Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2001 21:30:22 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Back to School 3/?

Nanny3: Back to School by LCDRJMC and Greatness

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as is and all will be well.  Enjoy!  LCDRJMC

Part 3

**

Athena Valentine stood paralyzed.  She had no idea what to do next.  It was
one thing to think about being caught running around a strange house in
just a top and boots, but to have it actually happen...!  Oh My God!

Although the room was in total darkness, Athena automatically covered her
bare pubic area with her hands.  "Don't be afraid.  I'm...I'm just a friend
of your sister's," she whispered.

"Then why are you whispering?" the voice said clearly.

"I don't want to wake everyone up," Athena whispered desperately.

"Oh," the voice said, a little quieter.

A bright beam of light shot out from the far side of the room, and Athena
was immediately blinded.  She used her right hand to protect her eyes while
keeping her left protectively over her bare crotch.

"Oooh, you're pretty," the voice cooed.

"Ah, thank you.  Could you please turn out that light.  It hurts."

"Oh!  You're not dressed!"

"Damn," muttered Athena.  "She would notice that."

To the unseen girl she said, "Yes, I know.  It's late and I'm...I'm getting
ready for bed."

"Okay."

"Well," the reporter thought, very relieved.  "That was easy."

"Come on in."

"Oh.  Well, you see it's nice of you to offer and...Ah!" Athena cried as
something grabbed her left wrist.  She backed against the door as Athena
felt her hand being pulled inexorably away from her bare sex!

"No!  Wait!" she whispered loudly.  "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed, of course.  It's what you said."

"Oh, God.  But that's not what I meant.  Please, let...go!"

But the girl did not let go and began to led the blinded reporter across
the room.  Athena tried to uncover her eyes, but the harsh light was still
focused on her face.  Even with her eyelids closed the light still hurt, so
her right hand had to remain over her smarting eyes.  She had to leave her
left hand clamped over her bare pussy to keep it from being exposed to the
strange girl who was tugging on her wrist.  The only thing she could do for
the moment was to allow herself to be led away from the door and farther
into the room, trying desperately all the while not to expose herself in
front or in back any more then she had to.

"Look, honey," Athena quietly began when their procession finally stopped.
"What I meant was that I was going to my own bed."

"Dressed like that?  Oh, sure.  Here we are.  Hop in."

Athena risked opening her eyes a tiny bit and could just see that there was
now a single bed in front of her.  She didn't have time for this.  She was
exhausted and her aching body was desperate for sleep.  If she got into
that bed she might never get up!

"Honey, all I want is to..."

"Cassandra?" a voice called quietly from the hall.  "Are you all right,
precious?"

"Yes, Mom!"  the girl called back.  To Athena she said, "You had better get
in, unless you want to explain to my Mom what you are doing running around
my room like that."

"But I'm not doing anything...!" a whispering Athena protested.  But the
more she thought about it, the more she realized how humiliating it would
be to have Tara's mother find her like this.  How could she ever explain
it?  "Okay, okay!  I'll get in!  Just don't tell her about me, all right.
It will be our little secret."

"And be careful of Suzie."

Keeping her denuded loins covered, Athena turned and backed into the bed,
quickly scrambling under the covers until she was completely concealed.

"Ugh!  Take your shoes off first," Athena heard the girl complain from the
door.

"Oh, sorry," she replied.  The loud sound of two boots hitting the polished
wooden floor quickly followed.

"Who's Suzie?" asked a puzzled Athena from under the covers, but Cassandra
was already by the door talking to her mother.  Athena knew she was
certainly alone in the bed.  Suzie must be a doll or something.  The girl
seemed a little old for dolls, but you could never tell about a thing like
that.  Athena did have a brief glimpse of a white ball of fur about the
size of a tennis ball on the pillow and realized that Suzie must be some
kind of stuffed animal.  How cute!

Well, as soon as things quieted down again, she would convince the child
that this was all a weird dream, and then she could get the hell out of
here and leave the kid with her cuddly friend.  She just wished she had
something to wrap around her naked waist.  She didn't want to steal a towel
from the bathroom in case they thought she was some kind of thief, but
perhaps the girl could get her something instead!

Listening for any indication that she might be in trouble, Athena could
hear nothing of the muffled conversation between the girl and her mother
going on by the door.  Finally she heard the girl speaking by the bed.

"It's okay.  You can come out now.  She's gone.  Just don't wake Suzie.  It
makes her cranky."

Athena stifled a laugh.  How cute can you get?  Worrying about a stuffed
animal like that!

"I'll be sure not to wake her," she whispered.  Athena couldn't help but
smile as she slowly brought her tousled head out of the covers.  The least
she could do for this nice girl was to play the game with her for the short
time that she would be here.  In a few minutes mom should be back in bed
and then it would be safe for her to leave this one.

The girl suddenly put her fists on her hips.  "Now you've done it," she
scolded quietly.

"What?" asked Athena.  "What have I done?"

"It's Suzie.  She's up now."

