A form of sexual behavior which has grown at a rather incredible rate over the past several decades involves what is known as Bondage and Discipline. Within the behavioral pattern there is a wide variation of practices, but all share a sadomasochistic base. In general, Bondage and Discipline involves relatively mild sadomasochism. This is the theme chosen by the author in NEIGHBORHOOD B & D PARTY, a novel which sets out to clearly illustrate the often innocent beginnings of what can become serious sexual deviation.
Psychologists report that many of the passive participants in practices involving Bondage and Discipline fall into two patterns: those who equate sex with sin in a confused version of Victorian morality and find themselves out of step in their contemporary society; and those who possess latent homosexual tendencies and use the behavior pattern as an outlet. Both of these patterns are illustrated in characters in this novel.
The author, however, appears to be more interested in calling attention to the jaded appetite syndrome of sexual sophistication. In a large number of the biographical accounts of couples who have entered the swinging world of sexual freedom we see references to a progression to more and more bizarre sexual practices. It would seem that the excitement of exercising sexual freedom fades after a period of time and many swingers drift into practices such as Bondage and Discipline in search of new thrills.
In this tale the author seems to echo the concern of many psychologists and sociologists today about the problem of personality disintegration often inherent in unbridled sexuality.
The final scene in this novel, which is meaningful only with all that has gone before, leaves one with an uneasy feeling. What has happened to Connie Merril, Wendy Costain, and even to their children? Are the heroes on the road to becoming villains? Where will they go from here? Perhaps this scene and these characters will cause each of us to look closely at ourselves.
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Chapter One
"Now your body belongs to us," Sylvia Landon said with an obscene chuckle. "We can do whatever we want to your body."
"And you will do whatever we tell you to do," Sylvia's husband, Howard, added, "or we will punish you severely. Do you understand?"
"Mike! I'm scared!" the naked redhead tied securely to the bed said in a trembling voice, glancing beseechingly at her husband who was standing stark naked next to the huge bed.
Wendy Costain, sitting across the room with her husband, felt a sudden surge of excitement sweep through her body as she watched her closest friend bound naked on the bed. What would they do to her? Wendy knew that Connie was scared. She could tell it from the tone of her friend's voice, and from the way Connie struggled against the nylon cords that secured her spread eagled on top of the bed.
"Silence, slave!" Sylvia snapped. "You will talk only when we ask you a question."
To emphasize her words, Sylvia reached out and tweaked the nipple of the attractive redhead's left breast.
"OUCH!" Connie protested. Sylvia's pinch was firm enough to let her know they weren't kidding! The pain passed quickly, but the aroused, satisfied expression on Sylvia's face frightened Connie. The woman obviously enjoyed hurting her!
"It's time for Connie's initiation," Howard Landon announced in a dramatic tone of voice.
"I think she should take both of you men on at the same time," Sylvia said slowly. "You can teach her how to satisfy two hard cocks at the same time."
"Yes, dear," Howard agreed in his deep baritone voice, "but I think you should warm her up first with your king-size vibrator. Don't you agree, Mike?" he added, turning to Connie's naked husband.
"Look, I..." Mike began.
"Mike agrees, dear," Howard remarked, cutting Mike off.
"This will be fun!" Sylvia said with a wicked laugh as she walked over to take a fifteen-inch long vibrator out of the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. "We'll see just how passionate you are, Connie darling!"
"Look ..." Mike began.
"Let me remind you of the rules," Howard cut in before Mike could finish what he was about to say. "You are to go along with everything we do to Connie or you will be tied up and punished severely. You agreed to that before we began."
"Maybe he'd like this shoved up his ass, Howard dear," Sylvia said, holding the long, thick, penis-shaped vibrator in her hand like a sword.
Howard and Sylvia looked at Mike for a long moment. Mike opened his mouth to speak, then closed his lips. Nothing had happened to Connie yet, and they had agreed to obey everything they were told to do in this first initiation into the world of discipline.
Sylvia smiled when Mike closed his mouth. She also made a mental note of how his prick had quivered when she mentioned shoving her vibrator up his ass. Later!
"Do you like your cunt vibrated?" Sylvia asked sweetly as she climbed up on the bed and crawled over Connie's bound leg to kneel between the luscious redhead's thighs. "Do you have one of these at home, Connie?"
"Y .. .yes. But... but not THAT big!" Connie replied in a frightened voice.
"Don't tell me you have one of those little seven-inch toys!" Sylvia laughed. "Why, those are for children. A real woman uses a big, thick, fifteen-incher like this, Connie. Here, let's see how you like this on your clit."
"OOOoooHHHH!!!!" Connie gasped when Sylvia brought the tip of the humming vibrator against her erect and quivering clitoris.
"Isn't that good?" Sylvia cooed.
Wendy Costain squirmed in her seat as she watched the attractive brunette hold the humming vibrator against her friend's pussy.
"God, this is sexy to watch!" Wendy gasped.
"Shut up over there!" Howard snapped, turning to face Wendy and her husband, Bud. "You are guest observers here. Guest observers are not allowed to speak!"
Wendy cowered when Howard spoke. Why did he frighten her so? He was right, of course. Although their friends Mike and Connie had invited them, they were allowed to be here as observers only-unless they are willing to participate, which they definitely were not until they saw what was involved.
Bud and Wendy had been swingers for almost a year now. When their married sex life had become boring after thirteen years, Bud and Wendy had joined a wife-swapping correspondence club. From the moment they began, Bud was an enthusiastic swinger. Wendy enjoyed the variety of sex partners in swinging, but never truly became entirely converted. She agreed to continue, and even to join in some orgies, primarily because Bud enjoyed it so much.
Four months ago the Costains met the Merrils, Mike and Connie, at a swinging weekend party and a close friendship developed almost immediately. The two couples met frequently and enjoyed sex together. They even shared a sitter for their children when they went to sex parties.
Mike and Connie were veteran swingers with several years of varied experiences behind them. Both were very popular. Mike was a tall, broad-shouldered Irishman with an open, friendly face and an excellent sense of humor. Connie was a petite redhead. Her five-foot-one inch tall body was beautifully proportioned. At thirty-five Connie's breasts were heavy and full, yet firm. The hair on' her pussy was the same natural red color as the long silken waves that hung from her head in graceful cascades over her slender, freckled shoulders.
It was Connie who had been excited about trying bondage and discipline with this new couple they had met through the club. She had wanted Wendy and Bud to join in, but Wendy had been afraid to agree until she saw what really happened in the bondage scene. Wendy had read so many stories about kinky people and the things they did.
And then there was the Landon couple themselves. Before tonight all any of them had seen of the Landons was a photograph they'd sent in the mail. The snapshot looked like two characters from a Charles Adams cartoon, or something from the Munsters. What surprised all four of them was the fact that the Landons were very attractive people in person. Their severe, forbidding appearance came from the way they dressed and groomed.
Howard Landon was medium height and a little stocky. It was, in fact, his stocky build that made him look even shorter than he actually was. His shoulders were broad and his chest was thick. His waist was neither slimmer nor thicker than his chest, which gave him a powerful appearance.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"
Wendy's attention was diverted for a moment when she heard her friend, Connie, moan with pleasure. Sylvia was running the purring vibrator up and down the length of Connie's slit, pausing every time she passed the redhead's now thoroughly aroused clitoris.
Sylvia's body fascinated Wendy. The brunette had pale white skin that almost seemed to glow in the soft light of the bedroom. Sylvia looked her age, thirty-five, but had the body of a teenager. She was tall and slender and her jet black hair brushing against her shoulders emphasized her pallor. Her breasts, Wendy noted, were large and soft, jiggling on her chest every time she moved.
Sylvia had the hairiest pussy Wendy had ever seen. It was jet black and very bushy, but there wasn't a trace of body hair anywhere else on her flesh. It was as if all of her hair grew on her head and between her legs.
Howard was also a very hairy person. In contrast to his wife's pale skin, Howard looked like he had a deep suntan. An even greater contrast 'was the amount of hair that covered almost every inch of his body. He reminded Wendy of an ape! He even had hair on the cheeks of his ass!
The part of Howard Landon's body that drew Wendy's eyes like a magnet was his prick. It stuck straight out from his groin at full attention while he watched his wife kneel between Connie's legs to run the vibrator over her cunt. His cock was long-very long-and thick-very thick!
No wonder Sylvia has a fifteen-inch vibrator, Wendy said to herself! Living with a prick like that would ruin her for anything normal! Wendy wondered what it would be like being fucked by a cock like that? She'd had her share of different size and shaped cocks since they began swinging, but never one that long or that thick!
"Now let's see how you like it up your cunt," Sylvia said slowly, bringing the tip of the humming vibrator to the hole in the center of the redhead's moist slit. "I'm going to stick it in your cunt, Connie, and slowly shove it all the way up you. Watch me shove this joy stick in your cunt, Connie dear."
