Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 118

Sally sucked hard and let Mark's balls pop out of her mouth, one after another. He gasped. Sally stood, glanced at Candy, then asked Mark, "You think I'm a bad girl?"

Mark took off his shirt, and his muscled arms and chest rippled. "Yes, you're a very, very bad girl, and you know what you deserve."

"I think you're right" Sally bent over and put her elbows on the

table. "You better punish me."

Candy was next to Sally, facing Mark. She could feel Sally's breath when she said, "I'm so bad, and I'm gonna get a spanking."

When they were little, and their father or mother had to spank them, she'd go to her room crying, but Sally always showed up smiling. Sally even played a game with their brother, Bobby, that ended with her needing to be spanked. Sally would tell her when they were going to play, then pretend to be mad when she caught Candy secretly watching. Sally was the exhibitionist, and she was the little voyeur, but what was Bobby's role?

The first three whacks made Candy wince. By the sixth slap, her adrenaline had spiked, and her pussy was drooling. Sally's ass was burnt-red with hand prints, and her face was flushed. Her massive tits were flattened against the table. She blew a kiss at Candy. Mark lowered his giant log of cock and almed it between Sally's cheeks. Candy gasped and grabbed her crotch when Mark thrust forward and slammed into Sally. It was almost the way her daddy had been doing her mother, but her mother hadn't been whimpering like Sally. Candy moved her face closer to Sally's backside. Mark's fingers gouged into the meat at her hips and yanked her back with each thrust.

Candy was breathless, staring in stunned silence at Mark's shaft as it appeared, then vanished back inside her sister's body. The act of fucking was fascinating to her. She took in the sounds, the smells and the glistening moisture on Mark's dick, and forgot about her need.

It surprised her when he pulled back, and all of his cock appeared. He grabbed the head and thrust forward. His slippery dick shot through his fist, and a shower of hot cream pelted Candy's face and chest. She was too shocked to close her gaping mouth. The next blast splattered her taste buds, then slid down her throat. She savored the salty flavor while Mark's cum spill down her body and pooled where her pussy pressed against the seat.

Candy pushed back from her desk, trembling in climax. No wonder I get off watching my stepdaughter shave her pussy, Candy thought. She had been born into an environment that developed a precocious child into a horny slut, then she'd spent years denying her true nature. All those years wasted.

Candy closed the window into Deana's world and sighed loudly. Sally told her, "You try it if you want, but it won't work. You're just like me, and one man, that narcissistic bastard, will never be enough. Easy for Sally to say, she gave her baby up, then ran off to wherever.

Her sister was wrong. Candy thought. She had changed, hadn't been with another man and was a good mother for Gloria, working even though she didn't have to and John discouraged it. Was that because she needed to prove she could make it on her own or was it yet another brick in the wall of denial?

Hadn't she wished Tonya would touch her or say something that would give her the courage to make something happen? Wouldn't she cheat with Tonya every chance she got? Didn't she flirt with the teenager who installed the security system, and enticed Evan so he would masturbate for her viewing pleasure? Of course she had, and worse, she wanted Evan. She had been having urges ever since she noticed the bulge in his pants. She hadn't acted, yet, but she needed help, or she couldn't be trusted alone with him. Sally was the only person on the planet who understood her and wouldn't judge her if she confessed. What else could Sally do for her?

When they arrived at Ms. Style's, Jason barely said a word for thirty minutes. Evan thought he was upset about the length of the drive and the size of the yard, but Jason didn't complain about either. However, when Ms. Style called and said she'd see him next week because she had to go someplace, then Jason bitched. Seemed like meeting her was more important than the money. Though, she did stash his three hundred dollars in an envelope.

There was a lot of work to do, and they got too busy to think about Ms. Style, or Brutus, who Jason was interested in. When they finished the front yard, Jason suggested they cool off in the pool before tackling the back. Evan thought about it, but despite the erotic appeal of getting naked in Ms. Style's yard, he rejected Jason's idea. "No, she said, use the pool, not skinny dip. Besides, who knows who might show up. Probably be some Girl Scouts dropping off cookies."

"Please, don't tease me," Jason said. "You know I got kicked out of the Boy Scouts for eating a Brownie."

I get off watching my stepdaughter shave her pussy, Candy thought. She had been born into an environment that developed a precocious child into a horny slut, then she'd spent years denying her true nature. All those years wasted.

Candy closed the window into Deana's world and sighed loudly. Sally told her, "You try it if you want, but it won't work. You're just like me, and one man, that narcissistic bastard, will never be enough. Easy for Sally to say, she gave her baby up, then ran off to wherever.

Her sister was wrong. Candy thought. She had changed, hadn't been with another man and was a good mother for Gloria, working even though she didn't have to and John discouraged it. Was that because she needed to prove she could make it on her own or was it yet another brick in the wall of denial?

Hadn't she wished Tonya would touch her or say something that would give her the courage to make something happen? Wouldn't she cheat with Tonya every chance she got? Didn't she flirt with the teenager who installed the security system, and enticed Evan so he would masturbate for her viewing pleasure? Of course she had, and worse, she wanted Evan. She had been having urges ever since she noticed the bulge in his pants. She hadn't acted, yet, but she needed help, or she couldn't be trusted alone with him. Sally was the only person on the planet who understood her and wouldn't judge her if she confessed. What else could Sally do for her?

When they arrived at Ms. Style's, Jason barely said a word for thirty minutes. Evan thought he was upset about the length of the drive and the size of the yard, but Jason didn't complain about either. However, when Ms. Style called and said she'd see him next week because she had to go someplace, then Jason bitched. Seemed like meeting her was more important than the money. Though, she did stash his three hundred dollars in an envelope.

There was a lot of work to do, and they got too busy to think about Ms. Style, or Brutus, who Jason was interested in. When they finished the front yard, Jason suggested they cool off in the pool before tackling the back. Evan thought about it, but despite the erotic appeal of getting naked in Ms. Style's yard, he rejected Jason's idea. "No, she said, use the pool, not skinny dip. Besides, who knows who might show up. Probably be some Girl Scouts dropping off cookies."

"Please, don't tease me," Jason said. "You know I got kicked out of the Boy Scouts for eating a Brownie."

To Be Continued..