Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 96
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 96: Tommy Learns a New Skill

Across town, everyone was dressed again except the two girls, and they were all gathered once again in the garage. Courtney was standing in the front, uncomfortably, in the pose her mother had made her assume - hands on her hips, legs apart, her pussy thrust outward. Her pert tits pointed accusingly at the boys gathered in a circle around her. Mrs. Snetch pulled up a sturdy wooden chair with no arms to Courtney's right. She sat a wooden hairbrush, a ping-pong paddle, a paint stirrer, a wooden spoon, and the school paddle with the holes in it on the chair.

"Okay - before we have some 'girl on girl' action," Mrs. Snetch said, "We need to make sure that my daughter's bottom is just as red and blistered as Ms. Git's over there." She pointed to Emily, once again installed in the corner with her bare butt on display. They had delayed in the bathroom briefly earlier. Emily had protested to her mother that she was going to wet herself if she wasn't allowed to use the toilet. Emily's mother had replied that there was no way she was removing Emily's harness so that she could try to escape once again. In the end, they had compromised by forcing Emily to squat over the toilet while still wearing the harness, the net result of which was that Emily had to pee in front of the boys, all of the boys, even S. F. and Randy looking on from the doorway, while standing on the toilet seat and squatting. In this position, her pee trickled around the harness and off it without making much mess or getting all over her. She'd glared defiantly at the boys the whole time, and had tolerated being wiped by Jimmy (reprising his role as chief butt wiper) by simply glaring at him the whole time he was touching her, like she held him in complete contempt. As she stood now in the corner, Emily's butt was a mass of welts and stripes, of blisters and blotches, of red and black and blue marks. Courtney's eyes were drawn to it, and she winced at the sight. "Six boys," Mrs. Snetch added. "And six modes of blistering my daughter's butt, counting hand spanking along with the 5 paddles. All that remains is determining which of you is doing what."

"Oooh! Oooh!" Matty squealed, waving his hand in the air. "Dibs on the big one!" He pointed wildly to the school paddle with the formidable row of holes.

"Why should you get the big one?" his brother challenged. "You have the smallest hands, you should get the smallest one." He pointed to the paint stirrer.

'I don't want that one," Matty said. "It'll hardly hurt at all."

"Really," Mrs Snetch said, glaring at him. "Would you like me to try it out on your bare little butt so you can attest to that personally?"

"Um, no ma'am," Matty said immediately.

"Then quiet down," his aunt snapped back. "As we're all too personally involved, I think Emily's mother should decide which of you uses which method to blister my daughter's naughty butt. I'm sure she'll come up with something fair that we can all agree to, just as she did earlier."

Mrs. Git smiled and clapped her hands. "Oh this is going to be fun!" she exclaimed. "Now let's see. I want you over there," she said, pointing to Matty and indicating a position on her far left. "And you, young man, you clearly have to be over here," she said to S. F., pointing to the other side. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on Chad. "I think you should go next to him," she said, pulling him by the arm to stand by Matty. "Then we'll have the little one's brother." She pulled Jeremy over next to Chad, leaving a gap between him and S. F. "No, that's not right," she said, frowning. "I believe this young man goes on the end." She dragged Randy over so that he flanked Matty on her left, so he was now on the end. She pointed at Alan. "And you, young man, go between those two." She pulled him into the gap between Chad and Alan.

"I know where I go," Jimmy said. He walked over, shoved Alan closer to Chad, and moved S. F. the other way so he could go in between them. Mrs. Git beamed. Then she shook her head. "He's still not right," she said, pointing to Chad. She pulled him out of line and stuck him between Randy and Matty. "Perfect," she said.

Chad looked at Jimmy, and so did the other boys. Then he looked at Mrs. Git, who had crossed her arms and was smiling at them. "How did he know where to go?" he asked. "I thought you was going by height, but Alan's taller than Jimmy, and I'm taller than Jeremy and Matty. And Randy's taller than Matty and me and Jeremy and Jimmy. So why is he on the end?"