"No!" Connie gasped. "No, it's too big! AAArrrruuugggghhhhhh! STOP! STOP IT! MY GOD, YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Wendy could feel the itch in her pussy begin to burn as she watched Sylvia ram the long, thick, plastic vibrator up Connie's vagina.
Bud Costain felt his cock surge as he watched the attractive brunette shove the long, thick vibrator up Connie's cunt. Over the past few months he'd fucked Connie enough to know what a hot box she had. Bud wondered why it was so exciting to see Connie tied to the bed.
It wasn't that Connie would refuse anything in sex. She'd do damned near anything! But seeing her bound to the bed, a slave to whatever desires her masters had, turned him on.
Bud almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Wendy's hand on his rigid cock.
"Sexy, isn't it?" she asked in a hushed whisper. "Christ, yes!" Bud replied in an even lower whisper.
Wendy wrapped her fingers around her husband's hard prick and slowly began stroking him as her eyes remained glued to the erotic scene on the bed. Thank heavens they had been allowed to undress while they sat here as observers!
Connie's frightened cries had now become low moans of pleasure as Sylvia slowly fucked her with the huge dildo. Wendy could almost feel the thing stuffed in her own vagina as she watched!
"OOoohhh!!!" Wendy moaned when she felt her husband's hand touch her pulsating pubic mound. He rested his hand on her mound and slipped his finger down into her steaming slit. As aroused as she was, Wendy knew that it wouldn't take much to make her climax!
"Is the slave good and warm?" Howard Landon demanded in a deep voice.
"Your slave has been reamed out and is awaiting you," Sylvia replied with a sinister chuckle.
Howard held his massive prick in his hand as he moved closer to the bed. He stood beside the head of the bed and slowly climbed up on the mattress on his knees so that he was kneeling beside Connie's face.
"Open your mouth, slave!" he commanded.
"What are you going to do?" Connie asked in a nervous voice as she stared in awe at the size of the man's cock. She'd never seen anything that big in her life!
"You are not to ask questions!" Howard snapped. "Open your mouth!"
Wendy saw Connie's lips slowly part to expose her pearl white teeth. Then her friend's mouth was open wide. From where she was seated, Wendy had a perfect view of everything taking place on the bed. She could see Howard's giant penis aimed at Connie's open mouth like a spear directed at a target.
"Let me help, dear," Sylvia said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Wendy watched as the brunette left the long, thick vibrator shoved deep into her friend's womb. Sylvia crawled over Connie's bound leg and took Howard's thick pole in her hand to guide it to the redhead's open mouth.
"Wrap your lips around this sweet piece of meat," Sylvia chucked as she pushed the swollen head of her husband's penis between Connie's lovely lips.
"Mike," Howard said in his deep commanding voice, "climb on top of our slave and fuck her while she sucks my cock."
Wendy saw Mike's momentary indecision. The fact that he was aroused was obvious. His cock was standing at rigid attention at his groin. Wendy saw him study the helplessly bound body of his wife on the bed. He watched Howard's cock penetrate Connie's mouth and then glanced down at the humming vibrator rammed into her twat.
Wendy squeezed her husband's hard, throbbing prick as she saw Mike lose his indecision and climb up on the bed between his wife's secured legs.
"May I remove the vibrator?" Mike asked quietly, remembering his role as slave to the Landons.
"If you don't," Sylvia added with her obscene laugh, "you'll stub the end of your cock!"
Howard and Sylvia laughed together for a moment as they watched Mike grasp hold of the long dildo and withdraw it from his wife's vagina.
Wendy saw Mike crawl forward on his knees between Connie's thighs. He held his hard prick in his hand and aimed it at the red crested mound where Connie's lovely legs met. How many times had Wendy watched him bring his cock to her own box during their swapping dates?
Mike was a good lover. His strong suit was screwing. Wendy squirmed in her chair as she remembered how good it felt to have Mike's cock stuffed in her.
When Mike brought his hard shaft to Connie's crotch and lunged deep into her womb, Wendy couldn't stand it a moment longer! She turned and leaned over to place her face in her husband's lap. Wendy had to have Bud's cock in her mouth!
Holding Bud's now straining organ in her hand, Wendy began licking it as she watched the thrilling scene on the bed. She could see Mike's hips bouncing up and down as he pumped his hard dick into Connie's cunt. She glanced up to see Sylvia's hand wrapped around Howard's thick, massive prick and saw her stroke it slowly while Connie somehow managed to take the swollen bulb at the end of his shaft inside her mouth.
A smile creased Wendy's lips when she felt Bud's prick begin throbbing like a drum beneath her hand and tongue. He's as hot as I am, she told herself. She remembered Howard and Sylvia telling them that they were not allowed to leave their seats while they observed, but wouldn't sitting in her husband's lap be the same thing? She could sit on his cock and feel it all the way up her cunt while she watched!
The sounds of Mike's energetic fucking of his bound wife on the bed covered the noise Wendy made when she quietly pulled herself out of her chair and moved over to straddle her husband's lap.
Holding Bud's hard prick in her hand between her legs as she faced the bed, Wendy slowly lowered her tail until she felt his hardness pressing against her crotch. Wendy looked down and guided his shaft to her hole, then impaled herself on it.
It was all she could do to keep from crying with joy when she felt Bud's prick worming its way up inside her vagina! It felt so good she had to bite her lip!
Bud Costain was equally hard pressed to remain silent when his wife sat down on his aching, straining cock. He wondered if Wendy was as hot as he was? He had to grit his teeth to keep from popping his nuts the minute when she slowly began riding his shaft.
The tension in Wendy's body seemed to ease when she felt her cunt stuffed with Bud's hard, throbbing cock. She was still very aroused, but it felt like she had brought the flames that threatened to consume her under control.
Wendy couldn't remember being this hot in a long, long time! It was if every nerve ending in her body was burning!
The minute she felt Bud's cock filling her vagina, Wendy returned her gaze to the scene on the bed across the room. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she watched Mike pound his prick to Connie's pussy. Mike was fucking her like a wild stallion taking a mare in heat! His hips were flying up and down as he thrust long, deep strokes into his wife's cunt. Wendy could even see the gleaming moisture of Connie's vagina on Mike's shaft as it rammed in and out of her cunt.
Wendy's eyes moved up Connie's body to where Sylvia was still holding and stroking Howard's massive prick while Connie held it between her lips. Why didn't Sylvia let Connie suck Howard's cock on her own? Wendy wondered. On their swap dates Bud said that Connie was super at giving a blow-job!
While Wendy watched, Sylvia reached over with her free hand and began caressing Connie's full, firm tit. She rolled the redhead's nipple between her forefinger and thumb and began stroking her husband's huge cock faster and faster.
While Wendy was still mystified about why the brunette was stroking her husband's prick while Connie sucked it, she knew that it was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever seen! They were using Connie's body at will. What did it feel like to be tied helpless to a bed while others did things to your body? she wondered.
"Fuck the bitch, Mike! Fuck her hard!" Howard said in a rasping voice.
As if it were a cue, Sylvia began pumping Howard's prick rapidly. She removed her hand from Connie's tit and reached out to grasp a handful of the redhead's hair.
Wendy was bouncing up and down on Bud's prick like an excited child, but her eyes remained fixed on the sight of Howard's thick shaft spearing her friend's mouth. It was obvious that Howard and Sylvia had done this before, that it was all part of something they planned, but for the life of her Wendy couldn't understand what they intended doing.
"Ram that cock up her cunt!" Sylvia cried excitedly as she held Connie's head by her hair and continued stroking her husband's long, thick prick.
"Now!" Howard grunted, throwing his head back like a bull.
Wendy saw Sylvia quickly pulled the swollen bulb at the end of Howard's shaft free of the pretty redhead's mouth. Holding it about two inches away from Connie's face, Sylvia pumped it hard in her hand.
He's going to come in her face! Before Wendy could even finish her thought she saw Howard's cock begin spurting thick, heavy globs of semen in Connie's face. Sylvia was laughing wildly as she aimed Howard's spewing organ at different parts of Connie's astonished face. Wendy saw globs of the man's come splash against her friend's eyes, nose, cheeks, and even into her still open mouth.
Wendy could see that Connie was struggling to duck the flood of semen aimed at her, but Sylvia held her head rigidly by the hair. The sight both disgusted and thrilled Wendy at the same time. She had never seen a man come in a woman's face like that before and she wondered what it felt like to be held prisoner while a woman jacked a man off in your face.
"Here, let's clean out your sinus!" Sylvia cackled, bringing Connie's nose to the tip of her husband's spewing prick and squeezing out a few more drops.
"AAAaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
Connie's scream of joy hung over the room. For a moment Wendy wondered what had happened. Then she realized that Mike was still screwing Connie, and Connie was cumming!
