Caveman

Title: Caveman by: Jenny Moreau type: Femdom/BDSM/TGCAVEMAN - Part One:

Judy had met Mac but a year earlier. She had just graduated from high school; he was a rich and self-made man, who had volunteered to coach the girl's volleyball team; a team she had starred on as a student. He was pushy, but not unnecessarily so. She was sure, in her youthful naivete, that she could make him bend a little; she was wrong. Mac Wilson was the original male chauvinist pig. Males were to dominate; females were to obey, and that was the only important item that males and females needed to consider to ensure a smooth running relationship -- married or unmarried; they were not.

She had been told to be ready when he got home; she had maybe a half an hour left to complete the task. The last time she had not been ready her behind had glowed for days. She knew she was going to be punished this night, but she did "not " want it to be special punishment.

She stood in front of the full length mirror and preened herself. Her long brunette tresses reached to the middle of her back. Her equally black panties and bra, collectively not weighing more than a few ounces, had no fringes and revealed a crease in the fore part of her loins and a pair of tiny buttons in the center of her chest. Her lips were tinted bright red; only her eyes now remained to be made up, that and her perfume. The shadow, the mascara would complete the picture. She would of course use the best perfume she had. She smiled when she thought of the effect her perfume invariably had upon him.

She heard the garage door opening. Now she shivered a little as she knew her ordeal would soon begin. She welcomed his caveman dominance. A year before she would have had him arrested for even suggesting what she now submitted to willingly, even enthusiastically. He was coming up the stairs. She got down on her knees, placed her hands at her sides and gazed demurely down at the floor.

"You're ready. Good," he said almost languidly. "And you smell good." His words made her happy.

Mac Wilson was medium height, had brownish-blond hair, was rugged looking, and carried himself like the 28 year old sometime amateur athlete that he was. He wore khaki pants and a like colored no-collar, three-button shirt.. He sported cowboy boots of a very inexpensive variety. Though a millionaire, Mac hated ostentation; decoration, he was fond of saying, was for Christmas trees.

"Thank you sir."

"You know why I told you to be ready tonight don't you?" he said, ignoring her politeness.

"I think so sir."

"Then what is that reason, Judy? Tell me the reason. I really want to know."

"You just feel like doing me, that's all," she said.

"That is absolutely correct. I do feel like doing you. You want me to do you don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I very much want you to pleasure yourself on me." Judy was blushing. She had said similar things before, but each time it thrilled her. The notion that she had a man who wanted to have her, use her, even abuse her because she was, as he said, incredibly sexy to look at, thrilled her like she had never been thrilled by any boy. She was confident that he would not permanently harm her, but she knew she was going to be mighty uncomfortable by the time he finally fucked her, probably after a couple of hours of teasing and torment.

"Good," he said. He walked over to a small standing-closet nestled in the far corner of the room. It was a room with few furnishings: a low straight-backed chair; two paintings of rural scenes on the walls; and a heavy, rectangular, oaken table sans any chairs of its own. From the closet he retrieved a switch, a thin branch from a tree in the yard. Slender, whippy, and green it would sting like fire. He also brought out a few strands of rope. He laid the things on the table. He walked over to the single chair and placed it in front of her; she was still on her knees. He moved between the chair and the girl. `Undo my pants."

Judy reached for the belt buckle and loosened it. In turn, she unbuttoned his pants and drew them down to his knees. She waited for his next command.

"My underpants," he said, "pull them down." She did so. "You must now suck my penis, and lick it all around; my scrotum too." She reached slowly forward taking the shaft of his cock lightly in her left hand. She stroked it equally lightly with her right the way he had taught her. The man-thing jerked spasmodically in her fingers thrilling her; soon he would impale her on it, and she would be the one jerking spasmodically. She leaned forward and licked the length of his thing sensually. She dipped her head slightly and sucked his ball sack into her mouth sucking on the twin marbles gingerly. Soon she was licking and sucking his cock roughly; the sensation almost drove him out of his mind, but he weathered it.

Mac sat down now, and she continued her ministrations even licking the insides of his thighs. She was his slave now, and she loved it. Forgotten was the inevitability of the spanking she was yet to experience. She could only focus on one thing at a time and sucking her man's cock was the one thing.

"Take off my boots." She obeyed, struggling with the difficult to remove cowboy wear. She was more or less familiar with the method by now though, and got them off far more easily than was the case with her earliest attempts. Now take off your panties, but leave your bra on."

Judy stood, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong panties and pushed them down and off of herself; she was totally naked except for her wispy bra.

Mac, also naked from the waist down, stood and pushed her gently away; she knew it signaled the second stage of the evening. She once more knelt with her legs slightly separated, hands at her side, and with her eyes glued to the carpet.

Walking behind her he grabbed her by her hair, raised her to her feet, and guided her awkwardly to a width end of the table. He spun her around to face him. "I love you and I am going to punish you now," he said sincerely almost sweetly.

She gulped and softly muttered words of love back to him.

"I want to spank you, but only if you are ready for it. Do you wish me to?"

"Yes sir. I do. Please do me, and please give it to me good; make me dance."

He smiled at her acquiescence. "I'm going to bind your hands and feet. It won't frighten you I hope."

"It's okay. It will help keep me from bucking too wildly and hurting myself."

"Yes, exactly, that is why I am going to do it.." He kissed her, slowly insinuating his tongue into her mouth as she opened it to receive him. He pushed her back, turned her, and drew her hands behind her back; involuntarily she resisted, but he was far too strong for her. He bound them tightly, but not painfully. He gently shoved her forward. He bent her over the table. Bending down himself, he spread her legs wide and lashed her ankles, also tightly, to the table legs. He walked around to the side of the table. Picking up a pet collar that had been on the opposite end of the table all along, he fastened it around her neck. He then attached a leash to it and secured it to the far end where a pair of steel hooks had been placed on the unobserved underside of the table, effectively drawing her forward and stretching the upper half of her body at length along the flat surface. She could wiggle a little but only a little. As a final operation, Mac inserted a butt plug into the anus of the girl and stood back to admire and observe her helplessness. "It's time my love." She lay still and awaited her punishment.

