Creepy Carla Presents: "Joy Ride" (part 1)

by Pulsar

Hello kiddies! It's me again, Creepy Carla, your favorite Girl of Goth, Mistress of the Macabre, Bimbo of Limbo! I hope you're ready for another ghastly tale of eerie-otica, because that's what you're getting, my little demented darlings! He-he-he-heeee!

Tonight's tale is unique among my venues so far! It's a corroboration between my wimpy, 'pretty-boy' metro sexual brother 'Eddie' who writes my twisted tales at my command, and his nympho lezzie friend 'Cat' (who plans to post her own work as 'TarynTigCat'). The pretty Ed-boy took some liberties to write both her and himself into the story, as well as Lesley, AKA 'Androgyne', so keep an eye out for them! We aim to please, so we hope there won't be a dry pair of panties in the house!

And with that, we bring you tonight's appalling anecdote, taking us back to simpler time of summer fun at the local amusement park. But our sweet, luscious little brat got more than she bargained for in a tale called…

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"Joy Ride"

Hello! My birth name is Cathryn, but everybody calls me 'Cat'… everyone but my sixteen-year-old brother Ed, who always called me 'Sissy.' I'm a real cat person, so everyone says it fits me. But on with my story.

It was the summer of 1979, but I think of it as the summer of '69'… as you will see later! I was ten that summer and had just finished 4th grade and would start 5th in the fall. I felt kind of awkward, not only being the tallest girl in my class and rather skinny, but that latest growth spurt had stretched me out like taffy. And I had to wear very thick glasses (back when they still had to be glass!), because I could see hardly anything beyond my nose without them! I rarely had hair long enough to style, even into bushy ponytails, because it was just too thick and hard to manage, so my mom usually kept it at my shoulders at best.

But for now, I was free once again for the warm months, no worries or cares! There was no Internet, iPods or 'Playstation' back then, when disco ruled the airwaves and Carter sat in the White House. So in our modest-sized heartland city, every child would flock to Joyland Park. It was no 'Disney Land' or 'Six Flags over Texas,' but was THE place to go for our whole area. Hardly a week since school was over. I was there with my good friend Jennifer, whom I had always called 'Jen-Jen.' She was in my class, but I was so much taller that it must have looked weird to see us together! I had nearly outgrown the 'dolphin' gym shorts I was wearing, which meant they were VERY short on me and hugged my bottom and 'kitty' like a glove!

Jen-Jen was another story! And for some reason I didn't understand yet, I had started paying VERY close attention to her. She had the prettiest shade of sandy-blond hair up in a ponytail flowing from the back of her head like a fountain. Her braces added a pretty, silvery shimmer to her smile. The tee shirt I handed-down to her last summer was now quite tight on her, as were her old cut-off jean-shorts, recently trimmed again and showing her body and legs as well as mine did. When she suddenly stopped to bend over to tie her shoe, a little of her bottom (and panties) peeked out from beneath those shorts that hugged her as tight as I wanted to!

And thus I stared again! What a sight! All I knew was that I liked what I saw and felt very lucky that she was my best friend. As I began to throb 'down there,' I realized just how beautiful her suntanned, smooth, curvy bare legs were! When I looked down at my own skinny legs to compare, I finally noticed that my shorts were shorter than my tan lines, leaving a little bit of pale flesh exposed--stupid growth spurt! But for the first time in my life, I actually felt a little sexy, even though I hardly had a mature body yet.

And so we walked down the fairway among the rides with the Bee-Gees, Heart and Supertramp blasting over the park's loud speakers. This year we started riding the 'scary' rides, like the octopus and the others that get you way up there, especially the big wooden roller coaster! I mean, we were now too old for the 'kiddie' stuff: the merry-go-round, the bumper cars, those little boats… LAME.

But of all the rides at Joyland Park, there sat one I still had my doubts about: the "Phanto-Zone!" It was the 'spook house' ride all the boys had talked and boasted about, because most of them had ridden it the year before. And soon enough we stood right in front of it! The ride's façade had rickety window shutters, with glowing eyes behind them, a window with a fake arm hanging out, spider webs all over, and glowing windows with freaky, psychedelic flashing lights. And so I took a deep breath and asked Jen-Jen, "Have you ever been through the Phanto-Zone?"

