| Candy Striped, Part 2 (The story so far: you should really read part one to get the full flavour of Corinne's slide into degradation, how having seen the waist band of a pair of candy-striped knickers on a girl at the mall she found herself unexpectedly the victim of a very erotic assault in her own car by three determined girls... Oh yes, and this is fiction for responsible adults only) Lenny Naylor leaned down, stared into the car and wondered what the hell was happening. True his wife Corinne was sat in the front as he expected looking somewhat disheveled though but in the back were two teenage girls, looking totally surly, and between them a smaller girl. A pre-teen who was grinning if something funny but secret was going on. "Corinne... Who are these, um, children?" The man said as disdainfully as he could, not getting into the car. He had been gone almost two hours and had a large box in a bag marked "PhotoSnapWorld" in his hand. He looked uncertain if he should get in as if he wouldn't be welcome. "Oh hi honey," said Corinne, her face tinged red at the cheeks. "Um, these are some girls I met. Kes, Beth in the middle and..." She realised in the three cums she had been forced to endure, the kissing and the feeling up, the humiliation of having the little one's knickers pushed in her mouth and made to suck them, no one had said the magenta-haired one's name. "Me, I'm Candy," said the magenta-haired one, smirking. Kes laughed. Lenny shook his head slightly, still not braving getting in his own vehicle. "And why are they here?" "Oh, I met them in the mall and said we would give them a lift home." Corinne was trying to sound relaxed but she looked far from it. "It isn't too far out of our way. Bywater Crescent, Linswell," Lenny's mind clicked into action. "Linswell... that's a god-awf" he stopped himself. "It's damn near the other way!" "Honey," said Corinne wearily. "I promised." The man got in, glowering. "Well next time," he said gruffly, "try not to promise without consulting me." He passed the box in a bag to his wife for her to put down by her feet. The journey was made in silence save for the girls in the back whispering between themselves and sometimes giggling and the tension was mounting in the front. At the destination the girls climbed out without a word of thanks, or indeed a word of any kind, though Kes did say" "Later, Corrie," and laughed as she kicked the door shut. "What the fuck was all that about?" Demanded the man as he pulled away, seething as he slammed the car through the gears. "And Corrie? Corrie! You hate being called that! And look at this dump, Jeesus!" He gestured at the council estate they were driving through, with broken fences and overgrown gardens. It was a mess, although some of the nicer houses had managed to avoid having a wrecked car on the front lawn. "I just got talking to them," said the woman, staring ahead. "They seemed okay... I didn't know what this place would be like." "Everybody knows for miles around what Bywater Crescent is like!" Lenny hadn't calmed, If anything he was getting more agitated. "Fuck, it's a byword for drugs, benefit fraud and sex." The word sex made Corinne twitch a little but she hoped her husband hadn't seen her or heard her small intake of breath. "Um, well, I am sure there are good people here," she said hastily as a football bounced off the car bonnet and some scruffy unemployed teenager made a rude gesture at them. They drove home in relative silence, Corinne not commenting when Lenny occasionally grumbled about her being stupid and getting involved with "scum like them." But she did, for peace of mind when he didn't seem to be looking, aim a kick at his brand new camera at her feet. --- The knock on the Naylor front door was earlier than Corinne anticipated but not as aggressive as expected either. The woman stood, took a deep breath before she smoothed down her dress the new blue one with the oil stain on the front and went to open the door. She just hoped they wouldn't be too angry at being kept waiting a second longer than they had to be. The woman with the short black hair surprised Corinne. For a second she thought there was some mistake, and blushed first because of how she was dressed and secondly because it wasn't who she was expecting. "I'm Liz," said the woman standing on the doorstep. "Liz Farnell. And you are Corinne Naylor." She took in the astonished looking woman in the stained dress and pursed her lips at the sight. "We almost met, you may remember, in the mall car park a while ago. When your girls were," she paused. "Entertaining you." "Oh yes, that... Of course. Um, well there was no problem. Kids, huh?" Corinne had coloured up and shot a nervous glance at the path and the road behind her unexpected visitor. "Well if you'll excuse me I have to" "Your dress," said Liz, not moving in response to the woman's gesture of closing the door on her. "Seems a little dirty." "This old thing? Uh, it's nothing..." Corinne stopped her explanation and suddenly asked: "Excuse me, how do you know my name?" "I saw your car registration and looked up your address. I am a police officer," said Liz, slowly. "Off duty, hence the jeans and the pink t-shirt with the slogan." She indicated herself and the white 'Think Pink' words on it, before she chuckled at the look of horror on Corinne's face. "Oh dear, you do look a little guilty," she added. "The police?" Corinne's reaction was the classic one. "I haven't done anything wrong!" "Sure you haven't. Anyway, I am off duty," said Liz. "Very much off