The man lifted the switch and raised it high. It crashed down on the girl's exposed flesh cruelly. She jerked fiercely trying to escape the sting of the rapier-like instrument. She held her breath as she awaited the next count. It stung terribly when it came; she squealed desperately. She tried to bury her Venus mound in the table's surface to lessen the pain. He rained torment upon her now; her cries mixed with sobbing noises brought her no succor. Soon she was numb from the terrible flames that consumed her buttocks and upper thighs. Her buttocks sustained seemingly innumerable spanks before her caveman rested. The third stage of the evening was about to take place, but he would let her wait for a few moments before he took her. She was already spread and vulnerable to his invading cock, all seven very thick inches of it. She waited sobbing quietly from the effects of the discipline.

Mac unsnapped her bra and removed his own shirt; they were the last remaining vestiges of clothing that either still wore.

Mac noticed a shadow at the edge of the widow pane directly in front of him just as he moved to mount the helpless female from behind. Then he saw her full on. It was Judy's younger sister Karen. Mac and the sixteen year old on the other side of the glass stared at each other. Judy was unaware. Mac began fucking his girl while her sister watched. He took his time. He wasn't sure, but he suspected that the teen was playing with herself while her sister was being screwed. How much had she witnessed? At the moment it didn't seem to matter much; Judy was nineteen and what they were doing was consensual. But none of that concerned Mac at that moment. His cock had hardened into a rod of steel knowing that the young girl outside was watching him fuck another.

He began to speed up as the pressure in his scrotum mounted. Soon he was driving wildly into the sopping pussy of the whimpering love of his life, and she was pushing back to engage his pile driving tool as much as her bound extremities would allow. He exploded washing the insides of her belly with loads of cum. He bent forward an lay gasping across her prone back.

After Mac had finished and released Judy, they had showered together and lain on the huge king sized bed in their room, utterly spent. Mac used a mild cream to ease the sting in the girl's buns. She languidly played with his cock as she faded and fell blissfully to sleep. Mac smiled to himself; Karen was in the house -- somewhere -- the thought intrigued him, but not now; he was too tired; he too drifted off; tomorrow would bring interesting situations...

Mac was up at first light. He slipped down to the kitchen on a mission to rejuvenate his sleepy form with a cup of reheated coffee. Seated at the kitchen table was Karen.

Mac and Judy had invited the younger teen to come and stay with them during the school break. Judy missed her sister. Their parents, liberal to the nth degree, saw no harm in the visit. After all Mac was wealthy, gentlemanly, and considerate; the family hoped that Judy and he would soon wed. But, if they didn't, well, this was the nineties. But now Karen, who was supposed to be elsewhere that evening had discovered them.

The smug look on Karen's face assured the man that he had not dreamed the episode of the previous evening. She had watched her sister get it and get it good. Additionally, he was certain, she had gotten off on it.

"How much did you see?" he asked not pretending anything -- as if he could have anyway.

"Do you whip her like that often?"

So, she had seen it all, or nearly all. "Fairly often."

"Do you enjoy it that much."

"Yes, and so does she."

"Really."

"Yes, really."

"You fucked her good and proper."

"You shouldn't be talking like that about your sister."

"I wasn't born yesterday, Mac. I think it's kind of romantic. Off beat, but romantic."

"You do?"

"Yes," she said.

"Ever tried any of it?"

"Well, not the way you mean," she said smiling for the first time.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I spank my boyfriend. And, just for the record, he adores it. Sometimes I even let him fuck me, but not always. Does that answer your question?"

"Uh -- yes -- I guess," he said genuinely at a loss for words for one of the few times in his life.

Mac took a good look at the fresh looking, slightly freckled, dishwater-blonde seated across from him. She was the prototypical teen: sassy, full of herself, afraid of little, and nearly as stunning as her sister. His cock was sending him messages.

"Good. I want to play too," she said.

"What do you mean, `play too.'"

"I mean I want to make it a threesome."

"You what!"

"Don't act so shocked. And besides, you'd enjoy the heck out of it."

"But..."

"Yes, I know it's my sister. Well, I happen to think she'd get a kick out of seeing your naked ass spread out on that table getting the wrong end of that switch."

"I..."

"Admit it. You'd love having me do you. For my part, I can hardly wait."

She talked and he stuttered for the next half hour. Only Judy -- disheveled and smelling of serious sex -- joining them in the kitchen cut short the conversation. Mac knew he was going to submit to the teen. It was only a matter of getting Judy to go along with it.

CAVEMAN, PART TWO:

Rich or not, Mac had to go to work. This was one day he would have preferred not to, but Karen had shooed him out; she was going to pave the way with her sister. He was dubious, even marginally worried, but something in Karen's demeanor engendered confidence. It was a confidence, he knew, that might very well manifest itself in the domination of -- him!

"Well, little sister, what shall we do today since the man of the house is off to the rat race." She stirred her coffee as they sat in the kitchen, as she supposed, to plan their day together.

"Hehehehe!" Karen tittered unreservedly at the unsuspecting nineteen year old.

"What? -- what?" queried Judy with the knitted brow of one completely out of the loop.

"I Know what you did," sing-songed Karen while doing her level best not to break out in a rash of uncontrolled guffaws.

"Huh?"

"Okay," said Karen suddenly conspiratorial. "I saw Mac fuck you yesterday. You know you really should put up some curtains if you two are going to play like that in there."

"Wha..."

"Yes, I saw you strapped to the table. I saw him punish you. Just for the record, did you deserve it?" No matter, it was really cool. I especially like the way your toes were dancing to the beat of the switch. You're really quite attractive being the disciplinee."

"Oh my..."

"Get a grip, Judy, it's no big deal. You're probably feeling embarrassed right now, but you really were something to see, and I think it's fine."