Athena froze when she heard a soft squeak.  She turned her head and found
herself staring at a long white snout with a pink nose at one end and two
transparent pink eyes that glowed in the semi-darken room at the other end.

Athena gulped as her heart stopped.  It couldn't be!  It just couldn't!

"W-what...what is Suzie?"

"She's my friend."

"Y-yes, but what is she?"  Athena trembled in fear as the strange creature
ambled across the pillow and was soon nose to nose with her.

"Suzie's my pet rat.  Isn't she cute?"

Athena Valentine had an absolutely dread of anything she considered a
creepy-crawly.  She was terrified of anything with more then two legs that
was smaller then a cat.  Now, face to snout with such a creature, there was
only one thing Athena could do.  Her eyes promptly rolled up in her head
and she fainted!

**

"This had better be real fucking important."

"Hello, Maggie?"

"I knew it.  As soon as it rang I knew it would be you.  Cassandra, do you
have any fucking idea what time it is?"

"Wait a minute."

"Don't...!"

"It's 3:15."

"Oh, thank you, God, for making my best friend an idiot."

"Maggie!"

"All right, already.  What is it this time?  Have you been watching those
DVD's you found in your parent's bedroom again?"

"No, I can't find them any more.  Anyway, this is more important."

"So tell me!"

"Maggie, there's a naked girl in my bed and she's beautiful."

"Good night."

"No, Maggie!  Wait!  It's true.  There really is a naked girl in my bed.
Honest!"

"Oh, God.  If I flunk that English test tomorrow because of you...!"

"Maggie!  I need you."

"Sigh.  Why me?  Okay, so there's a naked girl in your bed.  Good night!"

"Maggie!"

"All right, all right.  Who is she?"

"A friend of Tara's.  I've never seen her here before.  Tara had a party
last night and all her stuck-up, so-called friends were over.  She always
has parties when our parents are out, and she never invites me.  Not ever!"

"Ah, Cassandra.  Could we please GET TO THE FUCKING POINT?"

"Oh.  Sorry.  It's just that it makes me so mad the way she's..."

"Cassandra!"

"Well, she was hiding in my bed when she met Suzie and..."

"Oh, sweet Jesus!  Are you still sleeping with that damned rat?"

"Suzie's my friend."

"Ugh!  Do you have any idea how...how disgusting that is?"

"She's clean.  I give her a bath once a week."

"That's not the point!  Oh, never mind, it's too damn late for this.  Good
bye!"

"But, Maggie!"

"Oh, right.  The friend of your crazy sister.  Look, can't we do this on
the bus tomorrow?  No?  Okay, so she was naked and got into your bed."

"No, she was only half-naked then."

"Really?  Which half?"

"Now you're interested."

"No, I'm not.  I was just curious, that's all."

"'Just interested', ha!  I've seen your magazine collection.  I know what
you like."

"At least I don't sleep with a rat.  Oh, come on, let's hear it, Cassandra.
We've seen those parties your sister likes to have.  This one must have
been something!"

"It was pretty noisy."

"So this girl gets lost and goes to your room by mistake?"

"I don't think she was lost.  More like she was hiding from someone,
probably Mom."

"Oh, sure.  Running around your upstairs naked."

"Half naked."

"Oh, sorry.  Half naked.  You never said which half."

"She didn't have on any...pants.  No skirt, either.  Then she got into my
bed and fainted."

"So how did she get naked if she was passed out?"

"I...I took her top off."

"You little stinker!"

"And I threw it and her boots out the window!  Well, I didn't want her to
leave right away."

"Okay, a captive audience.  So now what?"

"You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I know it's all bullshit anyway so why not....  Hey!  What's that noise?
It sounded like someone groaning."

"It was just her rolling over.  Oh, Maggie!  She's on her back now and I
can see...everything!"

"Oh, God!  You aren't kidding, are you?  This is not just a dream or
something?  It's...it's really happening?!?!"

"Maggie, she's naked and I don't know what to do!"

"Well, you just...cover her up.  I'm sure she'll be fine in the morning."

"No, Maggie.  It's not that at all.  I want to...to make her 'go'."

"You want her to do what?  Leave?  Then why did you take her clothes?"

"No!  I want to make her, you know, 'go'."

"Wait a minute.  You don't mean 'cum' by any chance?"

"Yes, that's it!  I want to make her...cum."

"You're really something.  So what's stopping you?"

"I don't know what to do!"

"Oh."

"She so beautiful and I want to, you know, I really want to, but I don't
even know where to start.  Help me, Maggie.  After all, I'm only 12.  You
are so much older then I am.  You said you would teach me all about that
stuff."

"Right, six months can make such a difference.  Okay, okay.  Well, first
you...first you...  Then you...  Shit!  I'll be right over."

"Thanks, Maggie."

"Hey.  What are friends for?  Oh, and leave your window open.  Bye!"

**

She was naked!  It was her first thought.  For the second time tonight
Athena Valentine had been undressed, and the thought almost sent her into a
blind panic.  She was naked on the bed!  My God!  What had happened to her
top?  She was naked and there was a rat in here!