"God, Chad, you're so dense sometimes," Jimmy said.

"Then I'm dense, too," Alan said. "Because I don't get it, either."

Mrs. Git giggled. "I couldn't help myself," she said.

"Huh?" S. F. said.

"What?" said Alan at the same time.

"I don't get it," said Randy over top both of them.

"She's going by dick size!" Jimmy said, looking exasperated. "At least, by soft dick size. So Randy goes on the end because he disappears when he's not hard, and then Chad's next, because he barely sticks out. Then comes Matty, and Jeremy, because with those skin flaps they have on the tips of their dicks, theirs look longer than Chad's and Randy's, even though the really aren't, hard. And then Alan is next, because his is as long as mine but not as thick, and we all know that S. F. is last with that python of his." S. F. blushed.

"I had to guess in your case, young man," Mrs. Git said cheerfully, pointing at Alan. "And for you, too," she added, pointing to Randy.

"Mine's really longer than Jimmy's," Alan said quietly.

"I could be mistaken," Mrs. Git said brightly. "If you boys would like to show me so I could do a quick comparison..."

"No, thanks," Alan said quickly. "I'll just stay right here."

"Well, then," Mrs. Git said. "I was thinking that, with you boys lined up in order of potency, so to speak, we could hand out the paddles in a more even fashion. This way, the less a boy has, the more help he gets in the job. Mr. 'Ooo Lah Lah' here on the end," she pointed to S. F., "probably needs little more than his hand to make an impression on your daughter. And the virile young man next to him can probably make an ample impression with the paint stirrer. Although paint stirrers are quite nasty little paddles, you know. They sting like the dickens. Anyway, the wooden spoon would go to this handsome lad," she said, pointing to Alan. "And the ping-pong paddle goes to young Jeremy. "His younger brother gets the wooden spoon (a nasty piece of work as well, they make the most awful bruises on your heinie). And this adorable young man would get this nasty hairbrush. And that truly nasty thing from the school would go to the hefty gentleman on the end."

Randy looked at Chad like he'd gone nuts admitting to such a humiliating claim. Then his eyes narrowed as he caught on to Chad's aim—he wanted the biggest, most deadly paddle. Well, Randy wasn't going down without a fight. "No you're not," he said. "I'm the smallest. Mine disappears entirely. So I get the good paddle."

"So does mine," Chad said. "And mine's smaller than yours hard. So I get it."

"Now, boys," Mrs. Git said. "There's an easy way to solve this."

Chad stepped forward without hesitation and yanked his pants down to his knees, front and back, exposing his undersized, soft dick. Hesitating only a moment, Randy also stepped forward, fumbling with his pants. After what seemed like forever, he got the snap loose and the zipper down, then had to pull and tug to get the wide expanse of cloth off his butt. It was almost a minute before his wide bottom was displayed alongside Chad's, his crotch exposed for Mrs. Git's (and Mrs. Snetch's and Courtney's) gaze.

Mrs. Git crouched in front of the boys' displayed crotches. "Oooh, this is going to be a difficult decision," she said. Each boy also looked down at himself and risked a quick glance at the other boy (Chad had guessed he was pretty small when he'd risked this gambit - he'd taken the fact he couldn't feel his penis touching his pants at all as a sign it might pay off). But a quick glance showed it wasn't that simple - Randy's dick was nowhere to be seen, either.

"I feel like I should be choosing a floor," Mrs. Git said, giggling. "I'm surrounded by elevator buttons. Which one is for up?"

Courtney actually giggled, forgetting her peril for the moment. Both boys were looking rather pathetic, two crotches with tight wrinkled bags pulled tight to the bodies, balls tight lumps in the tight flesh, flush, round penis heads buried in skin, the little pee slits bisecting the bottom halves of each almost identically.

"You think they look funny?" Mrs. Snetch growled. "You think boys are hilarious? We'll see if you think they're funny when you're over their laps getting your saucy little butt blistered by them."