"Nuh-uh," she said. "Ya wanna try it?"

"Mmm… maybe," I mumbled, "I'm not sure yet." I mean really, I was ten! Why should a soon-to-be fifth-grader be afraid of a bunch of plastic monsters wrapped in fake spider webs made of fishing line or cotton balls? 'I'm not scared… I'm not scared… oh yes, I am! C'mon, don't be a baby!' I kept saying to myself. What made it worse was that Jen-Jen seemed rather interested in going on it.

Suddenly I realized just how much I was staring at Jen-Jen again! I had to come up with something to say so she wouldn't think I was weird. "Uh, how'd you get so tan?" I finally dared to ask as I boldly reached down and squeezed her thigh. What'd I just do? Did I just touch her bare bare leg in pure lust? My God it was soooo smooth and soft!

"Oh, I was in the sun on weekends," she calmly answered as she slapped her thigh. "And… part of it's fake with that tan lotion, y'know. I love wearing shorts but not with ghost-white legs!"

"Oh," I said with a trembling voice. I put my foot up on the rail by the waiting line for the Phanto-Zone to show her my own bare thigh. "I'm not quite as dark," I lamented.

"So?" she replied, rubbing her hand over my skinny thigh a few times. It almost tickled, but I felt a wave of relaxing but exciting warmth radiate from her hand. With her caresses, I found my chest getting a little tense, making it harder to breathe. "Looks OK to me! Just keep wearing shorts and you'll get browned!" Suddenly, she gave my bare leg a squeeze that sent a thrilling chill up my spine!

I glowed inside! I felt a rush through my whole body; Jen-Jen noticed me! For the first time, I really felt like I had an attractive body with long, sexy, bare legs to display! With that newfound confidence, I turned my attention to the ride (partly to avoid my growing lust). "OK, let's do it!" I finally said. "Let's ride the Phanto-Zone! How bad can it be? It's just a ride!"

And so we waited in queue for our turn. After a few minutes, the operator called us to the two-passenger car rolling along the ground, guided by a central rail. When we sat down, our bare knees touched! Moments later, the car began to roll. It turned and pushed the swing doors open that led into the darkness and into the shadowed unknown. Once inside the temperature dropped quickly, so I shifted around a little until I could feel her warm body heat as our bare legs began to rub against each other. And so we nervously snuggled up in the darkness, waiting for something to happen in the pitch black. But on a whim, I reached down and squeezed Jen-Jen's smooth, naked thigh. "Rooar!"

"Yeeeaaaagh!" she screamed like a little girl. "You brat!" With that she slapped my knee.

"Got-cha!" I said, savoring the sensation of her bare leg in my hand.

Suddenly, there came a demonic "Haaaa-ha-ha-ha" as some swamp creature lit up right beside us. We both screamed like kindergartners as it took us by surprise, causing me to squeeze Jen-Jen's leg again in fright.

"Oh-mah-gawd!" I cried.

"Got-cha!" giggled Jen-Jen. Then, we entered into the next room in darkness again. Three seconds passed like an hour. As we wondered what would happen next, Jen-Jen nervously hooked her leg under my high knee, wrapping her calf around and pulling us closer for warmth. My hand nervously squeezed her other baby-soft leg as we waited. Then, we passed a glowing sign that said "Saw Mill." Suddenly, a recording of saw noises came over a speaker, and we rounded another corner in the near darkness. There in front of us was a giant, spinning circular-saw blade right in the way, as if it would cut the car in two, straight out of the old cartoons! We hugged each other tight with arms and legs for comfort— and maybe a little more! Yet suddenly, the car took a sharp dive down a drop in the track into the darkness below the 'danger'. Once again, we screamed like little girls, giggling all the way.

Next, we entered some cave-like room full of fire (obviously fake), with sounds of moaning and supposed torment coming over hidden speakers. "I guess we're supposed to be in Hell!" said Jen-Jen as she flexed her leg, still hooked over mine. Then we passed a mannequin dressed to look like Richard Nixon among the hell fire. "I am not a crook! I swear, I am not a crook! Let me make this perfectly clear!" said a recording over and over. Jen-Jen gave a laugh at the political humor, but I didn't get it.

And so we rolled along, as I slowly began to caress my fingertips over the sweat-slick flesh of Jen-Jen's bare thigh. "I… I'm glad you wore those shorts," I boldly muttered in her ear as I squeezed. "I love your bare legs!"