The panicking reporter took a quick look around.  The girl was standing in
front of a large wire cage resting on top of a dresser.  She was holding
the rat in both hands and was talking to it!

"Sorry, Suzie, but you know how Maggie gets when you are out, so it's back
in the cage for you."

As Athena watched the girl put the rat back in the cage, she breathed a
sigh of relief.  She checked around for something to cover herself but the
bed had been stripped bare.  Damn!  At least the rat was in a cage and she
was safe.  Athena closed her eyes and pretended to still be sleeping to
gain some time.

Now all she had to do was to understand what to do next.  She was still
very naked.  Her heart raced as she tried to calm herself.  Nothing had
happened after all, and it wasn't exactly the first time she had
mysteriously lost her clothes in front of others, especially children.  But
she knew deep within her soul that it was more then just fear and
humiliation at being so exposed and vulnerable that made her heart pound
so.  Perhaps it was a reaction to the unbelievable things her best friends
had already done to her still simmering body.  Perhaps it was a late result
of what had happened to her at the Devereux mansion.  Whatever the reason,
her heart was pounding not only in fear, but in sweet anticipation!

She couldn't believe it!  What was wrong with her?  She must be mentally
ill to feel that way!  Here she was, an ace reporter who was once again
naked and helpless at the hands of a mere child, and her nipples were
already terribly stiff.  What did she expect to happen?

In the past month she had been feeling strangely lonely, her body empty.
She started dreaming of those terrible days at the Devereux estate, but in
her dream she was strangely happy at all of the shameful attention her body
was receiving.  It had felt so good, all of those hands on her,
relentlessly questing, searching, and eventually finding her very essence,
regardless of her every protest or act of defense.  In spite of the
debasement, Athena hadn't realized how good and exciting it truly had been,
until she had returned to her normal life once again.  And tonight Tara and
her friends had reminded her of what it had been like, of what she had been
missing.  It had been terrible of course, and yet...

Now it was beginning to happen to her for real once again, and she was
frantic.  Every inch of skin, every follicle of hair had turned into a
highly sensitive antenna that searched endlessly as she waited, waited
breathlessly for the first touch, the first defilement, the first caress.

She didn't know if she should scream in terror or shout for joy when she
felt her right nipple being tugged in a tentative way.

"Where's that darn Maggie when you need her?" Cassandra muttered.

"Right here.  Now help me in and we'll get started."

"Maggie!  You're still in your nightie!"

"So are you.  Big deal.  Now help me in."

To Athena's deep concern, she realized that now there were two of them in
the room.  To her relief, at least the tugging immediately stopped.  She
knew the young girl wouldn't dare be so bold with someone else in the room.

"Maggie!  I'm so glad you came!"

"Yes, and so shall she!"

"Oh, goodie!  What's in your backpack?"

"Uh, training aids.  Wow.  You weren't kidding about her, were you?"

"I know.  Isn't she beautiful, even naked like that?"

"I'd say especially naked, like that.  Wow."

"Wait until I turn the light on, and then you'll really see something."
Cassandra walked to the door and turned on the room's ceiling light.  She
then rejoined her friend by the bed.

The nude Athena Valentine lay on her back in all her golden splendor.
Thick blonde hair was artfully tousled around the fine features of the
resting face, her full lips parted slightly to reveal the even white teeth
beyond.  The tanned size-36C breasts rose and fell as the increasingly
nervous Athena tried desperately to control her ragged breathing.  Above
the narrow waist and flaring hips, the girls marveled at the convex tummy
with its cute indented naval and sprinkling of fine hairs.  Her right knee
was cocked to one side, revealing the bare, swollen slit that still
glistened with vaginal fluids.  Her tapered thighs flowed down to
sculptured caves and slender feet with perfectly trimmed and polished
toenails.

"Her bottom's nice too," breathed Cassandra.

"I believe you.  I feel like such a stick.  What I wouldn't give to look
like that when I grow up."

"Me too, Maggie.  Me too."

Finally, Cassandra got up the courage to ask, "So, what do we do first?"

"Here," Maggie said, as she handed her friend the backpack.  "Check these
out."

"Three cans of whipped cream, a jar of cherries, and some bananas.  What is
all this?  Dessert?"

"In a way.  Give me two cans of whipped cream and you take the third."

"Okay, now what are we supposed to do?"

"Her."

"Oh, no, you don't!" Athena snapped as she sat up.  After seeing once again
that there were no covers of any kind, she scooted backwards moved until
her spine was firmly against the wall at the head of the bed.  As she moved
she quickly wrapped her arms around her bare chest and twisted her legs
together, trying to hid as much of her bare self as she could.  Things were
getting out of hand again.  She had hoped, as humiliating as it might have
been, that simply laying quietly and perhaps having her tits played with
would have been all, but these girls were planning something very weird and
she wanted nothing to do with it.  It was time to take charge!

"You're awake!" gasped a shocked Cassandra as she backed away from the bed.

