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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Cassie's Come-uppance by Dr. Wu 1/5 Mf/f teen humil
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Cassie's Come-uppance
By Dr. Wu
MF/f, teen, semi-nc, humil, drugs, incest

  The stuff at the top: This is a story about two teenagers who drug,
sexually degrade, humiliate and generally torment a 28-year-old woman.
  If you are under 18, you should not be reading this. You should be
out getting high and trying to have sex yourself while you are young
instead of reading dirty stories on your computer.
  This story is fiction, like those WMDs in Iraq.
  If you like this story, please feel free to email Dr Wu at
doktorwu@yahoo.com.


Chapter One


   As the sun beat down on her nearly naked body, Cassie Clark was in
heaven. She could hear the pool filter humming, and feel the hot sun
tanning her magnificent body as she lay face down on the double chaise
lounge. Maybe in a minute she would take a dip in her pool to cool
off, or maybe she would go inside and lock herself in her bedroom and
masturbate. She was feeling more than a little horny, and the thought
of diddling herself was quite appealing.
   After all, she wasn't going to get much from Paul Clark, her
husband. At 55, his sexual interest had started to taper off six
months after they were married, and their sex life was now down to
just a couple of times a month. But ate age 28, Cassie felt like she
was entering her sexual peak, and her thoughts and fantasies had been
even more intense and sometimes bizarre lately than they had ever
been.
   Oh well, she thought, life is full of trade offs. You got Paul, the
mansion, the Beamer, the country club membership, the summer beach
house and more money than you could spend in a lifetime (even with
generous alimony to the first Mrs. Clark), and Paul got himself a
dandy little trophy wife, so that all the other fat middle-aged guys
at the club would be jealous as hell.
   Now her job was to look fantastic, keep her figure, shop and run
the house, which wasn't that difficult with a regular cleaning lady
and a gardener/pool boy. And to open her legs for Paul when he was in
the mood and tell him what a great lover he was.
   Cassie took a swig from her can of Diet Coke and set the now-empty
can on a nearby table.
   "Mrs. C, you look like you're gonna burn a little if you're not
careful. Would you like me to put some suntan oil on your back?"
  "That would be lovely, Lyra."
   Fourteen-year-old Lyra Ford walked over to the prone trophy wife.
Since Cassie had her eyes closed, she couldn't see the wicked little
smile on Lyra's lovely face. Lyra looked down at Cassie Clark as she
lay on her stomach on the wide lounge chair, her face turned away from
Lyra, eyes closed. Cassie's tan was perfect, and even more beautiful
set against her sexy white string bikini. She had careful untied the
back string of the top and let the strings flop to the sides, so that
her back could get an even tan. The bottoms, which were more or less a
thong, tied on the sides and rode so low on her hips that they just
barely covered the top of her ass crack. Cassie's long, perfect legs
glimmered with a fine sheen of perspiration.
   Lyra Ford poured a large dollop of suntan oil into one palm and
rubbed it between her hands to warm it up. She knelt on the lounge
chair between Cassie's slightly spread legs, and positioned her knees
inside the trophy wife's firm thighs.
   "Here, scoot your legs apart a little so I can get a comfortable
position." Lyra told her, and Cassie, thinking nothing of the request,
obeyed. Lyra scooted one knee forward a little, so that it nestled in
Cassie's crotch. She was instantly aware of the girl's knee there, but
knew it was just the way she was bending over her to oil her back.
Still, innocent though it appeared, having pressure against her pussy
when she was already horny and thinking about masturbating unnerved
the older woman, although she wasn't sure if she was unnerved in a
pleasant or unpleasant way.
   Lyra, who herself was wearing a string bikini similar to Cassie's,
bent to her task, her young hands rubbing the oil into Cassie's tan
back. Up her shoulders went the hands, and down the back, and then
along the sides, which tickled Cassie slightly. She was suddenly aware
of how close Lyra's fingertips were to her breasts, and her nipples
tingled.
