Chapter Three: Dirty Pretty Things
Professor Gabrielle Potzdorf glanced impatiently at the clock radio on the table next to the bed. Valerie was late. Well, in that case the slender virgin would have to be punished for tardiness as well as for disobedience.
Gabrielle could live with that.
Cabin 14 of the Pine View Motel was their special place. It was here, in fact, that Valerie had first been hilariously seduced. It was here that Gabrielle had taken revenge for her own seduction at the hands of the slender virgin and her friend, Sandy Vernon. And it was here that Gabrielle and Valerie had been meeting for several weeks now.
Gabrielle sighed and stretched her legs beneath the sheet. She was lying on her back, and the stiff nipples of her large breasts tingled at the touch of crisp linen. She closed her eyes and allowed one eager hand to steal down to stroke the curly thatch between her thighs.
Thus Gabrielle entertained herself until Valerie Prescott’s arrival. Entering the cabin, she immediately scented the big-breasted beauty’s passionate musk. “Sorry I’m late,” she whispered, kicking off her shoes and fumbling at the buttons of her blouse.
“Just hurry up, sweetie.” Gabrielle sat up to watch as Valerie climbed hastily out of her clothes. She admired the slender virgin’s slightly boyish figure, sleek legs and pert breasts. For a girl on the wrong side of forty, Valerie looked quite tasty indeed.
When she was naked, the slender virgin joined Gabrielle in bed. She knelt, put her arms behind her back, and allowed her wrists to be bound together with the length of rope that the big-breasted beauty had brought in her purse. It was all rather humiliating, but such was the price that Valerie was prepared to pay for Gabrielle’s continued cooperation. For it was the big-breasted beauty whose contacts in the pharmaceutical industry provided Valerie with her own supply of Margaret Stanley’s nefarious formula.
From behind, Gabrielle put her hands on Valerie’s shoulders and her lips to the slender virgin’s ear. “Are you ready to PLAY, sweetie? Are you ready to be my tender little tickle toy?”
“Yes, Professor,” Valerie answered dutifully. It was a small enough price to pay for continued access to the precious substance that was so essential to her plans. In time, she promised herself, she’d have her revenge on the big-breasted beauty. But for now, the slender virgin was content to let the Gabrielle have her fun.
“Well, then, I think that first I must PUNISH you for TARDINESS.” Gabrielle prodded Valerie into a favorite position: on her knees with her forehead pressed against the mattress and her cute behind elevated. “Perhaps I should SPANK you, since you’re such a NAUGHTY girl.” And she suited the action to the word by delivering a hard slap to the slender virgin’s rear end.
“HIIIEEE!!!” Valerie shrieked. Her butt wiggled prettily.
“Perhaps not, though,” Gabrielle said. “You might LIKE it too much. Maybe I should just TICKLE it instead.”
With unseemly eagerness, Valerie spread her thighs in anticipation of the tormenting caresses to come. Gabrielle took a stiff, poised feather from the night table and held it poised over her victim’s posterior. Then she dipped it down to probe the slender virgin’s super-sensitive crevice!
“Oh SHIT!” Valerie cried as intense ticklish shocks shot up her asshole to penetrate the very core of her being. “Oh FUCK! Oh YES!”
“Oh, but I’m afraid NOT,” Gabrielle chuckled, withdrawing the feather. “At least not if you’re going to be so LOUD.”
“Oh GOD!” the slender virgin begged. “Come on PLEASE.”
“Be quiet, sweetie,” the big-breasted beauty commanded. She gave Valerie’s rear end another hard slap. “If you insist on making so much NOISE, I simply can’t tickle you the way you LIKE to be tickled.”
“I’ll be quiet!” Valerie vowed in a breathless whisper. “Really I will!”
“Oh, all right,” Gabrielle answered with the air of someone granting a rather tiresome favor. “But only as long as you remain quiet.”
And with a lewd grin, the big-breasted beauty resumed her ticklish assault on Valerie’s vulnerable posterior.
The slender virgin’s behind twitched, jerked and wiggled in response to the exquisitely unbearable kiss of the feather. To prevent herself from shrieking with ticklish ecstasy, Valerie kept her face buried in the mattress. A hot, loose, greasy feeling spread from her belly to her loins. Thrill after thrill shot through her swaying breasts as her stiff nipples brushed the sheet.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Gabrielle whispered. “Just be quiet while I give you what you DESERVE. . .” While with one hand she stroked Valerie’s crevice and probed her puckered orifice, with the other the big-breasted beauty was petting her own curl-covered mound. A deliciously lustful sensation smoldered in her loins. The muscles of her thighs and butt were tense with anticipation. Her skin was damp with passion and her nipples were achingly rigid.