"What do you girls think you are doing?" Athena quietly asked in her most
chilling nanny voice.  Although trying her best, she found it very
difficult to be full of moral indignation while being embarrassingly naked
in front of two wide-eyed twelve-year-old girls.  "Where are my clothes?"

"That was my question," Maggie shot back.  "Where are your clothes?  You
weren't exactly dressed when you came in here, were you?"

"That's...that's none of your business," sputtered Athena.  If only she had
something to cover herself with!  She could only watch in concern as Maggie
popped the protective tops off of her two cans and began to rapidly shake
them.

"W-what are you going to do with those?"

"You'll find out."

"Oh, no!  I don't think so, little girl."

"Suzie!  Get off the bed," hissed Cassandra suddenly.

Athena's scream of terror echoed through the quiet house as she leapt from
the bed, all thoughts of modesty forgotten in her haste to escape from the
presence of the feared Suzie!

It was only after she left the bed that Athena turned back to look
frantically from the dreaded rat, gasping, "Where is it?  Where is it?"
But the bed was empty.  When the sound of giggling finally overcame that of
her pounding heart, Athena knew she had been made the victim of a joke.
Furious, she turned to face the young prankster with her fists on her hips,
her bare breasts quivering in her agitation at being made a such a fool.

"You little...!" she began but was interrupted when she felt something cold
going into the narrow crack of her behind!

"EEEEEE!" a shocked Athena screamed shrilly.  She whorled around with her
hands behind her to protect her violated bottom.  Her out-thrust breasts
shaking, she could only stare in wild disbelief at a grinning Maggie who
was holding two spray-cans of whipped cream.  "How could you?" Athena
angrily shouted.

Maggie looked around the highly agitated senior and nodded slightly to an
anxious Cassandra who was slowly approaching Athena from behind .  The
other girl's face lit up when she realized what her friend had in mind.

Maggie raised both cans and, while an open-mouth Athena stared in
disbelief, sprayed the tops of her vulnerable breasts.

"NO!" cried the reporter.  Backing away from this terrible child, Athena
automatically brought her hands up to remove the creamy substance from her
proud chest.

Seeing her chance from behind, Cassandra liberally sprayed Athena's
defenseless left buttock.  The reporter squealed and jumped at the contact.
She spun around once again to protect herself from this new threat and
raised her hands in front of her to prevent any more of the messy cream
from coming on her.  As soon as she did so, Maggie moved up behind her and
sprayed a large 'Z' across the shapely lower back.

"No one can escape the wrath of Zorro!" a triumphant Maggie yelled.

No matter what the distressed Athena tried, she could not protect herself
from this pair of precocious 12-year olds.  They always found a way past
her defenses and her body was slowly becoming totally coated with the cold
cream.  She was soon dizzy from the constant turnings and the young girls
noticed that the tired senior began to leave more and more openings for
them.

When Athena felt a little of the gooey stuff in her precious hair she
couldn't stand it!  "No!" she cried.  "Not my hair!"

Seeing her reaction, the girls immediately began spraying everything they
had onto Athena's golden hair.

Athena gave up trying to protect herself.  "My hair!" she sobbed as she
held both hands to her head and ran her fingers through the gooey mess.
She desperately tried to clean away the all-present whipped cream.  "My
beautiful hair!"

"What do we do now?" asked a delighted Cassandra when she saw that the
beautiful senior was no longer trying to protect her body from them.

"You get her tits.  I'll get the other thing!" called Maggie gleefully as
she crouched behind the completely distracted woman.

Cassandra used her almost-empty can carefully on the quivering breasts.
She watched in wonder at how the nipples grew and hardened as she placed
the cream on them.  When her can was empty, she put it aside and wondered
what to do next.  The beautiful, sobbing woman standing in front of her,
even with her hands running through the mess of her hair, reminded
Cassandra of nothing more than a gorgeous dessert.  At last the young girl
knew what to do.  She thought briefly about calories and prayed that her
friend would at least have the sense to bring low-cal whipped cream for
something like this.  Tentatively, Cassandra began to lick the tip of the
perfect left breast.  The cream tasted smooth and rich, and was already
beginning to heat from the warm quivering flesh underneath.  Every so
often, the woman would moan or jump, and Cassandra wondered if it was she
or her friend Maggie who was causing these sexy reactions.  When her tongue
encountered the extended nipple, she bit into the semi-hard tissue lightly,
half-thinking it some small cherry.

In-between her sobs the startled woman gasped, "Oh!", and Cassandra
marveled at the reaction.  That was her!  She had done that!  "What else
can I make her do?" she wondered happily and began to nibble on the nipple
even more.

Maggie meanwhile had knelt behind the distraught senior and raised her
remaining can carefully between the slightly parted legs.  She touched the
can's plastic nozzle to the swollen labia and felt the hips jerk.  Maggie
ran the spray along the entire length of the narrow slit, coating it and
the surrounding tender inner thighs.  She heard a faint groan from above
and wondered if it was she was causing these reactions, or her friend
Cassandra.

