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The Guests(2/1)
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THE GUEST (Part 2 - Some kind of hospitality)
"Why didn't you tell me?"
As soon as the two girls got inside Debbie's large bedroom and
shut the door, Polly turned on her. Although she had been
incredibly turned on watching her friend spanked in front of
her, all kinds of feelings of guilt and disgust were battling
with her lust for dominance in her troubled mind.
"I'm sorry," Debbie cried, her tears still partly due to the
throbbing in her bottom, but redoubled in flow under Polly's
bitter attack. "I couldn't... it's just too embarrassing!"
"Embarrassing for you!" Polly couldn't get the sight of
Debbie's upturned cheeks bouncing uncontrollably under her
father's slipper out of her mind. "What about me?"
"I know, I know," Debbie cried. "I'm sorry. I've said I'm
sorry. What else do you want me to do?"
The question drilled into her friend's confused emotions and
she spoke almost without thinking.
"Turn round and put your hands flat on the bed!"
"What? Polly, I...."
"DO IT!"
Her recent spanking had elevated the submissive part of
Debbie's subconscious and, seeing the anger in her best
friend's face, she turned and bent down to adopt the position
demanded of her.
As soon as she had done so, Polly lifted her skirt right up
and dropped it onto her back. For so long she had fantasised
about this moment - yet she had never imagined that she might
spank her friend out of anger; it had always been an erotic
event where role-play would supply the reason for Debbie
accepting her punishment. She gritted her teeth and pulled
her friend's panties down - all the way to her ankles - and
lifted her hand.
Debbie's bottom was still red from her slippering and Polly
could make out the cane welts she had seen earlier - though
they were harder to see now against this crimson background.
She paused for a moment to take in the shape of her friend's
exposed buttocks: full, but unburdened by superfluous fat.
She put a hand behind her to touch her own bottom, now as
always rather plumper than she would like - just like the
rest of her. Several of her friends at college were ardent
feminists and were always going on about the way women were
made to feel bad about their bodies by men who set up
unhealthy thinness as the ideal. She agreed with them too, in
her head. But that didn't stop her wanting to lose a few
pounds.
She gazed at the pink vision offered to her. There was
nothing unnaturally or unhealthily thin about Debbie - she was
lusciously slim with plenty of curves and fabulous muscle tone
- and Polly had always thought her the most beautiful woman
she knew. Now she was about to spank her - the thing she'd
wanted to do for nine whole months. She lifted her hand a
little higher.
Suddenly, unbidden, tears began to prick at her eyes and Polly
dropped her hand to her side and sat miserably on the bed.
She knew that it was her feelings about herself, and her
sexual response to Debbie's spanking by her dad, that were
making her angry - she couldn't take that out on Debbie. And
the realisation of that made her feel worse - she was so
pathetic that she couldn't even take what she wanted when it
was offered to her. She put her head in her hands and wept.
"Polly? Do you want me to stay like this?"
Debbie was still bent over with her bottom bared. She had
learned from her father that you didn't get up from your
punishment until whoever was in charge of your spanking told
you to. She waited, but her friend didn't reply.
"Polly? Aren't... aren't you going to spank me?"
Polly looked up. "No," she said. "I'm sorry, I don't know
what came over me."
Debbie still didn't move. She was feeling a familiar warmth
between her legs.
"I mean, I don't mind if you do - I do deserve it."
Polly looked at her friend's face, the unstated meaning of
this statement fuzzy to her.
"You don't mind if I spank you?"
"I should have asked daddy before about you staying. I put
you through all that downstairs. I'd be cross if I were in
your shoes."
"But if you had spoken to him, you wouldn't have invited me,
would you?"
"I guess not."
"So it's for the best isn't it?"
"I suppose so."
There was silence for a minute. Debbie broke it.
"So... do I have to stay like this?"
Polly hadn't realised, in her confusion, that her friend was
holding her bare bottomed posture until she released her from
it and giggled.
"Yes, Debs. Sorry."
Debbie stood up, slipping her panties off.
"These just rub if I put them back on." She cocked her head
on one side and looked at her friend. "Polly?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure?"
"Would you rub some cream onto my bottom for me. It helps the
pain a bit."
