers and squeezed. It was
the last caress Sally would remember, as violent convulsions rocked her
midsection. The teen sucked Sally's ear and she used her tongue like a
tiny penis while her fingers inflicted immense damage.

Sally couldn't think of anything she wanted more than climaxing. The
teen stretched her clit and pinched just hard enough so that the pain
turned into pure ecstasy. When Joan kissed her on the lips, Sally returned
the kiss like she was a lost lover. Their tongues intertwined and the kiss
turned into a heated embrace that consumed the woman's last remaining shred
of decency.

Her pussy belonged to another woman while Amy feasted on her sweet
charms. The younger sister sucked one throbbing nipple inside her mouth
and she had the other between her strong fingers. Amy had been well
coached by her older sister and knew exactly how to caress a woman's boobs.
She lapped the swollen bud until it was a marble covered with spit. Then
she shifted to the other nipple moving back and forth every few seconds
ensuring both buds throbbed madly.

Sally had no recollection of when or how the teenager finally tattooed
marks of ownership and possession on her creamy tits. It would be much
later when the distraught mother would notice the dark, red marks all over
her boobs.

Suddenly Joan's fingers pushed deeper between the puffy labia pinching
harder on the core of the oily clit. "It feels like my slave wants to cum.
Do you... do you want to cum?" she whispered very softly in Sally's ear
while rolling the clit vigorously. "I just love it when older women act
like schoolgirls... and cream all over my fingers."

Sally was more desperate than ever. She couldn't stop her hips
thrusting upwards madly trying to meet the girl's demands. 'Oh gawd,' she
thought. 'Maybe I'm not the only one and this isn't so wrong.' Suddenly
Sally lost her train of thought with her total focus on the exploding
orgasm. She tried hard not to make noises and merely let the rushing waves
cleanse any sinful thoughts in her lust-filled mind.

The teenagers were rough and demanding. Sally had never been treated so
harshly and she was afraid to hold anything back for fear of making the
teens mad. The orgasm lasted forever. Nearing the end, Joan rammed her
finger into Sally's honey-hole, raking the tip of her finger across the
most sensitive G-spot. The teenager finger-fucked Sally while ripping
every last spasm from her inner being.

Sally was positive she slipped into an unconscious dreamland. When her
mind drifted back to reality, she realized that Joan was fulfilling her
promise. Being older and much more mature meant nothing to the two
teenagers, as they treated the grown woman like a slave. Sally's eyes
opened in awe when the teenager turned her precious pelvis into a bald
prairie. She watched stroke after stroke of the razor, as Joan shaved
every curly hair from her womanly treasure.

All of a sudden Sally realized her arms were free but she wasn't going
anywhere. The sisters, with each taking liberties, embraced her hot,
sweaty body. Joan finished shaving her clean and the teenager marveled at
Sally's beauty. Suddenly the teen's fingers teased and slipped between
Sally's legs. The roller coaster started again and Sally's body reacted
violently to the bold caresses. The blatant fingers dipped into the vast
wetness ensuring to lightly stroke the raw clitoris with each pass. Each
time her clit was caressed, Sally's hips thrust wildly at the invader.

The little bitch knew what she was doing and Joan planned keeping Sally
fully aroused. Joan intended keeping Sally enslaved all night even though
it could bring drastic consequences from her mother. She whispered in
Sally's ear and felt the woman shudder from hearing numerous evil requests.

Sally lay in the girls' arms, as they molested her naked body nonstop.
She was utterly amazed at the difference between the two sisters. Joan was
tender, elusive and very purposeful with her caresses and embraces. Sally
willingly succumbed to Joan's foreplay feeling that the teen was her
Mistress.

Amy, on the other hand, was reckless, rough and even fearless when she
assaulted her dream woman. Strangely, the young teen used more force than
necessary, which caused pain, but every time she did, she would stop just
before Sally screamed. Then the teen would use her tongue or burning mouth
to soothe and appease Sally until her emotions cleared the highest summit.