Maggie leaned around and completely coated the bare pubic area.  "What in
hell happened to her hair?" she wondered.  "She looks like a damn baby."
Knowing she only had a few seconds of cream left, Maggie worked the nozzle
through the swollen nether lips and sprayed some cream directly into the
tight opening.

This time the reaction was unmistakable!  Maggie heard the answering groan
and almost shouted in joy.  She had done that!  That was her!  She looked
at her can and wondered what else she could with it to make this senior
react?

She went back behind the senior and began to work the nozzle through the
coated, trembling ass cheeks.  Maggie was feeling around for that small
opening she knew was in there somewhere when the door to the bedroom burst
open.

At the sound both girls guiltily jumped away from the nude senior and faced
the door.  Maggie dropped her can and kicked it under the bed.

A very angry slim, middle-aged woman with very short blonde hair in a
full-length old bathrobe strode into the room.  "What in hell is going on
here?" the woman demanded.  It was Cassandra's mother, Carol Marcus, and
she was not happy!

Here to investigate the constant racket, Carol quickly surveyed the scene
before her with the practiced eye of a mother long experienced with strange
sounds in the night.  No blood anywhere, that's a good sign.  A nude girl,
obviously one of Tara's friends who had gotten very lost, stood completely
covered in whipped cream.  It was obvious that the crying girl was not
happy.  It was also obvious that, under the whipped cream, the girl was one
of the most beautiful young women Carol had seen come into her home in some
time.

Cassandra's mouth was covered in cream and the distressed woman's quivering
left breast was the only place on her front that was not.  "Interesting," a
secretly amused Carol thought.  "Must run in the family."

Margaret was standing behind the naked woman, as usual trying to look
inconspicuous, this time with topping-covered hands.

"I see you, Margaret.  You can come out now."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcus," Maggie glumly responded, but she still didn't move.

It was some time before the dazed reporter realized what was happening.
While she was trying to clean her hair, she had been having the oddest
sensations.  Athena had been so upset about what had happened to it, she
never noticed that the girls had moved in for something much more intimate
then Athena would have thought possible.  By the time she realized what
they were doing, her heart was racing!  She looked down in wide-eyed shock
at the young face attached to her left breast.  The combination of the
whipped cream and the girls' touching had made her become very turned-on
and she was feeling dangerously close to a climax.  The thought of cumming
before these children horrified her, and it took every bit of concentration
to keep from doing so.  If only they would leave her alone for just a
moment!

Athena looked at the angry woman walking around the room and finally
realized her situation.  The children had thankfully stopped whatever they
were doing to her, but now she had been found naked in a child's bedroom!
Stunned at being caught, Athena frantically looked around once again for
something to cover herself.  This time she saw a twisted pile of sheets and
blankets under the bed and quickly threw herself at them.  She bent over
and with shaking, slippery hands madly began to separate a sheet from the
mess.

"What are you girls playing at, anyway?" stormed Carol from the center of
the room.  "Do you know what time it is?  And look at this mess!  Cassandra
Lynn, you get your butt over here this instant!  I want to hear about this
and it had better be good."

"Ah, Mom!"

"Now!"

"Ah, Mom!"

"You said that you had some special company over tonight, but this is
ridiculous!"

"Ah, Mom."

"I think there's one little girl in this room who is going to be grounded
real fast unless she comes up with some very good answers."

"Ah, Mom."

Athena got her sheet free.  She quickly stood and, turning her back to the
arguing pair, wrapped the sheet around herself.  The tight fabric pressed
the cream over her sensitive body, and her knees almost buckled from the
incredible sensation.  "Please, God!  Not now!" she prayed quietly as she
regained control of her breathing and completed covering herself with the
sheet before fastening it under her chin..

Totally oblivious to what was going on around her, it was only when she
turned to face Tara's mother that she realized she was not alone in the
sheet!  Maggie was directly behind her!

"Get out!" she hissed.  "Get out of there!"  She tried to move away but
Maggie was kneeling on the sheet and it almost pulled off!

It was then the tearful Athena realized that Cassandra's mother was
standing directly in front of her.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed in desperation.

"'Oh, God!' is right," said Mrs. Marcus.  She had seen Maggie hide under
the sheet and wondered what the little imp was up to.  "And, no, I will not
get out.  That was me you were talking to, wasn't it?"

"I...no.  You ...you don't understand," sobbed Athena.

"You're right there.  Now what are you doing here?"

Athena jumped suddenly when she felt two hands slide over her coated
buttocks.  Oh, no!  Now what was she suppose to do?

"Well, I'm waiting," reminded Carol.  She carefully watched the distracted
girl and eagerly waited for the next reaction.  "Well, at least Maggie got
her to stop crying," she thought.

Athena gasped when the small hands slipped between the creamed upper thighs
and started to rub her already highly sensitive pussy.  The cream made
everything feel so good, it was hard to think clearly even without those
devilish hands between her legs.