Since being introduced to the joys and terrors of tickling by Valerie Prescott and Sandy Vernon, Gabrielle had become a true enthusiast. Above all, she craved the feeling of power that came with the domination of a helpless tickle slave. Among her students there were several fetching young women who enjoyed playing this game, but the big-breasted beauty still wasn’t satisfied. She desired to have her erstwhile tormenters, Valerie and Sandy, at her mercy. When word reached her that the slender virgin was seeking a source of supply for some sort of chemical or drug, Gabrielle saw her chance.
Ironically, she had no idea what sort of chemical it was that the Valerie needed. Gabrielle was not a member of Margaret Stanley’s privileged inner circle, and she had not been told about the buxom brunette’s sinister compound of narcotics and aphrodisiacs. Supposing that Valerie was some sort of drug addict, she seized this golden opportunity, as she saw it, to enslave the slender virgin.
Valerie, desperate to secure a reliable, secret supply of the tickling compound, had done nothing to correct the big-breasted beauty’s false impression. For now, her obsession served a useful purpose. When she was no longer needed, however, their positions would be reversed, and Gabrielle would pay with interest for her humiliating abuse of the slender virgin. . .
Valerie moved her behind in a circle, inviting the feather to slip down and forward, but Gabrielle paid her no heed. She was trembling all over as her fingertips stroked the moist lips of her mound and tweaked her swollen love button. The feather escaped her grasp and fluttered to the mattress. To steady herself, the big-breasted beauty put her hand on Valerie’s squirming butt. The muscles in her butt and belly contracted and gooseflesh roughened her silken skin as a glorious sensation gripped her yearning loins. . .
Then, with a throaty grunt, Gabrielle wiggled her hips to release the first pulse of a mind-blowing orgasm!
The big-breasted beauty squealed with delight as a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy raced through her body. Her laboring loins released a second orgasmic pulse, and a third. Gabrielle arched her back. Her hand flew from Valerie’s behind to her own bouncing breasts and aching nipples. Grunting, gasping and writhing, she rode the wave of a fourth pulse of pleasure, and a fifth, until finally the wonderful moment came to an end.
While Gabrielle was cumming her brains out, Valerie remained silent and motionless. She knew what was coming next, as soon as the big-breasted beauty was sufficiently recovered from her orgasmic ordeal.
And sure enough, after getting her breath back, Gabrielle delivered another hard slap to the slender virgin’s posterior.
“NOW look what you’ve made me do!” she cried. “Oh, you are SUCH a naughty girl! You made me lose control of my EMOTIONS!”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Valerie said. “It won’t happen again.”
“Well, I should hope NOT!” the big-breasted beauty replied. “And to make sure that it DOESN’T, I’m going to teach you a LESSON!”
So saying, Gabrielle grabbed another length of rope, using it to tie the slender virgin’s ankles together. Then she flipped Valerie onto her back and straddled her loins. “Let’s see how you like THIS,” she sneered.
Valerie’s eyes widened with fear as Gabrielle brandished the feather and brought it down to probe her victim’s belly button. The slender virgin writhed under this new caress. Her face quickly grew pink with the effort to keep from howling with laughter.
“How long can you take this before it’s just too MUCH for you?” Gabrielle inquired with a snide smile. “How long before you start laughing your empty little HEAD off, even though I’ve commanded you to keep still, hmmm?”
Though Valerie kept her mouth clamped shut, her lips trembled. Her belly rippled as the feather circled her navel. She squirmed furiously, but there was no escape. It was absolutely MADDENING to be tickled in this manner, and the slender virgin knew that in a moment she would flip totally OUT—!
“What’s WRONG, sweetie?” Gabrielle chuckled. “Does it TICKLE too much? Does it make you feel all CRAZY? Does it make you want to LAUGH? Well, if you laugh I’ll have to punish you even MORE. So you’d better be QUIET.”
Valerie’s cheeks puffed out.
“Oh-oh, I think you’re about to LOSE it!” The big-breasted beauty dipped the tip of the feather into Valerie’s navel and twirled it. “Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!”
And that was that for the slender virgin. “HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” she shrieked. “EEEEHEEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Naughty, naughty!” Gabrielle scolded. She seized Valerie be her shoulders and turned her over. “Now I’m going to have to tickle your poor little FEET!”
“No!” The slender virgin screamed. “Not my feet! Please don’t tickle my FEET!”
The big-breasted beauty paid no heed to Valerie’s pleas. She straddled the slender virgin’s sweet behind, grabbed her bound ankles and pulled her feet up. “Such soft soles, Gabrielle whispered. “Such cute little toes. One simply wants to KISS them. . .”
After that, the laughter from Cabin 14 sounded long and loud. From time to time, the pretty young night clerk looked up from her magazine. But she knew better than to interfere.