Jen-Jen giggled. "Aaaaah, that tickles," she said softly as her leg flexed. "Now I'm glad I wore them too!"

Once again, I tingled down there. What was happening between us I had no idea, and I sure hadn't expected it. But whatever it was… I liked it!

Once we passed the 'hell' room, the car pushed open another door with a sign that read 'School Zone.' Next thing we knew, a rather ghoulish teacher lit up with a screech on the left side of the car, once again causing us to scream like little girls. She had a tattered dress and rubber worms hanging out of her body. Behind her stood a chalk board with drawings of tombstones on it, some little ones arranged like a body-count. Then on the other side of the car, a light came on revealing some old school desks with smaller skeletons sitting in them, all wearing torn school clothes. A chorus of "nye-nye-ne-NYAH-yah" kept playing over and over from some hidden speaker, supposedly the undead students taunting us.

"Hmmm, looks just like our school!" I said with a laugh.

"Nah, Mrs. Gentry was a lot worse!" giggled Jen-Jen.

Soon, the car rolled on through the next door labeled 'Principal's Office.' And once again, we were in darkness… until a bright spotlight came to life to reveal a most hideous specter in a tattered suit behind a desk. "Yaaa, ha-ha-ha-ha!" laughed the principal as we squealed again, hugging each other all the more. A skull rather than an apple rested on the corner of his desk, next to which sat a kiddie-sized electric chair.

Then we passed through another push door that said 'Hospital of Horrors!' in creepy lettering. Suddenly, a loud scream startled us as a 'mad scientist' of a surgeon lit up with a bloody bone-saw in hand. We screamed like kids in reply and hugged each other. And then there was an operating table with a corpse on it, the head moving and gasping mechanically. "Eeeeew!" cried Jen-Jen. But to my surprise, she grabbed my leg as if it were a teddy bear and pulled it over onto her hers and squeezed my thigh tightly. A tingling chill ran along my thigh and crotch, and all the way up my spine!

Yet as the car rolled on, we passed a table where a most realistic little girl was chained by the hands, with her legs spread wide in gynecology stirrups. I couldn't believe it! For once, they made her look very detailed but soft, right down to the… slightly open pussy lips! And she looked our age! Even in the bizarre lighting, I could make out her Asian features of yellow-bronze flesh and high cheekbones, offsetting long, flowing dark hair. At the end of the table lay something that looked like a thermometer— nearly as thick as a broom handle! And a feather hung down on a string, brushing the top of that little gaping cunny! "Oh-mah-gawd, it looks so real!" I cried out, oblivious to the funny look from my friend.

"No… please don't!" cried a girlish voice from that direction. "Don't put that in! Please don't put it in me!"

"Can they do that?" I wondered aloud. Can they show a naked girl like that at a theme park? It seemed sort of 'dirty' of them. But as we rolled along, the thermometer mechanically entered her open little pussy by some hidden mechanical device! "Aaaah! Ohhhh!" she cried out, writhing on the table, much more convincingly than I would have expected. I trembled in fear at first, but her squeaky moans hardly sounded like pain… more like— pleasure! And what was weirder, her cries and moans sounded far more life-like than the rest of the ghoulish recordings, and made me feel so warm inside!

But eventually we passed through into another room that looked like a torture chamber in a deep dungeon. Naturally, all the bound mannequins were moving and crying out for mercy from the 'torturers.' Jen-Jen squeezed my leg again and soon ran her fingers very gently over my inner-thigh. "Eeee!" I screamed as it sent electric jolts throughout my body.

"Y'know what," muttered Jen-Jen in my ear. "I'm glad you wore shorts too! I always thought your long legs and bony knees looked soooo cute!" Then, she ran her fingers over the soft, fleshy part of my inner thigh like a spider, causing me to jolt, flinch, and scream. "I've always wanted to do that to you! That tickle?" she asked.

"Oh God, yes!" I cried out in ecstasy. By now, the crotch of my little Tinkerbell panties was soaked with girl goo! I took a few shuddering deep breaths because the tickling had started to cramp up my stomach.

