Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1999 09:45:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-10

Margaret 10 Wednesday Afternoon

At about 12:30 the phone rang.  It was the
vice-principal of Victoria Academy, the twins' school.
She wanted to meet with me in two hours, just before
the end of school.  Alicia and I needed to get dressed
for action.

We arrived at the school, me in a sever black business
suit and my slave in a black taffeta skirt that
rustled when she walked, and a sheer blouse that left
not doubt she was wearing a very low-cut lace bra.
Alicia stood modestly behind me as I presented myself
at the school office counter.  When I was invited into
the vice-principal's office I turned to my slave with
the single command, "Come."

As we entered the inner sanctum I reached into my
purse and removed a number of large zip-lock baggies,
and handed them to Alicia.  I waited until the vice
had introduced herself and Miss Brighton, and the
three of us were seated.  My slave remained standing
behind me until I turned to her and nodded toward the
fridge.  Alicia promptly went and opened it, then
started to remove a small collection of dildoes from
the freezer compartment, and putting each into a
baggie.

The vice and the teacher looked up in horror, and
began to rise; but I raised a hand.  "Stay where you
are, ladies.  These items are now evidence, which may
find its way into court if you don't co-operate!"  Not
moving my eyes from my foes for an instant, I
continued, "Slave take those items out and put them on
ice in the back of the car."

"Yes, Mistress!"  Alicia was gone in a swish of skirt
and a flash of garters holding her black fishnet
stockings.

"Now ladies," I continued, "I wonder whose pussy
juices are frozen onto those delightful looking tools.
 I also wonder whose fingerprints are on them."  The
worried looks on their faces told me all I needed to
know, so I continued.  "You have a rule here that all
of your students must wear panties.  Very well, you
will appear at exactly four o'clock at Madame Sophie's
where you will assist my daughters in selecting
appropriate underwear."  I rose and gave them a little
smile, then departed before they could argue.

At the appointed time the two educators arrived at
Sophie's, and immediately went to the racks of panties
and started to make selections.  I approached them.
"Excuse me, but that is not the sort of assistance my
daughters need.  We have reserved the largest fitting
room.  Please see my assistant, just through that
doorway."  I pointed toward a small archway filled
with a heavy blue curtain.  At the entrance was a
small sign, 'Please remove shoes before entering'.

I followed them into the plush viewing room.
Everything was deep soft beige carpet, cream brocade
draperies, and gilt Queen Anne furniture.  The carpet
and drapes absorbed sound so well that the silence
seemed like it belonged in a cathedral.  Alicia
quietly stood by a selection of lovely undies that
were laid out on a marble table top.  The twins,
bright-eyed and eager, sat in two elegant chairs on
either side of a beautiful third chair which was
almost a throne.  I seated myself in that chair,
making it very clear that I was in charge.  I
addressed Alicia, "Dear, these two ladies have offered
to serve as models for us.  Would you please help Miss
Brighton get undressed so that she can demonstrate the
first item in the 'A' pile?  Jessie leaned over and
whispered in my ear, and I smiled.  "By the way, I am
informed that Miss Brighton's first name is Betty."

Stunned, Betty simply stood in the middle of the room
as Alicia walked up and began to undo the long row of
buttons that went down the front of her grey jersey
dress.  Then Alicia slid her hands over Betty's hips
and up her belly to caress her C-cup breasts before
parting the grey cloth and pulling it off the
teacher's shoulders.  Alicia lowered the dress to the
floor, gradually exposing the lacy pink bustier that
held up those firm tits.  My mouth watered as my slave
turned Betty around so that we could see her firm ass
clad in sexy lace bikini panties.  Alicia unsnapped
her garters and rolled down her sheer white stockings,
then unhooked the bustier and let it fall away.
Finally she pulled the panties down to the floor, and
I made a note to myself that if all the teachers at
Victoria Academy went for this kind of luscious
underwear, there was a major market!

"I'll take those panties!" I ordered, and Alicia
brought me the thin wisp of pink lace.  I brought the
panties to my nose and inhaled deeply as I gazed at
their owner.  Betty has a lovely body, similar in
proportion to mine.  She let herself be led to the
table with the samples, and allowed Alicia to draw a
red satin thong up her slender legs.

Then Alicia led Betty over to stand before me.  I
reached my hand out and stroked the smooth fabric
between her legs, and invited the twins to do the
same. A sharp intake of breath told me that
Elizabeth's exploring hand had brushed against her
clit.  "Gee, Mom, do they feel as smooth on the inside
as the do on the outside?"  I told her to go ahead and
find out, so my young daughter pulled her history
teacher toward her and thrust a hand down the
teacher's panties.  As Betty began to moan I suspected
where my Elizabeth's fingers were, and when she pulled
them out and started to lick them, I was certain.