duty. So may I come in Corinne? Or should the neighbours get a good look at me first?" Corinne hesitated a second and then opened the door for the woman to come in. "Those girls, they were being silly," She said awkwardly. "I soon put a stop to that game." "So they are not your friends, then?" Liz gave a glance round as she spoke. The hallway of the house was light and pleasant, larger than average, with the decor and carpet and fittings in good condition. Clearly Lenny and Corinne Naylor had spent some money on their home. "Well, yes, but they were playing." Corinne's face was red. "Being sort of silly then." "Strange that girls from Bywater Crescent should be your friends." Corinne gasped. "Byw How do you know?" "I took a photo on my phone when my boyfriend spoke to you, took it in to work and one of the coppers who covers that part of town recognised a girl called Lorna, who lives over there." For a second Corinne looked relieved. "Oh there was no Lorna there. Just Kes and her sister Beth and Candy, who is" "Kelly Stone? My oh my you do have some unusual friends. I expect this Candy is Kelly's friend, the one we know as Lorna Baxter." "Lorna?" said Corinne, looking stunned. "She said her name was" "They say their names are lots of things," interrupted Liz. "It wasn't what you think," blustered Corinne, hands clasped tight in front of her. "What do I think?" Asked Liz, the faintest smile showing she was enjoying this. Corinne couldn't think what anyone would think. She stammered: "I-I'm sorry, I can't help you. I am expecting guests." "Oh, like that? A filthy dress and all that makeup?" Corinne blushed. She was made up like some Bywater Crescent tart. Bright red lipstick and heavily made up eyes. Even false eyelashes. A pair of cheap gold earrings at her lobes. "Mrs Naylor, you look as if you have been told what to wear and how to look by someone who doesn't care much for your dignity." Liz looked the woman up and down once again. "So perhaps you can drop the pretences and we can talk, say somewhere we can sit down?" The off duty policewoman stepped into the large living room without a second thought, Corinne trailing behind anxiously. Liz sat down on the sofa and admired the room. "Nice home, Corinne. Odd inviting people here when you look like that." Standing nervously, Corinne tried to pass it off. "It's a just a game." "So you keep saying. A game with, say, Lorna and Kelly and that little girl you were with?" "No!" Corinne said quickly, and then under the questioning gaze of the off-duty police officer the woman in the soiled blue dress relented. "Well, yes." "Corinne, sit down," said Liz. "You look shocked but I am not here to arrest you, believe me." Corinne sat on the edge of a chair. "Then what do you want?" "I want to know what really happened in your car. You see, I got my boyfriend to drive me back after half an hour. A sort of professional instinct told me I might see something. I came over to your car and though the windows were steamed up I did manage to get a little view of a woman of your age and colouring on her back with a small girl sat on her face. Ring any bells?" Corinne's face turned white. "Y-you didn't! You couldn't have!" Liz reached into her handbag and took out her mobile phone. "Want to see how it looks on the small screen?" She held the phone up and on the phone's screen was a shot from outside the Naylor's car, with dim shapes inside suggested a child was indeed sitting on some woman's face in the back. "Oh god," moaned Corinne, closing her eyes. "I didn't mean to." "Really? You were lying down and this little girl decided to sit on your face, and you never noticed?" "Please... it wasn't like that..." Corinne was ready to collapse, her mind spinning, her heart thundering in her. The pit in belly yawning wider. "And they have been here, haven't they? This trio of misfits." Corinne merely nodded in response, her colour still not returned. Liz continued: "When did they come?" Corinne was fighting a wealth of conflicting emotions and thoughts and she didn't answer at once. Liz repeated the question and the older woman hesitated. "Three days ago, came here. All of them" "Why" asked Liz coldly. "They wanted... they said they would..." The anguished woman's voice fell. "Please, you mustn't tell anyone. They wanted to use me, they said." "I see," said Liz slowly. "And what precisely does that mean?" "It's private," Corinne said, blushing. "Tell me," said Liz firmly. "Um, they just... do things to me." "Go on." Corinne was wrestling with something. Then dramatically and without a word she stood up, took a deep breath and hoisted up her ruined dress. She had no panties on. Her snatch was shaved, and emerging from her slightly swollen cunt lips was the edge of a pair of candy striped panties. Pink and blue and all the rest. Blushing hard, Corinne managed to say: "It's this... I have to have these in me. In my, uh, cunt." She said the word as if ashamed but faintly aroused at the same time. "On orders." Liz nodded, sighed herself and stood up. She undid her jeans and pushed them down. She was shaved too, and from her snatch hung the edge of a pair of red lace panties. "Recognise these, Corinne?" Liz asked. "You left them with Mistress Beth." --- The three girls settled back on the easy chair and the sofa grinning at their two naked sluts, standing legs apart so they could see the knickers emerging from their packed slits. The youngsters had marched in and found Corinne and Liz ready for them. "You tell the old bitch about you and us?" Smirked