But a short while later, the car emerged back into the blinding daylight and sultry 95 degree weather. The ride was over; we had survived the Phanto-Zone! And I was soooooo wet!!! Soon we climbed out of the car and back onto the crowded fairway, our ears once again bombarded by Elton John on the park's PA system singing "Momma don't want you! Daddy don't need you…"

"C'mon, let's go!" coaxed Jen-Jen as she walked ahead of me toward the shooting gallery. I watched her little bubble-butt shake in those tiny little cut-offs, which kept my throbbing crotch alive and burning! Of course in those days, all shorts were short, even for the boys; no boy would be caught dead in shorts down to his knees back then. So basically, we weren't really showing that much more than the rest of the kids there.

Nevertheless, I couldn't get the vision of that naked girl out of my head. It was sooo creepy! Yet at the same time, I wondered what it would be like in her place. Imagine being chained to a table, with something slowly going in and out of your cunny! And the feather… was she being tickle-tortured by the feather on her crotch? Finally, I just had to give myself one big rub down there to keep from going crazy, disguising it as readjusting my shorts.

"Jen-Jen, didn't you think that naked Japanese girl looked real?" I asked her.

"Huh? What naked girl?"

"The one on the table in the Phanto-Zone, you know, in the hospital room! What'd you think?"

"I don't remember any naked girl," claimed Jen-Jen, looking at me funny. "You said a couple weird things right around then, though. But I sure would have loved to see that!"

"Oh," I mumbled. How could she have missed it? I couldn't figure it out!

Anyway, we soon went to the nearest hot dog stand for an early so-called dinner. (At the time, we just liked hot dogs, but a Freud fan would have a field day with the idea of horny little girl-loving girls eating something so phallic!) We sat down at one of the tables outside under a small umbrella, where my eyes kept returning to Jen-Jen in those tiny little shorts with her lovely, tanned bare legs crossed, making the edge of her shorts look shorter than the rounded crotch. So, to see just how deep her passions for me went, I crossed my own legs, my long skinny thighs sliding along each other, nearly 'squishing' the wetness in my panties!

Soon she looked down at my legs, reached out and poked at a small scar on my kneecap. "What happened to your poor knee?"

"It was that skating accident, a few weeks ago, remember?"

And Jen-Jen drew a tickling circle around my kneecap a few times, sending a little shock through me and making my leg kick up! "Oh, yeah." When she pulled her finger away, I felt my body long for her touch already!

Soon, we finished our hotdogs and fries and once again walked down the fairway to go on some more rides. But after a while, the Phanto-Zone with its one realistic scene started calling to me, until finally I dared Jen-Jen to ride it again. And so we stood in line, which usually went fast. Soon the zit-faced teenager with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth cried, "Next!" to signal our turn.

Once in the cool air-conditioning of the darkness, we hugged again and wrapped our bare legs around each other as we waited for the tricks and traps. Even though we knew then what to expect, we screamed all the same each time we faced a ghoulish plastic dummy. By the time we got to the 'hell room', we weren't paying very much attention to the décor; we were too busy with each other! Soon, our lips met! I'm not sure how it happened, but the next thing we knew we were making out like teenagers! Jen-Jen moaned when I reached down and ran my hand up the side of her leg and squeezed her butt in those tight cut-off short-shorts. Soon, I felt her hand doing the same to me! The ride may have been through 'hell' but I was definitely in heaven!!!

Then we approached the door leading into the school-themed room. When we noticed it, we broke off our kiss enough to giggle and screech as we passed through the classroom.

And then, it was onward into the principal's office, so we were about to smooch again. But once the light came to life, I couldn't believe it: that same girl who had been in the 'hospital' was now in the 'office'— completely naked, hands bound and bent over a chair with her bare yellow bottom facing us! Her feet were tied in a way that kept her legs spread, giving us a plain view of her little hairless cunny and puckered anus! "Noooo!" came the same childlike voice. "Please don't spank me! I don' wanna spankin', not on the bare! Don't spank meee!"

"There, there!" I cried out. "See her?"

"See who?" asked Jen-Jen.

Who?! She was right there beside the car, just out of arms reach, with a light on her! How could she not see it? "There!" I shouted. "The naked oriental girl right there! Only last time, she was in the 'hospital' part!"

"There's no girl! Just that fake gory principal," assured Jen-Jen. "I don't see any naked girl!"

As the lights went out, we passed the door into the hospital area. "But she was right there! How could you miss her?"

