Foster's Home & The Winking Eye

Chapter 2: Where Mac Accepts His Punishment

They came out of the vents someplace on the second floor at the back of the mansion. Mac knew there was a bathroom nearby and they headed for it… still not talking, lost in his thoughts. Mac pushed the door open for Goo to enter (always polite, even when totally ashamed of himself). He’d wait for her to finish, but was totally surprised when she grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him in with her, locking the door behind them.

He was even more surprised when she swung him against the wall and kissed him. Kissed him hard. Kissed him long. Shyly at first, her tongue penetrated his mouth. Then forcefully. Mac couldn’t ignore that, his tongue pushed back. Actually. It was kind of nice. And it went on for a while, which was kind of nice too.

Kind of ‘very nice’.

She pushed him to the floor. “Whaaa?” She had taken off her soot stained rainbow tshirt. Her chest was a light mahogany, while her arms, legs and face were a darker color (when not covered by dust and soot). But her nipples. “Oh God!” Mac moaned. Although there were only the faint outlines of her developing breasts, her nipples were dark, dark brown berries. Almost black. Big juicy dark berries.

The winking pirate hat was on the floor now, it seemed to be watching Goo as she unhooked her denim skirt. Her panties were white.

She sat on Macs chest, driving the breath from him momentarily. Her knees were on his shoulders, pinning him to the floor. Her panties were close to his face now.

“Goo!?! What are you doing”?

She moved her left hand to her right nipple and gently stroked it with a grubby fingernail a few times. Mac’s eyes grew wide, her nipple seemed to grow, change shape slightly. There was an indentation in the center. This was so different from Frankie’s nipples, seen from a distance.

“This is your punishment… for what you did to me… before.” She scooted forward on the prone boy. Her knees had locked his head in place. Her panties (“Oh God,” Mac repeated) was just a hair’s breadth from his mouth, his nose.

In Mac’s mind (remember, he was still just a kid), when you did something bad, you couldn’t make it right until you said you “were sorry” and really, really meant it… and were punished. Once you accepted your punishment, things could go back to normal. The bad thing you did no longer existed. It was over, forgotten! (Too many adults still think that, too).

“I’m sorry Goo.” Then, “Go ahead”

He was dizzy. The panties were moist. He had been breathing in Goo’s musky sweet/spicy girl scent. The panties had outlined her cunny in a warm moist steam. Mac was hypnotized. She pressed herself against his face.

“Lick it… Lick me!” the girl said.

“I guess I have to,” Mac knew. “The only way to make it better.” Mac’s tongue came out. Tasted the damp satiny fabric. He knew her slit was back there. He licked a little… then more. “OMG!” as he began to try to find a way past the panty.

He wanted to be punished more.

Goo had both hands now on her nipples, she looked down through hooded eyes as Mac struggled. She was getting wet. Wetter.

She knew all about orgasms, everything except what one might feel like. She had rolled her eyes and thought her Mom was exaggerating when she had described them during “The Talk”. The special books for girls described them in simple, but clinical detail. But nothing came close to the actual feelings that were growing inside her.

She paused for a moment, shifted her body and pulled her panties down… And off.

Mac, all wide-eyed surprise saw her slit, the tiny protruding lips. The surrounding flesh that was darker than the rest of her skin. But the lips and folds were pink, bright shining pink, moist with seeping white foam. She grabbed his hair and forced his face into her cunt. She didn’t need to force him. He was eager for this part of her punishment.

Mac may not have known what he was doing, but he must have been doing something right! Goo squirmed and moaned and giggled and shimmied and shook and began humping herself into his face so hard, Mac heard his nose make a cracking sound.

Mac wasn’t having it all his own way. His he‘rection was back. Painful. So painful. He needed to touch himself. Now! But couldn’t.

Goo was riding out her first orgasm on his face. She was biting her lips, trying to stifle the yell that threatened to burst from her throat. She thought she would shout house down! It finally passed. Panting, trying to draw in breath.

She didn’t squirt, not like Mac did, not like Frankie had done. But she came and came and came, hard, wet and sweet in Mac’s face. Mac’s sweet dirty face.

She saw his distress. “OhNoDidIHurtYouMac?” breathless. She rolled off him and saw his bring his hands to his groin. He pulled his knees up to his chest.

“WaitWaitWait!” She pulled his pants and underwear down in a single tug. His dick was hard and sprang up like a missile. She was afraid to touch it. She was afraid not to. He braids were drooping in her face and she pushed them aside. Without thinking, she leaned over and gave his dick a nice little kiss. Then a nicer one. She took him in her mouth and decided it was the nicest thing she could do for her “boyfriend”.

Mac was her boyfriend now. She soon had a belly full of cum to prove it!

Mac was no longer in pain, but there was a worried look on his face. “Goo. You swallowed all my ‘stuff’! You might get pregnant!”

She looked at him for a moment… puzzled… then began to giggle. Then laugh. “AreYouAnIdiotOrSomething?”

Well, Terrance had told him that. Goo updated Mac ‘s education. They hadn’t done anything that might cause that… The word “yet” seemed to hang in the air.

The pirate hat with the winking eye, took it all in.