"You do?" said Judy in a quavering voice.

"Yes, of course. It's just fun. Just sex. I never thought of you as a virgin. Just when did you lose your virginity anyway; I've been really curious about that; you're so closed mouthed."

"It's none of your..."

"yes, yes, I know. It's none of my business. Sheesh. you'd think it was a trade secret or classified or something. Look, I've seen you getting your butt beat with a switch and then getting your pussy pounded by what looked like a pretty sizable piece of meat, and in that order."

Judy finally got control of her voice. "What in the hell were you doing spying on me. And, what do you mean coming in here and talking to me like this. You're my `little' sister; I would have hoped that you would have been nice enough to allow me some privacy!" Judy had arrived at the confluence of the three rivers of: confusion, concern and righteous indignation. She was groping to regain some semblance of control and at the same time to take stock of her situation vis a vis her sister.

"Yes, you are my older sister. I love you. I think you love me as well. I was surprised to see you getting it last night, but I am not shocked; I am merely excited about it."

"But..."

"Look, I want to join you." There, she'd said it. Judy's mouth gaped open. No sound came out.

"Will you listen to what I have to say?" asked Karen.

Judy finally managed a curt, "Go on."

"I had no idea you were into the scene, you know, B&D. I'm into it too, but I'm a top; Lars Hatfield is my boyfriend, my submissive boyfriend. And before you ask, yes, he has fucked me. I wish he was here now. I'm so horny I could fuck the proverbial gear shift."

"Karen!"

"Yes?"

Judy was all of a sudden again without words to utter.

"Judy, I'm not into your boyfriend, I would just like to do a threesome. You know, have fun. Maybe even do it more than once, like occasionally, if you know what I mean."

"How long have you been fucking boys, Karen?" Judy asked.

"Since I was thirteen. Well, that was my first. No, not Lars. It was Mr. Helden from next door. He saw me out on the patio without my top and came over into our yard and propositioned me. He happened to get me in a weak moment. He whipped out his thingy and let me examine it. It sure looked big to me, but not as big as Mac's. Then he pulled off my panties, pushed my legs back up around my ears and fucked the livin' daylights out of me; I liked it, but he never dared to try it again and I let him get away with it. Like I said, I liked it."

"Sweet gawd almighty!" Judy was beside herself. She was also chagrined to realize that her pussy was soaking wet. "You could have gotten preggers."

"I suppose. Look, whaddya say. Let's do a threesome. Tell you what, I'll spank Mac. Don't you think it would be neat to watch `him' doing the dance for once? I'm pretty good at that stuff."

"He'd never..."

"Oh, I know how to handle the all powerful male ego. He'll take his medicine from me; trust me."

"I don't know Karen. I don't even know how I'd approach the question with him."

"Then you're interested?" Karen said almost gleefully.

"Maybe. I mean, it would be interesting, but apart from spanking him, what else might you have in mind."

Karen knew she had won. There was going to be a threesome, and it would happen that very night. She had to plan. The orchestration had to be delicately approached. Karen did not feel confident letting Judy know that Mac and she had already discussed and agreed to the issue. Anyway, it would be more erotic if Judy thought everything was spontaneous. "Well, after he get's his cumuppance, I'd suck him and you'd fuck him, or vice versa, whatever you'd like.

Judy and Karen discussed, argued, fretted and eventually came up with a modus operandi for the evening's festivities. Mac would be more than a little surprised at the completeness of the plan the two females would unleash on him that P.M.

The two girls were dressed to kill, not too sexy, but very enticing. Judy wore a yellow one piece dress with a flared skirt. Her hair was the wet look, and her makeup up sultry. Her heels were a conservative two inches. Karen wore a black skirt with a red mid-drift exposing blouse. Her hair was in a very teenage ponytail, and her makeup up made her seem twelve years old instead of her actual sixteen. Karen's heels, however, were the five inch spikes of a girl in charge.

"He's pulling into the garage; I can hear him," said Judy.

"Okay, you massage his ego a little while I wait for the right moment. When I think it's time, I'll come in an take over. Remember, let me run the show; I'm experienced at this end of things. Oh, by the way, do you want to do the sucking or the screwing?" Karen batted her lashes at her sister playfully as she phrased the question.

"Hmmm, I think I'll suck him this time; I do like the taste of his cock. Besides, I'm curious how you'll look being rammed by his piston."

"No problem. I just hope he likes his pussy tight and wet."

"I'm sure he will," said Judy.

Karen swept from the room to let the pair get themselves in the right frame of mind.

"Hi honey," said Mac, "tough day. I missed you. Where's your sister?"

"Oh, she'll be down in a little while. Said she has a surprise for us."

"Oh?"

"Yes, don't know what exactly, but I'm sure you'll appreciate it."

"I'm sure," he said nonchalantly. Mac went over to his squeeze and kissed her passionately; she responded as she nearly always did: with wetter panties and hardening nipples. His response to her was an obvious tenting of his pants, a reaction that always thrilled her; what power women had, she thought to herself; Karen would have no trouble getting this horny male to submit to her; it was going to be interesting.

Without so much as sitting down, or having a drink, or making any undue small talk; Judy began to undo Mac's pants. She wanted his cock fast. She wanted to suck it and lick it and make love to it orally and then it would be Karen's turn to orchestrate the second phase of the evening.

Sliding his dockers down to his ankles she knelt before him and gently rolled the loose flesh of his penis in her fingers. She reached behind him, grabbing his buttocks with her left hand pulling him closer to her. As she took his cock between her ruby lips, she slid a finger of her left hand part way up and into his anus. He jerked in pleasure. he was totally captivated by his girl's actions.

Judy felt him about to cum and pulled away; he had to be horny for phase two or he would never agree to it.

"Gawd, you're good," he said with a sincerity born of lust.

"Thank you sir," she said.

Mac looked at her squarely. Something in her tone of voice was not usual.

"Hi everyone," said Karen entering softly from the hallway.