Lorna, addressing Liz as she eased herself into the big leather armchair Lenny always called 'his chair.' "Yes I did," said Liz. "An' she don't know about me?" Beth was grinning in the way she always did. "Not yet Mistress," said Liz, eyes lowered. Despite herself Corinne gawped at the younger woman next to her. Liz had already explained carefully that when she went to find these girls on the Bywater Estate she was sucked in, or rather was enticed by Beth's knickers, to serving them and had ended up making all the three girls cum. But she had said nothing about anyone being a Mistress. Nor had Corinne seen any sign of that when the three girls had been at her house last week, abusing her and making her cum with their feet against her snatch. All this was more than she expected. Corinne risked a look at Beth, who was clearly enjoying this. The girl laughed at Corinne's expression. "Guess no one told you, bitch, so's as this goes I rule here. Ain't that right, girls?" Corinne gasped as the three other females Lorna and Kelly as well as Liz all nodded agreement. "But it's impossible... you can't be a... a Mistress! You ca" She began but stopped at Beth's sharp young voice. "Be quiet cunt! I can be any fucking thing I wanna be," snarled the ten year old, displeasure etched into her pretty young face. "Me sister and Lorn here help me, got it?" Corinne found herself nodding. She felt overwhelmed that she was about to be owned by a ten year old girl but knew she had to keep her mouth shut. Then she wondered how she had managed to miss the signals before, how on the two occasions she had seen the girls she hadn't known who ruled. But then she had only been focused on one thing: her immediate, desperate needs. And they had never used the Mistress word until now. "Did you think that one'd be enough for us three?" Asked Kes. "'Specially one as old as you," sneered Lorna. Corinne heard her own words. "No, mistresses." Beth's young face crumpled into annoyance. "I am the only mistress here. Lorna's jus' Lorna, that's all. She owns you cunt but I am the mistress!" "Yes, sorry mistress, forgive me." Corinne's face bloomed red at her mistake and at her sudden submission. She was no longer a responsible adult but a slut slave with a pair of girl's knickers stuffed in her hole. In her surprisingly wet hole. Despite her humiliation there was still a spark in Corinne. After all it was her house still... "Please mistress, what will you do with me and... slut Liz." the words sprang from her as if they were natural. "Oh wouldn't ya like to know?" Beth was laughing. "Go on, tell her, Mistress," said Kes with a wide grin. "Nah, you tell her." Beth in her blue skirt and purple top settled back more, allowing her legs to open so both of the women standing could get a glimpse of the bright yellow knickers she was wearing. "We're gonna go upstairs," said Kelly. "An' you two bitches are gonna behave and do what we want. We're gonna go through your kicker drawer old cunt and have fun with them. Got it?" it came out as 'Gorrit?' but Corinne understood. Better than she imagined possible as her sex juiced up more around the candy striped knickers. --- The bed had been neatly made from the night before, covering up the small damp patch on the bedsheet that had leaked from Corinne from where Lenny had insisted they have sex. Perhaps he was aroused by the fact that as he said, Corinne had changed somehow. She looked less "bothered" about things and more sexy in a strange way. Not at all "screwed up inside" like she was mostly. Bothered? Screwed up? Well, the woman was more bothered now about cumming and pleasing these three young females. Being screwed by them was her only thought. She had thought of nothing else as her husband had fucked her, holding her face down last night and first thing this morning. She hardly felt him though as her mind dwelled on beth and the others, being made to cum on their toes last week. And even though her six times a year sex life had dramatically increased, she just took it as if it was something immaterial now. Lenny's amusement, not hers. Hers was different. Now Mistress Beth, Kelly and Lorna were bouncing on the bed as if it was trampoline. They hadn't taken their shoes off and one or two mud-like marks were on the duvet cover already. Hands behind back, Corinne watched dully, as did Liz. They waited until the three girls had flopped down on the bed, giggling between themselves. "Cunt," said Kelly addressing Corinne, "where're all yer skanky knickers?" Without a word Corinne went to where she kept her secret supply of exotic panties, the size-too-tight ones she liked to wear when she masturbated secretly, and hauled them out. She dropped them on the bed in front of the trio and retreated away back to Liz. The three girls fell on them like wolves. Laughing and holding them up, pulling at them and even throwing them at each other, saying they were tart's knickers the sort only old cunts would wear when they wanted to be flash. They even mimicked sniffing at them and chuckled they smelled of shit and piss, which was not true at all as Corinne only sometimes pissed through them and she always washed them carefully afterwards. "'Kay," said Beth, bringing the fun to an end after a few minutes with the dozen pairs of Corinne's colourful lace and satin knickers scattered round the bedroom a green satin and black lace edged pair even hanging on the lampshade above the bed and the three tired of pretending they stank. "You two fuckpieces, get them knickers out of each other's twats