An Indecent Awakening (12 page)

Peggy looked at Ben. Ben nodded, to let her know she had permission to tell the truth. “No,” Peggy said, “he wouldn’t. Let me put it this way. I like porn too. Which is a good thing, because even though I was third-base girl and not porn-girl, Ben made me watch a lot of it.” She laughed. “You can definitely imagine a porn video where a girl has to show her pussy to a guy across a restaurant, right?”

“Yes,” Stacy said, looking puzzled.

“Would that video be hot?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what?” Peggy asked. Ben felt he probably couldn’t have put it any better himself. He smiled, his chest filling with pride at Peggy’s reasoning.

“But… that’s not real,” Stacy said. Her confusion, though, seemed to be changing to understanding.

“How real was it when Ben told you that if he instructed you to show someone your pussy, you would do it or be punished?”

Stacy’s brow furrowed. “Realer? I mean, definitely more real than if it were in a video.”

“Why?” Peggy asked.

“Well, because this is a café and not a movie set.” Peggy did not reply, but looked at Stacy steadily. “Okay, okay,” Stacy said. “It didn’t actually happen in the café.”

“Where did it happen?” Peggy asked innocently.

“It didn’t,” Stacy said, “but…”

“Yes, it did,” Peggy said. “It happened in your fantasy. That’s why you got wet.”

Stacy sat back in her chair at that. She looked a little stunned. “So, what… I mean, what does it mean? What does that have to do with whether I can stop feeling like I’m going crazy?”

Ben said, “Maybe you should think about the first question Peggy asked again. Why didn’t you get the morning-after pill? And why did you get an IUD this morning?”

Stacy looked at him with a blank expression for a few moments. Then she said, “If I do my homework, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to let you pass me along to whatever guy this is you say you think you want to give me to.”

Peggy said softly, “Ben knows that, sweetie.” She glanced at him, and then looked back at Stacy. “The thing is, though, that if Julie and I are anything to go by, he knows you better than you know yourself right now. The little world he’s created with us and the guys who look to him as a kind of mentor isn’t anything you were expecting for your life. It’s a good thing that you made the decision about the IUD, but just for comparison purposes, having little Ben was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I include my lessons in Ben’s basement as part of that, because that’s where big Ben put little Ben in my belly. Pretty soon I think you’re going to realize that even though it’s not the way your parents told you it was supposed to be, it’s the way you want it.”

She looked at Ben, and in her eyes he could see that she wanted to make sure she was expressing things in a way that pleased him. Ben nodded to encourage her. Stacy’s face remained blank, except for a little crease in her brow as she took in Peggy’s words.

“Since it looks like I’m not earning myself a whipping for saying this stuff,” Peggy said, “let me be a little daring, and tell you a secret that Julie and I sometimes talk about.”

Ben chuckled. “This’ll be good.”

Peggy’s cheeks turned a little pink as she continued, “The way Ben makes it sound, it’s all about his control over your pussy. Like he will decide who puts his cock in there. And that’s hot, right?”

Stacy nodded slowly.

“But here’s the secret: we are the ones who are really getting what we need.”

Stacy shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you don’t understand it yet,” Peggy said, “but I have a feeling you will sometime soon.”

On Tuesday, Ben told Stacy, she would have anal sex for the first time. Stacy actually wanted a lesson on Saturday, the day after they had coffee with Peggy, but Ben told her in no uncertain terms that being punished by having no lesson was exactly what she needed. He also said that she had better do her homework, because he would be using her ass the next time she came to his house for training, and he wanted her to be ready to please him back there.

Tiny Butt Trouble
depicted the trials and tribulations of a girl named Jessica (tiny both in butt and in overall bodily features) who didn’t think she wanted to try anal. Unfortunately, in the opening scene of the little drama, Jessica fell into the clutches of an unscrupulous police officer who enjoyed anal very much.

Her tiny backside presented what appeared on the video to be terrible trouble, when it came to taking Officer Chris’ big cock. Jessica had tried to sell drugs to Officer Chris, though, and so according the script of the video, she had no choice but to give him his way, no matter how cruel a fate it was to have her first experience of anal be so uncomfortable and so shameful.

