"Amy, could you come here a moment, please?"
Amy looked around; Carol Dallon was standing in her bedroom, wearing what Amy privately thought of as her 'court clothing'; a suit jacket, open wide enough to show a decent cleavage, a tie, and a pair of severe black panties. Stockings and heels completed the ensemble.
"Sure thing, Mom, what's up?" Amy entered the room, looking curiously at her foster mother.
"Well, for one thing," Carol told her tartly, "you could tell me what the hell it is that you're wearing."
Amy looked down at herself. "Uh, a T-shirt and shorts. Why?"
"Since when do you wear clothes in the house?" demanded Carol. "No, wait; let me guess. You're waiting for Victoria to come home, so she can rip them off you. Am I correct?"
Amy blushed, confirming her suspicion. "It feels so good when she does it," she mumbled. "Uh, is there something wrong with her doing it?"
Carol snorted and pulled her tie off. The suit jacket soon followed, placed on a hanger. "The problem, young lady, is that items like that are getting harder and harder to find. Children under fifteen still wear clothes, certainly, but you are past that age, and those shorts would be very expensive to replace; the shirt as well."
"Oh. Oh shit." Amy's hand went to her mouth. Guiltily, she recalled all the clothing that Vicky had ripped from her quivering, compliant body since they had begun their tempestuous relationship. "I – I'm sorry."
Carol shed the shirt, leaving her clad in a lacy bra to match the panties and stockings, then took Amy's chin in her hand. "I don't mind you wearing them on special occasions, but please do not put them in peril at your sister's hands," she advised her foster daughter with a smile. She drew a deep breath through her nostrils, and her voice was hard when she spoke. "But you should really ask permission to do so, even then."
Amy's voice dropped, as did her gaze. "I'm sorry."
Carol shook her head. "Sorry doesn't cut it. Take them off, at once."
Amy reached down and pulled the T-shirt over her head; the cloth pulled her firm young breasts up, then let them jiggle to rest, the brown nipples poking out slightly. She placed the shirt carefully on the dresser, then eased the denim short over her firmly curved buttocks, and down her legs. Placing them on top of the shirt, unselfconsciously naked, she faced Carol once more.
While she had been disrobing, Carol had been removing her underwear and heels, leaving her clad in just stockings; she eyed Amy with some semblance of disapproval. "Still not good enough," she declared. "I'm going to have to punish you."
"P-punish me?" squeaked Amy, her voice rising with dismay.
Carol nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Come now; you remember being spanked before, don't you?"
"Yes," Amy replied carefully. "But I'm sixteen now."
"And do you think that you're too old?" Carol's eyebrow quirked dangerously.
"N-no!" protested Amy. To show that she was willing, she moved forward and lay down across Carol's lap, supporting herself on her elbows on the bed. She felt Carol's hands on her body, moving her into a proper position; the hands caressed and squeezed her thighs, cupped her breasts, ran over her smooth buttocks.
"M-mom?" asked Amy, a doubtful tone entering her voice.
"Sh!" snapped Carol, and a moment later, the first slap arrived on her upturned backside.
Amy yelped in surprise and jumped slightly; Carol's arm held her tightly in place.
Another slap arrived, and another, and another; Amy twitched and jerked and yelped as her ass was punished, over and over again. Her buttocks began to grow warm with the spanking, and the warm feeling spread.
Eventually, Carol stopped, panting. Amy lay limply over her lap, whimpering slightly. Her hand caressed Amy's well-reddened ass, soothing by its very touch, squeezing ever so slightly.
"How do you feel, Amy?" she whispered.
"I'm not sure," Amy moaned. "I feel … funny." And indeed, feelings were roiling in her body that had little to do with being punished. She could also feel, via her contact with Carol, what her foster mother felt … and that made her own feelings stronger.
Carol hoisted her up, then lay back on the bed with Amy beside her. She traced tear tracks on Amy's face with her fingertips. "You know why I had to punish you, don't you, Amy?"
Amy kissed her fingertip. "So I would remember."
Carol nodded. "So you would remember. Do you think you will?"
Amy nodded. "I will. Thank you."
Carol leaned in and kissed her, a gentle pressure of lips on lips. "Do you want me to kiss it all better now?"
Amy's arms slid around her and pulled her close. Mature breasts pressed against Amy's smaller ones. Their lips met again, melded together. Tongues clashed. Amy's nails dragged over her foster mother's back. "I think I'd like that very much."
Carol helped Amy up the bed until they were both lying full-length; they kissed again and again. Hands caressed bodies; Amy lowered her mouth to Carol's breasts and suckled on her nipples until Carol arched her back and drew air in through her teeth.
Rolling Amy on to her back, Carol slid down the bed until she was level with Amy's groin. She parted the teenager's soft, smooth thighs, and admired the soft, delicate pussy lips she found there. Sparse brown hair sprouted over a pronounced mons veneris, and below … the promised land.