"This one's the winner," Mrs. Snetch suddenly said, poking Chad's hidden penis firmly like she was choosing the first floor. Chad was startled, but immediately grinned—for the first time in his life his small penis had made him the winner, not the loser. Randy looked disappointed.

"But I'm just as small," Randy said plaintively.

"I know, sweety," Mrs. Git said consolingly, smiling at the thought that these boys were actually arguing over whose penis was more pathetic. "But he has hair down there, so he's more developed, and he's still small. You don't have hair yet. So he's really the smallest one."

"But I get the biggest paddle," Chad sang out, picking up the school monstrosity. He waved it through the air and listened to the air whistle through the holes. Randy picked up the hairbrush.

"Hey, mine's pretty big, too," he said. He waved it past Courtney's face. Courtney cringed.

Tommy Henson walked slowly down the hall to the guestroom, where Dakota now bedded down alone since Gabriel had moved into Chad's bed. He could still taste Gabriel's genital appendage in his mouth, the salty, mildly musky scent of boy. And he wasn't unhappy about it. Gabriel tasted clean, somehow, even after a day sweating in his pants, and despite the drips of pee that had to have clung to the tip every time he peed. The fact boys peed with their dicks didn't bother Tommy anymore. The fact some of them squirted semen didn't bother him, either. In fact, he'd rather missed it when Gabriel had climaxed, still too young to squirt semen. He'd actually enjoyed the rubbery feeling of Gabriel's little dick in his mouth this time, had thrilled internally when Gabriel had risen to his toes and grunted as he came. He'd held Gabriel's little bare butt tightly in his fingers as the smaller boy had cum, messaging the velvet skin over the tense muscles. He'd let his lips pull most of his saliva off of Gabriel's dick head after the little dick had stopped jumping in his mouth, and he'd pulled up Gabriel's pants himself, tucking the other boy's little dick into his underwear as he did. Then he'd risen without a word and walked naked out of the room his own dick half swollen and bobbing from side to side as he walked (he'd have been completely hard, but he'd cum a lot in the last few hours and had lost a lot of his ardor).

He knocked on Dakota's door, wondering what he'd be facing inside.

"It's open, dickwad," Dakota's voice said from inside. Tommy turned the knob and stepped into the guestroom.

It was darker in there than he'd expected. Dakota had the curtains closed and the blinds drawn, shutting out the growing dusk and the streetlights. She was lying on her bed wearing a bath robe, her dusky legs exposed up to within a couple inches of where her crotch had to be. But her legs were closed demurely, and the robe was tight around her, and her back propped up on pillows, a Teen magazine beside her that she'd obviously been reading. "Close the door and lock it," she ordered Tommy. "Then come over here to the bed and have a seat."

Tommy, still wondering, did as she said. He disliked that his penis swayed ponderously as he walked, and that Dakota looked at it with such open disdain. As she reached the foot of the bed, Dakota turned out the light, plunging the room into darkness. "Sit on the end of the bed," Dakota's voice ordered out of the darkness. "If you're stinking butt's clean, that is. If it's not, stand up. I don't want any skid marks on my nice sheets."

"I'm clean," Tommy said hoarsely. He found the edge of the bed and settled on it. His eyes were adjusting, but he could still only see the vaguest outline of the window, and nothing in the room.

"Good," Dakota said. "Because I want to talk to you about something, but I don't want to look at you while I do. So shut up and listen, and only answer when I tell you to. You understand?"

It took Tommy a moment to realize this was one of those times he was supposed to answer. "Yeah," he said.

"Good," Dakota said again. "So here's the deal. You hurt my brother. I know it wasn't him you meant to hurt, but you hurt him bad. And he's whipped your butt good for it, and I have to say I enjoyed watching him do it, and watching you bawl like a baby. And I know he's made you suck his little dork a bunch of times, too, even if you guys won't admit it, and that's fine by me. But the thing is, that doesn't make it up to me, does it? You hurt my brother, and that lowers me in his eyes. He's already thinking your brother is some sort of savior rather than me. I've got to keep my position. Because I'm responsible for the little butt crack. We're here now, but we could be anywhere tomorrow, and he's all I've got. He's a pain, but he's my brother. So I have to punish you myself, and show him that I'm still in control."