Wendy's control left her when she saw her friend writhe and scream with pleasure on the bed. She reached down and grasped Bud's balls in her hand and began fondling them while she rode hard on his aching cock.
"Christ, honey!" Bud groaned.
Bud's words brought the attention of Howard and Sylvia, who turned to see what was going on behind them. Even Mike, who had just withdrawn his spent penis from Connie's sopping wet cunt, turned to see what was happening across the room.
"Well, well!" Howard remarked. "Look at our guest ride that cock!"
Wendy saw that they were all watching her bounce up and down on Bud's prick. She felt her cheeks flush, but she didn't dare care-and she didn't stop! She was so hot she couldn't stop! Her cunt felt like a broiling oven!
"Oh! OOooooHHHHHHH!!!!" she moaned. Now that they were watching, Wendy saw no reason to keep silent. And even though it embarrassed her some to have them watching, she also realized that it served to heighten her excitement.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!"
"Our little drama seems to have turned our pretty guest on," Howard remarked with a chuckle.
"Wouldn't it be fun to have her as our slave," Sylvia commented with her obscene cackle.
"Yes, dear," Howard laughed. "And from the looks of it, I'd say that our guests are good candidates for bondage and discipline."
"Oh, definitely!" Sylvia agreed.
Chapter Two
Deep creases etched Bud Costain's forehead as he stared down at the company memo. This was his eleventh year with Hooper Metals and he knew how to read between the lines of memos from the home office. Bud did not particularly care for what he read in this memo.
When old man Hooper became chairman of the board and promoted Henry Silver to president, the organization of the company went through a series of dramatic changes. In the past six months alone three of the division offices had been restructured and key men had been shifted around.
According to -the memo Bud held in his hand, there would be even more restructuring in the near future. Bud knew that he would be part of the restructuring. He was, in fact, due to be promoted to division manager -a comfortable, eighteen-thousand a year position, which meant an increase in Bud's annual income of some three thousand.
That much was gratifying to Bud. Outside of a two-year hitch in the Army after he graduated from college, Hoover Metals had been Bud's only employer. A promotion, he reminded himself, is what most guys bust their ass for.
The problem with Bud's pending promotion was that he was going to be transferred. And this memo hinted where-Kansas City! The memo had compared the operation of the Kansas City division with Bud's Phoenix district performance and anybody who knew how Henry Silver operated would know that within a few weeks this memo would be followed by another naming Bud manager of the Kansas City division.
Two years ago, Bud would have welcomed the change-even been excited about it. But since he and Wendy had become swingers life in Phoenix had taken an exciting turn. He would be the first to admit that he and Wendy had become almost obsessed with swinging. How will Wendy react to a pending transfer? Bud asked himself as he put the memo in his file and gazed out the window overlooking Camelback Mountain in the distance. The most difficult part will be losing Mike and Connie Merril, their closest friends and favorite swingers.
The ring of the telephone on his desk interrupted Bud's thoughts and with a deep, resigned sigh he walked over and picked the instrument up to begin his day's work.
It turned into a long, busy day and five o'clock rolled around before Bud realized it. Driving home to their tract house just off Indian School road, Bud had to use the air conditioner. The incredible summer heat was behind them now, but the late afternoons were still uncomfortably warm. Once the sun set the night air would become crisp. Bud wondered if there was time for a dip in the pool at the tract recreation center. If you weren't out of the water by the time the sun was down it could be damned chilly.
"Hi, Dad!"
Bud braced himself as his fourteen-year-old daughter, Patty, threw herself against him and kissed his cheek in her traditional enthusiastic greeting.
"Hi," he said, very conscious of Patty's young, budding body pressed against him. A stirring in his balls made him feel guilty. Over the past six months or so Bud had become increasingly aware of his pretty daughter's ripe femininity. It began when some time ago she proudly announced that she had joined the braless movement. Her tits were ripe and full, standing proudly on her chest and pointing straight out with sharp nipples that seemed to be ready to burst through her sweaters.
In anybody's book, Patty had suddenly blossomed into a very desirable female. Her long, dark brown hair framed her slightly heart-shaped face to accentuate her natural beauty. Her waist was so tiny he could encompass it with both hands, but her hips were full and flared out to accentuate her cute little ass.
Patty's most exciting feature, from Bud's view, were her long, sculptured legs. She had what he called "showgirl legs."
"Going for a swim?" Patty asked as she hugged her handsome father.
"Might. Where's Mom?"
"At the pool with the Merrils," Patty said. "Mom said that if you agreed, Jimmy and I can go to the movie tonight. Can we?"
"Sure, if you can afford it," Bud laughed.
"I saved my allowance," Patty said quickly.
"How about Jimmy?" Bud asked, knowing very well that his twelve-year-old son hoarded money like a miser.
"Old moneybags?" Patty laughed. "He's loaded, as usual. As tight as he is, I'll bet he won't even buy me any popcorn," she added with her most seductive pout.
"Here, buy a couple of bags," Bud said, handing his pretty daughter a dollar bill. "What time will you be home?"
"It lets out at nine-thirty and we'll come straight home," Patty assured him.
Bud smiled as he watched her dash out of the house to find her brother. Then he went quickly to the bedroom and changed into his swim suit. There was at least an hour of sun left and he wanted a relaxing dip before dinner.
Bud waved at several neighbors when he arrived at the pool at the recreation center. He saw Wendy and the Merrils sitting near the far end of the pool and waved as he took a running dive into the clear blue water.
"Wow, that feels good!" he said as he swam up to where his wife and their best friends were sitting.
"Hard day?" Wendy asked.
"Busy."
"Maybe you should check your deodorant," Connie said with a laugh. "Just look at how you cleared the people out of here!"
Bud glanced back to see the several couples he had waved to when he arrived. They were all leaving. It wasn't unusual. The pool was usually vacant by the time the sun went down at this time of the year.
The three of them laughed at Connie's jibe. Wendy poured Bud a tall screwdriver from a pitcher she had brought to the pool and Bud took a lusty swallow before setting the plastic glass on the edge of the pool and swimming out to float lazily in the center for a few moments.
Wendy threw him a towel when he climbed out and Bud dried off quickly to join them in another screwdriver.
"The Landons have invited us all to a party Saturday," Wendy remarked after glancing around to be sure that they were alone by the pool. "Only we can't be observers this time."
"Honestly, Wendy," Connie said, "I really enjoyed it."
"You screamed your head off when Sylvia shoved that big vibrator up your cunt last night," Mike reminded her.
"Well, sure!" Connie said. "It hurt. I guess maybe I'm some kind of a deviate, but even the pain was thrilling. It's hard to explain, but the pain turned me on."
"How'd you feel when Howard shot his load in your face?" Wendy asked with a tiny shudder.
"Yeah," Bud added, "tell us what it was like being tied to the bed like that."
"It's sort of scary at first," Connie said. "I felt so completely helpless! I almost panicked for a while there, but then I told myself that it wouldn't do any good to panic. I was helpless and they could do anything they wanted to me. From the minute I accepted that on, it was really exciting. I don't think I can really explain it. You really have to experience it to know what it's like." "Try," Wendy urged.
"Gee, I don't know what to say," Connie laughed.
"Last night you said that part of it was not having anything expected of you," Mike reminded his wife.
"That's right!" Connie agreed. "I don't know exactly how to explain this, but in sex you always feel that your partners expect you to do something. Last night nobody expected anything from me. I had to obey their commands, but they did everything to me. I think that added to it."
"You mean that you didn't mind Howard coming in your face?" Wendy asked.
"Look, we've always been completely honest and I'm not going to lie to you," Connie said seriously. "I can't explain it, but when he started shooting his come in my face I had an orgasm! Maybe I'm some kind of a nut, I don't know. You should try it, Wendy. It's really far out!"
"Gee, I don't know," Wendy said, her voice heavy ladened with doubt.
"What did you think of it, Mike?" Bud asked.
"I thought it was a wild scene," Mike laughed. "Banging Connie while she was tied to the bed was something else!"
"What the hell, why was it any different than banging her normally?" Bud asked with a chuckle. "After all, you two have been screwing for years."
"I can't explain it," Mike replied, draining his glass and holding it out for Wendy to fill from the pitcher. "It was just different, that's all."
"It was different for me, too!" Connie added. "Much more exciting."
"You know that you love to have two cocks at the same time, Connie," Wendy remarked with a laugh. "That's why it was so exciting for you. You had Howard's huge prick in your mouth while Mike was on top of you."
"Oh, sure, that's part of it," Connie readily agreed. "And wasn't that prick of his something? My God, I've never seen one like that!"
"Careful, you're going to make us jealous and insecure," Mike laughed.
"I agree," Wendy remarked, "That was one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen! And listen, the way you guys talk about girls' tits you shouldn't mind us admiring a man with one fantastic prick. Just thinking about it turns me on."
"Me too!" Connie laughed.
"Say, our kids went to the movie," Bud said. "Why don't we go over to our house and ball?"