Mac almost fainted. Even though she and he had discussed the possibility of a threesome, he had had no correspondence with her since that cup of coffee in the early A.M., and he was not at all sure how to react. He was, after all, standing in front of a teenage girl with his pants down around his ankles and the clear evidence of generous globules of spit on his penis to testify to the goings on.

Karen had her hands behind her back looking as dainty and petite as she possibly could. "Can I play?" she asked coyly.

"Why Karen, of course you can. It's okay with you isn't it Mac?" said Judy; it was not a question.

"Uh -- sure. I guess."

"Good," said Karen. "I have a little surprise for you Mac." Karen brought her hands from behind her back. Dangling from her right hand and suspended almost at arm's length in front of her was a pair of shiny new handcuffs. Karen was smiling at Mac's obvious discomfort.

"You don't mind do you Mac," asked Judy. "I mean I'm always the one who gets it, and I don't mind getting it, but I think that turn around once in a while makes sense don't you think, Mac?"

"I think so. I mean if that would make you happy."

"Good," said Judy.

"Come here," said Karen crooking her finger.

Mac moved on shaky legs over to where the teen girl still held the steel shackles in front of her: He was obviously frightened by the loss of control that he had enjoyed without interruption until this night. He made himself, he willed himself to do as the girls asked. If they wanted to punish him, he would take his medicine as best he could and not complain later. He could do it. He would do it!

Karen held his chin on the fingertips of her right hand for a moment; she gazed into his eyes, smiled benignly, and finally nudged him a little to turn him around so that his back was to her. She reached down with her right hand and took the man's wrist; she shackled it with one of the cuffs as though she'd had years of practice. She then took his other hand and repeated the maneuver. Mac was cuffed very tightly now and his arms and hands were useless to defend himself. Judy, meanwhile, watched in amusement as her man was readied for his ordeal, an ordeal that she was beginning to realize would be memorable.

Judy wasn't sure she entirely approved of the goings on, amused as she was or not. She was really a sub not a top. Karen was taking all of the initiative, but at some point she would be called on to in some way abuse her man. Could she do it? She'd know soon enough, she supposed.

In the meantime Mac had been relieved of his shoes and his pants and his underpants all of which had been kicked off and away into the corner. He still had on his shirt, but Karen was already busy rolling it up to his armpits so that he was essentially stark naked in front of the two women.

"Well, Mac, it seems that your johnson is excited about this business," said Karen. She wasn't smiling at him, but her eyes seemed to be laughing anyway. His cock throbbed from its excited situation and it stood madly at attention a full seven inches in extension and as thick as a man's wrist. Karen let the index finger of her left hand trace its length; it bobbed and weaved at her sensuous touch. Karen was only a young girl, and though she was quite familiar with how to punish a man, she could not refrain from giggling like the school girl she was at the man's near helpless state.

Judy wasn't sure she liked her sister playing with her man's cock, teasing or not. But she couldn't really complain either; Karen was going to let him screw her, as per their agreement, after she chastised him, and that, no matter what. Never mind, she thought, she'd suck him raw first. It would be her spit that made his cock slide more easily into her sister's hole.

"Judy would you tie his right leg while I do his left?" Judy bent to the task and tied her knot very tight; Karen was but only slightly more merciful. He was spread-eagled now and all but totally helpless. Judy held the collar. Her sister laughed.

"Of course," said Karen, "a collar for a little doggie."

Judy strapped the collar on the prostrate man. "There honey. Hope it's not too tight, but I don't think it is." Karen did the honors with the leash.

"Get me the switch," Karen said to her sister. "It's almost time for your spanking Mac. Do you have anything to say before I begin to give it to you."

"Karen -- I don't know about this..."

"Second thoughts, Mac? It's too late. You're doomed I'm afraid. I am going to spank you. And then we're going to use you -- both of us -- you'll like that part I think."

Mac struggled futilely against his bonds. He wasn't going anywhere. "Judy! please," he begged. Judy ignored him; she'd gone through it; he could too; it was only fair, she thought.

Judy handed the switch that she had retrieved from the closet to Karen. The young teenager moved behind the tethered male. She playfully tickled the crack in his ass with the end of the switch. Mac jerked involuntarily at the tickling sensation. Karen raised her hand. A deft movement of her wrist brought the weapon down suddenly and ferociously upon the backside of the victim. He bucked as much as the bonds would allow. He bellowed like a wounded bull. His body went into a twitchy wiggly shiver.

While his spanking was going on, Judy stood transfixed. Barely twenty-four hours earlier, it had been her strapped to the same table, the same way. It was very very sexy to be on this side of the switch, watching her man squirm as best he could to escape the sting of the whippy little switch. Seeing him gag on his own cries, and howl intermittently, and then again alternately beg for mercy. She could not believe how cruel her younger sister was; she was a true meany; her boyfriend must be totally pussy-whipped, she thought, to put up with one like Karen. Then it occurred to her: Mac was pussy-whipped too, a complete and total slave. Oh now...

Karen released the thoroughly punished man. She stripped herself completely and stood before the cave-wimp she had so recently tormented; she was smiling.

Mac for his part, also naked now, surveyed the sixteen year old. She was beautiful. Not pretty, but beautiful. She was slim. Her "C" cup breasts lay pouting on her perfectly proportioned torso. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and her little slit taunted him. He moved toward her and kissed her. He picked her up and planted her roughly on her back on the table which was still wet from his sweat and drool. She lay still, awaiting the invasion of her body that she had so fantasized about.

Judy grabbed her man by his shoulder, spun him around and knelt before him. She was still dressed and she smelled intoxicating to the male. She held him by his penis. it was hard and thick and a least seven inches long. She licked it. She played with his scrotum and squeezed it "too" hard on purpose. She wanted to cause him discomfort. He'd acted like a little wimp, continually begging for mercy almost from the first spank. He would have to be trained, she thought; she was going to make a man out of him. Mac twisted his fist in his woman's hair and held her fast as she sucked him and then sucked him some more. Judy was in ecstasy; Mac was going to be required to get it up again after he fucked her sister; Judy needed a very sound screwing too.

