Hot Summer Job/The spanking doesn't have to stop

"We don't have to stop. Right?"

Your employer looks across at you with a strikingly sincere gaze. "Aren't you getting tired? I know she's on the small side, but..." Carrie grabs her daughter's hips, leaning to one side to inspect her suspended offspring, first up to your locked arms and then all the way down. When she spies where Rissa's hands are, Carol flips to mommy mode. "Larrisa! I told you to look, not touch! Let go of him this instant!"

"Wha- What?"

Rissa releases her grip in as dazed a manner as she looks, like she doesn't even know what she's holding. Your foreskin advances slowly back up your shaft at the same time Larrisa's face bumps against your glans. You smear more of your precum onto the girl's features, painting across her nose and onto her cheek when she turns her head to the side in an effort to evade you. Finally she pulls away, stiffening her core just enough to lean back and out of range of your erection.

"Riley! Take her to the couch!" commands Carol, her finger sternly pointing the way. You jump into action, the motion of each step bringing Larissa's face to your cock again and again. Larissa holds her arms close to her chest doing little if anything to stop each poke. "We are definitely not done with her yet!"

Promptly reaching your destination, you dump Larissa onto the cushions then step back awaiting further instructions. When Carrie saunters in behind you, you notice she has pulled her panties up to their proper place. She must mean business. And yet her tube top is still down at her midriff.

"Sit up."

Carrie's youngest sprawls and twists her way out of the prone position you just put her in until she's sitting proper in the middle of the couch. She makes herself small, turtling up with worry over what could be coming next.

"On second thought..." Carrie grabs Rissa by her calves and yanks her legs forward, sending the girl's top half backward. She's forced into a deep slouch with half of her butt hanging off the couch. Her head remains propped up by the rear cushion, but otherwise she's practically laying on her back straight off the couch.

"Stay just like that."

Larissa nods, each of her hands held tight beneath her chin. Carrie's not done though. She lifts Larissa's legs then plants the girl's feet as far apart as they'll go.

"Riley, come here." Carrie steps aside, beckoning you closer.

"Uh, what are we doing?" you ask cautiously, but you still follow your orders. You feel about as worried as Larissa looks. This could go just about anywhere.

"If Larissa is so interested in boy parts then I'm going to give her what she wants. Kneel down."

You drop to your knees, lining your cock up with the freshly spanked grade school snatch spread open before you. Is Carrie really going to have you fuck her little girl? Carrie kneels next to you then grabs the base of your shaft.

"Are you paying attention Larissa?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good."

Carrie guides you forward until you're just pressing between Rissa's open slit. You lean back a bit to give her some room to work. Carrie just stares down for a moment, admiring your teenage manhood. Then she administers a few short pumps, ensuring you're as stiff as a rod. Finally, she pulls up on your meatstick then slaps it down against her little girl's pussy. Larissa gasps. You're also shocked by the impact, but smacking into the velvety soft folds of Rissa's hairless cunny doesn't hurt in the least. Carrie quickly lifts you away only to spank Larissa again with your tool.

"You... don't... get... to... play... with... this... unless... I... say so... missy..."

You lean back even more, planting your hands against the carpet and thrusting your pelvis upward. You're more than happy to give Carrie free reign over your cock for as long as she wants to use it. And the more she uses it the better it feels. She's giving your cock little micro pumps with every slap. Holding you by the base of your shaft, each tug upward brings your foreskin back up over your ridge. Every push downward pops your glans free right before your frenulum slaps against Rissa's cushy vulva. Every now and then you slip between Rissa's lips, a small thrill that happens more and more as your personal lubricant is spanked into her folds.

Quite some time goes by before you realize that Carrie hasn't said anything. Her eyes are locked onto your member but her free hand is diligently rubbing the front of her panties. Carrie is utterly transfixed as she spanks her nine year old's pussy with your teenage cock with ever increasing intensity. She has worked her way up to a solid two spanks per second, just enough stimulation to be fully satisfying. Larissa is by no means the odd one out though. Her cheeks are as pink as her privates which she is still dutifully baring. She hasn't once tried to close her legs. She could just be that obedient but the confused look of pleasure in her expression belies that. She's definitely getting some sort of enjoyment out of all this spanking.

Speaking of, you are closer and closer to being fully satisfied with each passing moment. You start to pant a little, your butt cheeks clenching. It occurs to you that you should probably tell Carrie, to at least warn her. But that would likely mean the end of Rissa's 'punishment', which is the very reason you're so close to begin with.

With a deep breath you grab both of your ankles. You will yourself to not cum but focus entirely on your cresting orgasm. The moment you dip between Larissa's lips again you burst, semen firing explosively from the tip of your cock and gushing past her clit onto her pelvis. Carrie pulls you away mid-stream, the tail end of your explosion coating the outside of Rissa's lips. Carrie holds you still, clearly shocked out of her trance. You moan as another burst is fired up into the air arcing toward Larissa's stomach. If she were pumping right now you're sure you could hit her kid's face, but Carrie still has a firm stationary grip on you. When your third spasm happens Carrie is already on her way down to meet it. She manages to take some of it on her face but she quickly locks her lips around you to contain the full force of your orgasm. You unleash into the milf's mouth, gushing and groaning as she works to suck you dry. The sexually experienced and insatiable mom brings on the longest orgasm you've ever had. Carrie bobs her head up and down your shaft, drawing everything out and inducing additional little spasms of spunk.

Once you've stopped jerking and shaking Carrie pulls away, having already swallowed your lengthy load. That is with the notable exception of what you managed to spray onto Larissa beforehand.

"You see that sweetie?" asks Carrie. She pauses to wipe her lips with the back of one hand, the other still holding your shaft. "These things can just go off at any time."

Larissa doesn't respond. She pokes at some of the semen around her bellybutton then wipes her fingers off on the couch. Occasionally she glances up at her mom with a confused mix of awe, disgust, and arousal, but she's mostly still staring at your cock.

"And Riley here was particularly... unstable." Carrie plays with your foreskin, pumping you teasingly and sending post-orgasmic shivers throughout your body. "You could have been covered head to toe if I wasn't here to stop it!"

"Sorry Riley. I didn't know..." Her cheeks burning red, Larissa finally tries to bring her legs together. With both you and her mom in the way she can't bring her knees together, but her open slit does manage to close and trap some of your semen inside.

• Offer to clean up Larissa
• You've done plenty; Let Carrie finish this <-Request (Privitude)