"I wish we could!" Connie said.
"My uncle is in town," Mike explained, "and we're having dinner with him at seven. Hell, we should be changing right now," he said as he looked at his watch.
"Why don't you come with us to the party on Saturday?" Connie remarked.
"Who's going to be there?" Bud asked.
"Just the Landons and us," Connie replied. "They've invited you. Sylvia called Wendy today."
"And you're going?" Bud asked.
"Sure!" Connie replied as she began gathering up her towels, cigarettes and keys.
"I just don't know," Wendy sighed.
"Don't be silly, Wendy," Connie said. "You'll enjoy it. Bud wants to go, don't you, Bud?"
"Sure," Bud responded.
"Are you certain?" Wendy asked. "Sylvia told me on the phone that this time we're going to tie up a man or two."
"That should be interesting," Mike laughed.
"You wouldn't mind that?" Wendy asked her husband.
"Hell, no! I wouldn't mind being raped a couple of times by good looking women," Bud laughed. "Same thought crossed my mind," Mike added with a smile. "Come on, Connie, we have to change and pick up my uncle at the Westward Ho."
"How about it, Wendy?" Connie said. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Well, if you're all going ..." Wendy reluctantly relented.
"Great!" Connie cried. "Call Sylvia back and tell her so she won't invite somebody else."
"Connie! Will you come on!" Mike said irritably.
"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming! I'll talk to you tomorrow, Wendy," she added as she left.
The night air became chilly as the Costains walked back to their house. The minute they were inside the house Wendy threw her arms around Bud's neck and within seconds they were naked on the living room rug making love.
After a long, hot shower and a leisurely dinner with half a bottle of California rose wine, Bud told Wendy that he strongly suspected that they would be transferred to Kansas City. At first Wendy took the news hard. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"After all, darling, it's your career. You've been with Hoover Metals too long to quit now. So if they transfer us, we'll have to go."
"Between us, Wendy, I don't want to go," Bud sighed.
"Well, neither do I!" Wendy replied. "It will be hell on the kids making new friends and all, but families go through this all of the time. I'm sure we'll make new friends in Kansas City. You know what I'll miss most?"
"Connie and Mike?"
"They're the best friends we've ever had."
"And great swingers," Bud chuckled. "God, I hope there are plenty of swinging couples in Kansas City!"
"Sure there are!" Wendy cried. "Remember that Midwest section of the club bulletin? It was loaded with couples. Where did we put that last bulletin?"
"Up in the closet where the kids couldn't find it," Bud replied. "By the way, do you think we should prepare the kids for the move?"
"I wouldn't," Wendy replied. "Not until there's something definite anyway. We might hint that we're thinking about moving somewhere in the indefinite future. Are we going to tell Mike and Connie?"
"I suppose we'll have to," Bud sighed. "It's too bad we can't talk them into moving back east with us."
"You could talk Connie into it easily," Wendy said. "She hates the heat here in the summer."
"But Mike is too involved with that company of his. They owe him too much in back commissions for him to leave them," Bud remarked.
"I'll bet he never collects," Wendy remarked. "That Mr. Rather is a bible-toting crook!"
Bud laughed at his wife's instant distrust of anyone who constantly quoted the bible and made a big show of being religious. When he first married Wendy he thought that her prejudice was eccentric but cute. Over the years, however, he learned that her observations were direct hits more often than not.
"Darling?" Wendy said softly. "What?"
"Let's hope that you're wrong." "About what?" he asked. "Being transferred," she said. "I really don't want to move away from here."
Chapter Three
"I don't see their car," Wendy remarked as Bud parked their two-year-old Chevy in front of the Landon's house. "I wonder where Mike and Connie are?"
"Connie told you that they might be a few minutes late when you talked to her this morning," Bud reminded his wife.
"I know. Maybe we should wait for them."
"Don't be silly," Bud laughed. "They'll be here. And what will the Landons think if they look out and see us sitting here in the car?"
"Well..." Wendy began nervously.
"Look, Wendy," Bud offered, "if you want to back out of this, now's the time."
"No, no!" she replied nervously. "It's just that I'd feel better if Mike and Connie were here."
"Come on, silly, let's go in and have a drink."
Wendy kept looking up and down the street as they walked up the front path to the Landon house. She was hoping she'd seen Mike and Connie driving up. What could be keeping them? And why did she feel so nervous about the Landons? She reminded herself of how excited she had been in this very same house just three nights ago.
"Hi!" Howard greeted them at the door. "Glad you could make it. Come in, come in."
Wendy took one final nervous glance back at the street and then followed her host and hostess into the tastefully furnished living room.
"This is our daughter, Linda," Sylvia said, introducing them to her twelve-year-old child. "Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Costain, Linda."
"Hi," the pretty young brunette child said, shaking hands with Bud and Wendy. "Gee, you're pretty, Mrs. Costain."
"Why, thank you," Wendy replied, losing some of her tension as she squeezed the young girl's hand in her own.
"All right, Linda," Sylvia said nicely but firmly, "you can go next door to see Barbara now. We'll see you later, dear."
There was a strange undercurrent between Linda and her parents that Wendy couldn't define, but she smiled as the pretty young girl obediently kissed her mother and father and left the room.
"What can I get you to drink?" Howard asked as Bud and Wendy sat down on the couch.
"Whatever you're having is fine," Bud replied.
"We drink brandy straight," Howard replied with a smile. "Okay?"
"Fine," Bud responded.
Wendy nodded her head, wondering where in the world Mike and Connie could be!
Being the perfect hostess, Sylvia brought in some assorted nuts while Howard poured their drinks. She could tell that Wendy was nervous and Sylvia paced herself carefully. She'd wait until they had a couple of drinks before she told them.
Howard caught himself staring at Wendy's luscious body as he handed her the small glass of straight brandy. He had a strong attraction for well-built honey blondes like Wendy. He could still see her bouncing up and down on her husband's prick that night they had been observers. Knowing that she was nervous, he quickly averted his eyes from her ripe tits jutting out in her blouse. Shortly she would be their slave and he'd use her lovely body any way he wanted!
The two couples exchanged small talk about their children and local issues in Phoenix. Wendy was surprised to see how friendly and poised they were. Their personalities were certainly different from the other night when they had been demanding masters in the bedroom.
"I wonder where Mike and Connie are?" Wendy remarked during a lull in the conversation.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot that you didn't know," Sylvia said.
"Know?" Wendy asked.
"That Mike and Connie can't make it tonight," Howard said, picking up their glasses to pour a fourth strong drink.
"Connie called about half an hour before you arrived," Sylvia explained. "She said she'd tried to reach you, but you weren't home."
"We went out for dinner," Bud commented.
"There was a death in their family," Sylvia continued. "Mike's aunt, as I understood it, and they're flying to Los Angeles right away. Both of them were upset that they had to miss our little party."
"And I'm sorry that they aren't here," Howard said smoothly. "But I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time, anyway."
"It must have been his Aunt Agatha," Wendy remarked. "She lived alone."
Wendy had a vague uneasy feeling, but she couldn't quite pin it down. For one thing, she was pretty high on the brandy. Neither she nor Bud were drinkers of much of anything except wine with dinner and the generous doses of brandy had them both sailing.
Wendy wondered if they should call the party off and make it for another time when Mike and Connie would be able to come? The idea pleased her, but she was worried that she would offend the Landons if she suggested it.
"No more, Howard," Bud said, placing his hand over his glass when his host offered to pour him another shot of brandy. "I'm as high as a billy goat now."
"And as horny, I hope," Sylvia said in her most seductive voice. "I know I am!"
"Why don't we go on back to our special play room?" Howard suggested.
"You mean the bedroom, don't you?" Wendy asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, no!" Howard said softly. "You've already seen our bedroom, Wendy. We also have a special play room for our favorite sport. Want to see it?"
"Sure!" Wendy said as brightly as she could. The vague, foreboding sense continued to hang over her, but she didn't want the others to see that she had any reservations. After all, she'd promised herself that she would go through with this.
"Follow me," Howard smiled, leading the way down the hall and past the bedrooms to a large family room they had converted into a sex center.
Wendy's breath caught in her throat when she walked into the room. On the floor in the center of the room was a king-size mattress, and at the four corners of the mattress were metal rings bolted to the floor. One glance told her that this was where the Landons tied people up.
The walls were painted a bright, Chinese red and were decorated with a collection of huge dildoes. Some had handles. Others had hundreds of rubber spines sticking out along the length of the shaft. Some were shaped exactly like the male penis, and some were even painted a very realistic flesh color.
"Do you like my little collection of toys, Wendy?" Sylvia asked.
"My God, I've never seen anything like it!" Wendy exclaimed. "Do you . . . use them?"