Professor Gabrielle Potzdorf glanced impatiently at the clock radio on the table next to the bed. Valerie was late. Well, in that case the slender virgin would have to be punished for tardiness as well as for disobedience.
Gabrielle could live with that.
Cabin 14 of the Pine View Motel was their special place. It was here, in fact, that Valerie had first been hilariously seduced. It was here that Gabrielle had taken revenge for her own seduction at the hands of the slender virgin and her friend, Sandy Vernon. And it was here that Gabrielle and Valerie had been meeting for several weeks now.
Gabrielle sighed and stretched her legs beneath the sheet. She was lying on her back, and the stiff nipples of her large breasts tingled at the touch of crisp linen. She closed her eyes and allowed one eager hand to steal down to stroke the curly thatch between her thighs.
Thus Gabrielle entertained herself until Valerie Prescott’s arrival. Entering the cabin, she immediately scented the big-breasted beauty’s passionate musk. “Sorry I’m late,” she whispered, kicking off her shoes and fumbling at the buttons of her blouse.
“Just hurry up, sweetie.” Gabrielle sat up to watch as Valerie climbed hastily out of her clothes. She admired the slender virgin’s slightly boyish figure, sleek legs and pert breasts. For a girl on the wrong side of forty, Valerie looked quite tasty indeed.
When she was naked, the slender virgin joined Gabrielle in bed. She knelt, put her arms behind her back, and allowed her wrists to be bound together with the length of rope that the big-breasted beauty had brought in her purse. It was all rather humiliating, but such was the price that Valerie was prepared to pay for Gabrielle’s continued cooperation. For it was the big-breasted beauty whose contacts in the pharmaceutical industry provided Valerie with her own supply of Margaret Stanley’s nefarious formula.
From behind, Gabrielle put her hands on Valerie’s shoulders and her lips to the slender virgin’s ear. “Are you ready to PLAY, sweetie? Are you ready to be my tender little tickle toy?”
“Yes, Professor,” Valerie answered dutifully. It was a small enough price to pay for continued access to the precious substance that was so essential to her plans. In time, she promised herself, she’d have her revenge on the big-breasted beauty. But for now, the slender virgin was content to let the Gabrielle have her fun.
“Well, then, I think that first I must PUNISH you for TARDINESS.” Gabrielle prodded Valerie into a favorite position: on her knees with her forehead pressed against the mattress and her cute behind elevated. “Perhaps I should SPANK you, since you’re such a NAUGHTY girl.” And she suited the action to the word by delivering a hard slap to the slender virgin’s rear end.
“HIIIEEE!!!” Valerie shrieked. Her butt wiggled prettily.
“Perhaps not, though,” Gabrielle said. “You might LIKE it too much. Maybe I should just TICKLE it instead.”
With unseemly eagerness, Valerie spread her thighs in anticipation of the tormenting caresses to come. Gabrielle took a stiff, poised feather from the night table and held it poised over her victim’s posterior. Then she dipped it down to probe the slender virgin’s super-sensitive crevice!
“Oh SHIT!” Valerie cried as intense ticklish shocks shot up her asshole to penetrate the very core of her being. “Oh FUCK! Oh YES!”
“Oh, but I’m afraid NOT,” Gabrielle chuckled, withdrawing the feather. “At least not if you’re going to be so LOUD.”
“Oh GOD!” the slender virgin begged. “Come on PLEASE.”
“Be quiet, sweetie,” the big-breasted beauty commanded. She gave Valerie’s rear end another hard slap. “If you insist on making so much NOISE, I simply can’t tickle you the way you LIKE to be tickled.”
“I’ll be quiet!” Valerie vowed in a breathless whisper. “Really I will!”
“Oh, all right,” Gabrielle answered with the air of someone granting a rather tiresome favor. “But only as long as you remain quiet.”
And with a lewd grin, the big-breasted beauty resumed her ticklish assault on Valerie’s vulnerable posterior.
The slender virgin’s behind twitched, jerked and wiggled in response to the exquisitely unbearable kiss of the feather. To prevent herself from shrieking with ticklish ecstasy, Valerie kept her face buried in the mattress. A hot, loose, greasy feeling spread from her belly to her loins. Thrill after thrill shot through her swaying breasts as her stiff nipples brushed the sheet.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Gabrielle whispered. “Just be quiet while I give you what you DESERVE. . .” While with one hand she stroked Valerie’s crevice and probed her puckered orifice, with the other the big-breasted beauty was petting her own curl-covered mound. A deliciously lustful sensation smoldered in her loins. The muscles of her thighs and butt were tense with anticipation. Her skin was damp with passion and her nipples were achingly rigid.
