Beauty and the Plug

As always I need to thank my editor, BeachBaby179 for her many contributions to this story. She always cleans up my stories, fixing my errors and inconsistencies and making the story much better than it would otherwise have been. Thank you, BeachBaby179.

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"Now, I can't wait to take a shower," I thought to myself.

I had just finished mowing my yard, and the hot Georgia sun was blazing down. I had started about 9 am on this Saturday morning, and had just completed the front and back yard some three hours later. Altogether I had nearly three acres of yard to mow and once again thought maybe it was finally time to get a riding mower.

Or hire someone to mow like most of my neighbors did.

It's not that I couldn't afford to buy a mower, or hire someone, but I used the mowing as a form of exercise. I had spent three years in the Marine Corps, then got hurt in a stupid "training exercise." At least "training exercise" sounded better than what really happened, because what really happened what I was playing left field in a softball game and stepped into a hole where a sprinkler head was supposed to be.

Some idiot had taken the defective head out and forgotten to cover the hole over. When I went back to get a ball my foot landed in the hole and my knee bent in a way that knees aren't supposed to bend. Our company was playing for the base championship against the three-time defending champions.

I was the starting left fielder and batted third, and when I stepped into the hole we were leading 5-2. I had already hit two doubles and a triple and scored three times, and driven in the other two runs.

I ended up having two different surgeries on the knee, but the damage had already been done.

And yes, the important part is, we won. I still have my championship trophy and had been named Most Valuable Player for the tournament.

The Marine Corps offered, and I accepted, a 20 percent disability, which works out to about $250 a month in disability pay.

Yes, I had a limp, but not too bad, and yes the knee hurt at times, but at least I could usually tell when a bad storm was about to move in. Before any kind of really heavy thunderstorm the knee would really act up.

Every day I would ride my bike for a couple of miles to exercise the knee, then on alternate days I would also walk a couple of miles. I also had a fairly extensive home gym I would exercise in every day. I considered pushing the mower over three acres of yard as a form of exercise.

As I was putting the push mower away, I glanced at a thermometer I kept outside the garage. It was already 97 degrees and it was only noon. I knew the weather folks were calling for a high today of around 101 degrees.

"Time for that shower," I thought again, then as I was about to walk inside I heard a car coming up the driveway.

As soon as I saw the green Mini Cooper I knew it was Kim, my step-daughter's best friend.

I started smiling as soon as I saw the car because Kim was one of those bright, bubbly personalities whose usual smiles and good spirits simply brightened the day of anyone who saw her.

Not to mention that she was an absolute knock-out. I mean simply drop-dead gorgeous!

Megan, my step-daughter was very pretty, really beautiful in her own right and reminded me so much of her mother it sometimes hurt. Tall and naturally blonde, with a very slender figure, but Kim was almost the opposite. Kim was short (about 5'2"), dark haired and had an hour-glass figure. Kim literally had the face and body of a model.

When anyone saw the two of them together, they couldn't help but spend more time gazing at Kim. Megan was beautiful, but Kim was extraordinary.

I had taken my shirt off while cutting the grass so I quickly slipped it back on, then walked over to Kim's car.

I think this was the only time I had ever seen Kim when she wasn't smiling. In fact my first thought was she is just a few seconds away from crying.

"What's wrong, Kim, what's wrong?" I asked, very concerned.

"Mr. 'C', is Megan here?" she asked in what was almost a pleading voice.

"No, Kim, one of her friends called her early this morning and they went to Six Flags," I explained. Six Flags is an amusement park near Atlanta.

Kim started crying, with big tears rolling down her face.

"I kept calling her phone, hoping she was here, but she didn't answer," Kim said, between tears.

"Last time she went to Six Flags, she got soaked on Thunder River, and her phone got wet and was ruined," I told her, "so I am sure she probably left it in her car."

"Oh God, I don't know what to do," Kim wailed.

"What's wrong Kim, please tell me what's wrong and I'll try to help," I assured her.

"Oh, shit, Mr. 'C', I can't tell you, I can't tell anyone. I am so embarrassed," she finally said, crying even harder now. "The only one I could tell was Megan, and she isn't here."

