All Kinds of Trouble

Rebellious young Jennifer had it coming; it was only a matter of time before stepmom Carol taught her a lesson...or learned one.

(Ff, disc, fam)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

Wisconsin, 1966

"I don't want to hear any more about it, Jennifer. We have had this argument before."

"And it's time to have it again, Carol. I'm all grown up now; I don't need a mommy anymore."

Carol looked at her stepdaughter across the short expanse of sand. Standing there near the water in nothing more than a bikini, Jennifer did indeed look grown up. Altho she was only sixteen, she was built like a fantasy: big, beautiful breasts, a slim waist, tight round rear, and muscles that displayed every minute she had ever spent swimming and skiing.

The only advantage Carol still had over her was two inches in height; at thirty, Carol stood a slender and attractive five foot eight. She worried that someday soon Jennifer would match her in that respect as well.

"You look grown up, Jen, but you're still young."

"I'm young, but I'm not too young," Jenny growled. "It shouldn't matter when I come in at night; I can take care of myself."

Carol stood up and straightened her bikini top. "But you can't take care of yourself, Jennifer. There's all kinds of trouble you could find yourself in. And there would be no one to help you. You'd end up calling home and waking your dad and me up in the middle of the night."

"Oh, that's bull, Carol," Jenny spat. "I'm not going to get into any trouble at night that I couldn't get into during the day." She turned her back on her stepmother and kicked at the little waves that flowed in off the lake. Somewhere out there, her father was fishing; he always left when whenever the tension between Carol and her rose.

"It's just that you have no business being out in the middle of the night. Nothing is open; there's nothing to do except hang out...."

Jenny spun around to face Carol again. "What are you saying?" she snapped. "That my friends are going to get me into trouble?"

"That's very possible!" Carol snapped back. Her face flushed hotly as her anger rose.

"That's bullshit!" Jenny snapped again; the deserted beach rang with her insolence. "You don't know how embarrassing it is to have to say ‘Well, it's eleven o'clock; I have to get going home now. My step-mom doesn't want me out too late.'"

"What's wrong with that?" Carol demanded. "That's perfectly reasonable, except that you make me sound like a wicked witch. I am not that bitchy to you." She hated being made to look like the wicked stepmother type in a fairy tale.

"You bitch at me all the time!" Jenny burst. "You bitch at me about my room; you bitch at me about my friends..."

"Don't take that tone with me, Jennifer...." She advanced on Jenny with narrow eyes and a hard jaw.

"Go to hell! I can take any tone I want; you're not my mother!" Jenny's face was as red as Carol's. Her whole body shook as she spoke; her hands were set on her bronzed hips with an attitude of strict defiance.

"If I was your mother, I'd be giving you a good sound spanking right now...." Now Carol's body shook. She shook her flat palm a few inches in front of Jenny's face, as if to prove she was willing.

Jenny looked around. "Why don't you try, then? If you think you can do it." She stood there with her hips cocked and her jaw set, a look of challenge on her normally soft and pretty face.

Carol knew she had no choice. The only time she had spanked Jenny was three years before, when Jenny had been thirteen. At twenty-seven, Carol had been anxious to prove herself a good disciplinarian. There was no one around now, and their section of beach was cut off from the rest by trees and high grass. For a moment, she just stood and fumed, her whole body flushed with anger.

Then Carol reached out to grab Jenny by the arm. Jenny pulled away, however, and Carol caught only the strap of Jenny's bikini top. She started to use it to pull her stepdaughter back to her, but let up as the thin strap began to give. Just then, Jenny jerked away with her whole body and the strap snapped, pulling off her top completely. Her breasts were large and round, pale against her bronze body.

"You bitch!" Jenny shrieked. Carol was stunned; she had never seen Jenny partially nude. "You should be taught a lesson yourself; I am not a little girl any more!"

That fact was obvious to Carol. Jenny's breasts were firm and pert; they bounced against her tanned body as she came toward Carol. She grabbed Carol by the short, dark hair and pulled her close against her. For a moment, their bodies were hard and angry against one another; then Jenny jerked down hard on her fistful of hair, and Carol's knees buckled, sending her to her knees. Carol tried to wrap her arms around Jenny's legs to force her down as well, but the girl stuck her free hand under her arm and suddenly lifted her back up to her feet.

