Sucker Mom               

 

1. Community Service

 

“How did it come to this,” Melanie Ashworth muttered to herself. Here she was, a 39 year old soccer mom standing on the stage of Wickersham High School in front of 900 teenagers. Here she was, with cuffs on her wrists and her hands pulled upward by chains. She was clothed . . . so far. Next to her were Annie Armstrong, Janet Parelli, and Sophie Smith. They were all between the ages of 38 and 42. And they were all sentenced to nine months as sex objects.

 

It was gambling that did it. The urge to play the lottery led to on-line gambling and then to video poker at bars and convenience stores. They dipped into savings. And then they began to tap the treasuries of the PTA and the Little League. They knew it was wrong, and they couldn’t stop. One day they were making casseroles and the next day they were in court, convicted of embezzling from the community’s children.

 

“The normal sentence in cases like this,” said Judge Turner, “is restitution and community service. In this case, the school district tells me that they are experimenting with a new sex education curriculum. So the sentence for all four of you is to spend the coming year assisting at the High School.”

 

“Great,” Melanie had thought. “Passing out tests, reading papers, what a breeze.”

 

Now, in the front of the auditorium the horrible truth was unavoidable. Melanie, Annie, Janet, and Sophie were to spend a year as the demonstration subjects–sex education lab rats.

 

Principle Jones called Jamie Doe, the head cheerleader, to the stage. “Take off all their clothes, if you would be so kind, Jamie.”

 

With a big grin, Jamie went to the end of the line and started Sophie’s strip tease. With her hand pulled tight about her head, the mortified 40-year-old was helpless. Off came her shoes. Her skirt. Her stockings. Jamie proceeded down the row and the assembly audience laughed and pointed. Then she took a pair of shears from the Principal and snipped off their tops, then cut their bra straps one after the other, leaving eight middle-aged boobs dangling in the breeze from the air conditioner.

 

Now it was the turn of Alice Adams, the drum majorette. Stepping on stage with her ass twitching perkily, she accepted the shears and snipped off four pairs of underwear.

 

Annie, it turned out, was a bit of a hippie and didn’t shave anything, from bushy pits to hairy legs. Janet had big breasts with wide brown circles around her nipples. Sophie was small and pert. Melanie’s lustrous dark hair and wide hips made her a schoolboy’s wetdream come true.

 

After giving the students a few minutes to point and giggle, Principal Jones took the microphone and listed off the rules.

“You will be naked at all times for the next nine months.”

 

“You will normally wear a metal chastity belt with a metal waistband and a hinged metal strip that passes between your legs.”

 

“Each of you will have three senior girls who act as your keepers. They will have the key to the chastity belt and they will lead you from place to place with a leash attached to a ring at the bottom of the belt.”

 

He paused to call the keepers on stage and waited while they fitted and lock a belt on each woman. The girls, who were the among the most popular in the school, took their time, running their fingers over the middle-aged bodies and shouting some comments to the audience: “A bit of a belly here . . . . watch those big tits swing . . . turn around so that can see your big butt.”                           

The Principal continued.

 

“When not in use, you will live in a cage in the main hall.’

 

“If you fail to perform your duties as sex demonstrators satisfactorily, you may be punished by whipping, pimping, and/or sexual inserts.”

 

“That is all. Assembly dismissed. Keepers, unhook their hands and lead them to their first task.”

 

2. Nipple Class

 

Their keepers had linked Melanie, Annie, Janet, and Sophie together in a row with a light chain from one d-ring to at the bottom of their chastity belt to the next. They prodded them into motion with flicks from riding crops, steering them into Miss Trahn’s ninth grade classroom.

 

The twenty boys and girls stared eagerly as the petite Miss Trahn announced that the day’s topic was nipple stimulation.

 

“A woman’s nipples are sexually sensitive,” she said. “When you stimulate them, they get hard and the sensation is multiplied. Hot nipples start to make the cunt feel warm and sexy, so they’re always a good place to start the foreplay, especially if you want top get into someone’s pants.”