By now I was really getting very concerned so I opened the door to the Mini Cooper and knelt down beside Kim. I reached out and put a hand on her shoulders and turned her until she was slightly facing me. From even that little body movement I could see Kim grimace.

"Look Kim, I know that you are Megan's best friend, but I hope that you consider me to be a friend as well," I began, and Kim almost smiled and nodded her head.

"You can tell me anything and I promise that I won't judge you, I won't yell at you, and if there is anything I can do to help . . . then I will do it. I promise. Now come on and get out of the car and come inside for a few minutes."

This time Kim did smile for a few seconds before her face turned beet red and she dropped her eyes.

"I can't get out of the car, and I can barely walk," she began, "My boyfriend . . ."

With those last two words, Kim's face turned even redder with embarrassment.

I think my face also started turning red, but in my case it was anger.

Megan had already told me more than I wanted to hear about Kim's new boyfriend. I knew Megan didn't like him. I mean really, really didn't like him. He was, according to Megan, very controlling and often verbally abusive to Kim.

Megan didn't think he had started becoming physically abusive yet, but from seeing the condition Kim was now in I couldn't help but think he must have really done something to hurt her pretty badly.

"Kim, I don't care what he's done, you just let me know and I promise he will never hurt you, never come near you again. Do you hear me?" I asked, and I guess she could hear my anger.

At first Kim just nodded, then started crying even harder before finally managing to choke out the words.

"This morning . . . this morning . . . he made me put something in my . . . my bottom. He told me I had to wear it all day. But . . . but now it is hurting so bad. I . . . I tried to get it out, but it hurts too much! I can barely walk, and sitting down and driving over here was like torture.

"Oh, God, Mr. 'C', what am I going to do?" she wailed.

Oh. My. God.

Was this incredibly beautiful young woman telling me she had a butt plug in her ass and it was stuck?

At that moment I was very glad she was looking down and not at my face. As hard as I tried to not let any emotion show she would probably still see a little grin at the thought of her "condition."

I mean, let's be honest. I try to be a thoughtful, kind, considerate guy, BUT . . . I'm still a guy.

In the last year and a half since my wife died, I have caught myself staring at my step-daughter's friend in something other than a simply friendly fashion. Hell, as long as I am being honest, I have caught myself staring at my step-daughter in something less than a fatherly way.

Right now, however, I knew Kim needed a friend. And I felt it was my duty to try to be that friend.

"Well, the first thing we are going to do is get you inside," I told her, as I undid Kim's seatbelt. Then I stood up and put one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, then carefully lifted her out of the Mini Cooper.

Despite my best effort I could both see and feel her wince and gasp in pain.

Once I had her out of the car I carried Kim through the garage, into the kitchen and into the living room.

I told her I would be as gentle as possible, but I was going to put her down on the couch.

She again cried out in pain as her bottom hit the couch and could see fresh tears in her eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder why it was so painful. I had never heard of a butt plug causing that much distress after it was inside.

I told her I would be right back, and went into my bathroom where I rummaged through my medicine cabinet for a minute. I finally found what I was looking for buried amongst the different medicines.

I walked back into the kitchen and poured some juice and then returned to the living room. I knelt beside the couch before asking.

"Kim, do you trust me?"

She nodded "Yes."

I handed her the juice and a pill.

"This is a muscle relaxer the doctor gave me last year, after I hurt my back. It is NOT a knockout pill, it is NOT a sleeping pill, and it will NOT make you unconscious.

"It will make you a little woozy, so you can't drive for at least eight or 10 hours, but you will be awake. If you trust me, then please take the pill."

See looked at the pill in her hand, then looked into my face for a minute before popping the pill in her mouth and drinking the juice.

"It will probably take about 30 minutes for the pill to start working, so I will just let you relax, okay?"

After she nodded that she understood I went back into my bathroom and got out a bottle of baby oil and started running warm water over it. Then I got some towels and washcloths and ran some hot water into a small bucket I got out of the garage.

After 30 minutes passed I grabbed everything and headed back upstairs.

Kim was still lying on the couch but now with her eyes closed.

"Kim?" I asked, and instantly her eyes opened.