"Look, if there was a naked girl there, I'm sure I would have seen her!" said Jen-Jen. "You must be seeing things. Hmmm, seeing naked girls who aren't there, I wonder what a psycho analyst would say!"

"Oh, shut up," I laughed as I squeezed her leg again. I took a deep breath to get a little courage again. Not daring to look her in the eye, I suddenly blurted out, "Do you think your mom will let you spend the night?"

"Mmmm, maybe, but I might catch those hallucinations!" she teased. Suddenly, her hand flew down and squeezed my wet crotch, forcing my panties to wedge between my little bald throbbing pussy lips! My back arched as I drew a deep, shuddering breath, inadvertently driving my body further around her naughty, small hand, trapped by my thighs' involuntary squeeze! "D'you have something in mind? Something special, maybe?"

Well, I blushed, but I couldn't think of anything to say! I knew I wanted to be with her, but I had no idea what I wanted to do.

Eventually, the ride ended, leaving us in the torrid outdoors once again, so we had to disentangle quick. The eerie shrieks from within faded as our ears were assaulted by the park's PA system again with the boisterous "Yyyyyy, M-C-A!"

"Gawd, I'm soooo sick of that song!" protested Jen-Jen. "Let's go!"

We made our way for the gate; but the vision of the cute little naked Asian girl wouldn't leave my mind, I could still see and hear her. I was completely freaking out by now. What was worse is that Jen-Jen swore she wasn't there! Could I be going crazy? Suddenly, the ride seemed a lot scarier than it was supposed to!

Eventually, we were home from Joyland Park with the last bit of sunlight left to the day. By the time Jen-Jen had come over with her sleeping shirt and toothbrush, I had changed, closed the sheers on my bedroom window, and plugged in both nightlights. Usually I didn't bother with them any more, especially the Scooby one, as long as Mom and my brother, Ed, left the littler of the hall-lights on; like any ten-year-old I was done being scared of the dark (most nights), but the little girl in the Phanto-Zone really spooked me!

After ushering Jen-Jen to my room and making sure we had brushed our teeth and gotten ready for bed, Mom admonished us to keep it down so she could be rested for work in the morning. Other than that, we just had to follow the common-sense rules of the house, and not bother Ed too much when he came home.

"I swear I saw her, Jen-Jen" I commented as I turned off my lamp, allowing myself the faint glow of the nightlights. "There WAS a naked girl!"

Jen-Jen only looked at me in the dim light. "Are you still goin' on about that? Look, are we gonna take off our nightshirts or what?" she asked quietly, somewhat bashful but daring.

"Mmmm, I guess," I said as I began to grow excited.

"OK, let's go!" And so we both shed our shirts. Now we sat in the floor of my room with our flat chests bared. "And… uh… the panties?"

"What, already?" I asked.

"Why not?" asked Jen-Jen.

"Well, I've never done this," I whispered.

"Neither have I," confessed a giggly Jen-Jen. "Shall we?"

"O- OK," I mumbled. Just how long had she been preparing for this, I wondered!

Jen-Jen giggled again. "OK, on the count of three! Ready? One… two… three!"

Instantly, we both yanked our panties down to our knees. Then, we nervously kicked them free of our feet. Now, we were both naked as jaybirds! I tingled all over, feeling so free, and alive! And so we sat nervously facing each other in my room, seeing each other's naked bodies in the scant light. Slowly but surely, we scooted closer until we were once again wrapped in each others arms and legs. We both breathed heavily as our girlish flat chests pressed into one another. Soon, we engaged in another passionate kiss. Wow, there I was, completely naked, with my best friend— who was also completely naked— for the first time!

Finally, Jen-Jen broke our silence. "So… tell me exactly what you saw with this naked girl."

"Well, the first time," I said as I jumped up on my bed and lay down on my back to demonstrate. "She was like this on a hospital table with a feather almost touching her… y'know… privates."

"You mean her 'pussy!'" giggled Jen-Jen.

"Shhhh!" I said with another giggle. "Yeah, and a big thermometer-looking thing was pushed inside her down there, and she seemed to like it a lot!" Remembering it, I started feeling a little more adventurous, while she squealed as if someone had tickled her.