"You already punished me. You squeezed my balls," Tommy complained. It felt odd sitting naked on Dakota's bed, even if it was totally dark. "You about crushed them."

"Don't be ridiculous. I didn't crush your balls. I barely squeezed them at all. Now if you really want me to crush them..."

"And you spanked me! Hard! When I was getting diapered," Tommy added.

"They weren't just love taps - you were hitting me as hard as you could. And later, in the yard, Gabriel made blisters on me," Tommy said. "I'm still blistered. Isn't that enough?"

"Yeah, that was funny, too. But it isn't enough," Dakota's voice said out of the darkness.

"He made me do other stuff, too," Tommy said out of desperation. "Like you thought." He didn't want Dakota to spank him or paddle him, or whatever she had in mind. He couldn't figure out why he didn't. Because he kinda did want Gabriel to spank him again. And Chad, too, and of course Jesse. Their spankings burned his behind like fire, yet he tingled with excitement over a boy's knees, and that tingle spread to his dick and made him hot. Especially if he could feel the boy's dick against him while he was being spanked, like he had Jesse's. But thinking about being spanked by Dakota wasn't doing that - if anything, his dick was shrinking with the thought. He felt himself in the darkness - yes, definitely shrinking - his dick was down to only an inch and a half long or so, not hard like it had been when the big kid had spanked him just an hour ago. Why wasn't the thought of Dakota punishing him making him hard? But he knew the answer. Because Dakota was a girl.

"Of course he did," Dakota said dismissively. "I know little bro well, and if there's one thing he is, it's horny. I shared a bedroom with him for years, you know. So I know he pounds the potato every morning and every night. If you had a cunt he'd be sticking it in your love hole. But you don't, so there's only two things he could be doing with that tiny boner of his - sticking it in your mouth or sticking it up your ass. I'm guessing he's done both."

There was a silence that stretched out, stretched out unbearably for Tommy. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore. "Isn't that enough?" he asked hoarsely. "It hurts to have that done to you, you know."

"And it didn't hurt when you did it to Gabriel?" Dakota said. "Doesn't matter, anyway," she quickly added. "Maybe sticking his horny little dick up your ass is enough for him, but it's not for me," Dakota's disembodied voice replied. "You have to humiliate yourself to me before I'll be satisfied. Because I suspect you aren't nearly as upset about having to service my little bro, or your big bro, either, as you let on."

"Whaddyoumean?" Tommy said. He tried to sound indignant.

"I mean, dear cousin, that I have eyes. And I use them. I've seen what your pathetic dork does when you're called on to service my brother and the other boys. And I've seen how you look at that pudgy little friend of yours with the dork haircut. Hungry-like. The way the horn dogs in foster care and their perv fathers were always looking at me. Like you're a snack they want to gobble down. Although usually it was me that they wanted to do the gobbling." She paused, and the room was quiet. The furnace kicked in, reminding Tommy that the nights were getting colder, and also reminding him of the too hot room, and his and Jesse's decision to sleep naked, the events that had started all this.

"Anyway," Dakota said, "what I saw got me to thinking. Sure, it hurts you to get your butt paddled, and that's good - but eventually your butt gets so ripped up that we can't do any more to it without your mom finding out. And I don't think that doing the old tongue dance on my brother's chalupa is really that much of a punishment for you. I'm thinking it might just be more of a gift to you instead - isn't that what you'd call it, when you get something you really want? Even if the person giving it thought it would be a burden?"

"Huh?" Tommy said.

"You aren't very bright, are you, stud?" she snapped back. "Okay, cards on the table. I know you're a closet sausage smuggler, okay? A homo, a queer, a butt pirate, a sword swallower. I know, and I don't care. Except that you need to be punished for the insult to our family you caused, and what my brother's making you do isn't doing it. Not even taking you put your tight little butt. So I brought you here to really make you suffer."