Somehow her hands obeyed the whispers in her ear. Sally knew better and
dearly wanted to put a stop to the sinful affair. She knew spending more
time in the girl's room would surely be incriminating. There were many
reasons for leaving the room but somehow escape seemed impossible.

Sally lost track of the number of times she climaxed. She thought
multiple orgasms meant a woman experiencing two or maybe three in a
relatively short timeframe but she was wrong. The girls' hands never
seemed to leave her body and their fingers touched and embraced her in
places reserved for her husband. Sally would never forget when Joan forced
her to perform cunnilingus. Joan whispered directions in her ear and her
words rocked Sally to the core. "We're going to fuck all night... I'm
going to be your Mistress all night. You're the hottest bitch ever...
hotter than Sarah," she whispered, kissing and pecking the side of Sally's
flushed face. "Get ready my love... my little sister needs your mouth...
right on her dripping slit."

She started to shake. The teen's statements were profound and Sally's
body shuddered out of control hearing Joan wanted her to touch Amy. There
was no way on earth she considered touching another woman let alone putting
her mouth on a pussy. She was still fretting and worrying about Joan's
demands when suddenly she found herself between the two sisters. Sally was
on her hands and knees when Joan grabbed her by the hair. Her eyes burned
holes in her fragile mind sending Sally's emotions soaring out of control
once again.

"You don't want to piss me off... or I'll tell mother how you seduced
me. You're my special piece of ass... and I plan using it for a long...
long time," Joan whispered daring Sally to stop her. "I am going to watch
you lick Amy's pretty cunt... then you're going to do me."

Joan was the type of girl who loved being in control. She dearly
yearned to control her luscious young neighbor, Sarah, who had disregarded
and humiliated her for years. And she dearly wanted to control Sarah's
sexy mother. Joan realized Sally had treated her great over the years, but
she still blamed the mother for her daughter's cruel behavior.

Sally opened her mouth to protest but it was the last objection she
would make. She was on her hands and knees between the young teenager's
splayed legs with a hairless twat staring her in the face. Suddenly she
saw that Amy was not really shaved but her pussy hair was so light and
sparse that it was hard to see in the dim light. Sally would never
understand how she allowed Joan to shove her face into the fertile valley
until the wetness caressed her blushing face. She desperately wanted to
voice a protest but it never happened.

The worst part of it all was the fact Joan propped Sally's ass high in
the air. She rolled around Sally's kneeling body until she placed her
hands on the woman's flaming ass cheeks. Sally never intended for her
tongue to dart out of her mouth but it did when a hot, scorching mouth
attacked her exposed crack.

Joan spread the butt cheeks so wide that Sally was totally defenseless.
First the teen sucked the tiny space between heaven and hell. Then she
suddenly rammed her tongue into the honey-hole until her lips pressed
against Sally's freshly shaved labia. Joan pretended her tongue was a
small penis and she fucked the quivering woman for many moments. All of a
sudden, she switched. She rammed her tongue into the puckered asshole and
fucked for all she was worth.

Sally suddenly realized the younger sister was experiencing erotic
bliss. Just the fact Amy's tiny clitoris was deeply embedded inside Sally's
mouth brought ultimate pleasure to the teenager. Amy tried to hold still
to prolong the ultimate pleasure of Sally's scorching mouth but that was
impossible. The woman's tongue was a feather and a dagger at the same
time, lightly caressing every nerve ending while stabbing her pussy with
skilled expertise.

The young teenager was cumming and Sally obediently sucked harder on the
creaming honey-hole. To make matters even worse, Amy's fingers intertwined
in Sally's hair and she pulled the mature woman's face harder into her
burning crotch. Sally fully understood the teen was experiencing an
intense orgasm and that she was a servant to the young girl's pleasure.
She licked and sucked the throbbing clitoris knowing Amy would be overcome
with a rising desire to climax.

Joan sensed that her little sister was experiencing heavenly ecstasy.
She could see Amy's pretty face etched in severe agony, as the spasms
rocketed through her insides. Joan had her gorgeous slave on the brink of
another orgasm but she deliberately evaded the final thrust. She teased
one hole and then the other keeping Sally a victim to her teenage madness.

