Chapter 3: Party Poopers

Someone was groaning. The muffled sound woke Kathy. She moved to wipe something from her eyes and realized her arm was asleep and was stuck in... something. She tried to pull free and -- there was that sound again! It was Mommy's voice and Kathy's arm was buried up to the elbow in her ass!

She wiped her eyes clean with her free hand and took in the scene: it was morning and they were still chained to the bed in their room in the Junior League brothel. Mommy was blindfolded and there was a ball gag in her mouth. Her face caked with dry cum, her breasts covered with cigarette burns and teeth marks, her butt criss-crossed with red welts.

Kathy tried to withdraw her fist, but Mommy's grip was too tight. All it did was make her groan, again.

"And how are you ladies doing this morning?" It was Phylis, the Junior League's acting madam.

"Not too good," Kathy stammered. "My arm's caught in Mommy's ass and I can't get it out!"

"Oh dear, that is a problem. She must be having a muscle spasm," Phylis said as she undid the gag, unleashing a long, low moan followed by coughs and gasps for air.

"We've got to get her to relax, Kathy, or," Phylis tried unsuccessfully to choke back a giggle, "or, you'll go through life with a life-sized hand puppet."

"Phylis, you're a bitch," Mommy spat, trying to catch her breath. "This is serious!"

The doorway was beginning to fill with laughing Junior Leaguers and their daughters. Flash bulbs popped and video cameras rolled. "I can't wait to tell my husband, this is so funny," someone cackled.

"You've got to relax, dear, or it won't come out."

"I hate anal sex and that's all those sons of bitches wanted to do last night!"

"That's only because you ladies tried to run away. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had to entertain all those big ol'Trojans with your little poop chutes," Phylis scolded.

"Yeah, thanks to you two, my daughter only got to give one blowjob and wasn't whipped once!" A woman at the door snapped. "Party Poopers!"

"That's right," said another. "If you two hadn't passed out, the rest of use wouldn't have gotten any attention at all."

"You ladies go on, get out of here," Phylis shooed the Junior Leaguers away. "Kathy, how can we get your mommy to relax?"

Kathy thought for a minute, then said "I'll take care of it."

Kathy began to stroke the impaled woman's pussy, "don't worry, Mommy, everything will be okay."

Kathy buried her face in Mommy's womanhood, its dryness soon gave way to a flood of ecstasy. She used her sex-ed training to turn the groans of agony into screams of delight. Then -- pop! -- out came her arm.

"There we go, all better," Phylis chirped. "Now, you girls get your clothes on. The party's over."

Kathy kissed Mommy tenderly on the lips. "Let's go home, you old Party Pooper."