and use yer ugly mouths." Liz went first as she seemed to know what to do. Her conversion to willing slut slave, thought Corinne as the younger woman got to her knees, must have been swift. How had they done it so fast? Liz still had her hands behind her and was kneeling in front of Corinne, putting her head between the older woman's spread open legs. With her teeth she gripped the candy striped knickers where they emerged and tugged them out. Then, to Corinne's greater astonishment Liz managed to eat them into her own mouth, so the juice stained colourful panties were packed in to make her cheeks bulge. She looked up at Corinne as if to say: "This is how you do it," before she stood and spread her own legs. Corinne gulped and knelt to do the same with the red lace panties emerging from Liz. She took the small part that dangled from Liz's hole, dragged them out and then with great difficulty managed to get them eaten too, so the wet lace was in her mouth. She resumed standing, breathing hard from the effort and with a red face at having to so something so unexpectedly demeaning and incredibly erotic. Despite everything Corinne was aroused not least because Liz's juices tasted just wonderful. She hoped she tasted as good for Liz. "Now you two get scissorin' each other. No fuckin' hands either," barked Lorna, with just the merest glance at Beth to make sure she was doing the right thing. She must have been, as the youngest said nothing. Corinne had read about scissoring but didn't know what to do, but with her mouth full of wet, Liz-stained panties she was in no position to ask. Fortunately Liz got into place on the floor, on her back with hips twisted slightly and legs apart so Corinne understood what she must do and got in a similar position with her cunt lips close to the other woman. "Gerrin close, fuckshits," snapped Kelly. Liz responded by wriggling in closer to Corinne so their slit lips were not only touching but pressing into each other. Even a moment or two of suction as they met perfectly, soft cunt lips squeezed hard together. Hips grinding instinctively, the two females moaned into their panty-gags. "But no cummin' you bitches," growled Lorna. "Not until we say." "'Til I say," corrected Beth. No one tried to correct her. Dear God, thought Corinne, how do I not cum like this? Maybe Liz knows, maybe she will stop jerking and thrusting and rubbing. Maybe she will tease it out... help me not to. Please, no... Corinne came with a shout, a yelp muffled by the panties in her mouth. She could hear sniggers from the girls watching, see a look of dismay from Liz. But all she could feel was an orgasm so deep and hot she almost fainted away. Liz shook her head. She had obeyed, but Corinne hadn't. And now this older bitch would find out. --- Corinne's jaw ached, her tongue was sore. The woman's knees were screaming she had been on them so long. She was on her sixth circuit, or was it more? She had lost track, moving along the line of three girls on the bed Lorna, Beth and Kelly shuffling along to a fresh salvia slicked hole when she had heard the girl gasp as she came, dragged by her hair to the next one waiting. Liz was doing the dragging, panties pulled over head to make sure the younger woman looked suitably stupid. A pair of knickers stuffed in her mouth, too. She did her job silently, making sure Corinne pressed her face in deep to where it was most wanted. Between spread legs, between pert bum cheeks. Three young holes, two with a fuzz of hair, one younger and bald. Three tight brown anuses, for the girls would take one circuit being lapped in their small pussies and Corinne, naughty Corinne who came without Mistress Beth's permission, would then see the other view so she could rim the waiting dark, velvet holes. Feeling them wriggle above her as the girls were consumed by their climaxes, before hearing the temporarily satisfied child tell "fuckin' useless" Liz to move the old bag on. Quick. It might have continued like that for longer as the afternoon wore on. Corinne was almost weeping at the continual work she had to do, balking at the demands to work her hurting tongue faster, deeper. Liz pulling her hair harder. Maybe desperate to cum herself, but wisely waiting for the Mistress to say. Corinne knew it would be her to do it, to reward Liz for being so attentive to her duties. And because she had cum herself already, Corinne knew she had had her fun. It might have continued like that for longer as the afternoon wore on, indeed. But the door opened and in came Lenny, home early in the hope his wife was up for some sex. He stood in the doorway to his own bedroom, staring wordlessly at the scene. A young naked woman, her head covered in candy striped knickers, something bulging in her cheeks, holding his naked wife's hair and forcing Corinne forward to lick a small girl's cunny with two older girls lying with legs spread open beside her. Girls looking contented as only well-licked girls can be. He even recognised the magenta-haired one. And he saw too something bright yellow. Looked like a pair of knickers hanging out of Corinne's bum, between her sore looking cheeks. "Fuck me," said Lenny, finally. And the girls did, in their own sweet way. But that is another story and not for here, though perhaps it is enough to say Lenny got to use his new camera to take pictures. Pictures of how Corrie's bum had yellow panties hanging out of the hole and the woman's sore cunt was packed with two pairs of knickers at the same time. Red lace and candy striped knickers. The end |