Face to face again, the two women struggled for control, but the younger was the stronger. Jenny forced Carol to her knees again, bending her forward and forcing her head down almost to the ground. Helpless, Carol gasped for breath as Jenny coolly reached down and unsnapped Carol's bikini top. Then she pulled Carol's head back by the hair, forcing the older woman to fall back on her ass, and tweaked her small nipples.

Carol flushed with shame at her weakness and nakedness, her small breasts becoming firm and her nipples hard. She looked up at Jenny and could see only the young girl's big, golden breasts before her face. She reached out and grabbed at the girl's legs, wrapping her arms around them and squeezing with all her strength. Jenny teetered, unable to retain her balance, and released her hold on Carol's hair.

"You bitch," Jenny muttered. She got Carol by the shoulders and pushed, trying to break free of the tight hold, but to no avail.

"You brat," Carol grunted, trying to topple the girl. Her breasts were uncomfortably squashed flat against the girl's knees, so she loosened her grip to get a better hold higher up, where her breasts were pressed against Jenny's soft thighs.

This new hold, however, let Jenny regain her balance and stand fast against the attack. The girl merely laughed at the young woman's attempts and bent down to grab at Carol's bikini bottoms.

Instinctively, Carol reached behind her to protect herself, but to no avail. Jenny pinned Carol's arm behind her and unsnapped her bikini, letting it fall loose about her slender waist. Carol freed her arm and, in desperate retaliation, snatched at Jenny's bikini panties. Jenny jerked off Carol's bottoms altogether and gave her bare ass a smart crack of her palm.

"OH!"

Carol bucked and squealed, nearly knocking them both to the ground. She clumsily untied the strings of Jenny's bikini and pulled them down around the girl's knees before she could break free.

Jenny stepped back, trying to pull her bikini bottoms back up, and let Carol fall to her hands and knees. Carol rested there, naked and exhausted, staring up at Jenny in mute fury. She had never felt so powerless, so weak and helpless. She stared at Jenny's golden young body, her heaving breasts, her wild hair, and envied her strength and her beauty with a vicious desire.

Jenny circled Carol with a hard eye and an arrogant little laugh. One string of her bikini bottoms was broken, so the whole of it hung loose from one side, half-concealing, half-revealing her golden prize. Her large breasts heaved with every breath; her golden-blond hair flowed in wild disarray. She stared intently at her prey. Carol's small breasts swayed seductively as she breathed; and her round ass stuck out open and inviting; her dark bush peaked out from between her open legs. She watched Jenny closely as the girl circled, ready to pounce.

Jenny reached down and grabbed Carol's hips, pulling her backward thru the sand toward her. Carol twisted around and took hold of Jenny's arm, trying to pull the girl off balance, but without success. Instead, Jenny tipped Carol over and grabbed her leg, trying to straighten her out flat. But Carol twisted around again and took Jenny by the shoulders, shaking and twisting her, trying to throw her down.

Jenny laughed and grabbed Carol around the waist, then rolled onto her back, carrying Carol over the top, and rolled over on top of her. In a split second, the younger woman was smiling arrogantly, pinning Carol's arms to the ground with her own. Her breasts hung down so that the hard nipples brushed Carol's neck as she breathed. Carol fumed and grunted, trying to throw off her conqueror, but eventually fell back against the sand, exhausted.

"Now you'll get what you deserve," Jenny growled. She slid off Carol and rolled her over, ignoring her feeble protests, and lifted her naked body face-down across her legs. With Carol's round ass pointing up into the sky, Jenny took a moment to push back her hair and brush the sand off her leg. Then she raised her hand and brought it down hard against the soft flesh of Carol's rear with a CRACK!

"OH!" Carol gasped and stiffened suddenly.

Again came Jenny's powerful stroke, and again Carol gasped and stiffened, another cry of shock escaping from her throat.