The part that had made Stacy come almost instantly both the first time she watched—before she had started her lessons with Ben—and when she had had to watch it twice, on Monday, to complete her lascivious homework, occurred when Officer Chris tied little Jessica up on top of the bare mattress of a little cot. The cot was in the special secret cell to which he apparently took girls in whom he had an interest, and the way he tied Jessica seemed to be something he liked to do frequently to those girls. After she had reluctantly stripped down to her panties—Jessica wore no bra, which Stacy thought was understandable because of her tininess—Officer Chris made her kneel on the cot, and then put her face down to the mattress and reach her hands back around and behind her thighs.

“There we go,” said Officer Chris, and began to truss her up in that position, binding her wrists tightly together.

Then he pulled the gusset of her lacy black panties aside, to show the camera—and to see for himself, of course—just how open little Jessica’s bottom now was. After that, Officer Chris could take his time getting the tiny butt ready for fucking, and he did, persuading Jessica in the process that when her policeman finally did enter her there, and have his pleasurable way, she wouldn’t find it such a terrible thing.

But when, after the fingers, and the plug and the vibrator that made her come with the plug inserted, Officer Chris did crouch over her little backside and impale Jessica there with his big cock, she cried out into the mattress, and her face betrayed the injustice of having her innocent rear end treated so harshly. That made Stacy come, too, as she looked at how the protection of the lacy panties, the fabric pulled from its proper place to expose pussy and anus, had simply been put aside and disregarded, as Officer Chris seemed to view the panties as a cute ornament for the bottom he fucked, rather than as any sort of impediment to his pleasure.

Tuesday morning, Ben handed her a slim box once she had come through the door of his house, knowing that Jessica’s fate would soon be her own.

“Go downstairs and put these on,” he said. “Only these.”

Stacy swallowed. “What are… they?”

“You’ll see,” Ben said. “Now get going, or you’ll go over the bench for a paddling. Today’s not a day for dawdling or disobedience—or even questions. You know what’s happening today: I’m going to fuck your ass. Go get ready.”

They were lacy black panties, but they had an important difference from the ones worn by little Jessica. Stacy’s new panties had no seat: where the fabric that should cover the valley between her bottom-cheeks should be was nothing at all, and the elastic that circled the leg-openings of the panties simply continued up to the waistband, ornamented by a thin ribbon that would cover nothing at all.

Trembling, Stacy laid the panties on the back of the couch and looked at them. She heard Ben moving across the floor of his living room, above her. He would be coming down the stairs soon. If she weren’t at least stripping when he came down, he would whip her, or paddle her; she felt sure of it.

But how could she put on those panties? She couldn’t even figure out why she had come, now; something about the lingerie, the command to put it on, and the brusqueness of Ben’s tone made it too… real.

It was just like
Tiny Butt Trouble,
though, in a certain way. Officer Chris had certainly been brusque with little Jessica, and that had been so very hot… Stacy looked again at the little black garment lying on the back of the couch.

Then she felt her eyes widen as she realized that the sight of the seatless panties had started to make her pussy flow with moisture. She took a deep breath, and, still trembling, started to unbutton her green sundress. She had no panties on, of course; she had taken them off and removed the butt plug, leaning over her bed, before walking the quarter-mile from her house to Ben’s.

“Plug and panties, or no panties,” he had instructed her, when he dropped her off after coffee with Peggy. “Put your plug in for at least an hour a day, and when you’re watching the video. Understood, porn-girl?”

Stacy had nodded. Knowing she would have to walk to his house, she had decided on no panties. The sounds the butt plug made coming out of her anus, and the feeling of walking in with no panties, unable to think of anything but what Ben’s cock would feel like in her bottom, were shameful enough. But after she had hesitantly pulled the new panties up over her knees, over her thighs, until they arrived at the place panties belonged, where they were supposed to cover you and hide you from lewd eyes and lewd action, this new feeling of the seatless panties… It made her want to put her hand in the front of the terrible underwear and touch herself—and it made her want to sink into the ground and never be seen again.