"I...I...was trying to leave and...Oh!"  Several small fingers smoothly
entered the tight, hot wetness of her ready sex.

"Yes?" asked Carol helpfully, very aware of the probable cause of the
girl's discomfort.  She glanced at the full breasts thrusting against the
tight confines of the sheet and her lips curved into a slight smile.  The
cream had made the sheet almost opaque, and Carol got her first clear
impression of the magnificent body underneath.  "This could get
interesting," she thought.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh," gasped the devastated Athena in time to the hands
driving into her vulnerable cunt.  The hands working on her throbbing pussy
were driving her mad.  In spite of her humiliation at being caught like
this by Tara's mother, it was what was happening between her legs that had
her now, possessing her completely.  She was sick!  She was practically
naked in a strange house, covered in whipped cream in front of her best
friend's mother, but it wasn't enough.  She couldn't help herself!  She was
completely defenseless.  The terrible, wonderful pressure that preceded an
orgasm continued to build and build, and there was nothing she could about
it, nothing!  She didn't even have her anti-sex pills!  Telling herself it
was just to get more comfortable, a thoroughly ashamed Athena spread her
legs slightly under the sheet.

Noting her defeat, Maggie began to lick the trembling buttocks as her hands
continued to work their inexperienced magic.  Her thumb accidentally found
Athena's clitoris under the white cream.  Maggie wondered what this strange
bit of flesh was as she rubbed her thumb across it.

"AH!" Athena cried helplessly as something brushed her very sensitive clit.
She stiffened and almost came.  The sensations coming from her steaming
crotch were electric!  She was gasping openly now and could see Mrs. Marcus
oddly looking at her, but what could she do?

"Mom?" asked a puzzled Cassandra, standing beside her mother.  "What's
happening?"

Carol put her right index finger to her lips, and quietly said, "Ssssh.
Something wonderful.  I'll explain later."

"Okay," said Cassandra.

Maggie eagerly rubbed the erect clit once again and she felt the senior
stiffen.

"OH NO!" cried Athena in despair as her feverish body was swept away by a
tremendous climax.

Maggie was surprised when the walls of Athena's hot vagina pulsed tightly
against her intruding fingers.  Afraid she had done something wrong, the
shocked 12-year old pulled her hands away and scrambled out from under the
sheet.

"What'd I do?  What'd I do?" she babbled in fear.

"Nothing, honey," murmured Carol as she unfastened the totally oblivious
Athena's sheet and let it fall to the floor.  "It's all right."

She watched the gasping senior with interest as the pulsing vaginal fluids
washed away the whipped cream from the edges of the girl's swollen labia.
Carol thought that the mixture of the two creams would be delicious, but
decided that Cassandra and Margaret had seen enough for one night.

A slightly relieved Maggie joined Cassandra.  They watched as Mrs. Marcus
took the dazed, nude senior by the waist and led the staggering girl to the
door.  Before leaving the room, she turned her head and said, "Now, I want
this room cleaned up before you two go to sleep.  Get clean sheets from the
hall closet.  Cassandra, you know where they are.  Maggie, you're staying
here tonight.  I'll call your parents first thing tomorrow and let them
know where you spent the night."

"Yes, ma'am," Maggie said.

"Yes, Mom," Cassandra said.

"But what happened?" asked a very perplexed Maggie.

"Something wonderful," Carol said again.  "I'll explain it all over
breakfast.  Now start cleaning!"

**

Athena awoke exhausted and disoriented.  Something white and creamy was
covering her eyes and she couldn't see.  She had no idea where she was.
All she knew was that she was getting wet and there was an odd sound, like
that of a woman singing softly.  Things had become completely out of
control for her again.  She had to find her clothes and leave before
something else happened.  Athena rubbed her face to wake herself and
realized that it was still covered in whipped cream.  She cleaned off her
eyes only to find herself alone in a small brightly lit shower stall with
Tara's mother, hot water streaming over both their naked bodies!

"Oh, my God!" Athena gasped!  She backed against a glass wall and
automatically covered her slippery breasts and pubic area.  "What's...going
on?  Where am I?"

"Well, let's see," said a very amused Carol.  "You are in my home, a guest
I suppose to one of my daughter's famous parties.  Tara, you remember her?
My eldest?"

"Of course," said a flustered Athena.  "W-where is she?  I need to talk to
her."  She must find Tara so she could give her something to wear, that way
she could get away from this crazy place.  The woman was soaping herself
right in front of her!  Had she no shame?  At times she was even pressing a
wet hip or leg up against hers.

"She's sleeping, I imagine," replied Carol.  "I had seen 'Gone With The
Wind' just before I had her and was inspired."  Carol thought a moment,
then muttered, "Serves me right."

"What?" asked an increasingly confused Athena.  The woman had turned
slightly and her left breast was accidentally pressing against her arm.
What was she doing in the shower with her?

"I like it hot, don't you?"

"Like what hot?"

"The water, of course."

"Oh.  Ah, can I leave now?"

"But we haven't done you, yet."

"Done me?"