 

She proceeded to demonstrate with Janet’s right tit. She fingered the nipple, she tongued it, she nipped it gently, she gave it a little snap with her thumb. The women were supposed to be standing still, but Janet began to wiggle, earning a quick slap on the rump from her keeper. Meanwhile Miss Trahn continued to tongue Janet’s nipple while her left hand slid down the front of her own tight jeans to give herself a bit of pleasure.

 

“Okay, kids, your turn. Five of you on each of the objects and start playing.”

 

To Melanie’s horror, one of the five kids surrounding her was Joey King from down the block.

“Hi Ms. Armstrong-slut,” he said, “This will be fun.” Melanie remembered that she’d once scolded him from tracking mud into her house. Now he was twisting and biting her nipple, cupping her breast, stroking her back with the other hand, drawing a line down her spine with his fingernail.

 

“Give Judy a chance,” said the teacher, and a girl took Joey’s place. She sucked like she was two years old. Melanie rocked from side to side as one student after another licked her erect. The lesson went on for the full 45 minutes. The women were moaning and twisting, but their keepers had locked their hands behind them when their fingers had started to feel around the edges of their chastity belts. In the back of the room, several girls had lifted their sweaters or opened their blouses for classmates to play with their tits–boys on some, girls on others. Miss Trahn made sure than no zippers got unzipped, but she offered pointers on sucking, especially to the girls.

 

BRRRINGGG . . . saved by the bell, at last.

 

3. Science Class

 

As the keepers traded off, Annie and Janet complained that they had to pee.

 

“No problem, follow us.” The same strange procession of naked housewives snaked through the halls . . . and out the front door! “There you go. Pee on the lawn. You can do it through your chastities. We’ll hose you off.”

 

A bus was pulling up and people were pointing out the window, but Mel had no choice. She squatted with the rest of them, right out in public . . . like . . . like a sex object. One of the keepers turned on a garden hose and douched the women off.

 

Back inside, Mel and Sophie were detached and led into the science lab. With their belts removed, they were stretched out on examining tables that the school had recent installed, with their legs high in the stirrups.

 

“The topic is pheromones,” intoned the teacher. “We will smell their armpits and cunts now at the start and make notes about the smell and our arousal. We’ll also take swabs of secretions for analysis. Then we’ll have each of them bring herself to three orgasms in a row and repeat.

The girls will check the arousal of the boys by measuring the length and straightness of their prick at the start and finish. The boys will stick their hands inside the girls’ underwear to see how wet they are.”

 

The students all dropped their pants or skirts and stood in line in their underwear to get the first sniffs, half from Mel and half from Sophie. They had not showered since they had been sentenced four days earlier, and fear and sexual excitement had added more sweat to their bodies. The boys were soon popping through the slits in their boxers and briefs and the girls were measuring like mad, only to be fingered in turn.

 

The teacher handed Mel two vibrators, one for her ass and one for her cunt. She inserted them and turned them on, and started working her clit with her fingers. After a very full day, the build up to the first orgasm was quick. She bucked against the stirrups and started again, taking it more slowly and blissfully. The third took even longer, a full half-hour into the class period. As instructed, the boys and girls had been standing quietly with their hands behind their backs, but their pricks were bouncing and glistening with moisture and the girls were rubbing their legs together.

 

At long last, the class did the second sniff test and wrote their observations in their lab books, then measured each others’ responses. The results were impressive. “Wow, cried one girl,” Sam was five and a half inches earlier but now he’s seven pointing up to the ceiling.” A couple boys came in the girls’ hands. The boys similarly found that the girls would need to put their undies through the dryer.

 

When the dats was in the lab books, the boys took their turns with quick fucks of Mel and Sophie. Helping Melanie off the table, the instructor told her to kneel between Sophie’s legs and clean her up, dribbling cum and all. Then she was told to hold the cum in her mouth and kiss all the girls with the gift of cum. Only then did the teacher give the girls permission to go down on each other. Everyone pronounced it an important learning experience.