I continued, "Oh! And then the second time, she was strapped to a desk and bent over it…" And so I rolled over onto my hands and knees to show how she looked tied up in the principal's office. "Kinda like this, begging not to get a spanking! Her butt was sticking right out there at us," I wiggled it for emphasis. "I could see her little butthole and even her… y'know… pussy!"

"Gee, I sure wish I could have seen that!" said Jen-Jen, keeping her voice down and eying my backside a little funny. "I wonder why that mechanical principal wasn't shown paddling her bare bottom as she laid there, naked and tied up! That would have been so cool!"

"You think?" I asked, still holding my position on the bed. Had the main light been on, Jen-Jen would have seen every last detail of my own butthole and little yearning cunny. But in the darkness, I hoped she couldn't see the fine details.

"Well yeah!" Suddenly, I felt her hand gently rub my spread-out bare buns. She rubbed around in circles for a few seconds before giving a gentle 'slap!' across my bottom.

"Oh!" I cried out. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Shhhh!" coaxed Jen-Jen as she rubbed again. I felt her fingers caress my crack before giving me another –Slap!-

"Mmmph!" I whimpered into my Holly Hobbie quilt, as that rush once again filled my body, accompanying the sting. After another rub, she slapped my bare butt again. –Slap!- slap-slap! "Oooooh!"

Jen-Jen giggled at me. "You really like that?"

"Hmmm, feels kinda… well... good 'n bad at the same time, I don't know. C'mon, you should try it!" I coaxed. "Once, I spied on my brother and a nerdy girl he brought home, and I think she enjoyed the bottom slaps!"

So I got down and watched Jen-Jen climb, naked, onto my bed. She slowly bent down and stuck her bare butt high into the air. Even in the glow of the nightlight, I could see her tan lines and the deep contrast between her tanned legs and shiny 'cue ball' colored bare buns. And I could clearly see the faint outline of her little pussy lips now slightly pulled open by her spread-apart knees. And though I tried not to appear too eager, my hand flew up and touched the glass-smooth flesh on her taut bottom.

"Ooooooh!" cooed Jen-Jen as I gently rubbed my hand around in circles on both her buttocks. With caresses all around for a few moments before giving a light -slap!- "Oooh!" she gasped as her body jerked. Slap! I gave her another swat, this time on the left side. "Oooh!"

"You're gonna get a spankin'!" I whispered as I rubbed her again. That was so fun!

"I don't wanna spankin'," she mumbled in a play-acting voice of a whiny little girl.

"Well, yer gonna get one, and bare-bottom, too!" And so I gave her another slap, causing her butt to squeeze and twitch like it was trying to get away, and her voice to emit a sort of gasp-moan. But before I gave her more swats, I rubbed my fingertips all over that perfectly smooth pale bottom of hers, causing her to sigh and writhe on occasion. She would squeal when I let my finger glide down her crack. I teased her little bumhole with my pinky before gliding all the way down. Then, with all my courage, I ever so gently caressed her swollen lips, which I found quite wet and slippery!

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned as she wiggled her pelvis in reply. I gently tickled her little hairless pussy for a few seconds as she made all sorts of noises and jolted in place. Finally, I lightly drew my pinky back up her crack and poked at her bumhole once more. Even in the faint light, I could see her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth hung wide open as her breathing grew heavier. And so I gave her another 'slap!' across her pale bottom. Slap! Slap! Slap! "Bad girl!" I whispered as I smacked her bottom. Slap! Smack!

She began to squirm, rocking her pelvis as if rubbing her swollen pussy against an imaginary beam. I could see her face wince like it stung a little, yet she remained in place, or maybe she was pushing her butt out a little more. But not wishing to hurt her, I paused to caress that pretty little bottom once again and tickle her crack. "Eeeek!" she shrieked as I let my finger glide down her valley and once again caress her throbbing wet cunny. I even ventured to 'spider' tickle her inner thighs, moving all five fingers against that baby-soft flesh. "Ohhhhh Gaaawwwd!" she trilled. I leaned close and gently blew a jet of cool air down her crack and against her nether lips. "Ooooooh!" she cried, squirming, the glow of the nightlight helping reveal goose bumps on her legs and back. And so I gave her a few more mildly stinging swats across her bare bottom again, some on the right, some on the left. "Ooooh! Do it harder!" she suddenly moaned to my surprise.

"Harder?!"