"You're a mess, honey.  Now turn around like a good girl.  It's time for
your wash."

"B-but...but...but..."

"Turn around."

"But...I can't..."

"Turn around.  Like this."  Carol held the delectable senior firmly by the
shoulders and spun her around.  Athena's hands went to cover her now
exposed buttocks while Carol pressed the girl's front firmly against the
side of the stall, causing the remaining whipped cream to smear on the
smooth glass.

Carol easily moved the girl's hands to her sides.  "Now, now.  We can't
wash what we can't see.  Just close your eyes and I'll be done in a
moment."

"Oh!" Athena cried in her misery, but she knew the woman was right.  She
closed her eyes and waited.  Her hands became tightly clenched fists as she
fought the urge to cover herself when the woman began to soap her back.

When she started soaping the pert buttocks, Carol noticed the girl stiffen
in embarrassment.

"The little scamps really got you, didn't they?" Carol asked as her hands
carefully kneaded the girl's buttocks.  "What's your name, by the way?"

"Athena.  Athena Valentine."

This time it was Carol who stiffened.  This was the new bitch who had taken
her daughter's rightful place at her school!  She began slapping the
vulnerable buttocks.

"Ow!" yelled the shocked Athena.  "Hey, that hurts!"

"Have to get all the soap off!" called Carol as she continued to spank the
quivering buttocks.

Carol stopped only after Athena started to cry again.  She pressed herself
fully against the distraught girl's back and reached around to cup the
high-set breasts.  After hefting the delicious tits a moment, she began to
roughly knead them, being sure periodically to pull and twist the tender
nipples.  When Athena started to protest, Carol swung her around so that
the girl was directly under the high-powered flow of steaming water.  That
way the little bitch couldn't talk without hopefully drowning!

Athena's proud body had been buffeted and abused all night and she had
reached the end.  It wasn't just the soreness of her swollen breasts or the
pain of her constantly erect nipples.  It wasn't just the feeling of total
fatigue which wrapped her like a cocoon so strongly that even her perfect
teeth felt tired.  It was the knowledge that she had once again lost
control of her life because of her own weakness.  Once again her
disciplined body betrayed her and was in fact still more than ready to
erupt at the slightest touch by anyone.  Even the inadvertently rough
handling of her body by Mrs. Marcus was causing all kinds of fireworks to
go off in her head.  The woman was just washing her and Athena was ready to
cum!  To cum!  Just like that!

Feelings of defeat washed over her, and the will to fight left Athena
Valentine, the Superior Woman.  For the moment, she no longer cared what
happened to her.  She just wanted relief from the exquisite pressures
simmering and building inside of her and then some sweet, sweet sleep.

When Carol felt the senior's body go limp in her arms, and the protests
turn into delicious groans, she turned the girl around so that the overcome
Athena was now facing her.  She soaped a washcloth and ran it vigorously
over the girl's front, making a special effort to dig it harshly into the
dazed Athena's tender breasts and wonderfully hairless crotch!

"Uh!" grunted Athena as the washcloth was pressed tightly against her poor
abused sex and the area rubbed vigourously.

Once she had finished with a quick wipe of Athena's legs and feet, Carol
stood before her 'guest.'  The swaying girl's eyes were dull and
practically closed.  "Perfect," she thought.

"Darn," observed Carol.  "I really can't reach your hair from here.  Oh, I
know, just bend over a little."

"W-what?" said Athena dully.

"Just bend over a little, like this."  Carol turned the senior around once
more and pulled on the girl's shoulders so she would lean forward.  "So I
can reach you hair."

The woman didn't seem very short at all to her, but the bewildered Athena
was past caring about such things.  Relief was all that mattered to her
now, blissful relief.  "How far?" she asked obediently.

"Just keep going.  I'll let you know when to stop."

"Now?"

"No, just a little farther."

"Now?"

"No, keep going."

"How about now?"

"No, not there yet."

It was only when Athena's head was resting on the wall and her sore
buttocks pressing against the stall door that Mrs. Marcus seem satisfied
with her position.

The door suddenly popped open under the pressure and only Carol's quick
hands on her breasts kept the dazed reporter from falling out of the stall.

"Oops a daisy," said Carol as she cheerfully kneaded the hanging breasts.

"Ohhh, what happened?" groaned Athena in delight as wonderful sensations
were being generated by her chest.

"Ran out of room," Carol explained.  "Oh, well.  I know what to do."

She thought about turning off the water, but decided that a good rinse
would do the little slut a world of good.  Besides, it would help keep down
the noise.  While still working the perfect tits, Carol leaned over
Athena's back, and her added weight caused the bewildered reporter to sink
to her hands and knees in the stall.

Carol stood back up again and placed various towels outside of the stall to
soak up any stray water.  She then looked over her handiwork and was
satisfied.  Even better was the fact that the girl was still waiting
patiently to have her hair washed, her caves and feet sticking out of the
stall, her bottom delightfully inviting.

"Perfect," Carol said.  "Just perfect."