 

Meanwhile, the other two women were taken to meet a visiting class from a private girl’s academy. Their job was to demonstrate strap-on fucking. Janet fucked Annie in the cunt and then Annie pushed her dildo into Janet’s ass and banged away.

 

The teacher then issued a strap-on to each of the girls. They practiced on Janet’s and Annie’s cunts. The impatient ones began playing with each other. It was a strict school that expected its students to remain virgins, but assholes were fair game. It was another great class.

 

At the end of the day, the keepers led the four women them to a large cage in the main hall. There was a bucket for waste, futons and blankets on the floor, and an alarm bell to call the janitor in case of emergency. “Crap now or regret it,” a keeper said. Mel and the others took turns squatting over the bucket. Then the belts went back on three of them. “Annie, you’re coming with us, said the keeper, grabbing the bushy hair under the woman’s arms. “We think we’ll have fun with a hairy slut, We’ll have you back in the morning.”

 

4. Pimped Out

 

On Friday afternoon, after their first full week as high school sex objects, Melanie and the other women were led back to the auditorium. The most fun had been teaching boys how to suck each other, and then supervising to make sure that each boy got three loads of cum in the face. But Mel hadn’t liked th enema demonstrations. Now their hands were secured behind their backs, rubber ball gags were tied in their mouths, and they mounted to stage to find four sawhorses with padded crossbars. Off came the chastities. “Staddle the horses,” said Principal Jones. At the count of five, start to frig yourselves off.”

 

The audience this time were a dozen or so men. They were wagering as to which woman would reach orgasm first and which next, etc. The man whose four picks were most accurate would get first choice of the women for the weekend, and so on through the top four.

 

After a week of non-stop sexual action and instruction, Melanie was on fire. She’d never been so horny. As she humped back and forth drool leaked from her gag along with moans and chirps of excitement. Faster. . . . faster . . . and then a shuddering climax. The room burst into applause. She was the first.

 

The businessman who led Mel from the stage waved off the chastity belt. “Won’t need that, she’ll be too busy.” Outside the school, he shoved her into the back of a minivan, locking her wrists to the wall, and off they went to his suburban house. Her parked in the driveway so that anyone passign by could see him help Melanie out of the van. First thing inside, he shoved her to her knees and pulled out his cock. “Suck it fast, sucker mom, you got me hot.” Mel did as she was told, and cum was soon dripping off her breasts. Only then did she notice another middle-aged woman, also naked and tied into a chair. “Meet the wife. Come on over so she can clean you off.”

 

Before she knew it, the man had been joined by his fourteen-year-old son. Father and son untied mom and forced her onto hands and knees. The kid popped into the kitchen and came back with an enema bag. He proceeded to grease the nozzle and stuck it up his mom’s ass! “I’d never let him fuck her,” the man said, “but he can help with the preparations.”

 

“Hold it in,” the kid told his mom as he slapped her ass and then moved on to give Mel the same treatment. “Run outside,” he commanded when he’s finished. Mel and the other woman staggered through the back door clenching their butts and gratefully relieved themselves in the flower bed.

 

“Stay here,” the man said. He got eight stakes from the garage, pounded four of them into the lawn making a rectangle, and pushed his wife into her hands and knees, with wrists and ankles tied to the stakes and her ass high in the air. Mel got the same treatment.

 

“Watch, son,” he said spreading lubricant around his wife’s asshole. “I’m going to fuck her in the butt, and you can do the same with Mel.” Before she know it, a small hard prick was gliding along her crack and then plunging into her ass. The kid pumped, pumped, and he was done. Ten minutes later, he was inside her again when the doorbell rang. He pulled out, grabbed a robe, and was soon back with the rest of his Explorer Scout troop. For the next four hours, the scoutmasters and dad took turns on the missus, while the gang of teens reamed out Mel.

 

“If you thought this was fun, wait till tomorrow,” said the father, as he locked Mel into a buttplug chastity belt for the night and chained her at the foot of his bed.

 

To be continued.