Jessica reached for Betty's hips and guided the
teacher over to stand before her.  Then Jessie turned
the woman around and asked her to bend over.  With her
teacher's near-naked ass before her, Jessie reached
out and started to pull that thong down.  Betty began
to protest.

SMACK!  I slapped her vigorously on her exposed ass
cheeks.  "You will do as you are told!" I barked at
her, and her objection died on her lips.  Jessie
giggled and carried on fondling her teacher's ass, her
hand reaching between creamy thighs.

"Alicia," I addressed my slave, "This other lady is
Amanda.  Would you please help her out of her
clothes?" Amanda the vice-principal offered no
resistance as Alicia pulled her jacket off and started
to untie the bow at her neck.  She proceeded to gently
remove the crepe silk blouse and unsnap the front
closure of Amanda's lacy black bra.  As Alicia reached
for the zipper of the vice's skirt, I told her, "Wait!
 Suck her tits first!"  So Alicia did.

Amanda's head fell back and she started to moan as my
slave sucked first one nipple then the other.
Elizabeth could not contain herself.  She leaped up
and took up where Alicia had left off, tearing at the
vice's skirt zipper and pulling the garment down and
off.  Again she discovered that Amanda wore no
panties, just a black garter belt holding up black
nylon stockings.  She unsnapped the garters and
practically ripped off the belt.  "Elizabeth," I said
quietly, "Come here and sit down."  She gave me a
questioning look, so I winked at her to let her know I
wasn't trying to spoil her fun.  "Alicia, please help
our model into the next sample." I ordered.

I watched as my slave knelt before Amanda, holding a
pair of blue lace undies sot that she could easily
step into them.  Then I motioned Amanda to stand in
front of my daughter.  "Well, Elizabeth?  What do you
think of these?" I asked.  She reached out to feel the
fabric, and was just as bold as her sister in reaching
inside those panties.  I reached over and my hand
joined hers in the crotch of those panties, feeling
the crisp lace and the damp flesh it contained.  Our
fingers played and plunged in and out of the woman's
wet snatch, as she simple stood with her legs wide
apart and her eyes closed, moaning louder and louder
in her passion.  Soon our efforts were rewarded with a
flood of woman-juice which Elizabeth and I shared by
licking it off of each other's fingers.

"Now, Amanda, you musk kneel before me.  Betty must
kneel in front of Jessie, and Alicia must get on her
knees in front of Elizabeth.  I knew that the twins
were not yet equipped with panties, and I had
purposely worn none.  So I instructed my girls to pull
up their school uniform skirts and to drape their
knees over the arms of their chairs.  Then I did the
same, and in moments each of us had a hungry mouth
lapping at our pussies!

To one side of me I watched my slave plunge her tongue
into Elizabeth's sexy hole.  To the other side, the
history teacher slurped away at Jessie's pussy.
Meanwhile, the vice-principal of their school
vigorously sucked my clit in between her lips.  My
daughters' shrieks of delight must have been clearly
heard in the shop, and I was scarcely quieter.  The
educators and the slave brought our passion to a
thrilling simultaneous orgasm.  It was so good to
watch the looks of ecstasy on the twins' faces.  It
almost made me want to get on my knees and eat them
out too, but the women from the school needed to be
taught their lesson.  As I leaned back and relaxed, I
told them to be sure to lick up every bit of our pussy
juices, and not to touch our clits while we rested.

Finally I stood, along with my daughters.  We smoothed
out our clothes, and I addressed the two educators,
"Thank you for your help.  We will take two each of
the panties on display here, and you will pay for
them.  We trust they will be acceptable at school.
Since you are no doubt horny as heck, I will ask the
manager to leave you alone for a while as you satisfy
each other."

"Come Alicia" I said, and as we walked out I glanced
back to where Amanda was pushing Betty down on the
soft carpet, and straddling her face as they got into
a 69.

When we got all the sexy panties boxed up, I told the
manager that our 'models' were probably getting it on
in the viewing room, and she could do anything she
wanted about it.  The look on her face suggested that
she might be joining them.  After we left the store
all four of us burst into gales of laughter, and
headed for the car, and home.  I noticed that
Elizabeth kept Alicia very close to her.  In the car,
Jessie sat in front with me, and somehow our talk got
onto the subject of my wrestling match with Rhonda the
day before.  Jessie was visibly turned on by our talk,
especially as we were both aware of Elizabeth
fingering Alicia in the back seat.