"How do you feel?" I inquired.

"Well, like you said just a little woozy, but my butt (and her face turned red with embarrassment again), I mean my bottom does feel better. It doesn't hurt nearly as much. Just more uncomfortable now, rather than a sharp pain."

"Okay. Now before I start I have to ask you again. Do you trust me?"

This time Kim looked directly into my eyes before answering: "Completely."

"I have some baby oil that I warmed up and I am going to rub some on your bottom, trying to work it around the plug and hopefully that will make it easier to remove.

"I guess the easiest thing will be for you to lay down across my legs with your head and shoulders on the couch and your feet on the floor."

Soon, with only minimal discomfort, Kim was face down on the couch.

"I'll need to pull your dress up and take your panties off," I told her.

I could still see the side of her face and saw that Kim immediately turned bright red again.

"I . . . I'm not wearing any panties. Matt told me I couldn't wear any today. He said as soon as he got home he was going to bend me over the kitchen table, remove the plug and . . . and shove his dick in . . . in my ass."

I already didn't like Matt from what Megan had told me about how he treated Kim, and the more Kim revealed about his treatment of her made me start to really dislike him.

"Have you ever tried anal . . . I mean have you ever tried sex like that?" I asked, trying not to embarrass her any more than necessary.

Kim shook her head "No."

"He tried a couple of nights ago, but I wasn't ready and it hurt so much I screamed. He really got mad and said the next time he didn't care how much I screamed. In fact, he said would probably put a gag in my mouth.

"I guess the next day he bought . . . that thing, and this morning he made me put in. It hurt so much I screamed again and nearly passed out but he just laughed at me."

I was really, really, really starting to dislike Matt by now.

I pulled her dress up, and like Kim said, she wasn't wearing any panties. I think I must have gasped a little when I saw her butt. It was truly one of the most beautiful and sexiest I had ever seen. Even with the white plug sticking out of her bottom.

I continued to pull the dress up and Kim lifted her hips slightly until the dress was bunched up about mid-back, almost to her bra which I noticed was bright red.

"I'm going to rub your back and legs a little before I start," I told her, "just try to relax as much as you can . . . and don't worry. I promise I will not take advantage of you."

"Okay, Mr. 'C'," she said. "I do trust you . . . completely."

I spent several minutes just massaging her back before beginning rubbing the backs of her thighs. Several times I heard Kim softly whisper, "That feels good."

I was still wearing the shorts I had on while mowing and began to feel something wet against my leg. And no, I knew it wasn't just some excess baby oil. I could actually smell her arousal.

After several more minutes of massaging her back and thighs I knew it was time to begin. By now Kim was actually rubbing herself against my leg.

I poured some baby oil around the plug, then began working my fingers under the plug until I was rubbing against her completely filled anus. I heard her moan as I moved the plug in order to work my fingers underneath.

"Am I hurting you Kim?" I asked.

At first, she didn't answer.

"Umm, no, not really," she finally said. "Your fingers actually feel . . . really good."

By now my leg was almost drenched in her juices.

"Okay, now I'm going to try to remove the plug," I warned her, "this might hurt for a moment."

"Wait, Mr. 'C'," she said. "Do you think you can rub me some more . . . below the plug . . . lower down?

"I . . . I . . . I think I could relax even more if you do."

With those words she actually spread her legs apart. I drizzled some baby oil on my fingers, then began caressing her inner thighs, from her knees all the way up to her vagina. I barely let my fingers touch the lips of her outer labia, but that was enough to elicit a gasp and Kim began rubbing herself even more against my thigh while spreading her legs even further apart.

"That feels so good," Kim gasped, whenever my fingers would brush against her opening.

I didn't really think I needed any more lubrication, but I drizzled some more baby oil on my fingers before I started lightly caressing the lips of her vagina.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," I heard Kim whisper, then as I began pushing a finger inside her she began repeating, "Yesss, Yesss, Yesss."

After gently finger fucking her with just one finger, I pushed a second finger inside her. I was amazed how tight she was, even with her natural lubrication and the benefit of the baby oil.