"What?" Tommy said. He decided not to take issue with her rather accurate assessment of his current feelings. "You said I shouldn't be spanked or paddled anymore. You told Beth that. And you're right - my behind is awfully sore, and it's still got blisters on it from last time, and what happened in school today didn't help. And it think Beth burned me a little, too."

Tommy opened his mouth to say that he'd not said anything about his balls, then shut it again, realizing that wouldn't help.

"I'm not going to spank you or paddle you, anyway," Dakota said. "If I had intended to, I'd have left the light on so I could watch the blisters grow and watch you wiggle and squirm. It's fun to watch you wiggle and squirm when you get spanked, you know. And I like the expressions on your face when it really starts hurting."

"I'm going to do you a favor," Dakota said. "Although being a cum-monkey, I doubt you'll appreciate it. I'm going to teach you a new skill."

"What?" Tommy asked again after another period in which Dakota volunteered no more information.

"I'm going to teach you how to lick a girl's cunt," she said.

S. F. looked rather self-conscious sitting in the hard backed wooden chair with a completely naked Courtney draped over his lap. Her almost wasp waist tapered out to gorgeous feminine curves, her white skinned butt tensed with anticipation of what was coming, and with the effects of the soap burning in her rectum. She had settled down across his lap awkwardly, so that all the boys noticed the outward droop of her breasts as she leaned over, then watched her butt appear in all its glory as she settled down. She had her legs extended straight out behind her and together, so that they hid her pussy from this angle and her butt crack remained demurely closed, her toes in contact with the carpet, her arms hanging down either side of her head. Finding that uncomfortable, she grasped the upper rung of the legs of the chair with her hands instead and stayed there, tensed and ready for the unimaginable ordeal that was about to start.

"No, that won't do at all," Mrs. Snetch said, as S. F. tried to figure out what to do with his hands. He'd settled the left one gingerly across her waist, but he couldn't figure out whether he should rest the right on her butt or not - it seemed, somehow, sinful to touch a girl there. Except to hit her, of course. He'd know what to do then. He'd have no problem touching her butt with his hand to cause the holy healing ordeal of pain.

"Courtney, you have to relax your gluteal muscles and bend your bottom at a 90 degree angle for your chastisement. And separate your legs - a girl who's acted as wanton as you should have to display her privates while being chastised. Besides, before each boy starts I'll want them to verify that the soap bars are still firmly in place in both your orifices," her mother said.

Courtney reluctantly relaxed her buns and let her butt spread, and moved her knees apart, bending at the hips until her thighs hung down S. F.s' side, her legs angling back to her toes, still dug into the carpet on the floor. She wondered what the boys could see of her genitals in that position - surely not that much.

But in fact S. F. could see it all, and he was somewhat bothered by that. He was looking, from just a couple of feet away, directly into Courtney's butt crack. Her butt hole was wide open and drew his attention, a tight slit only about half an inch long with rippling, pink wrinkled muscles circling it in a star pattern. It twitched as he watched, and Courtney fought back gas pressures that the soap was making inside her. Suddenly, without warning, it spasmed open, releasing a trail of small bubbles that rose out of her butt crack and drifted in the air currents of the garage. A second eruption added another trail of bubbles. Matty and Jeremy both giggled this time. "We should start calling her 'bubble butt,' Matty said. Jeremy giggled hysterically.

"You may start when ready," Mrs. Snetch said. "Give my daughter a good, hard bare-bottomed spanking. Cover her entire panty area with slaps. Don't be afraid to spank hard - I'm sure you were spanked hard when you got it in school as a result of her machinations. I'll tell you when she's had enough of the hand and is ready for the next boy and the first paddle."

Courtney's body tensed in fright at the imminence of the pain she'd seen the boys endure and had been dreading all afternoon, the tension blowing the biggest fart out of her yet, a fart that had bubbles swirling around S. F. S. F. was taken aback for a moment, then steeled his resolve, raised his hand high, and brought it down as hard as he could on her bare left butt cheek. As the loud smacking sound echoed through the room, Courtney tensed and then moaned, the moan becoming a squeal as S. F. immediately landed and equally hard smack on her right cheek. Courtney's feet beat a tattoo on the carpet and she clenched the chair rung tightly. "Make him stop, mother! Make him stop! It hurts!"