At home, Elizabeth walked up to the house with her
hand on Alicia's ass, and once inside started to lead
her upstairs.  Jessie called after her, "Hey Liz,
you've been playing with Alicia all afternoon.  It's
my turn now!"

"No way," Elizabeth replied, "It's still my turn."
This looked to me like the sort of argument that could
only leave resentment in the girls' minds, so as their
mother I had to step in.

"Both of you cool down!"  I commanded.  "Come with me
to the back yard."

Looking a little shame-faced, they followed me out to
the grassy area near the pool, with Alicia tagging
along behind.  I ordered Alicia to arrange tow
lounging chairs on opposite sides of the lawn.  As she
did that, I instructed the twins to stand in the
middle of the yard.  Then I told them, "Each nipple is
worth a point, but only once per nipple.  Each
bum-hole and clitoris is also worth a point, but only
once.  You can score a point by licking any of your
opponents target areas.  The winner will be the first
one to score three points.  Alicia and I will be the
judges, and we will call out the points as we see
them.  You will wait until I say to begin."

I told Alicia to go in the house to get a
gin-and-tonic for me, and any drink she wanted for
herself.  The twins eyed each other with speculative
grins.  They were exactly the same height and weight,
so it was anyone's guess who would win.  The problem
would be that Alicia would not be able to tell them
apart as they scored.  The slave returned and we got
settled in our lounge chairs with our drinks.
"Ready?" I called to the twins, "Begin!"

The two circles each other warily for a moment, then
Jes' right hand lashed out, catching her sister's
blouse and tearing it open as a few buttons went
flying.  Since the day of their punishment at  EROS,
neither twin had worn a bra.  We had been so focussed
on acquiring the panties required by their school,
that we had completely neglected breast support.  So
Liz's open shirt gave tantalizing glimpses of her
fresh young breasts, with nipples that were pinker
than usual in her exertion.

I lifted my skirt, exposing my naked pussy to the
fresh air and the late afternoon sun, and began to
stroke my inner thighs.  Across the lawn, I could see
Alicia already massaging her twat.

Jessie tried another swipe at Liz's shirt, but this
time Liz caught her arm and in a judo-like move
propelled her twin face down to the ground.  Instantly
Liz dropped to her knees and flipped her sister's
skirt up, diving to score by licking Jessie's ass.
"Point!" Alicia cried as Liz's tongue plunged between
her twin's ass cheeks.

Liz tried to score again by forcing her head down
between Jessie's legs, to lick at her clit.  But
Jessie rolled away and scrambled to her feet, then
leaped back on her sister, knocking her over on her
back.  Jessie's earlier effort to rip open Liz's
blouse paid off, as Liz fell on her back with her
perfect tits exposed to the sky.  Jessie's  tongue
flicked across Liz's right nipple before landing on
her left for a prolonged suck.  For a few moments Liz
just lay there, enjoying her sister's oral
ministrations, as I scored two points for Jessie.  But
when Jessie made a move downward toward Liz's pussy,
Liz's knee abruptly came up into her stomach, and she
rolled away.

Liz followed Jessie quickly, kneeling above Jessie's
head and bending over to tear open Jessie's blouse.
Liz's tits pressed down on Jessie's mouth, but Jessie
had already scored there.  Alicia called another
score, but I shouted back that that was Liz getting
licked again.  Liz's tongue managed a quick lick at
Jessie's left tit, and Alicia cried "Score!" before
Jessie managed to push Liz away.

Jes scrambled after Liz, trying to lift her skirt.
But Liz had her skirt firmly clasped between her
thighs, while Jessie's wen flying up around her waist.
 Liz managed to snag her twin's leg an pull it toward
her just as Jessie managed to pull Liz's skirt out
from between her legs.  Liz's thighs were still
clamped together, while Jessie's were spread wide, and
Liz plunged her face into her sister's cunt.

"Point!" Alicia cried, and Liz relaxed her thighs sot
that the wrestling match could turn into a slurp-fest.
 The twins finished by crawling into the classic 69
position, tonguing each other with the enthusiasm of
two adrenalin-charged teenagers.  Soon they came, amid
great shrieks and giggles, and Jessie rolled away off
of her sister.  I had to applaud, "Bravo!", and Alicia
echoed, "Bravo!"

My daughters lay on the grass with their skirts up
around their waists and their blouses torn open to
expose nipples and pussies to the sun.  I walked up to
them, pulling off my jacket, blouse and skirt.  "Well,
Elizabeth, you won the match.  Now do you want Alicia^Å
or me?"  I asked as I stood over her in bra, garter
belt and stockings.  She was looking straight up into
my hot, puffy pussy.