She scurried from the room and returned a few moments later wearing a
narrow plastic harness around her hips.  Attached to the front of the
harness was a soft rubber dildo covered in ridges and knobs.  Carol opened
a cupboard and took out a special jell and coated the dildo with it.  The
jell was both a lubricant and stimulant, and Carol was very pleased to know
that the effects would be with the bitch for hours and hours, a very long
time indeed.

Athena felt like she was drowning.  The water was relentless.  She wondered
what she was doing here on the floor of the shower.  Athena tried looking
around but between the water and the wet hair covering her face, she could
not see a thing.

"AAAHHH!" she yelled as the air left her lungs in the shock of having
something very large suddenly enter her poor cunt from behind.  Her passage
clutched the intruder tightly.  Someone's hands gripped her upper thighs
and moved her hips back and forth, gradually working the large trespasser
deep within her.

"Mrs. Marcus!  Mrs. Marcus!  What's happening?" Athena cried breathlessly
but could not hear a response.  A wonderful burning sensation began to grow
in her abused pussy as her hips were moved by the unknown hands.  Even
under the water, Athena could feel her face become flush as her heart
started to pound in her chest from the incredible sensations coming from
between her legs.

She could feel her buttocks pressing against something slick and wet, then
realized that it must be Mrs. Marcus herself who was behind her, fucking
her, Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman!

Athena hung her head in shame at the thought, but could not deny the
magnificent sensations the woman was causing her.  She started moving her
hips in time with Mrs. Marcus', to drive the trespasser in as far as it
could go, and then back out again.  The fire in her cunt was growing and it
seem to Athena's sex-crazed mind that the only way to quench it was to fuck
and fuck and fuck!

Carol leaned forward to hold Athena's dancing breasts, pressing her own
slightly sagging breasts onto the smooth back.

Water from the still-poring shower sprayed everywhere as the two women
continued their mad jerking dance under the stream.  The thought of having
such a manipulating beauty under her thumb was driving the normally cool
Carol Marcus into a sexual frenzy.  Also, the dildo she had selected
deliberately stimulated her clit at each thrust of her hips and was causing
her to rapidly loose all control.

Without missing a stroke, Carol leaned back out of the stall and, using her
left foot, tipped over a small plastic trash can that was by the toilet
across from the shower stall, and dragged it to her.  She ignored the
cleaning materials it contained and quickly found the two plastic,
spring-loaded clothes pins that she always kept there for emergencies.

Carol leaned back into the stall and grabbed the unsuspecting Athena's
dancing tits once again.  This time she quickly clipped a clothes pin to
each very erect nipple, then continue her kneading of the wonderfully firm
breast-flesh.

Athena groaned as her nipples caught fire!  Combined with the fire in her
cunt, it was overwhelming and she couldn't help but scream "AAAAAHHHHH!!"
as she became engulfed in a storm of climaxes!  One orgasm followed another
as the mindless Athena continued to shout out her pleasure as she joyously
fucked the dildo penetrating her from behind.

Carol Marcus reached her peak right after Athena's third climax and soon
they were both screaming as the pair fucked and fucked under the shower
until neither woman could move any longer.  They lay panting, one on top of
the other, until Athena finally fainted dead away onto her right side when
Carol pulled the clothes pins from her nipples.

Carol stood up from the stall floor and turned off the water.  "That was
great," she pronounced to her unconscious guest.  "You bitch!"

Now all she had to do was to get this naked slut back to her car and then
she could finally go back to some well deserved sleep.

**

That morning, Tara found Athena's pager on the floor of her bedroom.  It
was only after she tasted the sweet sticky substance which coated the pager
did she begin to realize what must have happened to the normally very cool
Athena Valentine.  Since the pager's number was listed across the back of
the slim black case (Athena's editor was trying to be helpful), Tara and
the girls resolved to return Athena's pager to her later that week, at the
worst possible opportunity for Miss Athena Valentine.

**

It was well past sunrise when a still damp Athena awoke in her SUV.  She
was shivering in the driver's seat and, except for her seat belt, she was
completely naked!  She looked around and saw that she was still in front of
Tara's home.

"Oh, God!  What have I done?" she asked herself.  Jesus!  She didn't even
make it home last night and school had started hours ago.

She lowered the seat so that only her head showed and very carefully drove
home.  As she drove her sex began to burn more and more, until she actually
had to stop along the side of the road and give herself some relief.
"What's the matter with me?" she cried frantically as she thrust two
fingers deep inside of her lubricated pussy and prayed that no higher truck
would drive past.

When she arrived at her home, she saw that the family cars were all gone.
With everyone at work, she was able to park in front of the garage and,
after a careful check of the neighborhood, leave the SUV and make a quick
nude dash around to the side garage door, and let herself into the house
that way.

She was feeling far too strange even to think about school, so she called
off sick and spent the remainder of the day very puzzled in bed.

It was only around 4 in the afternoon that her steaming pussy finally
cooled off enough so that it was no longer necessary for the exhausted
reporter to masturbate.

*****

End of Part 3