Amy arched her back and gasped at the first touch of Carol's lips on her labia. She felt the tongue touch, probe, and part the fleshy lips, drawn unerringly to what lay beneath.
Carol parted Amy's labia, and began to show her how a woman is to be loved. Amy gasped and moaned and writhed by turns, as Carol's tongue delved into her very secrets, elicited pleasure that Amy had not thought was possible, even at Vicky's hands.
She felt Carol bite the inside of her thighs, the unfamiliar sensation erotic and amazing. She groaned as the older woman inserted a carefully-lubricated finger into her butt, working it in and out gently while still pleasuring Amy's throbbing vagina more and more.
With two fingers sliding insistently in and out of Amy's pulsating vaginal canal, and her thumb rubbing over Amy's clit, Carol moved up the bed to lie beside Amy once more. On the way, she continued to educate her on sexual pleasure; kissing, licking and suckling on Amy's breasts, her teeth and tongue driving Amy nearly out of her head with the sensations.
Amy could not move, could not speak, as Carol pushed her to the very brink of orgasm – then kissed her forcefully, pushing her fingers deep into Amy's pussy as she did so. A fingernail raked across Amy's clit, and her orgasm exploded through her body. She arched her back and cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head from the force of her climax.
Carol kept it going, expertly tweaking Amy's nipples, and continuing to work her sensitive groin and clitoris, until Amy slumped back, exhausted. She took pity on the younger girl then, allowing her to rest and catch her breath.
"Oh … oh my god ..." moaned Amy faintly. Carol kissed her, and was kissed in return.
"Now," she murmured. "Do you think you can do the same to me in return?"
Amy nodded. "Yes, I think I can."
Carol nodded and smiled. "Let's see how you go."
Amy kissed her then, and slid down the bed. On her hands and knees, she began to pleasure Carol in much the same way as Carol had done to her. A little uncertain, she tried out the things Carol had done, and was surprised at how well her foster mother responded.
"Well, well," commented a new voice. "Is this a strictly girls' time, or can anyone join in?"
Carol raised her eyes from the curly-brown mop of the girl currently between her thighs, and Amy looked around; both saw Mark Dallon, standing there with more than half an erection.
"What do you say, Amy?" asked Carol softly. "Can Mark take up the invitation you are offering him?"
For an answer, Amy reached up under herself, and spread the lips of her pussy wide; Mark saw the pink flesh gleaming within, and his cock hardened considerably.
Carol gasped as Amy went back to eating her; the girl was a fast learner, she had to admit. Her tongue was naughty and adventurous, sliding into her crevices, delving into sweet depths. She grunted and clutched at the bedclothes as Amy found all of her buttons, and hit them time and again.
Amy felt Mark's hands caressing her butt, squeezing her recently-spanked buttocks, and running between her labia. She pushed back at him as he rubbed at her pussy, and then she felt the head of his penis pushing at her tender entrance.
Despite her occasional sex sessions with Victoria, it was still an amazing sensation to have a penis inside her, and she gasped as he began to penetrate her tight young pussy. She worked harder at Carol's streaming sex, licking and lapping at the flooding juices, as she felt her foster father's penis sliding into her.
Grasping Amy's hips, Mark pushed his erection all the way into her; then, moving carefully, he began to thrust into her hot slippery depths. He heard her moans, felt her pushing back to meet his thrusts, even as she pleasured Carol with her fingers and lips and tongue.
On top of what Carol had already done to her, Amy was already highly aroused; when Mark began to make love to her, his solid thrusts, his thick penis, didn't take long to push her over the edge once more. Her face half-buried in her mother's sopping vulva, Amy came again and again as Mark's cock stretched her slippery young pussy repeatedly, thrusting deep inside her.
When he came, it was just the icing on the cake; she cried out as she climaxed one more time, and then went limp. Mark held her by the hips, his penis spurting the last few wads of semen into her tender young pussy, then eased her down on to the bed.
"Damn," he commented. "That was … Amy girl, if you ever want to do that again, I'll be willing to help you out." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "I was just going for a shower. See you ladies later. Enjoy yourselves."
Weakly, Amy crawled up alongside Carol, who kissed and caressed her gently.
"Damn, but if that wasn't the sexiest thing I ever saw," she observed. "Mark really did a number on you, didn't he?"
Amy kissed her and smiled wearily. "I can't believe how good that felt." She snuggled up to her foster mother. "I can't wait to show Vicky what I've learned, when she gets home."
Carol shook with silent laughter. "Boy, is _she_ in for a surprise."
Amy kissed her again. Her eyes were starting to close. "I really do love her, you know."
Carol held the sleeping teen in her arms. "I know," she murmured softly. "And we love you for it."