"Oh, Mom!  I want you!" she cried.  So I bent over and
gave Elizabeth a hand up.  By unspoken consent we
headed for the house, and my bedroom.  "Alicia," I
called over my shoulder, "Pick up my clothes, then
serve Jessie as she wishes, and Rachel as soon as she
gets home."

As soon as we got to my room I spun around to angrily
face Elizabeth.  "You naughty girl!"  She looked
stricken, as I continued, "Look at you!  You are a
mess!  You have grass stains on your shirt and your
socks, and buttons missing.  You will have to be
punished.  You deserve a severe spanking!"

"No!  Please Mother!  Please don't spank me on my
naked young bottom!  Please don't spank my naked
thighs!  Please don't make me bend over and spread my
legs while you whip my pretty pink pussy!"

"I will!"  I cried.  "Now bend over the back of that
armchair, while I find a stick to beat you with!"
With seeming reluctance, Elizabeth slowly bent over
the back of my big plush chair, while I found what I
needed in the back of my closet.  It was a slim
yardstick I sometimes use in my sewing.  Still dressed
only in my lacy white bra and garter belt supporting
sheer white stockings, I approached my daughter with
my weapon.  Liz's ass waved from side to side as she
could hardly contain her excitement.  I lifted her
skirt and draped it over her waist, taking a moment to
admire the tight little buns of her trim teen ass.

Then I raised my yardstick and brought it down with a
loud crack across my daughter's pretty ass cheeks.
"Ohhh!" she wailed in surprise at the pain.  I gave
her half a dozen more strokes as her bum wiggled
around, trying to avoid my cane.  Her bottom became
flushed and red, and I began to move every third or
fourth stroke to her thighs.  After a few minutes her
ass was a bright cherry pink, and her thighs were not
far behind.  So I thrust my stick between her thighs,
forcing them apart.  Then I changed my spanking
strategy.  I began to make each blow land mostly on
Elizabeth's ass cheeks, but I made sure that the tip
of my tool also made contact with her swollen pussy
lips.

Elizabeth wiggled and squirmed as I lashed her bum.
"Please stop!  No more!"  she cried.  I continued to
spank her as tears came to her eyes and her bum became
an angry red.  "No, no more!" she sobbed, and finally
I decided that she had learned her lesson.

Elizabeth started to stand up, but I put a stop to
that with a vicious slap of my hand on her rosy ass.
"Don't move!" I commanded.  A long pause ensued as I
let that order sink in.  Liz's shoulders shook as she
sobbed silently, and her delicious naked ass swayed in
front of my eyes.  Slowly I sank to my knees with my
face close to my daughter's exposed pussy.  I could
feel the heat from her angry blood-swollen flesh.  I
leaned down and extended my tongue to lick the back of
her thigh.

Immediately the dampness of my tongue began to soothe
my daughter's reddened skin.  "Oooh, yes!" she cried
in relief as I licked back and forth between her
thighs.  Slowly I worked my way up toward her ass
cheeks.  Her swollen labia demanded attention, but I
resisted, knowing that once I went there I would never
return to the trim gluteus that cried out over the
brutal punishment I had given it.  As I licked my
daughter's ass cheeks, she sighed in relief, even as
she attempted to grind her pussy against my mouth.
"Please!  Lick my cunny!" she cried.

I backed off, and gently blew a stream of cooling air
against her cunt lips.  This turned Elizabeth on even
more, and she begged even louder for me to lick her
there.  So instead I darted my head forward and
plunged my tongue into her exposed ass hole.  I began
to tongue-fuck her there as fast as I could, ramming
my head back and forth like a crazed woodpecker.  Liz
screamed in a combination of delight and frustration,
so I kept right on with what I was doing.

After several minutes of this, Liz was whimpering and
crying out as tears ran down her face.  She
desperately wanted some attention paid to her cunt and
clit, but I was too busy turning her on with my soft
tongue in her anus.  When she reached back to try to
finger her own pussy, I slapped her hand away and
continued to suck on her ass.  At last, Elizabeth
simply broke down and wept, still bent over the soft
back of the armchair.  Finally I relented and moved
away.  I drew her to stand up, and then to crawl in
between the satin sheets of my bed.  She still wore
only the cotton knee socks of her school uniform,
which I refused to allow her to remove.  I continued
to wear the bra, garter belt and stockings win which I
had enjoyed a successful day.

My daughter was still amazingly horny, so we continued
to have a very successful night.