Judy disengaged herself from Mac and led him over to the still prone Karen who had not even bothered to watch her sister play cocksucker. Mac now loomed over the teen and reached out to hold and knead her breasts. She spread her legs for him and reached down between her legs to grab hold of his thingy. She guided it to her sopping cunt. He was not going to be gentle; he speared her with one thrust hurting her, but not irredeemably so. He began to thrust and rethrust his pole into her willing loins. Karen spread her legs even wider to help him fuck her. Now it was she that was being punished. Punished by her victim's cock, and she was thrilled by it. He screwed her for at least twenty minutes before they both began to stiffen as they reached a well timed dual climax. He came and he came hard. Karen was faint from the exploding series of orgasms that rocked her fragile female frame. The little sex party had been a roaring success.

Judy could not have been happier. She would invite Karen back for an encore as soon as possible; she had some ideas of her own. In the meantime, she had a boyfriend to train.

Mac was concerned. No, interested. He didn't know what he was. How, he wondered, had a sixteen year old girl like Karen become so sophisticated. She was sassy, silly, and smart; those could be the natural traits of any intelligent teen, but the sexual adventurism she was capable of was not to be found in females less than ten years her senior. He would investigate.

Back at home after her week of sexual high jinx, Karen, with Judy in tow for a few days, set up housekeeping in preparation for being left without parents for the succeeding three days.

"We're home."

"Yes, and it's nice, but I miss Mac already," said Judy.

"He can live without you for a few days, Judy, it's not like you have been together forever or anything."

"Hmmm. Wait until you fall for a guy; then, we'll see," said Judy.

"Not me," said Karen, "I like being loose and free."

"You know, Karen, You surprise me. In fact you surprise me just about every time I talk with you. How did you -- I mean where did you..."

"Learn about boys and sex and stuff? The club."

"Club? What club? What are you talking about?" said the elder sister.

"A kind of play doctor club if you get my drift."

"Doctor? Doctor what? Make sense for goodness sakes."

"You know when your a kid little girls and little boys play doctor. You get to pull down their pants and look, and they get to lift your dress and do the same. Play doctor; get it?"

"You mean you learned all of this playing doctor with little boys?"

"No, silly. With big boys. And not playing doctor, though I've played nurse a few times. It's a sex club. I've been in it it since I was a freshman three years ago. If mom and dad ever found out I'd be killed. I mean they're liberal and everything, but not that liberal."

"No shit," said Judy about as stunned as she'd ever been. "Are you nuts..."

"Oh it's safe. The boys have to use condoms and we don't screw that much anyway; there is plenty of other stuff to do without fucking every time we see a guy's dick in front of us."

"Three years. I cannot believe it. Why did I not know. I mean I was around. I dated and stuff."

"My boyfriend got me in it," said Karen, "Lars."

"I have got to know. How did he ever convince a girl raised as you were raised, and I know how you were raised, to join such a club."

"Well, I was bored. I was not a virgin. He begged me on his knees. Told me I could punish him if I was even slightly offended or even bored. And, well, I was curious as hell about it."

"Wow."

"I've gotta tell you, from the very first it was a kick. I loved it."

"How did you get into the B&D stuff? I mean I know that had to be a slower process."

"Umm, yes, it was. There was a Halloween party. Witches and all. We girls chained the guys to the wall and pretended to torture them; then we did torture them. And I don't know, I liked the way Lars jerked and cried and whined and wiggled, the whole thing. That night he sucked my toes and tongue and my pussy -- oh gawd how I love to have my pussy sucked by a desperate male. I even peed in his mouth; he swallowed it all too and thanked me afterward. He's completely pussy-whipped of course. Completely my property."

"Who's all in this -- club?" Judy asked.

"Well about 15 or 16 guys and about the same number of girls, maybe a few less; it changes as some graduate and move away. But there's always a new crop of frosh. Nine guys and four of the girls are frosh."

"And you've never gotten caught?"

"No, and the whole thing is, I think a couple of the teachers know but haven't said anything."

"No way."

"Yes, Ms. Halloran for one."

"The P.E. teacher?"

"Yeah, one of our members has something on her; lez stuff, you know. Maybe sex with a minor too. She doesn't dare open her mouth. But we don't harm anyone, and no one has ever gotten pregnant or hurt with us. It's just sex."

"Criminy! I can hardly believe it. How tight are you with this Lars kid. I mean I know you say he is your slave and all, but I wouldn't trust that. I know men; they're weak and flighty and stupid sometimes. Oh, and did I forget to mention big-mouthed?"

"No, I'm sure of Lars. I'm even thinking of branding him."

Judy's mouth flopped open at that. "You wouldn't dare! His parents would have your ass in jail."

"I haven't decided yet. But if I want to, he'll drop his pants and present his butt to me, and I'll fry his pink little ass; don't you doubt it. Besides, I'm a minor too. What can they do to me, spank me?"

"I just have a hard time with this. Don't you feel odd doing this stuff? I mean -- it's not normal after all."

"Is too. It's the weirdoes who make everything that's even slightly interesting illegal or sinful or whatever that `aren't normal.' "

"Anyway, you really interested Mac. I think he wants to have another go. I told him it would be okay with me. I liked it too, but I have to tell you, I'm still a little uncomfortable with it all."

"So was I in the beginning. And contrary to what you probably think, I did not just spread my legs when I first joined the club; it was almost a year and a half, but I did suck a lot of cock and whip a lot of butts. I really like seeing a boy dance while I spank the stinker out of him.

"Just for the record, Your Mac is something of a wimp isn't he? I mean I hadn't heard so much whining and begging in a long time."

"it was his first time. He'll get used to it if I want him too."

"Yes, I suppose he'd have to," said Karen. So would you like to come to a meeting?"

"What meeting?" asked Judy.

"Of our sex club silly. You'd like it. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. A lot of beginners just watch the first few times, and then later join in."