   "Stop that!" Cassie commanded herself. This girl was a friend of
her stepdaughter, Jessie, and just some little freshman in high
school, even if she was a real cutie and had some kind of  innocent
slut aura that Cassie found very appealing. Lyra moved her knee a
little, and Cassie, without even thinking about it, scooted her body
down a fraction of an inch, as if to put her bikini-clad pussy into
better contact with the teenager's naked skin.
   "Mmmm, that feels very good," Cassie told her stepdaughter's
friend. "You should be a masseuse when you grown up, Lyra."
   "I'll be happy if I can be as beautiful as you are, Mrs. C," Lyra
said sweetly. "I love that new hairstyle on you. You look like that
chick in that movie 'Chicago'."
   Cassie smiled. She had wanted to get her black hair cut in an
old-fashioned page boy with bangs like Catherine Zeta-Jones in
"Chicago;" she had been told in the past, though not recently by her
neglectful husband, that she looked a little like Zeta-Jones when she
was younger.
   The adolescent schoolgirl massaged more oil into her hands and
worked down Cassie's back, reaching her waistline, and boldly moving
her fingers into the area where Cassie's voluptuous hips began to
swell.
   "What a sweet thing to say, Lyra. I think you'll be very beautiful.
You already are."
   "Do you really think I am?" Lyra asked.
   "Ohhhhh, yes," Cassie answered, not realizing that the ohhh had
come out more like a moan of sexual pleasure. She adjusted her hips
ever so slightly, and the front of her thong shifted slightly. It felt
as if it were getting caught up into her pussy, between her labia, but
she didn't want to break the mood and pick it out of her pussy crack.
   Lyra moved her knee, and Cassie sighed as the teenager
surreptitiously massaged her pussy.
   "Is Jessie OK?" Cassie asked.
   "Yeah, she just said she was tired and was going to lay down and
take a nap," Lyra said. You'd be tired too if I had slipped a couple
of sleeping pills into your Coke can, Lyra thought. But then I didn't
give you sleeping pills, did I, Miss Cassie Bitch? Your Coke was dosed
with some pills my brother got off the Internet that are supposed to
be the female equivalent of Viagra. Lyra smiled evilly.
   "Here, I'll do your legs, Mrs. C," the ninth-grader said, and got
up off the lounge. As soon as the knee vanished, Cassie felt its
absence and wanted it back. But now Lyra was standing over her and
bending over, rubbing her legs with oil, down the backs, into the
hollows of her knees, down her calves to her feet. To her surprise,
Lyra kept going, and the girl's began to rub Cassie's feet, massaging
oil into the balls of the feet, and God almighty, Cassie thought, it
feels like a river flowing up both my legs and right into my pussy.
She was wet she realized, not just a little but very wet, and her
sensitive clit was not becoming erect, and rubbing against the front
of her bikini.
   This was wrong, she told herself. Even though she had had some
dreams about girls and women, she wasn't a lesbian, she was straight,
and married, and this girl was underage, and this whole situation had
to end. She would get up and excuse herself and say she had to take a
nap and lock herself in her bedroom and masturbate like a crazy woman.
   But then Lyra's hands were back on her legs, working back up, and
Cassie lost that train of thought and decided another minute of Lyra's
oil massage wouldn't hurt her. Lyra's hands worked their oily way up
the backs of her thighs, and then to her buttocks, and the youngster
was rubbing her ass. Oh sweet Jesus that felt good, Cassie thought.
Paul never touches me like this. I haven't been touched like this in
ages.
   "That is such a cute swimsuit, Mrs. C," Lyra said earnestly. "I
really like it." The girl knelt back between Cassie's spread thighs
and placed her knee on the chaise, flush against Cassie's oozing,
dripping, pulsating pussy.
   "Here, it's getting twisted," Lyra said. She grabbed the waistband
and pulled back, as if she were being helpful, but yank pulled the
front of the thing further up in between Cassie's labia, rubbing the
fabric directly against her clit, which now felt to Cassie as if it
were as big as a marble and weeping with desire.
   "Ohhh, Lyra honey, you better not, uh, don't...." Cassie stammered
as she felt an orgasm building inside of her.
   "But the back is all twisted and isn't right," Lyra said, her voice
dripping with innocence and helpfulness while her eyes glittered with
lust and joy at what she was putting the trophy wife through. Lyra had
a firm grip on the back of the thong and was tugging on it repeatedly
and moving it gently from side to side, causing the suit bottom to
feel as if it were attacking the woman's sensitive love button.
