A Lesson from a Hairbrush

 “You let David fuck you again, didn’t you?”

Marla was glaring at Kacie the most she walked in the door. At 5’6”, Marla wasn’t the most statuesque woman, but she had thick dark hair, a gorgeous face, and a very firm expression. Not to mention very nice muscles, thanks to thrice-weekly trips to the gym.

Kacie, by comparison, was small at 5 foot even, slim and quite unmuscled, and blond, Marla’s basic opposite. She was eighteen and had just moved to New York – into Marla’s apartment. Marla was 25 and seemed to have taken Kacie's mother's words to heart. A family friend, she'd asked Marla to make sure Kacie didn't "get into any trouble

“Jesus, Marla, give me a break,” Kacie snapped. She loved having David fuck her. They did as often as possible. Marla seemed to think that because they weren’t an actual couple and knew that they never would be, this was a bad thing.

“I would if you weren’t such a fucking slut, Katherine,” Marla replied, looking quite irritated at Kacie’s obnoxious response. “You’ve been getting progressively sluttier since you’ve arrived.”

Kacie didn’t think that was entirely true – well, if it was, it was only because she was no longer under her mother’s watchful eye. June didn’t think anyone should have sex unless they were legally married. However, Kacie had been quick to realize that marriage meant sex with only one person. She didn’t like that idea, and now that she lived with her friend Marla, she had sex four or five times a week, often with different men each time.

She personally couldn’t understand what Marla’s problem was. Marla could be getting laid with equal frequency; she had a lovely body, with a trim little waist, femininely curved hips, and gorgeous size C tits. Kacie herself was a little envious of the womanly body her friend had – she barely filled a B.

“Not really, Marla,” Kacie said finally. “Look, this is stupid. I’m going to go take a long, hot shower.”

“Oh, no, you’re not.” Marla grabbed Kacie arm and whipped her around to face her. “Take off your clothes.”

“What?” Kacie was a bit taken aback. Marla had never tried this before.

“Let’s see how not slutty you are,” Marla suggested, yanked Kacie button-down shirt open. Kacie tried to push her hands back, but it was useless. Marla was much too strong. Marla’s hand tore Kacie’s trendy little miniskirt, along with her thong, down to her ankles. “Bend over, you whore.”

“Marla, stop –“

“Now,” Marla growled, and Kacie, a bit scared at this point, did as she was instructed. “Spread your legs a little.” Kacie obliged. “Just as I thought. That is fucking disgusting, you little tramp.” Kacie felt Marla jab two fingers up inside of her cunt. “God, it’s so fucking used. You’ve got his dirty cum dripping down your tanned little thighs.”

“Marla, I –“

“You deserve some kind of punishment,” Marla said, adding a third finger to Kacie’s cunt and beginning to move them in and out, thick globs of cum running over her fingers and onto her hand. “This is not why your mother agreed to let you live with me, you bitch. You’ve been spreading your legs for everything with a cock. Well, guess what, sugar? Darling buddy Marla is about to teach you a bit of a lesson.” Marla, hearing Kacie’s breathing get heavier as her fingers sped up, abruptly removed them and stepped in front of the girl. “Clean these off.”

“Marla, you can’t do anything. I’ll call the fucking cops,” Kacie threatened, angry now as well as scared. This was getting embarrassing.

Marla grabbed Kacie’s firm breast, pinching the nipple until Kacie let out a scream. “Eat his cum off my fingers,” she snarled. “If it’s good enough for that jizz receptacle you call a pussy, it’s damn good enough for your mouth.” Kacie, rubbing her sore nipple, grudgingly opened her mouth and began licking the cum off.

“Suck my fingers, you whore,” Marla hissed. “Make sure you get all of it.”

Kacie found herself bouncing her head up and down on Marla’s fingers, sucking them as hungrily as she usually did cocks, savoring the salty flavor of David’s cum. She liked it well enough, just not usually fresh from her cunt.

“Good enough, slut. Now, go get my hairbrush.”

“For what?” Kacie began to ask, but Marla’s fingers were already squeezing her nipple again.

“Stop asking so fucking many questions. This is your punishment. Do as you’re asked,” Marla commanded, seating herself comfortably on the couch. Her own skirt, which had fallen halfway down her thighs, now rode up almost to crotch-level, and Kacie found her eyes being attracted to the shadowy V between her thighs, but quickly averted her eyes and went to get the hairbrush.

Marla took it, then motioned to her knees. “Lay down across them, slut.”

“What? Oh, my God, you’re not going to spank me –“

Marla grabbed her arm before the girl could get away. “Lay the fuck down.” She yanked her forward, so that Kacie basically fell across her legs. Her soft, round ass was now slightly in the air, and Marla felt her mouth begin to water. By the grace of God, she was going to fuck that ass before the day was over.

She gently let the tip of the hairbrush’s handle dip into her friend’s well-fucked cunt, teasing her lightly. In, out, in, out . . . Kacie’s breath quickened. Then, suddenly, the gentle fucking ceased and the back of the brush slammed, hard, against Kacie’s delectable, tan ass. Kacie shouted out in pain.

“Marla, don’t, God, please –“

Another smack resounded loudly on the girl’s ass. Soon, Marla was spanking Kacie with a vengeance, no longer pausing in between, just beating, and Kacie’s quickened breathing had become quiet sobs. Finally, Marla put the hairbrush down.

“All right,” she said softly, “get off my lap.”

Kacie tried to wipe off her tears and walk away, but Marla shook her head, smiling. “Sorry, princess, I didn’t say go anywhere. Kneel down, you fucking slut.” Kacie, now too terrified to argue, and too ashamed to admit that while her ass now burned like hell, her pussy was even wetter than it had been from David, knelt in front of Marla.

Marla spread her own legs wide apart, displaying a pussy glistening with moisture, framed by the fabric of her miniskirt. “Eat my pussy,” she commanded, and, still sniffling, Kacie obeyed.

Her tongue slid out and gingerly brushed her older friend’s clit, then began lapping at it hungrily. Soon, her mouth had engulfed Marla’s hot button and was sucking on it vigorously. Slowly she released her clit and began fucking the older woman with her tongue. Marla’s hands clasped the back of Kacie’s head, forcing her tongue in and out, pressing her face against her own moisture.

“Yeah, baby friend, that’s it, fuck Marla’s hot slit, God, yes, make me cum, baby, come on . . .” Streams of encouragement flooded from Marla’s mouth involuntarily. It wasn’t much longer before Marla came, her body shaking, and Kacie swallowed the flood of juices that poured from Marla’s cunt.

“That’s a good girl, drink all of Marla’s cum,” Marla cooed, stroking Kacie’s hair. “God, you’re damn good at eating me out, slut.”

Kacie stood up nervously. “Can I go shower now?”

“Oh, please. You really think we’re done now?” Marla laughed. “I’ll be back, darling. Would you mind taking off your shirt and getting your panties and such off your ankles? You won’t be needing them. Okay, now just bend yourself over the arm of the couch, okay? That’s it, spread those hot legs a little. I’ll be right back.” And she walked into her bedroom, leaving Kacie completely exposed over the edge of her couch.