Since being introduced to the joys and terrors of tickling by Valerie Prescott and Sandy Vernon, Gabrielle had become a true enthusiast. Above all, she craved the feeling of power that came with the domination of a helpless tickle slave. Among her students there were several fetching young women who enjoyed playing this game, but the big-breasted beauty still wasn’t satisfied. She desired to have her erstwhile tormenters, Valerie and Sandy, at her mercy. When word reached her that the slender virgin was seeking a source of supply for some sort of chemical or drug, Gabrielle saw her chance.
Ironically, she had no idea what sort of chemical it was that the Valerie needed. Gabrielle was not a member of Margaret Stanley’s privileged inner circle, and she had not been told about the buxom brunette’s sinister compound of narcotics and aphrodisiacs. Supposing that Valerie was some sort of drug addict, she seized this golden opportunity, as she saw it, to enslave the slender virgin.
Valerie, desperate to secure a reliable, secret supply of the tickling compound, had done nothing to correct the big-breasted beauty’s false impression. For now, her obsession served a useful purpose. When she was no longer needed, however, their positions would be reversed, and Gabrielle would pay with interest for her humiliating abuse of the slender virgin. . .
Valerie moved her behind in a circle, inviting the feather to slip down and forward, but Gabrielle paid her no heed. She was trembling all over as her fingertips stroked the moist lips of her mound and tweaked her swollen love button. The feather escaped her grasp and fluttered to the mattress. To steady herself, the big-breasted beauty put her hand on Valerie’s squirming butt. The muscles in her butt and belly contracted and gooseflesh roughened her silken skin as a glorious sensation gripped her yearning loins. . .
Then, with a throaty grunt, Gabrielle wiggled her hips to release the first pulse of a mind-blowing orgasm!
The big-breasted beauty squealed with delight as a roaring tidal wave of ecstasy raced through her body. Her laboring loins released a second orgasmic pulse, and a third. Gabrielle arched her back. Her hand flew from Valerie’s behind to her own bouncing breasts and aching nipples. Grunting, gasping and writhing, she rode the wave of a fourth pulse of pleasure, and a fifth, until finally the wonderful moment came to an end.
While Gabrielle was cumming her brains out, Valerie remained silent and motionless. She knew what was coming next, as soon as the big-breasted beauty was sufficiently recovered from her orgasmic ordeal.
And sure enough, after getting her breath back, Gabrielle delivered another hard slap to the slender virgin’s posterior.
“NOW look what you’ve made me do!” she cried. “Oh, you are SUCH a naughty girl! You made me lose control of my EMOTIONS!”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Valerie said. “It won’t happen again.”
“Well, I should hope NOT!” the big-breasted beauty replied. “And to make sure that it DOESN’T, I’m going to teach you a LESSON!”
So saying, Gabrielle grabbed another length of rope, using it to tie the slender virgin’s ankles together. Then she flipped Valerie onto her back and straddled her loins. “Let’s see how you like THIS,” she sneered.
Valerie’s eyes widened with fear as Gabrielle brandished the feather and brought it down to probe her victim’s belly button. The slender virgin writhed under this new caress. Her face quickly grew pink with the effort to keep from howling with laughter.
“How long can you take this before it’s just too MUCH for you?” Gabrielle inquired with a snide smile. “How long before you start laughing your empty little HEAD off, even though I’ve commanded you to keep still, hmmm?”
Though Valerie kept her mouth clamped shut, her lips trembled. Her belly rippled as the feather circled her navel. She squirmed furiously, but there was no escape. It was absolutely MADDENING to be tickled in this manner, and the slender virgin knew that in a moment she would flip totally OUT—!
“What’s WRONG, sweetie?” Gabrielle chuckled. “Does it TICKLE too much? Does it make you feel all CRAZY? Does it make you want to LAUGH? Well, if you laugh I’ll have to punish you even MORE. So you’d better be QUIET.”
Valerie’s cheeks puffed out.
“Oh-oh, I think you’re about to LOSE it!” The big-breasted beauty dipped the tip of the feather into Valerie’s navel and twirled it. “Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!”
And that was that for the slender virgin. “HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” she shrieked. “EEEEHEEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-EEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Naughty, naughty!” Gabrielle scolded. She seized Valerie be her shoulders and turned her over. “Now I’m going to have to tickle your poor little FEET!”
“No!” The slender virgin screamed. “Not my feet! Please don’t tickle my FEET!”
The big-breasted beauty paid no heed to Valerie’s pleas. She straddled the slender virgin’s sweet behind, grabbed her bound ankles and pulled her feet up. “Such soft soles, Gabrielle whispered. “Such cute little toes. One simply wants to KISS them. . .”
After that, the laughter from Cabin 14 sounded long and loud. From time to time, the pretty young night clerk looked up from her magazine. But she knew better than to interfere.