"Ohh, Ohh, Yes," she gasped, "Please don't stop, please don't stop. I can feel it, I'm so close."

I began moving both fingers in and out, while twisting those fingers from left to right.

By now Kim was just moaning non-stop, with her hips moving up and down and left and right as she rubbed herself against my thigh.

When I reached over with my other hand and began rubbing her clitoris . . . well that is all it took and she almost exploded.

"Ahhhhh," she softly screamed into the couch. The muscles of her vagina were alternately tightening and loosening on my fingers.

I stopped for a few minutes, allowing Kim to come back down, before once again fingering her with my two digits.

Within just a minute or two I could tell she was close again, so I again began rubbing her clitoris with my other hand.

Her second climax was even stronger as she again screamed against the couch.

I again stopped for a few minutes to allow Kim to recover, but this time she began gasping: "What are you doing to me? I've never felt ANYTHING like that before!"

I continued my actions with my fingers inside her vagina, and knew she was close to a third orgasm. When I began rubbing her clitoris she had her most powerful orgasm and screamed even louder.

I could feel the muscles of her vagina clamp down on my fingers and then loosen, clamp down and loosen. When I felt her muscles loosen again, I reached up and pulled the butt plug from her anus. It made a loud "pop" as I removed it.

"Ahhhhhhhh," she screamed again, but I could tell it wasn't from pain as she had a fourth orgasm.

Her puckered anus was gaping open, and I could see inside some angry red flesh.

As Kim lay across my lap gasping, I told her I needed to try to put some oil inside her.

I picked up the bottle of baby oil and just drizzled some directly inside her anus, then used a finger from my other hand to begin spreading the oil inside her.

As my finger began spreading the oil around inside her, Kim's hips began moving again. I still had my first two fingers deep inside her, so I began alternating. I would push my finger inside her anus while pulling the two fingers out of her vagina, then reverse the action.

It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before the walls of her anus were closing down around my single finger, then Kim had her fifth orgasm of the day.

This one was very gentle -- at least compared to the others, but strangely I felt in some ways it was the most satisfying to Kim.

When Kim started to try to get up, I told her "Not yet.

"I need to try to clean you up a little first," I advised her, then added with a big smile. "Right now you have enough baby oil on your bottom that if you tried to sit down, you would probably slide all the way outside and down the driveway."

She didn't say anything, but laughed, then started looking back at me in a way I found difficult to explain.

It was a look of exhaustion, total contentment, relaxation, joy and . . . lust?

"I trust you COMPLETELY, John," she said. This was the first time she had ever used my given name. Usually it was Mr. C, or sometimes Mr. Carpenter.

Then Kim gave me one of her thousand mega-watt smiles and added, "Anything you say . . . or want . . . John, ANYTHING you want. I trust you completely," before lying face down on the couch again.

At that particular moment I don't think there was anything . . . ANYTHING . . . I wanted more than to ditch my shorts and start making love to this beautiful young woman. She had already told me that I could do anything to her.

The fact of the matter is, after nearly 30 minutes with Kim laying across my lap and using my fingers to bring her to multiple orgasms I had perhaps the most raging hard-on I have ever had in my life.

I was so hard I was amazed it hadn't burst through my shorts, and I knew Kim could feel it pressing against her lower stomach.

Instead I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the bucket of hot water. Actually, after 30 minutes the water wasn't hot any longer, but was still warm. After wringing out the excess water I added a little soap and began washing her back and legs, where I had massaged the baby oil into her.

She almost immediately began softly sighing and I could both feel and see her rubbing herself against me.

When I washed between her butt cheeks and across her puckered anus I felt Kim tense up, then almost immediately relax again as she spread her legs even further apart.

"Anything . . . anything you want John," she repeated.

Oh God! Anything I wanted!

What I wanted was to bury my face between her legs, fill her sweet pussy with my tongue, lap her puckered anus, and then slam my dick into all three holes of this beautiful woman!

She had already given me permission to do all three things, and the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life was to ignore the beast within me, the beast that wanted me to take this woman and use her as my personal plaything.

My self-control was slipping away and I knew I was only minutes, probably seconds away from throwing her down on the couch and letting the beast take over.