She felt herself blush like the sun as she heard Ben’s footsteps, behind her, coming down the stairs. She left her dress on the floor and hurried to her place in front of his chair, her hands on her head, unable to keep from picturing what her bottom must look like, its bare furrow framed by the opening in the panties.

“Good girl,” Ben said, with a note of approval despite the continuing severity—and even arrogance—of his tone. “Your ass looks just as nice in them as I was hoping.”

Stacy heard him advance toward her, across the carpet, around the couch. He stood three or four feet behind her, now.

“How does it feel to know that your tiny butt is going to get what Jessica’s got—a nice big cock?”

“Oh, God,” Stacy whispered, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird. “It…” Her pussy clenched, but the fear rose in her tummy. “It feels scary, sir. Please…”

Ben ignored the ‘please.’ He said, “Don’t worry, baby. Girls love anal, once they get used to it.”

Oh, God.
Stacy didn’t say it out loud, that time, but the plea to some heaven seemed the more heartfelt to her for being silent.

“Before I bend you over and take your ass,” he continued conversationally. “I want to make sure I don’t forget to tell you that Derek, the guy I think will be a good boyfriend for you, is going to come to your next lesson.”

What?
Stacy didn’t think she could feel any more anxious, now.

“He’ll fuck your cunt, but one thing Peggy didn’t tell you is that your ass is always going to belong to me. When Pete and Joe—that’s Julie’s boyfriend—want to fuck Peggy and Julie’s asses, they have to call and ask permission. So when Derek comes, he’ll be up front and I’ll be back here.” Ben laid his hand on her shamefully uncovered bottom, then.

Stacy gave a sob of fear and shame and arousal. How could he… How could it… What did it mean—what did it all mean?

“So while I have you today, and open you up, I want you to remember that your ass is always going to be special to me, Stacy. I’m not going to give it up, even if I loan it to Derek. Do you think you understand?”

Ben urged his middle finger inward, into the valley between her bottom-cheeks. He touched her cringing anus, itching from the plug. Stacy whimpered. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

What had Peggy said? “We’re the ones who get what we need”?

Yes,
her mind replied.
As horrible as it would look to anyone on the outside, I need to have my ass owned by a man who passes the rest of me on to another man I haven’t met. I need to have him make me share little Jessica’s fate: I need him to fuck my own tiny butt.

“Bend over,” Ben said. “Hands on the seat of the chair. Knees flexed a little.”

Stacy obeyed, her face hot, putting her hands on the leather cushion of the recliner. Ben didn’t take his hand from her bottom; instead he fluttered the tip of his middle finger against her anus, so that she gave a little yelp—and then a louder one as the finger entered her, as soon as she had bent all the way.

“There we go,” Ben said in a tone of condescending praise. “Stay just like that, porn-girl. It won’t be long, now.”

Stacy closed her eyes, as she heard him unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans. Then his hands were on her hips, and she felt the head of his cock press up against her bottom. She heard a little moan, at the wicked feeling, come from her chest.

Ben adjusted his cock with his right hand, so that it lay in the furrow between her bottom-cheeks. Then he returned that hand to her hip, and he began to move his cock up and down in the tender valley there. He seemed to get harder and harder at the sensation, which for Stacy was so shameful she could scarcely have imagined it; she had never felt truly used, before, the way Ben now used her rear end for his cock’s pleasure.

“So sweet,” he murmured. “Do you know why we’re not watching
Tiny Butt Trouble?
”

“No,” Stacy sobbed. She felt like she was on the scariest roller-coaster ride ever, and the ride was somehow, and in more than one way, inside her.

For a few moments, Ben didn’t answer, apparently content just to keep up the strange, degrading use he made of her backside’s cleavage. Then he said, “Because I want you to concentrate on how it feels to have anal sex. I want you to think about what it means for
you
—and not for any other porn-girl—to be in training to give a man pleasure with your butt. Like I said, porn-girls love anal, but I’m not sure you’ve figured out yet why—at least as far as I can tell.”

The cock moved back and forth in her bottom, but outside the little ring where Stacy knew there was now nothing in the universe that could prevent Ben’s massive hardness entering, very soon. Ben’s hands on Stacy’s hips kept her still, so that he could enjoy her ass fully.