When the last spasms rocked Amy's lithe torso, Sally thought her turmoil
was over. All of a sudden, she was face to face with the older teenager.
Sally stared into the raging, lustrous eyes of the she-devil. "Look at
you...you have cum all over your beautiful face," Joan whispered, sending a
violent shiver up Sally's backbone. "Now you're goin' to eat me...eat my
pussy like a good little slut... and show Mistress that you like being her
slave."

Her stomach churned with utter dismay. Sally realized everything the
girl said was true. She was a slave and Joan was her Mistress. Her eyes
opened in awe as the teenager slowly shifted her body around until she lay
on her back directly in front of her. Joan placed a leg on either side of
Sally's shivering body and didn't say a word. She merely lay still
inviting the older woman to take her.

Sally's eyes shone as they worked their way down the teen's succulent
body. Joan smiled seeing the distraught expression on Sally's face. "Kiss
my tits... show Mistress you love her titties. Kiss them!" The words
blazed through Sally's head like a raging forest fire. "Make my nipples
throb... use your beautiful tongue."

Joan cupped her breasts offering them to her slave. Sally let out
whimpering sounds but she slowly moved forward. She closed her eyes
letting her instincts take over. She felt the intense heat from Joan's
body even before her face brushed against the burning flesh. Suddenly her
mouth was on one of the teen's boobs and the next thing she knew, a nipple
was between her lips. Joan put her strong hands on the sides of the
woman's face and she guided the willing mouth from nipple to nipple every
few seconds.

When Joan felt her buds throbbing and pulsating like mad, she put her
hand on the top of Sally's head and pushed downward. Sally's face passed
the velvety terrain. First the well-rounded curve of Joan's boobs. And
then onto the flat tummy, which by now was quivering. Somehow her face
remained next to the heated flesh but that was due mainly to Joan's hand,
which guided the tender caresses. Suddenly the tiny indent of the
bellybutton appeared and Sally's face was shoved forward until her mouth
came in contact with the love button.

Sally never intended that her tongue would come out of her mouth but it
did. Compelled to follow the teenager's orders, she kissed the bellybutton
and then her tongue swirled through the tiny pit until Joan made her quit.
The memorable voyage continued until she came face to face with Hell.
Joan's legs were splayed and fully exposed was her hairless, pink
pussy-slit.

Joan merely laid waiting for her slave. All of a sudden the woman's
hesitation made the teenager mad. "Do it... do it slut... show Mistress
how much you love her. Eat me, slut," Joan said loud enough to be heard in
the next room. "Lick my cunt, slut... and make me cum in your mouth!"

For the second time in her life, Sally performed cunnilingus on an
overly aroused girl. Joan's body rolled and thrashed all over the sheets
welcoming the wonderful caresses. Sally felt obliged to fulfill the teen's
wishes and her tongue flicked the exposed clitoris back and forth at a
furious rate. Each time she batted the inflamed clit, Joan demanded more.

Amy did not want to sit idle. She resumed her sister's caresses
attacking the woman from behind. Sally tried in vain to get away for the
young teen by lying flat, face down on the bouncing bed but it did little
good. Amy pushed the shapely legs to the sides making sure they were
spread wide. Then she swooped between them with the skill of a predator.
Her fingers found the two vulnerable openings and Sally's demise was
imminent.

Sally howled for mercy but did not take her mouth off Joan's running
pussy. Her screams were muffled by the throbbing clit, which was deeply
embedded in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and realized the
teenager was having an orgasm due to her actions.

Sally was left totally defenseless to Amy's assault even though she was
in a prone position. Amy shoved her slim forefinger into Sally's pussy
until it was fully embedded and then she fucked the woman's ass with her
tongue. Amy rammed her tongue into the forbidden hole feeling Sally's body
shudder wildly.