"Oh, good heavens no!" Sylvia laughed. "They're all authentic pieces. Collector's items, mostly. Howard has bought them for me over the years. They're just for decor. Personally, my fifteen-incher and a little one I have are all I'd ever use. They do make marvelous conversation pieces, don't they?" she said, indicating the devices hanging on the wall.
"I'll say," Bud added with a laugh. "I'm glad you like them," Sylvia replied almost sweetly. "Why don't we get comfortable? And why don't you be our slave tonight, Bud?"
"Why not, darling?" Wendy laughed. The suggestion sent a surge of relief flowing through her body and she relaxed. "You said that you wouldn't mind being raped by a couple of pretty girls-remember? Sylvia and I'll take good care of you!"
"Well .. ."
"Come on, Bud1, be a sport," Sylvia said in a coaxing voice. "Give Wendy and me a chance at that luscious cock I saw the other night."
Sylvia walked seductively up to him and boldly reached out to place her hand on his crotch.
"You're not afraid, are you?" Wendy teased, watching Sylvia fondle her husband's groin.
"Of course not," Bud replied, his prick throbbing in response to Sylvia's caressing fingers.
"Well, let's get these clothes off, then," Sylvia said in her sexiest tone of voice.
Bud laughed as the two women began undressing him. Wendy took his coat, tie and shirt off while Sylvia loosened his belt and unzipped his plants to pull them down over his ankles. When they finally had him stark naked, Sylvia held his rigid prick in her hand affectionately and stroked him.
"Stretch out on the mattress," Sylvia said, pulling him down to the floor. "OOoohh!! I can't wait to get you tied up so I can have this delicious cock!"
"Here, I'll help," Howard said, dropping to his knees and quickly binding Bud's wrist to one of the rings at the corner of the mattress with a piece of nylon rope. "You get undressed, Wendy, while we tie your slave to the bed. We'll have him ready for you soon."
Wendy's head was reeling with the brandy she had consumed. She swayed as she began slipping out of her clothes and dropping them on the floor. She couldn't remember being this tight in years! She really shouldn't drink that much brandy!
Wendy watched Sylvia expertly lash Bud's legs securely to the corner rings with nylon rope. Bud was now spread-eagle on his back on the mattress. The nylon ropes were looped securely around his wrists and ankles and tied firmly to the rings. He could hardly move.
"Now, he's our slave!" Sylvia said in her more familiar tone of master. "It is a nice looking cock, isn't it?" she remarked, crawling up beside him on the mattress and holding it in her hand. "Small, but nice. Why don't you lick it for him, Wendy, while I get out of my clothes? Get him nice and hot."
I get out of my clothes? Get him nice and hot."
Wendy giggled. She couldn't help it, she giggled! This was like a game. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and crawled up between Bud's widespread legs. His prick was at full attention, standing straight up and pointing directly at the ceiling.
"This is fun!" she laughed, taking her husband's hard penis in her hand and leaning down to begin licking his throbbing shaft.
Sylvia and Howard exchanged a satisfied glance and nodded at each other as they quickly began peeling off their clothes. Once Howard was naked he bent down and picked up two eighteen-inch lengths of nylon rope. Behind his back he handed one to Sylvia. Sylvia took the length of rope and held it behind her as she stepped up on the mattress and stood over Wendy's kneeling form.
"Is he good and hot?" Sylvia demanded.
"His little prick is as hard as a rock!" Wendy laughed, enjoying all of this without really understanding why.
"Good," Sylvia said. "Now, Wendy, lick my cunt and get me warmed up."
Wendy gasped and looked up to find the attractive brunette standing over her with her legs spread apart. Her hairy pussy was just inches away from Wendy's face. Wendy could even see her thick cunt lips beneath the thick bush of curly black hair. Had she heard her correctly, Wendy wondered in her alcohol fuzzed mind? Did she want her to kiss her pussy?
"I... I'm not AC/DC, Sylvia," Wendy said, wishing her speech wouldn't blur like this! "I mean, well, I don't make it with girls."
"Did you hear that, Howard?" Sylvia said with a nasty chuckle. "Wendy refused to obey my order. What should we do?"
"Well, I suppose we'll have to discipline her until she learns who is boss," Howard laughed. "We'd better tie her up."
"Hey!" Wendy cried when Howard and Sylvia suddenly grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. "Hey! Stop it!"
"Leave her alone!" Bud snapped. "I'm the slave tonight!"
"Shut up!" Sylvia snarled, leaning over and slapping his rigid prick hard with the flat of her hand.
"What are you doing!" Wendy cried, panic sweeping through her as she felt them bring her wrists to her ankles and begin lashing her hands against her feet.
It all happened so quickly that Wendy hardly realized what was taking place before they had her wrists bound to her ankles. Her left ankle was bound tightly to her left wrist by Howard while Sylvia performed the same task on Wendy's right side.
"There!" Howard remarked. "Now perhaps you can teach her to obey you, dear."
"Are you ready to eat my pussy, Wendy dear?" Sylvia asked.
"No! Untie me right this minute!" Wendy cried, tears welling in her eyes as the panic gripped her helpless body. She tried to free her hands and found herself completely helpless. The more she struggled, the tighter her bonds became! She choked off a scream of terror when they lifted her body from between Bud's helplessly bound legs.
"What . . . what are . . . you . . . going to do?" she murmured in terror as they put her down on a small mattress next to the large one on which her husband was held prisoner.
Without responding, Howard and Sylvia turned her over so that she was on her back. Because of the way her wrists were bound to her ankles her knees were bent and high in the air.
"Let's take a look at her twat," Sylvia laughed, grasping Wendy's knees and forcing her thighs open.
Wendy was in full panic now! She was absolutely helpless! They could do whatever they wanted to her, and she couldn't stop them!
"Not bad," Howard said casually, reaching down to run his finger up and down the blonde's slit. "And I'm sure you can teach her to obey us, dear.
We don't want to hurt you, Wendy," he continued. "But you must obey us and do exactly what we tell you to do. If you don't, we'll be forced to punish you."
Wendy was so frightened she could feel her flesh burning!
Chapter Four
"And now, Wendy darling," Sylvia said, "you're going to eat my cunt!" "NO!" Wendy cried.
"Oh yes, darling," Sylvia said firmly. "You will eat my cunt tonight!"
"I won't!" Wendy screamed in terror.
"I think you will, Wendy," Sylvia laughed.
Wendy's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she watched the brunette woman crawl around to squat over her face. She was looking directly up into Sylvia's hairy pussy!
"Bud and I will enjoy watching you lick Sylvia's cunt, Wendy," Howard remarked with a laugh. "Are you watching your wife, Bud?"
"Look . .." Bud began.
"Shut up, Bud!" Howard snapped. "Shut up and watch your wife lick Sylvia's cunt! If you open your mouth again, we'll make it very unpleasant for you!"
Bud was about to say something, but the tone of Howard's voice frightened him. Bud had to remind himself that he was their prisoner. He'd already tried to break his bonds and he knew that he couldn't move. Why in the hell did he ever let them get into this? Bud looked over and felt a twitch his balls as he saw Sylvia squatting over Wendy's face.
Bud had always wanted to see Wendy make it with another girl. He'd even suggested it at some of the parties they'd gone to, but Wendy would never have any of it. Right now, he said to himself, it doesn't look like she has much choice. Christ, why would they force her to do something like this!
Wendy's panic was consuming her as she stared up into the brunette's pussy. It was the hairiest, ugliest pussy she'd ever seen! Wendy struggled to move, but Sylvia reached down and slapped her face.
"Don't try to move!" Sylvia snapped. "You're going to eat my cunt, Wendy! Now! Oh! I'm just dying to feel your tongue in my twat, sweetheart!"
"NO!!" Wendy screamed.
Wendy saw the woman's hairy sex slowly begin lowering to her face. She could smell it! It had a strong, pungent odor that made her nostrils flare wide apart. Then she felt the coarse, curly hair touch the tip of her nose!
''NO!" she gasped. "NO! UUUmmmmmmmpphhh!!"
Whatever protest Wendy was about to offer was lost as her mouth was suddenly smothered by the brunette's hair crotch. Wendy closed her mouth when she suddenly found her lips covered with the hairy crotch of Sylvia Landon.
"EAT IT, WENDY!" Sylvia laughed. "Get your tongue inside my cunt and start licking!"
It was all Wendy could do to keep from throwing up! She found her nose pressed against the brunette's asshole and she could hardly breathe! She decided that she would die before she'd open her mouth and put her tongue in this wild woman's sex!
"Is she obeying, darling?" Howard asked. "Lick my twat, Wendy!" Sylvia snapped. "Get your tongue in there and get busy!" "Well?" Howard asked.
"Oh, dear, I'm afraid our Wendy just refuses to obey her masters. We'll simply have to discipline her! Will you help me, Howard darling?"
"Of course, dear. What do you suggest?"
"Well, let's see. Oh, I know! Maybe if you stick your cock up her ass, she'll be more submissive, Howard! Would you mind fucking her in the ass, darling?"