"I don't have to join in?"

"No," said Karen. "And there is no pressure. Anyway, it's no fun if the member doesn't join in willingly," said Karen.

"Well, just what exactly do you do?"

"Everything. Members strip to their underwear when they come in, that's a requirement, but it stops there unless the member wants to do stuff. Oh, and guests do not have to strip unless the want to; nobody will even ask you or notice you if you don't. If you do strip then you are open to propositions that you can reject or not if you're not a full time member. I wasn't for a year and a half."

"Be more specific will you?"

"Well, someone like you could just go and sit on a guy's lap and whisper what you want him to do in his ear. If you're a member he will most likely do what you want, but he doesn't have to. The only reason he wouldn't is if he had prior appointments or orders from a femdom, like myself, to be monogamous," Karen said.

"So, are you going to come?" asked Karen pushing it.

Judy smiled the smile of a girl who had just discovered the "truth." She hadn't of course, but she was not concerned about details at this point, only about missing out. "Yes."

"Good."

There were about twenty people scattered about the two story suburban home. The Back yard was well treed and the front broad. The combination secured the house itself from the prying eyes of the neighbors. Someone had put on a stack of CDs, but had left the volume low; conversation was everything; music was but a background mood enhancer.

Walking in the door Karen had gone directly to a nearly closet, pulled out a hanger and removed her clothes; she retained only her panties, a pink thong, and her bra. Other were attired similarly.

Karen remained clothed for the moment as did two others a boy and a girl; they seemed to be a couple, but were engaged in conversation with separate others.

Karen felt exhilarated, but unsure of herself. She was monogamous, she told herself. Mac might understand or he might not; she wanted him to at least have the choice. Two guys were already surrounding her sister. One was exploring her fanny with one hand while the other was toying with a lock of her hair while he spoke to her; she was smiling; things looked good for the two studs this night, thought Karen.

Another girl, a redhead, was being towed in by her boyfriend on a leash. He took her by her ponytail and bent her forward over the back of the couch. He roughly yanked her panties down to her ankles and kicked her feet wide; he wasn't brooking any nonsense; this girl was going to be fucked without ceremony. Pulling his tool out of his jockeys, he stroked the eight inch penis a couple of times before pressing it against the slit of his "bitch." He lunged and buried himself to the hilt inside the teenager's pussy. His thrusts pounded her buttocks and his sac lashed her bottom rhythmically. she squealed in pleasure as he screwed her royally. She pushed back into him animalistically trying to get him to thrust deeper into her cunt. He leaned over her now, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her arms to her side as he powered his final thrusts into her, unloading his sperm inside of her. Spent, he lay languidly over the females back trying to get his breath.

Judy hadn't seen her sister for some minutes mesmerized as she was by the fucking she had witnessed. She decided to try and find her. Wandering down the long hallway, she spied two semi-open doors. The second revealed her sister on her knees sucking the dick of one of the youths who had toyed with her but moments before. In the corner was another youth, a different one. He was facing into the corner and his hands were tied behind his back. His legs were spread wide and his sac was clearly visible from the rear. Karen realized at once that it must be Lars, her sister's slave. He was being made to stand there knowing his mistress was on her knees sucking another boy's cock; it must be killing him, thought Judy. She walked in.

Moving briskly over to where Karen was on her knees she pulled her up and pushed her away grabbing the boy's penis as she did so. "My turn sister dear," said Karen. Dropping to her knees she inserted the boys shaft into her mouth and laved it luxuriously. She sucked slowly. She wondered if the boy thought that she was as good a cock sucker as her sister. She decided that he probably didn't give a damn.

Karen meanwhile, had taken Lars over her knee and was spanking him furiously with a hairbrush. He bucked crazily but did not attempt to avoid his punishment or to beg for mercy he knew it would not be granted. Karen spoke to him softly while she rained down spanks on his tortured bottom. He was crying now, but still not whining for mercy or trying to escape; talk about pussy-whipped, thought Judy.

Karen stopped spanking her slave and made him lay on his back across the flat of a barren coffee table. She lowered herself over his face and commanded him to eat her.She turned herself so that her butt hole would be directly over his nose while his tongue did its duty. He clearly had not "eaten" in an age, a fact attested to by his unaffected gusto. Karen, trying to maximize her pleasure, ground his face with her pussy while commanding him to lick and suck harder. The poor boy tried, but Judy's insatiable sister was not giving him quarter. Only a series of sudden, violent, jerking movements on the part of his mistress finally relieved the boy of his labor.

For some two hours the girls stayed at the clubhouse and played with various sexually liberated lotharios. Sated was a word seldom heard between them, but it surely described them this day.

Watching the many scenes today, gave me and idea," said Judy.

"And..." said Karen.

"While you were off doing your thing...you know before I found you, I saw something that really turned me on," said Judy.

"And..." repeated the younger girl.

"I saw a guy butt fucking another guy. The guy getting the screwing clearly did not like it. I think he was deathly embarrassed."

"That was Dale Pinkly and Darlene Pinkly's slave, Marty. Dale and Darlene are brother-sister. Darlene was ticked at Marty's making passes at some of the girls and commenting on their clothes, so now she makes Marty wear female underwear and let's any many fuck him who wants to or who she can talk into it."

"I see. Well, anyway, I'd like to bring Lars to our place and let him butt fuck Mac."

"Really? And do you think that Mac would go for it?" asked Karen.

"I can safely say that Mac will do as I wish in the matter."

"Well, yes, but..."

"I know, I know, you aren't sure of your Lars, Right?"

"No, no, I guess not. He is my slave. If I want him to butt fuck your `slave,' he'll ram that pole of his up as far and as deep as I tell him to."

"Then it's settled," said Judy, "you two will come over for dinner next Friday night and we'll do it then."

"Okay" said Karen with a matter-of-fact look on her face. "But, are you going to clue in Mac before hand or leave him in the dark until the last minute?"