"Yeah," she mumbled nearly breathless. "Make it sting a little! Please!"

"OK… you NAUGHTY girl, you!" And with that, I gave a harder -SMACK- as if swatting a mosquito. SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! My hand began to tingle as I began to see faint pink splotches on her otherwise pale bottom. "Bad girl!" Slap! "Very bad girl!" Smack! "See what happens to bad girls? They get their bare bottoms spanked… hard!" SLAP! SMACK!

Once again she moaned and thrust against the air. But I paused to guiltily rub the sting out of the now warm flesh on her naked pink buttocks. And once again I teased her with my finger, from the tip of her tail bone, all the way down her crack to her throbbing warm wet kitten lips. I began to rub again, this time more vigorously. "Oh god! Ooooh Gaaawwd! That feels sooooo goooood!" she moaned out loud with eyes tightly shut. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it!" she demanded in desperation!

And so I rubbed, letting my fingers fall in between those sopping-wet, slithery lips. I knew there was a hole somewhere down there, but it was hard to find. The more I rubbed, the heavier her breathing grew. Her pelvis kept rocking up and down and side to side, now causing my bed to squeak a little as she moaned continuously with my caresses. But to make her feel me even more, I leaned close with my nose just barely touching her freshly-spanked bottom and stuck out my tongue. I slowly began to tongue-bathe that warm flesh, occasionally kissing away the hurt of the spanking with my caressing lips. (Talk about an ass-kissser!) And as I hoped, her moans and gasps grew out of control as my bed squeaked faster with her motions. Suddenly, her back arched and her head twisted back. She let out one gargled shriek with mouth wide open! Then, her body suddenly jerked violently! She sounded as if she couldn't breathe, and it felt as if her pussy lips were kissing my fingers like a bird picking up seeds from my hand, or like they were trying to pull my fingers in. For nearly fifteen seconds, she made the most peculiar, wonderful sounds as her body pulsated!

But she finally caught her breath and collapsed onto my bed in a heap of naked flesh. "Oh Cat!" she moaned between breaths. "Oooh Caaat! I love you! You made me feel so good! You made me do… something!"

"What, what?" I asked, almost afraid I had hurt her with the way she gripped her tummy while curled up on her side.

"I… I don't know! I just suddenly felt… something amazing!"

"Yeah?"

"You've gotta try it! It was like… an explosion!"

And after she rested for a few moments, I got into position. But as I waited all wet and vulnerable, Jen-Jen started to giggle.

"What?"

"From here, you look like two white softballs resting on top of two wood baseball bats!" she said.

"Oh, whatever!" I mumbled, "you can turn out the nightlight if you don't want to see my skinny legs!"

"But I like looking at your skinny legs!" replied Jen-Jen as I felt her fingertip run down the back of my left thigh.

"Eeeeh, that tickles!" I shrieked.

"Just wait!" she warned as I felt her fingers caress my bare butt.

"Ooooh gaaawwwd!" I cried out as I felt that feathery touch on my scrawny buttocks. She caressed and tickled me for a few moments, before I felt a chilling tickling sensation run down my crack, all the way to my throbbing cunny. "Aaaaaeeeeeey!" I moaned. Then, I felt a mild stinging swat on my right buttock, followed by one on the left. "Oooooh!"

"Looks like I'm not the only bad girl here tonight!" she said.

"Oh yes!" I cried out. "I've been a very bad girl! But I'll be good, I promise!" I said in a little-girl voice, wiggling my heinie to draw attention to it.

"Well, too late to get out of the bare-butt spanking you're gonna get!" she nearly whispered. And with that, I felt a stinging SMACK! on my bare bottom. When the sting had nearly subsided, there were more to follow. SLAP! SMACK! But after a few of these, I felt her finger work its magic down my crack to my swollen wet lips.

"Oooooh! Ooooh Gaaawwwd, Jen-Jen!" I cried in lustful desire. She stroked my lips a few times before delivering some more smacks. The sting of each strike of her hand began to warm my bottom, yet sent waves of pleasure down into my throbbing pussy. There must be something about the intense, stinging pain that makes the lovely, loving caresses and fondling seem even more wonderful by comparison! No wonder my brother's 'date' let him spank her. If it made her feel like this, I'm surprised she still isn't with him! Oh yeah, she moved away. "Oh Jen-Jen!" I cried. "If this is how you spank, I'll never be good again!"

