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Mama Bear's pussy had pale outer lips and pink inner ones, and I could just see the wrinkly place that I knew hid her clit. That was where she wanted my tongue. I knew that because I had one too, and I wanted someone's tongue there right this moment. None of my past lays, if you can call them that, had gone down on me: I wouldn't let them, anymore than I had gone down on them.
I had become a naughty girl, though. I had to do as my bears told me, and I had to earn any pleasure they might bestow. I didn't get to have Mama, or Papa, or Baby kiss me down there, because I had broken into their house and eaten their food and ruined their things.
I breathed in through my nose, and the scent of the major's arousal made me feel faint. She had both hands on my head, now. She pressed more firmly. The sergeant's hand worked my pussy more insistently, his thumb pressing inside my anus suddenly.
I let out a sob and bent my head and put out my tongue to lick tentatively at the place Mama Bear's clit lay concealed. From far up above, I heard her take a deep breath, and I felt it in her body, so very different from a man's despite its military hardness. I flicked my tongue gently at the spot I felt sure she needed friction as much as I did, and I tasted the saltiness and the musk.
I heard a little whine of shame and desperate need emerge from my nose. Then, as if in answer, I heard a kind of satisfied sigh from my new Mama, as if she liked the taboo thing I was doing to her furry pussy.
Her hands pushed a little more firmly, and I let out a pleading whimper as I felt her press my whole face deeper between her thighs. she closed her legs a little, as if to confine me and to make sure I understood who was in control, where her private parts were concerned… who would be in control, always, when Mama decided to teach me a lesson this way, by forcing me to give forbidden pleasure.
I moved my tongue lower, and I licked frantically along her complicated, tender inner lips. The taste of the major's arousal grew stronger, her juices more abundant. Baby Bear's hand worked me steadily, but he could clearly tell from my helpless movements and my involuntary noises exactly when to still his fingers so as to make sure I wouldn't come. I started to sob into Mama's pussy… her cunt… pleading with the master sergeant to let me have a little more, just a little more…
Surely I've earned something, I thought, as the pressure of his huge, strong hand renewed the soreness he had bestowed on my spanked bottom cheeks.
The major's grip on the back of my head got even more forceful, and she started to buck her hips so that she could use my face the way I could imagine she would use a sex toy. She rubbed her clit, her labia, even her anus against my chin, my nose, my lips, without any thought for my comfort. Her sighs became grunts.
"That's it, you little slut," the colonel said behind me. "That's how you serve your Mama. Master Sergeant, that ass is getting a little paler than I'd like."
"No!" I tried to say, but it came out as a futile, animal cry of protest even as I felt Baby Bear's hand come up off my bottom, away from my aching pussy, and then come down in a hard spank. I yelped into the major's pussy, my whole body bucking in a purely reflexive, utterly vain, attempt at escape. As if my punishment represented the acme of erotic enjoyment for her, Mama Bear cried out. The rhythm of her hips against my face became irregular, her hot, wet pussy pressing in little jerks against my mouth as I tried to use my tongue to please her.
The spanking went on, my screams muffled even to me by the strong feminine thighs that covered my ears, until it seemed the major had taken every last drop of the pleasure she sought from me. At last, she twined her fingers in my hair and ripped my face away, as if in disgust at my wickedness for pleasuring her.
Baby Bear's hand went right back between my thighs and the hot blush in my cheeks at having brought another woman to orgasm seemed once again to go straight down there. I cried out, my back arching, so close I could almost taste it, like the wanton flavor of my mama's privates on my lips.
Sergeant Karl took his hand away, and I collapsed over his thigh sobbing in frustration and humiliation.
"Well," Papa Bear's voice said from behind me. "I think you and I should follow Major Jarowski's example, Master Sergeant. Let's fuck our naughty princess before I cane her."
Mama Bear had pushed me off to the side, further towards the middle of Baby Bear’s bed. I turned my eyes up to watch her as she rose, elegantly unfolding her legs in their sheer green stockings, to stand over me. For some reason I felt desperate to know what she thought of what the colonel had just said.
She looked back down at me, a different kind of smile on her lips. This one still mocked me, but not nearly as much, because I could see satisfaction in my new Mama’s face, too. She looked so elegant and authoritative and, well, powerful that I felt my brow furrow with a strange need for her approval.
“That felt nice, princess,” she said, putting her right hand down to stroke my cheek. I whimpered at the softness of her touch. "You're going to be our special good girl very soon." Her eyes shifted away, clearly focusing on Papa Bear. "I would just make sure she doesn't come."
"What?!" I whimpered. I wanted it to come out with defiance, but behind the major I had just caught another glimpse of the horrible discipline horse. I saw that the colonel had laid the cane on top of it. I pushed up from my elbows onto my hands and I twisted around as much as I could, so that I could see him… Papa.
I let out a little cry of fear. Colonel Baer had taken off all his clothes, and he held the long, rigid length of his penis in his left hand, casually stroking it.
CHAPTER 9
Goldilocks
I turned my face to look at the major again. I beamed a protest and a plea into her ice-blue eyes. She pursed her lips and shook her head, the expression on her face turning almost sympathetic.
"Your first whipping is going to be a very important moment for you, Susanna," she said. "You must learn to welcome your lessons, no matter how painful."
Then Papa Bear spoke again.
"Mama is right. When you understand that good girls who take their canings well get rewarded, you'll be on the path to rehabilitation."
I tried to turn back around to look at him, but Baby Bear's left hand pressed down on my back, keeping me in place. His right hand returned to my burning bottom, his fingers once again finding the places that where his probing touch had started to seem shamefully familiar to me.
My whole body shuddered, and a sob burst from my chest. I didn't know how something so terribly wrong could at the same time seem to me so terribly right — not only right but absolutely necessary.
"But…" I whimpered. "But I'm not… I'm not…"
"Yes," said the master sergeant's voice from what seemed like very high above me. "You are."