"Of course not, dear," Howard laughed. "Let's turn her over."
"NOOOOOO!" Wendy screamed when her mouth was at last free of the woman's hairy pussy. She tried to struggle against them, but they handled her body with ease and turned her over so that she was in a kneeling position with her bottom thrust high in the air.
"She has a nice little asshole, doesn't she?" Howard laughed as he crudely spread the cheeks of her buttocks and ran his finger slowly up and down her crack.
"She may even be a virgin in her bottom, Howard," Sylvia laughed "Is she, Bud?" Howard asked, turning to look at the man held prisoner on the mattress.
When Bud failed to respond, Sylvia crawled over and reached across his leg to grasp his balls in her hand. She gave them a hard squeeze.
"Answer, Slave! Has your wife ever had a cock in her bowels?"
"CHRIST!" Bud cried when she squeezed his nuts.
"Answer!" Sylvia snapped.
"NO!" he cried before she could squeeze his balls again.
"Well, well!" Howard chortled. "A virgin asshole!"
"That should be fun for you, dear," Sylvia laughed. "I'll lick Bud's cock while you fuck his wife in the ass."
"And a luscious ass you have, Wendy," Howard chuckled. "I'll bet that it will be nice and warm and tight!"
"Don't! Please don't!" Wendy gasped.
She was on her knees with her arms behind her, her wrists still securely bound to her ankles. They had forced her head down so that she was pressing her shoulders against the mattress. By moving her head to the side a little she was able to look back through her legs and she could see Howard kneeling behind her upraised tail His hairy body fascinated her! She'd never seen a man with as much body hair as Howard Landon! It grew in tufts like thick grass all over him!
Terror suddenly struck her heart when she focused on his massive, incredibly long and thick penis. He was holding it in his hand as he moved closer to her and the head looked like a swollen balloon! His prick was thoroughly aroused and fully erect!
He intends to stick that thing in my ass! Wendy suddenly realized. Oh my God! She had never allowed any man to put his prick in her bowels! And the way he was talking about it!
"No. Please, no!" she begged, tears of fear flowing from her eyes as she helplessly watched him bring his huge tree-trunk prick up between the cheeks of her ass.
"Are you ready to eat Sylvia's cunt, Wendy?" he asked with a chuckle. "NO!" Wendy gasped.
"Well, then, we'll see how you like having your asshole reamed out," Howard laughed. "It's such a nice, tight little asshole! This will be real fun!"
Wendy's heart pounded in her temples as she watched him crawl up between her legs. She saw him stroke his cock rapidly until a froth appeared on the angry red swollen head.
"NO! OH, PLEASE, NO!" she whimpered as her eyes followed the huge organ he brought up to her tail. She felt its slimy wetness as he slipped the head between the pale cheeks of her buttocks.
Then it was touching her!
"NO! Oh, God, NOOOOOOO!!!"
She could feel the swollen bulb at the end of his shaft pressed firmly against her puckered anus and she was filled with terror!
"Shove it up her, Howard!" Sylvia urged, holding and stroking Bud's erect penis in her hand while she watched her husband poise his cock at the entrance to the bound blonde's rectum. She knew how Howard loved to sink his huge prick in a girl's asshole. It was one thing Sylvia would not let him do to her. Not that she didn't enjoy being fucked in the ass occasionally. She did, but not by a cock the size of Howard's!
Sylvia also knew that this was one of the best methods of making a new subject totally submissive. Few girls, after having Howard's cock up their ass, offered any real resistance to obeying commands from their masters!
"NO! Please! AAAARRRRUUUUGGGHHH!" Wendy's anguished scream seemed to bounce off the soundproof walls and hang over the room. She had never experienced pain like this in her life-not even in childbirth! It felt like a thousand sharp knives had been rammed into her bowels and were ripping her flesh apart! "AAAAiiiieeeeeeee!!!!"
What made it even worse for the bound woman was the fact that she was watching it happen to her! She tried to close her eyes. She willed her eyelids shut, but she couldn't control them and she kept staring back through her spread legs to watch Howard's telephone-pole prick worming its way into her rectum. Just the swollen head had disappeared into her anus and there was at least ten inches of thick shaft left!
It was all Wendy could do to keep from fainting! The pain shot through her like a rocket, searing every nerve ending in her body. She struggled to free her wrists from her ankles, but her efforts only served to raise her bottom even higher in the air and present him that much better of a target for his animal lust.
"Is it nice and tight, dear?" Sylvia asked.
"Delightfully tight," Howard responded. "Wendy has a luscious ass."
"OH ... MY ... GOD!" Wendy screamed when he held her waist in his hands and lunged another inch of his incredibly large prick into her ravaged bowels. "I... REALLY ... CANT TAKE IT! STOP! Please stop! Pleaseeeeeee!!!!!!"
"You're hurting her, for Christ's sake!" Bud snapped from his securely bound position on the mattress.
"And you can't do a thing about it," Sylvia purred with a mean laugh. "Give it to her, Howard darling! Make her feel it!"
"AAAAiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!"
Wendy's will to resist was gone! The pain in her tail was so intense she wanted to die.
"I'll... do ... it!" Wendy cried when she felt another inch of his trunklike prick rammed into her screaming rectum "What?" Howard asked, maintaining his thrust into the beautiful tail.
"Yes, Wendy darling, you will," Howard chuckled. "But later. First, you have to be punished for refusing to obey."
"Pleaseeeee!!!! You're killing meeeee!!!!"
"For god's sake," Bud yelled, "she's agreed to do what you want! Stop hurting her!"
"My, my!" Howard laughed cruelly. "Your slave is very noisy, Sylvia."
"Is he too loud?" Sylvia asked sweetly.
"Clearly," Howard laughed.
"Then I shall have to teach him a lesson," Sylvia said. "Which one, Howard? The seven or the fifteen?"
"Oh I suppose the seven should do it, dear," Howard replied. "Just keep him quiet while I ream his wife's ass out, darling."
Sylvia giggled like a school girl as she reached over beside the mattress on the floor and picked up a seven-inch plastic vibrator shaped like a penis.
"What... what are you going to do?" Bud demanded when he saw the plastic instrument in the brunette's hand.
"Punish you for talking without permission,"
Sylvia purred. "Of course, some men don't think this is a punishment. They even like it!"
Bud trembled and struggled against the ropes holding his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the mattress when he saw Sylvia bring the plastic vibrator down to his helpless crotch.
"Are you .. . ?" Bud cried.
"Going to shove this up your ass?" Sylvia laughed. "Yes, Bud dear, I'm going to put this in your little asshole and ram it up your rectum! It would be better if you were on your tummy, but we'll manage this way. Ah, there's your asshole!" With terror in his eyes, Bud watched the brunette run her hand up between the cheeks of his buttocks. He felt her probing fingers search for and locate his puckered anus. Then he felt the cold plastic vibrator pressed against his asshole.
Bud couldn't understand it, but he was both terrified and very aroused at the same time. Being completely at the mercy of this attractive brunette frightened him. Yet he was filled with a strange excitement at the same time.
Even worse, Bud found that watching Howard ram his long, thick prick into Wendy's ass thrilled him. He knew that Wendy was in pain, great pain, yet the sight of Howard's prick penetrating Wendy's bowels made Bud's heart beat rapidly.
"Hey! JESUS CHRIST, SYLVIA!" Bud cried when sudden pain swept through his body with lightning force as she rammed the penis-shaped vibrator up his ass.
Sylvia's laughter filled the room.
"Holy shit that hurts!" Bud screamed.
"He says that it hurts, Howard," Sylvia said.
"Is it all the way up him?" Howard asked.
"AAaaaaiiiieeeeeee!!!!" Bud screamed. In spite of himself, he cried out when Sylvia lunged the length of the plastic instrument up his ass.
"It is now!" Sylvia chuckled.
"Good!" Howard sighed. "Now maybe he'll shut up while I give his wife one really good ass screwing!"
"Isn't it nice that we each have a slave tonight, dear?" Sylvia purred.
Wendy could hardly believe the banter exchanged between this cruel couple! For that matter, Wendy had trouble believing this entire situation! How in the world had they ever let themselves become involved in something like this?
Only now could Wendy begin to think. Until moments ago the pain in her bowels had been so intense she couldn't think about anything but survival! But now the pain was subsiding, gradually fading away. She wondered if it was the alcohol in her system killing the pain?
Glancing back through her helplessly spread legs, Wendy's eyes saw that Howard had managed to sink his tree-trunk prick to the very hilt in her tail. Her eyes saw this, but her brain refused to accept it. It wasn't humanly possible that her rectum could take the entire length of his huge cock!
Even more amazing was the fact that Wendy found herself becoming more stimulated by the moment! She could feel it in her vulva. Her fluids were beginning to flow in her slit. And her nipples were beginning to tingle the way they did when she was very hot!