More screams into the convulsing pussy did nothing to alleviate Sally's
turmoil. Amy had her and she knew it. The young teen was determined to
end the woman's struggles and once again prove the grown woman was a slave.
She finger-fucked Sally like a crazed pervert and tongue-fucked her ass
knowing no woman could withstand such a fury. The young teenager broke
Sally's fragile spirit and she relished the free-flowing fountain of lust.

Sally reasoned she might have had a chance to resist Amy's assault if it
were not for the girl putting her demanding fingers around her swollen
rosebud at the very last second. Amy squeezed her clit hard and rolled it
around in the abundant oil until an orgasm flourished. Sally couldn't stop
the floodwaters, as the juices ran from her inner being.

Being a sex-slave for two teenagers was not as bad as Sally imagined.
The remorse and guilt would not be felt until after, and lust controlled
her emotions in the meantime. Sally had lost complete track of time. She
never dreamt of having such intense desires or imagined that ecstasy could
last so long. It seemed that every succeeding orgasm was more intense than
its predecessor.

During any short interludes throughout the teenage seduction, Sally
fretted about getting caught by her dear friend. She reflected on how easy
it was for the teenagers to gain complete control over her and knew Karen
would never understand. The dire fact was that Sally herself didn't
understand how such a climatic thing could happen.

Sally was utterly flabbergasted and embarrassed when morning came and
she was still in bed being seduced by the teens. It was past dawn when
Joan finally allowed the woman to leave their bedroom. "Mom will be up
soon... she won't know if you leave now," the teen whispered. Joan gave
Sally a kiss that punctuated her resolve to be her Mistress. Sally did not
resist when the teen used her tongue or when Joan's hands boldly fondled
her boobs for one last time.

Sally desperately found what clothes she could. She quickly dressed and
crept out of the room on her tiptoes trying to make as little noise as
possible. When she entered her own bedroom, Sally's heart stopped when she
noticed her daughter was sitting upright on the bed.

"Are you happy? I told you... Joan told me she was going to become
your Mistress... too," Sarah whispered, holding her arms out to her
mother. "Oh, my gawd... what are we going to do?"

The two women fell into each other's arms. Having suffered the same
fate, each knew what the other was going through. Sarah held her mother in
a tight embrace. "Mother... dear gawd, do you know what it sounded like?
I could hear you... begging. Mother... you begged her. It was plain as
day... when you begged her to let you cum."

The embrace continued. "I heard them... heard all of the raunchy sex.
Do you know what it was like listening to two teenagers crying out to a
slut... and knowing the slut was your mother," Sarah whispered in
disbelief? "You must have done it all night... gawd mother... did Joanie
make you go down on her... and Amy? Did you do it... to both of them?"

Sally didn't know how to lie to her daughter. She would remember this
confession for the rest of her life. "I... I... she made me," Sally
moaned. "She forced me to make love to Amy... and then... her." It was
the most humiliating thing Sally had ever done when she told her very own
daughter what happened.

Mother and daughter hugged in a loving embrace. Each tried to console
the other and it was mere moments before they drifted into a restless
dreamland. Dreams, which quickly turned into nightmares, filled their
heads and the two women would get little sleep. Both dreamed of the two
sisters forcing them to do things that were totally embarrassing and
degrading.

***

It was going to be the worst moment of her life. Sally knew it was time
to go into the kitchen and face her dear friend. She had betrayed Karen.
The noises of last night's demoralizing affair were surely loud enough to
wake the dead and her friend would suspect what happened. Sally was
totally lost for a way to explain staying in the daughter's bedroom all
night and all the loud sounds.

When Sally entered the kitchen to Karen's pleasant greeting, her heart
skipped a beat. "Well sleepy head... it's about time you got up. I hope
you slept as well as I did. Gawd, I dropped dead when my head hit the
pillow," Karen said. "All I heard was my girl's playing some silly games
and then I must have passed out. That happens whenever I take a sleeping
pill. I hope they didn't keep you awake with all the noise?"

Sally couldn't believe her good fortune. She was completely oblivious
to the fact that Karen was being coy with her by pretending nothing
happened. Sally went from feeling guilty and remorseful to being upbeat
and cheerful. "No... no. It was nothing... really," she replied,
breathing a big sigh of relief.