Again and again, the flat of Jenny's hand came down upon the red and tender flesh of the older woman's ass. Carol's cries became louder and more desperate. She bucked and squirmed, but to no avail; her tormentor's blows merely fell on other soft parts. She ordered Jenny to stop; she demanded it; she gasped and cried until she sobbed, begging the girl to stop. Jenny's laugh faded as she worked, hammering her anger home, a tremendous feeling of power pouring over her. Her body flushed red, just as Carol's did, but with excitement rather than pain.

Then, in a sudden, breathtaking rush, Carol's body was seized in a powerful spasm. Her back arched uncontrollably and her legs stretched taut as she threw her head back in a moment of unrestrained ecstasy. She gasped in astonishment as the length of her rigid, naked body flushed red and her soft, female mound gushed with lusty juices. And still Jenny's strong young hand came down across Carol's bare rear end once more; twice more; three times.

At last, Jenny sat back and ceased her tormenting. The emotion welled up in her eyes and all the anger and frustration melted into salty tears. Carol lay limp and exhausted across her lap, sobbing and gasping for breath, too weak to crawl away. "Please stop, Jenny," she sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I was mean to you." She slid off Jenny's lap and onto the sand, resting on her side.

"I'm sorry, Carol," Jenny said thru her own tears, "I'm sorry too." She took Carol in her arms and held her close against her, feeling her flesh soft and hot, with a film of sweat rising on her back. Carol pressed her tear-streaked face against Jenny's chest, burying herself in those firm, golden breasts, feeling their roundness and the hardness of the nipples against her cheek. She wrapped her arms around the girl and stroked her soft, warm flesh, tracing the gentle curves with her long fingers.

Jenny breathed deeply, brushed her fingers thru Carol's hair, stroked her arm. Then Carol moved against her, holding her tighter, brushing her hand against Jenny's loose bikini bottoms. Jenny breathed hotly on Carol's slim neck; she stroked the line of the older girl's hip and thigh, sliding her hand around Carol's burning red ass with great care and gentleness.

Carol's sobbing faded into deep, uneven breaths; her hands held Jenny's round ass thru the fabric of her loose bikini panties. With a deep shudder, she found herself quavering in the arms of a second nerve-shattering orgasm. Her breath was hot and short, her voice reduced to tight-lipped moans, her body paralyzed with pleasure.

Then Jenny slipped her hand between Carol's legs and found that dark patch of curly hair wet with desire. She stroked the hot, slippery slit between Carol's thighs, becoming equally weak-kneed and wet as Carol's hand slipped between her thighs and stroked her golden mound. Jenny slipped a finger into Carol's slit as Carol's soft lips brushed across her nipple, her tongue playing lightly around it, teasing wetly. Jenny lay her head back and moaned as Carol brushed aside the loose bikini and let her long finger enter the girl, stroking her gently, slowly.

A thin strand of saliva broke as Carol slowly drew her mouth away from Jenny's hard, red nipple. Jenny stroked Carol's neck and gently pulled her head closer to her own until, with tremendous hunger and desire, their lips met, softly, wetly, their tongues intertwining gently.

For a long moment, they kissed a long, wet kiss, and then Jenny pulled away, breathing hotly. "Don't stop," she panted. They pressed deeper into one another, their strokes quicker and harder. Carol began to moan in short, quick breaths, biting her lip, pressing closer to her lover.

Finally, Carol gasped, stiffened, gasped again; Jenny bent over, pressing her head against Carol shoulder, gasping, moaning, whispering. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted. "Oh god, Carol, oh yes..."

"Oh Jenny, Jenny, oh fuck," Carol moaned. Over and over again, they moaned to one another, gasping and laughing, stroking and kissing. At last, they collapsed into each other's arms and lay exhausted in the sand.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah," Carol said, grinning. "I'll be fine. That was... pretty incredible." She flushed red again with embarrassment.

"I never felt anything like that before," Jenny admitted shyly, equally reddened.

"Neither have I," Carol said, lightly rubbing her sore ass.

"Carol, what if Daddy finds out?"

"We can't tell him. Honey, we can't ever tell him."

Jenny got up and grabbed a colorful sarong to put around her waist. But then she stopped half-way and looked around. Still showing off her pretty bush and heavy breasts, the teenager asked in a low voice. "Can we ever do it again?

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