She had to stifle a moan of pleasure when she felt Howard begin slowly moving his giant penis in and out of her rectum in a slow-motion screwing technique.
How could anything this disgusting and painful arouse her? Wendy made a conscious effort to conceal her building excitement from the man who was tormenting her without mercy. She'd never let him know that she was beginning to enjoy this horribly abnormal, animal act! She saw his hairy balls swaying between her legs and then felt them brush against her pussy as he stepped up the tempo of his thrusts into her ass.
"You rotten bastard!" Wendy gasped.
"Maybe you should stop, dear," Sylvia said.
"No," Howard grunted. "Her ass is too nice and tight. I want to drain my balls into her rectum and give her a lovely warm enema."
"Make her beg for it, then," Sylvia suggested.
"Oh, I will!" Howard laughed. "Indeed I will!"
Wendy clenched her teeth in defiance. She'd never give him the satisfaction of begging for it! Never!
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!"
She hated her body for responding like this! He had reached around and placed his hand on her pussy, slipping his finger into her moist slit to begin caressing her aroused and sensitive clitoris. Fires were sweeping through her body and she felt her flesh tremble with a building passion.
"Look," Sylvia laughed, "her husband likes it too! See how his little cock twitches and jerks!"
"You bitch!" Bud moaned.
It was true. He was hotter than hell! What had hurt so much at first now felt good! Bud had experienced a girl shoving her finger in his ass while she sucked his cock before, but he never would have believed that something as big as this plastic vibrator would feel good.
He thought that his balls would explode when Sylvia leaned down and began licking the swollen, throbbing tip of his prick while she moved the vibrator in and out of his bowels. He wished that he would explode and cover her face with his come! But Sylvia seemed to know exactly when to slow down and speed up so that he was constantly hanging suspended in space.
Wendy, meanwhile, had passed the point of return. She was so aroused her entire body was quivering and quaking with passion and lust! The penetration of her bowels was still painful and uncomfortable, yet she was so filled with a strange, intense excitement she couldn't stand it!
"OOOOOOOoooohhhh!!!" she cried when he boldly stuck his finger up her vagina while he screwed her ass faster and faster.
"Like this, Wendy?" Howard asked, burying his finger to the knuckle in her vagina while he banged her tail.
"AAAAaaaahhh!!!"
"Tell me!" he commanded curtly.
When Wendy refused to reply, Howard suddenly withdrew his finger from her cunt and held his cock buried halfway in her rectum without moving.
"Don't. .. don't stop!" she cried. "Do you like this?" he asked again. "Yes-you bastard!" she cried. "Please.. . please don't stop!" "Tell me!"
"I did!" she snapped.
"Say it!" Howard demanded.
"I... I like ... I like you fucking my ass!" Wendy said through clenched lips.
"That's better!" Howard laughed. "Now tell me what you want."
"I want... I want you to .. . fuck my ass!" Wendy sighed, recognizing that he had managed to break her completely. She no longer had a will of her own. She would do anything they told her to.
"And will you be our willing slave if I fuck your ass?" Howard demanded.
"Yes!" Wendy cried.
"Will you willingly eat Sylvia's cunt?"
"Yes, I told you! Please, don't stop now. I'm so hot! Please! Fuck my ass! OOOOooooooHHHHH-HHHH!!!!!!!!"
Wendy knew that she had lost. He had made her do it. He'd made her beg for it! But she didn't care! She was so hot she couldn't stand it.
Wendy hated her body for the way it had betrayed her, but she also knew that she was helpless to defend herself. It wasn't her fault. It was beyond her power to resist. Her hands and feet were bound and there was nothing she could do about it!
Wendy's eyes were locked with hypnotic fascination on the sight of Howard's hairy balls bouncing between her legs as he lunged his huge cock in and out of her bowels. The faster he screwed her tail, the louder his balls slapped against her steamingly aroused slit! "AAAAaaaahhhh!!!"
She could feel every inch of his lunging penis inside her rectum. The thick, ropelike veins that ran along the length of his massive shaft seemed to be gouging canals in the walls of her rectum. How could it possibly hurt and feel good at the same time? Why was she so terribly aroused?
Wendy was vaguely wondering whether she could come this way when the lunging thing in her ass suddenly exploded with the force of a firehose. His hot cream seemed to scald the walls of her bowels and trigger one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced!
"AAAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!!!"
Her heart was beating against her temples as she continued to come and come while his hot semen flooded her anal canal and began to ooze out of her painfully stretched anus to run down her legs.
As disgusting as it was, even the trickles of his thick come running down her thighs thrilled Wendy. Her body continued to quake longer after the final spurts had erupted from the huge penis buried in her bowels.
"Golly, she sure like that!"
The fact that this was a different voice speaking registered deep in Wendy's consciousness, but she was to spent to realize that there was now someone else in the room.
Chapter Five
Bud was the first to see the Landons' daughter, twelve-year-old Linda, enter the room. He watched her walk quietly in and close the door behind her. She was stark naked.
Bud stared at the twelve-year-old girl's body and felt the passion sweeping through his veins surge! Her skin was the same pale color as her mother's. Linda's body was in the pubescent stage of budding. Her tits were small but pointed and rode high on her slender chest.
When he dropped his eyes to her triangle, Bud saw that she was just developing her bush. He could see her young slit plainly beneath the sparse covering of her young pubic hair. Her body was firm, yet somehow seemed to be covered with a light layer of baby fat.
At first Bud thought that the young girl had come into the room by accident, that she had somehow stumbled onto what her parents were doing. But the fact that she was naked told him that this was no accident! She was part of the whole thing! Howard and Sylvia had trained their twelve-year-old daughter, for God's sake!
How could they? She was just a child! A damned sexy child, he had to admit. Just the sight of her nude body had turned him on high burner! What would it be like having sex with a girl that young? he wondered.
"Oh, hello darling," Sylvia said casually as she continued shoving the plastic vibrator in and out of Bud's asshole while she slowly licked the swollen, throbbing head of his rigid, quivering prick.
"Hi, Linda!" her father greeted.
"My God!" Wendy gasped when she opened her eyes and saw the naked young girl standing near the mattress.
"She must have been very bad to be punished like that," Linda remarked casually. "And were you bad, too, Mr. Costain?" she added with a smile as she turned to look at the man tied helpless to the mattress.
"They both have to be taught who is master," Sylvia said slowly. "Here, Linda, you screw Bud with this for a while. Wendy is anxious to lick my cunt. Aren't you, Wendy?"
Wendy couldn't believe her eyes and ears. Was that really their twelve-year-old daughter standing there? Were they really talking like that in front of her? And were they seriously going to let the young child join in?
"Answer Sylvia, Wendy!" Howard commanded. "And remember your promise, or we'll have to find a new punishment for you. Perhaps we can even experiment with one of those devices," he added, glancing meaningfully at the wall.
"No!" Wendy gasped.
"Does that mean you're not anxious to eat Sylvia's cunt?" Howard demanded.
"No! I mean, yes!"
"Just what do you mean, slave?"
"Yes, yes! I'm . . . I'm anxious to lick Sylvia's cunt!" Wendy said quickly. There was no resistance left in her now. She was their slave and she knew it! She would do whatever they told her to do. She was terrified not to! What new discoveries would she make of her body if they did horrible things to her? Would she find that she was a latent deviate? No. No! She'd do anything they asked.
"Good!" Sylvia remarked. "I'm dying to feel your sweet tongue in my crack, Wendy. Here, Linda. Take this and work on Mr. Costain. But don't let him come yet. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mom," the twelve-year-old girl giggled.
"Just keep him as hot as I can without letting him pop his nuts, right?"
"Right, darling!" Sylvia said, the pride she felt for her well trained daughter obvious in her voice.
Wendy saw Sylvia hand her child the seven-inch vibrator as Linda crawled between Bud's bound legs.
"Do you like this shoved up your ass, Mr. Costain?" Linda asked in a sweetly innocent voice. "Gee, your prick is sure hard, isn't it? I guess you must love it. Here!"
"Uuuuuummmmphhhhh!" Bud grunted when the sweet young pubescent girl casually brought the tip of the vibrator to his asshole and thrust it to the hilt in his bowels.
A new terror gripped Wendy when she saw Sylvia walk over to stand above her with her legs spread apart so that Wendy had a clear view of her hairy sex. Could she go through with it? Wendy had seen girls eat girls at some of the swinging parties they had attended, but she could never imagine herself doing it! Could she? Could she actually put her tongue in the brunette's hairy pussy?
"Is she submissive enough that we can untie her?" Sylvia asked, reaching down to obscenely spread the lips of her pussy for Wendy's staring eyes.
"Let's ask her," Howard said. "How about it, Wendy? Are you ready to eat Sylvia's cunt if we untie you?"