   She couldn't let this happen, couldn't cum in front of her
stepdaughter's friend. She had to get control. She started to get up,
and pushed up and backward, but suddenly Lyra put a very firm hand in
the middle of Cassie's back and pushed her back onto the chaise.
   "Hold on, Mrs. C," the girl said. "I'm never gonna get this
untangled back here if you start jumping around. Just relax." And she
began again to pull and twist on the suit. Cassie bit her lip and was
practically dizzy as her body began to feel the massive orgasm
approaching.
   "Please, Lyra," she said, and it sounded like she was begging.
   "Please what, Cassie?" Lyra said. "Please stop, or please don't
stop?"
   "Lyra, I can't, this is, come on..." She was babbling and she knew
it, but she felt so helpless. The girl was surprisingly strong, and
there was a part of her, even though she was loathe to admit it, that
loved these feelings, and wanted Lyra to make her cum. It was as if
everything else had fallen away and her clit was the center of
everything, the center of her universe.
   "Just let me finish your massage, Cassie," Lyra said, and it barely
registered that the girl had switched from calling her "Mrs. C" the
way she always did to calling her by her first name.
   Lyra let go of the back of Cassie's thong, but kept her pinned down
with her left hand. She reached down to the bikini tie on Cassie's
left and quickly untied the simple bow, then did the same on the right
side. Before Cassie was even aware of what was happening, Lyra grabbed
the bikini bottoms and yanked them, and they popped off of Cassie. She
was naked from the waist down!
   Oh shit, she thought, but could scarcely formulate anything else in
her mind as Lyra's fingers plunged between her spread thighs and found
her pussy. Still slick with the oil, Lyra's middle finger found
Cassie's open slit and poked in, while her other fingers found
Cassie's throbbing clit and began to massage it around and around.
   "Stop, Lyra, ohhh God, don't do that to me," Cassie begged.
   "But you like it so much," Lyra said sweetly. "My God, Cassie,
you're so wet, and you want to cum so badly, don't you. Don't you want
to cum, Cassie. Tell Lyra the truth."
   "But Jessie..."
   "She's sound asleep. Come on, little Cassie, roll over on your back
and let me really work on you. You know you want it."
   "Oh yes," Cassie said, and rolled over onto her back on the chaise.
Lyra got her first look at Cassie's sweet pussy, saw how carefully she
kept herself waxed,. so that there was just a little closely trimmed
dark pubic patch above the slit, leaving the labia completely naked.
She saw how the trophy wife's pussy gaped open and clutched at her
finger, and how her clit, now enormous, seemed to crane outward,
seeking relief.
   "That's a good little Cassie," Lyra cooed. "Do you want me to kiss
that little pussy of yours,' Cassie-poo?" Lyra leaned forward, her
lips an inch away from Cassie's clit, and began to blow gently on the
organ.
   "If I use my mouth on you, you're gonna cum, Cassie-poo. You want
that? Tell me you want that."
   Helplessly lost in her own lust, wrong as it was, Cassie heard
herself say: "I want that. Make me cum, please, Lyra, please."
   "In a bit, my pet," Lyra said, "in a bit." She pulled her fingers
back but kept her face hovering over Cassie's crotch, blowing on her
clit. It was maddening.
   "But first let's play some games," Lyra said.
   "Games?" Cassie echoed. "Games?"
   "That's right, little Cassie, games," Lyra said. "The kind of games
that a nasty lesbo slut like Cassie Clark deserves."
   Cassie's eyes shot open. Lyra lifted her head and smiled. Standing
behind Lyra, Cassie saw the girl's older brother, Will, a 17-year-old
who sometimes did odd jobs at her country club. Shirtless, Will was
wearing a pair of cut offs, and his obvious erection was pup-tenting
the front of the denim. He held a large duffel bag in one hand, and
was grinning broadly.
   "Hey Mrs. C!" Will said cheerfully as he stared at her naked,
dripping cunny. "Looks like you're having a good time! Don't let me
interrupt."

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