"Excellent," Mrs. Snetch replied. "Spankings are supposed to hurt. Carry on, young man."

And S. F. did. He slowly and methodically spanked Courtney's bare butt, his strong blows making her buns bounce and loud smacks echo around the room, as Courtney begged and pleaded and kicked.

S. F. tried to ignore the slit between Courtney's legs that alternately closed and gaped widely with her kicking and tried to focus on the surface of her no longer creamy-skinned butt, doing his best to spread the spanks around evenly. Her weight against his crotch, through the thin punishment skirt he was wearing, kept shifting, stimulating his penis quite disconcertingly until he grew hard down there. That increased the pressure of her writhing body on it, stimulating him still more. He tried to keep his mind off the contact, which had to be sinful, too, and focus on his job of making her feel the cleansing pain he was convinced she needed. He'd administered almost 20 spanks, and her round, feminine butt was glowing red now, but Mrs. Snetch hadn't shown any sigh of stopping him yet. He remembered his own spankings and shifted technique, aiming several spanks in a row on the area right over her anal orifice.

Courtney squealed in surprise as the second spank landed right on top the previous one, and the third on top the second. Her legs contracted, so that her feet were kicking in the air, and her body twisted so that her butt wiggled most enticingly. S. F. landed a 4th and 5th spank right over the hole, wondering if he hit hard enough if it would burn all the way in, the way his butt had when he'd been spanked this way by his mother's prayer group. Mrs. Snetch watched impassively until he'd landed the 11th and 12th spank in this same spot, then stopped him. "Very good, young man," she said, lifting his arm down to his side. Courtney was engaged in full-fledged sobbing now, collapsed over his lap. "Get up, young lady! This boy should have you sufficiently warmed up, now! Let's get on with some real punishment!"

Across town, a stunned silence had paralyzed Tommy. "Do what?" he finally croaked, not sure he had heard right.

"You're going to learn how to lick cunt," Dakota said. "You're going to learn it fast, and you're going to learn to do it good. Or I will give you that paddling afterward anyway. But if you're a good boy, I'll give you a pat on the head and let you walk out of her with your stinky little butt intact."

"Cunt?" Tommy said, not sure he'd heard the word right.

"Of course, cunt!" Dakota said. "What did you suppose I had between my legs, a dork like you stupid boys? Or did you think I was like a Barbie doll, all smooth and nothing down there?"

"You mean, your privates?" Tommy said, still thinking this had to be unreal. "You want me to—to--." He stopped, unable to go on.

"You're going to lick my cunt," Dakota said. "With your tongue. Like it was the best dessert you ever tasted. You're going to make me cum, then you're going to make me cum again a few more times so you really get the knack. You're going to lick me until I tell you that you can stop, and I don't care how tired your tongue gets, or how sore. Now get your head over here so I can show you where to put it."

"But...but...," Tommy stammered. "You want me to put my mouth on you? Down there?"

"Funny how you don't mind doing it to other boys, but we girls make you hyperventilate to think about it," Dakota said. "Makes me think I'm right about you being a fudge packer. Now get your mouth over here and get to work."

Tommy sat on the bed, stunned. She wanted him to lick her in her girl place? What she called her cunt? He had trouble even thinking the forbidden word - his mother would have washed his mouth out with soap for a week if he'd said it. No wonder she'd turned off the lights! She'd have to disrobe for him to lick her there, and she probably didn't want him seeing it! But to put his mouth down there, where she peed, right next to where the poop came out...

"I'm counting to 10," Dakota said evenly. "If you're not over here by the time I reach 10, I'm turning on the light and blistering the daylights out of your butt, then I'm crushing your balls for about 5 minutes just for good measure."

"I don't have to just do whatever you say," Tommy retorted. "You're not my sister. I could just walk out of here."