If Polly had to think twice, she didn't let it show. She took
the offered tube from Debbie and watched as her friend crawled
past her onto the bed and lay down on her front, her skirt
still covering her.
Polly moved Debbie's legs apart so that she could kneel
between them, bared her friend's bottom once more, and then
squeezed a little cream onto her right hand, rubbing both
palms together to spread the slippery stuff over her hands.
Between Debbie's thighs, in that position, her vulva pouted
pinkly a little and Polly felt her desire being rekindled by
the sight. She suddenly felt a little surge of courage.
"Kneel up, Debs. It's easier that way."
Debbie, still in an obedient frame of mind, got up to her
knees - now displaying her pussy in its full glory to her
friend who gazed hungrily at the succulent folds. Polly
placed one hand on each red cheek, raising a slight wince from
the other girl, and then began to smooth the comforting cream
over her well-spanked bottom.
She remembered something from her midnight talks with Debbie
suddenly and asked:
"Does your dad still rub cream onto your bottom now, like he
used to when you were little?"
She was working gently over the whole sore area and Debbie had
closed her eyes to give herself up to the soothing sensuality
of Polly's touch.
"Mostly," she answered.
Polly tried to imagine Debbie's father in her place, siding
his large hands over his daughter tender flesh and slipped one
hand beneath her own skirt to stroke her clitoris through her
panties to relieve a little of the heat that had suddenly
appeared there.
She could see the moisture gathering inside Debbie's inner
lips and experimented by tracing a path with her fingers which
ran down over her friend's thighs and then brushed close to
her pussy on the return journey. Debbie pushed her bottom up
towards Polly's hands as she repeated the move and Polly
allowed herself to move in closer and closer as she traced the
same path over and over: now brushing seductively through
Debbie's mat of hair, now running along the place where her
mound begins to rise, now trailing along the edge of Debbie's
pink gash and now, finally, slipping two fingers into the wet,
silky pleats of her sex.
"Ohh! Polly, that's so good!" Debbie moaned, pushing her hips
up to meet her friend's touch.
****
"I bet daddy doesn't do this!" Polly giggled, her fingers
pressing gently on Debbie's sensitive clit.
There was no answer from Debbie - at least, not in words - but
as she recalled her father's exploration of her on the night
of her caning, she groaned and pushed hard against Polly's
fingers, feeling the wave of her climax rush through her.
Polly, rather than disgust this time, felt a powerful erotic
exhilaration as she interpreted her lover's response.
"Debbie? Does he?"
"Don't stop!" Debbie gasped. "Ohh! Just... just once!"
Polly now reached between her own legs again, one hand staying
to keep up her commitment to Debbie's pussy, this time quickly
tugging her knickers out of the way and entering her own
wetness. She closed her eyes and saw a vivid pictures of
Debbie's father between her legs, his fingers deftly working
his own daughter to orgasm.
"Did... did you let him?" she asked, her own breath coming in
short stabs now.
"I... Oh! God! I asked him to!"
That was nearly too much for Polly, she pushed two fingers
right up inside her lover and rubbed hard and fast against her
own clit, bringing herself to a speedy climax. Once she had
passed her peak, she returned her attention to her friend,
leaving her fingers inside her and beginning to move them
gently in and out while her other hand supplied more fingers
to seek out and massage Debbie's engorged clitoris.
Polly slowly increased the speed and depth of her finger-
fucking, always maintaining the slower, firm circular
movements over her lover's fleshy bud, until once more she
felt Debbie about to come. She felt the body under her hands
go stiff for a few seconds, Debbie crying out into her pillow
before relaxing again, still impaled on Polly's fingers.
"He didn't do that, though," she said.
"What?"
"Put his fingers inside me."
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Polly slipped her fingers from her friend's pussy and rolled
her onto her back, Debbie groaning slightly as her sore bottom
touched the bed.
"I think, after all, I shall spank you," Polly announced.
"Although not today. Do you agree to submit to that?"
"Yes," Debbie said quietly, Polly's tone firm and decisive
now.
"Good." Polly smiled. "For now, I have something else in
mind."
With that she yanked her panties right off, straddled Debbie,
and made her way up over the other girl's body until her
greedy cunt was just above Debbie's mouth.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Mmmm!" came the reply. Polly closed her eyes - and sat
down.
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