As I watched the girl eat, I wondered what a pussy tasted like. I decided to find out and withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. The salty, acidic taste and smell really got me going. My pussy throbbed and my little nipples became harder than ever. I put my hand back down and really started pinching my clit and fingering my cunt and lips hard. The one girl being eaten suddenly bucked her hips against the other's face. I bucked my hips into the air and stuck my tongue out, licking the air, pretending I was licking a pussy.
I collapsed on the couch and blushed, instictively covering my parts as I notice Jessica standing there looking at me with a funny look on her face. I was too embarrased to even say something and just hung my head in shame.
"What do you think you doing, Dianne?" Jessica demanded. I was too frightened to say anything. "Where did you get that tape?" I started to pout. She grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. Some tears were forming in my eyes. "Where did you get that tape? Answer me!"
I started to cry and blurted out, "From your dresser drawer. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry. Please don't tell my mom, Jessica, please. I'll do anything. I'm sorry."
"I'll teach you to go through my dresser," she shouted and, throwing down her purse, lifted me up, sat on the couch, and laid me face down over her lap.
The first crack of her hand against my naked bum hurt. She kept wailing at me and my ass stung. I cried like I had never cried before. Here I was 21, being spanked for misbehaving. After about 20 or so hits, she stopped. My ass stung and pulsated from the beating. She lay her hand on my cheeks and squeezed and rubbed. The pain intesified and then died down from her carressing.