"I'm gonna keep him in the dark till the dinner. It'll be more interesting watching him realize what's gonna happen to him when the guy who's gonna do him is sitting right across from him."

"Yes, very interesting," agreed Karen.

The greetings had been sincere. Everybody liked everybody. Drinks were light but capable of producing a minor buzz if the imbiber were not as careful as the occasion merited. Mac especially wanted to go slow on the tequila -- his favorite drink -- he was completely aware that tonight would be special.

Mac also knew that control had passed from himself to his love. She would set the tone for the night. She it was that would determine the night's course. She -- not Karen -- would be the matron in charge of, well, the sexual matters to be indulged in. And it thrilled him. He liked not having to make decisions. He allowed himself that he had done fairly well at leading at being master, but he harbored no illusions that it had ever been easy for him. If he ended by marrying Judy, he was completely comfortable with the notion that it would be a matriarchal union, and one he would thoroughly enjoy; the thought caused his penis to extend to half again its resting length.

The dinette showed the remains of the special, and light, dinner that Judy and Karen had planned and prepared so well. It would never due to have one of their silly men farting in the middle of the show, let alone either of them. Mac was aglow with anticipation. He had plied Judy with question upon query trying to find out what was in store, but she was adamant in her refusal to say anything substantive. His most aggressive interrogatives got him only a playful," We'll just let the evening chart it's own course."

Judy and Karen, of course knew exactly what was going to transpire and were iron-willed in their determination to "not" let Mac have a clue. Lars had been told. He'd balked some at first but Karen's cane had reminded him of his place and of his duty. Bent over the back of a chair at the club house, he had danced crazily on his toes as she whipped his naked buttocks mercilessly. With his pants held tightly by his knees, he was a squirming, begging, whining example of the uselessness of questioning an owner's prerogative.

"So, What now girls," asked Mac growing impatient with the waiting.

"You know, Mac," said Judy, "you are so impatient. You men, all of you, have it easy. We girls cook and entertain and take responsibility for nearly everything; you sit back and demand to know what's next on the menu."

"Oh come on, Judy, we're not that bad. Heck, i think that girls have it easier than us guys do."

"Oh really," said Karen. I'd like to see you do what we have to do if you think it's all so easy for us females! I bet you'd throw in the towel in a New York minute."

Mac looked over at Lars for support. The male teen just smirked. "What do you think Lars? Do guys or girls have it best?" asked Mac.

"Oh, I don't know. Karen, does do a lot of stuff; I mean she works hard as far as I can see. I guess if I had to say, I'd say that the girls maybe get the short end of things."

"Chicken!" said Mac smiling at the boy.

"Lars is not chicken, Mac. I've trained him and he does and says what he knows will please me. You should do as much for Judy," she said meaning it.

"But I do. Don't I sugar cakes," said Mac hoping for some vestigial support from his squeeze.

Judy sensed the time was right. "Wanna back up your claims, Mac?" asked Judy in a voice so sultry that Mac's cock almost burst through his pants.

Mac was no dummy. He knew he was being set up. He didn't care. He decided to take the plunge come what may. Judy was so pretty in her black sheath. Karen was gorgeous too with her jeans tucked into her expensive cowgirl boots, and her white sleeveless blouse. Whatever the cost he was gonna enjoy the hell out of this night. "Yeah, I'll back it up. What have you got in mind."

"Okay, said Judy, but no fair backing out after I tell you."

"I'm not gonna back out, promise."

"Okay, then. We're gonna give you an opportunity to see what a girl goes through on a date."

"And how's that exactly."

"Karen's going to show you," said Judy. Karen stood. She walked around to the head of the table where Mac sat, pulled him to his feet by his western string tie, and guided him out of the dinette into the hall and down it to his and Judy's room.

Lars and Judy were now alone at the table.

How'd you meet Karen, Lars, I don't think you ever said."

"Oh, we had dated a few times. Then, I heard of this club, well you know, you've been there. We went together, at my suggestion. We became close. The rest is history."

"How come you became her -- property."

"It's okay, don't be uncomfortable about it; I'm proud of it. Simple. She's gorgeous, and I would do anything to keep her. She knew that. She soon had me in handcuffs, then feminine underwear..."

"You mean panties, don't you Lars?" said Judy interrupting him.

"Yes, panties. Then other things. Then the make up. Then one night she got mad and almost abandoned me."

Almost?"

"Yes. I begged her to stay. I begged her on my knees. Some of the players at the club were into spanking; it gave her the idea, and I really got the business end of my own belt that night; I still remember it if you can believe it."

Judy was fully ready to believe it. she'd seen her sister in action; Karen had a cruel streak. "Can I ask you? You enjoy being punished?"

"Yes, and yes. Nothing, and I mean nothing, thrills me more than presenting my buttocks to her with a switch or a belt in her hand. Sometimes it stings so much I can barely stand it, but I always do -- somehow. I don't even have a safe word anymore. She can do as she likes with me. Surrender, is the ultimate pleasure."

"You think so?" she said.

"I do. I know it as a great truth. That's why i knew Mac was wrong about what he said before. Wrong in the sense that women don't sacrifice more than men do. But, then again, he was accidentally right, when he implied that women get more pleasure than men do. The y do, the women, because they can surrender themselves to their masters and experience the ultimate I spoke of."

"I see."

"Karen says you like to be spanked. True?"

"Yes. But I'm also beginning to like the other side as well."

Just as Lars was going to comment Karen and Mac reentered the room. Lars was completely taken aback. Mac was now a woman. Recognizable as Mac, but utterly female. He was wearing a tight fitting black sheath dress, a bra with some kind of falsies, low heels, billowing blond female hair, and serious make up. Judy spoke.

"My gawd, Karen. You have recreated my man."

"Do you like it?" Karen asked, clearly very pleased with herself.

"Yes! Lars, how do you like it?" asked Judy not fearing his answer.

Lars found his voice. "I like it fine. He's my date?"

"Yes, Lars. This is Mindy. She can't talk, but she is very willing," said Karen.