"I suppose so," Dakota said evenly. And I can go across the street and get her to come home, too. The only reason she didn't beat your butt tonight is that I convinced her not to - I'm sure she'd still love the opportunity. She's found this most awesome paddle in your garage - she said it used to be your dad's fraternity paddle. She had wanted to give you about 50 smacks with it tonight, but I convinced her not to. Now stop stalling and get over here. One... Two... Three..."

Tommy, frozen, suddenly realized he'd better do something by the time she reached 8. He scrambled across the bed toward her voice, bumping into her bent knee with his nose.

"Oww!" he complained. Dakota's hand stretched out and she threaded her fingers into his hair, yanking him to the side and down toward the bed. "Owwww!" he complained more loudly as her second hand also caught in his hair. His butt still up in the air, his face was force down, down until his chin bumped warm, soft flesh. "Over here," Dakota said, pulling his head more to the left. His nose touched something moist. "Right there," she said. She pushed his head down so that his face was buried in fragrant skin. Tommy smelled an odor reminiscent of canned tuna, or a breeze off the ocean. The smell made him wrinkle his nose. Dakota readjusted his position, so that his nose came out of the moist place and his mouth was planted there instead, his nose just above it. Soft tissue caressed his lips. "Right there," Dakota ordered. "Start licking."

Tommy settled his knees under him to balance and reduce the amount she was pulling his hair. His butt was wide-spread and thrust back behind him as he crouched on his knees, and he'd have been embarrassed if the light was on. But it wasn't, so why did his wide open butt feel so vulnerable? He tentatively flicked his tongue out and tasted the damp skin under his mouth. It had a hint of a tang, kind of salty, but wasn't otherwise disagreeable. He let his tongue flick out again, probing. He could feel a kind of a depression, and a hard lump toward his nose. He had his tongue in her crack! In her girl crack, the place you made babies, the place the pee came out of! The lump was that bump girls had at the top of it, so he had to have his tongue right in her slit, right above the dick hole!

Dakota yanked his hair painfully. "Faster," she said. "Lick it like you'd lick an ice-cream cone!"

"Ow!" Tommy complained, but he licked faster, lapping his tongue over the slit and the bump and the surrounding area. Hair tickled his nose, and he could feel it on either side of the slit with his tongue. She must have hair on her crotch, like him and Chad, only denser, thicker, and curlier. Quite a bit of it, apparently. He tired to picture her anatomy from his memories of Chandra's cunt and from the way it felt under her tongue.

"Faster!" Dakota ordered. "Really lap it! And lap more around my clit!"

Her clit? Having no idea what that was, so he tried lapping harder down either side of her slit.

"Idiot! I said lick my clit!" Dakota growled. She yanked his hair and forced his tongue over the lump. Tommy dutifully lapped at the lump itself for a time.

"Lick harder!" Dakota ordered. She squirmed under him and yanked his hair again. "I can barely feel you!"

Tommy licked harder to avoid having his hair pulled. His arms were cramping trying to hold his face in position, and his tongue was rapidly getting tired. The aroma of fish was stronger now. He shifted his hands, and, finding them on either side of Dakota's butt, gripped it so he could press harder on her lump with his lips and tongue.

"Yes! Yes!" Dakota squealed, pressing his face harder into her moist crevice. She began bucking, her butt squeezing rock hard as she rammed her cunt into his face, almost blocking his ability to breathe. She stiffened, arched her back, held that position, gasping, and then suddenly collapsed, breathing heavily and letting her arms go limp. Tommy, gratefully, stopped licking, his tongue almost dead with fatigue.

There was a sharp, painful tug on his scalp. "I didn't say stop, asshole," Dakota said, shoving his face into her now sopping wetness. "Lick!"

Sighing, Tommy began moving his tongue over the still hard lump under his nose. The hairs tickled him and he tried not to sneeze. Dakota tensed under him, then pushed his face into her more deeply. "That's it," she said. "I'll make an expert cunt licker out of you yet. After all, we've got all evening to do this."