But she only replied with a few more spanks before teasing my crack once again. I could feel her little pinky tickle my bumhole, and then a short burst of cool air as she lightly blew. "Oh gaaawwwd, Jen-Jen, I love you!" I cried without thought. But then she caressed my throbbing lips, letting a finger fall within. I too humped the air with no more control than she had, feeling those fingers explore my... pussy(!)... as I squirmed about.

But soon she combined her sensuous caresses with more stinging swats! SLAP! WHACK! SMACK! "Bad girl!" she said as she spanked. But after about six stinging swats, she once again teased me. She rubbed the sting out and repeated her routine as I had done to her: she caressed my crack and cunny, she tickled my bum hole, she blew jets of air all over! Harder and faster she rubbed my aching hairless kitten, causing me to squirm about. I thrust into the air up-and-down and side-to-side, my throat making sounds I never thought possible. But as the intensity grew, a peculiar feeling built up in my stomach, one I had never felt before. "Oh yes! Ohhhhhhh Yeesssss!" I cried out. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" I demanded, pleaded, now understanding why Jen-Jen did so before. And so I felt her fingers go WILD against my throbbing bud and lips! My breath raced as my knees bounced the squeaky bed with my squirming. "Ooooh, Gaaawwd! Ooooh Gaaawwwd!" I cried as the feeling in my tummy and pussy intensified like something wonderful building up. She continued to rub as I felt a warm wet tongue on my buttocks, and just a few seconds of that was all it took!

My head began to spin as my body trembled as I threw my head back with mouth wide open. I began to feel as if I were falling. I had never felt so good in my life. But then it all took me by surprise! I felt a sudden burst that jolted my body like an explosion. I felt as if I were peeing! My tummy cramped up as I felt my cunny burst! My whole body pulsated and throbbed in rhythm beyond my control. I was so dizzy I could hardly keep my position as I spasmed. I continued to throb and pulsate in rhythm as if my kitten lips were grabbing onto Jen-Jen's fingers. Only after about thirty seconds did the feeling subside. I was so weak now I fell over, just like Jen-Jen had done and wadded up in a fetal position. My tummy ached a little from the intense bursts, but it was sooooo worth it! I struggled to catch my breath as if I had ridden my bike up a steep hill. True, I had never even known there was such a thing as orgasm, and I sure didn't know what to call what had just happened. But it was the best thing that ever happened to me! "Ooooh, Jen-Jen!" I cried. "Ooooh Jen-Jen, you made me feel great! It was the best feeling in the whole world!"

And so we lay side by side on my bed, completely naked, too tired and spent to talk anymore. We just lay there, cuddling our two soft naked bodies together, and kissed deeply one more time. I had never dreamt that morning when I woke up that this day would end like this. But it was the best day ever!

I don't remember falling asleep, only waking up with the sun shining in my room through the closed sheer curtains. Now in daylight, we could see the fine detail of our naked bodies. I suddenly blushed as Jen-Jen began to wake and take note of my long skinny body. Yet she gave a very pleasing smile of approval!

Fortunately, we woke up before my mom did, because otherwise she may have come into my room and found us both naked! So we put on our panties and tee shirts and went into the living room to watch Bugs Bunny, Land of the Lost, and Scooby Doo. (And my room smelled funny, but I didn't know how to fix that, so I just sprayed the air with a little lemon-pledge and left the door cracked open, hoping Mom wouldn't notice!)

And once again, the ghoulish theme of Scooby Doo (plus buxom Velma's naked thighs) made me think of the naked Asian girl in the 'Phanto-zone'. As they say, it looked like we had a mystery on our hands! But was I too chicken to go back there?

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Well, well, well! Talk about the 'naked truth!' It appears there's more to the Phanto-Zone than meets the eye! But I must say, I loooove the way they decorate! And gee, how did Cat's mom sleep through all of that? Or did she? Maybe she was listening outside the door, jilling all the while! But our poor little Cat seems to be having a hard time convincing her orgasmic friend that a hapless naked Asian cutie might be at the mercy of the ride's mechanical dummies! Is she seeing things from her own young nympho mind… or is there really a live little girl in there? You can find out some more about it next time kiddies when we continue our story! Until then… sweet WET dreams! (-cackle-cackle-)