The little group automatically moved into the den, the same room where all but Lars had previously pleasured themselves. there were some changes now. Mac had put up curtains as per Karen's suggestion and installed an eight foot couch and a matching love seat as well.

Lars walked slowly over to Mindy and put his arm around her. He hardly noticed Judy turning down the dimmer switch reducing the harsh light of the indirect lighting system to a romantic glow. Lars guided the new female over to the couch.

Karen took Judy's hand and led her to the love seat on the other side of the wall.

As Karen led Mac down the hall for his make over, he still wasn't fully aware of what was in store for him. Karen was about to educate him.

As they entered the spacious bedroom, that Judy had helped him decorate only some weeks before, Mac could no longer stand the suspense. "So, what up Karen? What have I gotten myself into?"

"Sit down, Mac. No not there. There, by the vanity."

Mac was puzzled, but he complied. Mac you said you were game for anything true?" The man nodded, but it was clear he was uneasy. You get to be a girl tonight," she said matter-of-factly.

The look on his face was that of disbelief to the point of comedy. Then the shock turned to pallor as her words sank in. "You're kidding, right?"

"You did say anything."

"But I'm not a woman. I can't be a woman. I am a tall muscular man. I `need' to be a man; it's what I do!"

"Yes sir. And you do it so well. I saw you fuck my sister. And when you did me, it felt `sooo' good, but tonight I'm going to dress you and make you over and turn you into a very fuckable girl and Lars is going to do you. Exciting huh?"

Mac had the sensation of not being able to move; even his fingers refused to twitch. He felt hot and buzzzzy. He understood very well what she had said, but her words held no reality no feasibility no "possibility"!

Karen, beautiful Karen, walked over to him and gently, as only a delicate girl could, lifted his face with the tips of her fingers. "Let me do you Mac. I promise you will thank me. It will please me, and it will please your Judy. We want to see you screwed like a girl gets screwed. We want to see you lose your virginity. Please?"

In a voice that was barely a whisper, he said, "okay."

She made him stand up. She undressed him. Very lightly and briefly she toyed with his rock hard penis. She had him sit. She applied makeup to his eyes: shadow, mascara, liner. She used a very fine coat of foundation to his baby smooth face. The lipstick was next -- an orangy shade. Then she applied a perfume more suited to a whore than to a well bred fem. Finally it was time to clothe his nakedness. Black thong panties with built-in tummy tightener to restrain his bulge. Next his bra and a set of teenage falsies of a type that she herself had worn as little as a year earlier. The shoes she slipped on his feet fit perfectly; a set of low heeled black pumps. The sheath dress was next to last; she could see he secretly loved the feel of it. Last of all the wig. Mac was a new person, a new female person.

Looking in the mirror, Mac was all but in love with his own image, never mind that it was a mythical one.

As the girls settled into the depths of the love seat, Lars was already busy pulling his slightly reluctant date closer to him. His arm around the fem's shoulder was controlling. The hand of the other arm was sneaking up the black sheath causing Mindy's thigh muscles to contract spasmodically. Soon Lars was feeling the restrained hardness of his sissy-girl. "Relax Mindy, I promise to make you glad it was me that took you first."

Mindy, for her part was getting into it. Something had come over her. Being feminine was intoxicating. Surrendering to a man was arousing him as surely as he had ever been aroused by a female partner. And Lars was teasing his privates in a most practiced manner. She let him have his way.

Lars stood. He pulled at Mindy to make her turn around. Mindy found herself with her back to her man, while kneeling on the couch with her butt stuck backwards in a most lascivious pose. Lars stood behind her and traced the outline of his dates buttocks and the crease that divided them. he lifted his dress and let an index finger invade the crease itself. Mindy felt the string of his thong pulled slightly to the side and a finger insert itself into her sphincter; it probed deeply.

Judy had her arm around Karen, and had slowly insinuated her left hand into her sister's bra. Karen decided to let her sister do as she pleased with her. Judy used her right hand to unbutton her sister's jeans. Soon she was massaging her clit through her sopping panties. Karen turned to her sister and kissed her deeply, passionately.

Lars had by now applied KY-jelly to his date's rectum. Having stripped his pants to his ankles, he was now pressing the tip of his tool against the fem's backside and sliding in with effort. Mindy was gasping in discomfort, but she was not trying to evade her fate; indeed she was pushing back against the invaders's cock. Lars finally gained entry into Mindy's virgin hole. He waited. He whispered words of encouragement to her. A length he leaned forward wrapping his arms around the bent over fem; one hand found the other's loins and squeezed the she-male's shaft. With that Lars buried his cock deep inside the fem and began a rhythmic pumping motion. Mac almost fainted with desire, overcome as he was with the pleasure-in-pain of it all.

Soon Lars exploded. Mindy was making unintelligible noises as he felt hot cum fill his hole.

Karen was humping three of her sisters fingers and stiffening as wave after wave of orgasmic passion swept her along.

The morning after, Karen and Lars left early. Judy and Mac screwed like bunnies until noon, when spent, and finally unable to perform, they went downstairs for coffee and bagels and cream cheese.

"Well?" she asked smiling broadly.

"Well what?"

"You know what."

He surrendered. "It was okay. I really got into it after a little bit. It did hurt at first though. I prefer being a man, but the occasional game is okay."

"You looked pretty good you know. I think Lars really was turned on by you."

"Trust me I know he was. As he was fucking me, he kept whispering for me to be a good baby and take my screwing like a real woman. You know, it made me feel better; I mean his whispering to me."

"Really."

"Yes. But this morning when you rolled me over and impaled yourself on my cock... Well, gawd it felt good and safe and fun and sexy and wonderful. You have the best pussy I've ever fucked."

"Better than Karen's?" Judy's smile betrayed her amusement at his discomfort.

"I won't kid you; she's a trip. But yes, you're the best flat period."

She believed him. "Let's join Karen's club."

"Consider it a done deal," he said.

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