The rest of the morning was a complete blur. Sally fretted about what
would happen when the teenagers finally got out of bed but nothing prepared
her for Joan's grand entrance. It was like a scene played out in a
Hollywood movie. Karen, Sally and Sarah were sitting around the kitchen
table chatting when Joan and her sister walked into the kitchen. A still
came over the room and everyone anticipated that something drastic was
about to happen.

Nobody dared move as Joan boldly walked around the table until she stood
directly behind Sally. Joan put her hands on the woman's shoulders and she
squeezed hard digging her fingers into the soft, shivering flesh. Sally
was mortified that the teen would even come close to her or touch her with
her mother sitting across the table.

Unexpectedly, Joan began caressing and massaging Sally's shoulders,
which brought a response from the shaken woman. "Joan... Joan, dear
gawd... what...?" That was all Sally had the opportunity to say before her
world came crashing down.

Joan laughed at Sally's lame response and brazenly put her hands over
the woman's breasts. "Very good. You do listen. You didn't wear a bra,"
the audacious girl said. She slowly and deliberately pulled the front of
Sally's tanktop out from her body until the woman's luscious tits were
exposed. The girl then cupped the bare boobs bringing a whimper from her
frightened slave. "You have such beautiful boobies... and I am glad you
obeyed my orders and didn't wear a bra."

Automatically, Sally's hands came up and she grabbed the back of the
teen's brazen hands. The woman looked around frantically utterly
embarrassed by the teenager's bold actions. Suddenly Sally's eyes met
those of her dearest friend and she pleaded desperately for forgiveness
with a sorrowful expression.

Joan wasn't to be deterred and she decided it was time to take complete
charge. Her arms were around Sally's torso and she quickly yanked the
woman out of her chair. She forced Sally to her feet and pulled her body
tightly into her own. Joan put her mouth at the side of Sally's flushed
face and spoke with a sure, confident voice. "You wanted me to feel your
titties last night... didn't you?" she whispered.

Joan fondled Sally's boobs despite the woman's hands frantically trying
to stop her. A shiver of guilt shot through Sally's body when she noticed
Karen's eyes did not blink, as she stared at what her daughter was doing.
When Joan spoke again, Sally wanted to disappear. "Mother... did you hear
my slave begging me to fuck her?" There was no sound in the room except for
heavy breathing, which was coming from more than one person. "Mother! You
don't want me to get mad... do you?"

Karen's eyes were big as saucers and she looked scared. "No... no,
please don't be mad at me. Yes... gawd, yes. I heard it all. How you
made her cum... how you shaved her... and then made her cum again... and
again. How you made her taste Amy... and then taste you! Oh, dear God...
how I wanted to be in the room with you."

The only reason Sally was still standing was because the young teen's
arms were holding her up. Her legs were shaking vehemently but it was her
dear friends revelation that shocked her most. Her daughter was a
dominatrix. Joan could make her mother do anything! And now, the teenager
had skillfully gotten control over her two gorgeous neighbors.

Everyone's attention was suddenly on Joan, as she took liberties and
felt up Sarah's mother. "I think we should rest and relax today, the young
domineering teenager said. "Take a little walk... have some sun... go
for a swim. Tonight... I want all my beautiful slaves to be fresh and
vibrant. Oh, we're gonna have such fun!"

No one dared to even breathe as they watched in awe as Joan pulled the
older woman's tank top over her head and carelessly discarded it on the
floor. "Remember back when Sarah was little... and sucked these tits?
Yes, we're gonna have such fun tonight!"

Having made her point, Joan laughed sending a shiver through all the
onlookers. "Let's go for a tour... around the village. We can even do
some shopping... for a souvenir or two." Everyone quickly agreed,
relishing the opportunity to get away from the cabin... at least for a
little while. The dramatizing scene was so dramatically played out by the
young, vibrant Mistress and gorgeous submissive slave that it left nothing
to the imagination. Joan was in complete control of not only Sally, but
also everyone else in the room.

THE END