Wendy hesitated only a fraction of a second before replying. She found the act repulsive, but she knew that she would do anything to have them untie her!
"Yes," she said.
"Of course if she gives us any trouble at all," Howard said, "we can easily overpower her and tie her up again. And if that happens we won't be nearly as nice as we've been!"
Wendy vowed that she would not give them an opportunity to prove that last statement to her. If they thought that the pain Howard had inflicted on her ass with his massive prick was nice, what would they do to her if she disobeyed now?
She watched them untie the knots in the nylon ropes that held her wrists bound securely to her ankles. When she was at last free, she immediately began rubbing the circulation back into her hands and feet. She had tightened the knots so in her struggles that she had practically cut off her circulation to her extremities.
While Wendy was rubbing her wrists and ankles, Howard Landon brought a collapsible arm chair out of the closet and carried it across the room to set it up next to the large mattress.
"I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in this," he said to Sylvia. "Your slave can kneel between your legs."
"Thank you, dear," Sylvia remarked sweetly.
The chair had been positioned so that Bud had a perfect view of what was about to happen. It was only with the greatest of will that he managed to remove his eyes from the thrilling sight of the darling nymphet kneeling between his legs and licking the head of his aching prick while she screwed the vibrator in and out of his asshole.
He saw Sylvia sit down in the chair and scoot her tail far forward so that her hairy cunt was extended out from the seat. Then she spread her legs obscenely wide apart so that her entire twat was completely exposed.
Bud wondered what was in Wendy's mind when he glanced over and saw her staring open-mouth at Sylvia's exposed cunt. Would she go through with it? Why did the prospect of watching his wife forced to lick a woman's cunt excite him so?
"Come, slave!" Sylvia commanded. "Crawl over here and stick your loving tongue in my pussy!"
Wendy's body obeyed instantly, even though her mind rebelled at the thought of, placing her mouth on the other woman's sex. She knew it was because her will to resist was gone. She was under their power!
She crawled slowly over to kneel between the brunette's obscenely spread thighs. Her eyes seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of the woman's hairy pubic mound. Sylvia had the thickest bush Wendy had ever seen! Her coarse pubic hair grew like a dark jungle between her legs.
"Eat it!" Sylvia said.
The brunette's odor assailed Wendy's nostrils and made them flare wide when she leaned forward to bring her face close to Sylvia's crotch. She took a deep breath with a sigh and slowly buried her face in the thick bush of Sylvia's pussy.
Wendy's body shuddered as she willed her tongue between her lips and slipped it into the woman's wet slit. The flavor of Sylvia's sex burst upon Wendy's taste buds and she was surprised to find that in truth it was very little different than the taste of a man's penis.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!! That feels good, Wendy!" Sylvia exclaimed when she felt the pretty blonde's tongue slide up and down her crack. "Lick my clitoris, dear! OOoooooHHH!! YES, THAT'S IT! OH, YES!"
Bud's balls began to rumble when he saw his wife's blonde head buried in the brunette's crotch. Sylvia's moans were also very exciting to him.
Even more exciting, however, was the way Sylvia's pretty twelve-year-old daughter was licking the length of his shaft while she slowly moved the vibrator in and out of his bowels! He was surprised to see that Linda had her mother's instinct and control. Every time he came close to an orgasm, Linda stopped and waited until he cooled down before she began again.
His nuts ached so much he thought he was going to scream, beg the child to let him come! Whatever guilt he felt about letting a child do these things to him was pushed aside with the very real fact that he was helpless to stop her. She could do whatever she wanted to him. He was bound securely to the bed and couldn't move if he had to!
"OOOOooohhhh!!!" Sylvia moaned, placing her hands lovingly on Wendy's head. "Wendy, darling, you really know how to eat a girl's twat! God, that's so good! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"
Wendy hated the woman for saying these things. She knew damned well that this was Wendy's first time for anything like this. All she was doing was making her sound experienced in order to embarrass her!
Wendy was em harassed enough as it was! Here she was forced to kneel before this woman and lick her sex like a slave, and she was becoming aroused doing it! Even in her alcohol hazed brain Wendy knew what was happening. She was becoming aroused! She could feel it between her legs, that familiar itch that always began in her vulva. And her breasts were becoming warm as her nipples tingled with excitement.
What was happening to her? Was it because she was so obviously pleasing Sylvia that she was turning on? Or was she a latent lesbian just finding her true calling?
"Aaaaahhhh!! You're so good, Wendy," Sylvia moaned, "I'm going to let you eat me off, darling! OOOOOooooohh!!!! Keep licking my clit like that and it won't be long, dear!"
"Perhaps if she is so good," Howard laughed, dropping to his knees behind the kneeling blonde, "she should be rewarded while she eats you, darling."
"Yes, Howard!" Sylvia cried. "Fuck her while she licks me!"
Wendy felt his hands on her sex, but she didn't care! In fact, it felt good! Then she felt something huge pressed into her slit and she knew he was going to shove his massive, thick prick up her cunt. The knowledge made her mew as she continued eating the brunette's pussy.
"Golly, Mom," Linda cried. "Is she really good? Watching you makes my pussy burn!"
"OOOOoohhhh!!!" Sylvia moaned. "Yes, Linda, she is good! Very good! Why don't you sit on Mr. Costain's mouth, dear, and make him lick you?"
"Can I?" the twelve-year-old girl cried excitedly. "Of course, dear!"
"Go ahead," her father urged. "Give him a taste of that sweet box of yours while I fuck his wife."
"UUUuuurrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!" Wendy gurgled when her vagina was suddenly invaded and stretched by the biggest cock that had ever penetrated it. Her scream was muffled in Sylvia's hairy pussy as Sylvia held her head firmly pressed against her crotch.
"Look at Dad fuck your wife, Mr. Costain! Isn't that something to see? His cock is so big! It's too big for me, but they say I'll grow enough to take him before too long! Look at the way he shoves it to her!"
Fortunately the twelve-year-old girl had released the thirty-five-year-old man's prick at that moment. Hearing the child talk like that made the juices in his balls pound like a roaring surf! And watching Howard fuck Wendy while Wendy buried her face in Sylvia's hairy cunt wasn't exactly calming for Bud. He would have exploded if the child had touched his cock at that moment!
"Would you like to lick my cunt, Mr. Costain?" the pubescent girl asked sweetly.
"Linda!" Howard snapped. "How many times have we told you not to ask? When the man is tied down, he's your slave. You don't ask him to do anything! You order him to do it!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Linda said in a pouting tone of voice. "Lick my cunt, Mr. Costain!"
The whole damned thing was so unreal Bud couldn't believe it. But the young crotch lowering to his face as the child squatted over him was real enough! Bud's balls ached as he stared directly up into a child's cunt.
He could smell her sex and it smelled like soap and water as it had been freshly scrubbed before she came into the room. Beads of moisture that clung to her tender cunt lips told him that the child was truly aroused. This was no act for her parents. She really enjoyed this!
He felt her moist slit touch the end of his nose. Then she was sitting on his mouth.
"Eat my cunt, Mr. Costain, or I'll squeeze your balls until you shit!" Linda said as firmly as she could.
Bud needed little urging. He loved to eat pussy and he had never even dreamed he'd get a taste of twelve-year-old cunt! He darted his tongue into the child's crack and began running it up and down the length of her luscious, young slit.
"OOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!" Linda cried. The man's tongue felt so good down there!
Wendy heard the child cry out with pleasure, but it registered only in the back of her mind. Her body was almost entirely consumed by what was happening to her. Howard's giant prick was buried to the hilt in her cunt and his balls were slapping against her slit as he fucked her slowly and deliberately.
She licked and sucked Sylvia's hot, wet slit with everything she had. Her tongue probed the brunette's hole and then flicked against her erect and quivering clitoris. Sylvia was squirming in the chair and grinding her crotch against the blonde's face as she grew hotter and hotter.
"Fuck her, Howard! Fuck her! I'm... Oooooohhh!! .. . I'm so close! I want her to come at the same time I do! Hurry! Fuck her hard, dear!"
Wendy felt the man behind her double the tempo of his fucking to send his huge cock racing in and out of her hot cunt. She knew that the walls of her vagina would never be the same. They were stretched to their very limit to take his thick rod inside her womb. She felt so stuffed she could hardly breathe!
"Mama!" Linda cried. "I'm so hot! Can I make Mr. Costain come in my mouth?"
"Do you want to, dear?" Sylvia gasped, glancing over to see her young daughter riding the older man's face like a horse at a fast trot.
"Yes. Oh, yes!" Linda cried excitedly.
"Well, okay, Linda," Sylvia moaned, her attention once again brought back to the exciting thing that was happening at her crotch. How she loved to see her husband kneel behind a girl and fuck the hell out of her while the girl ate her pussy! She could watch her husband's gleaming prick slide in and out of the girl's hole and it thrilled her!
Bud heard the young girl ask her mother if she could suck his cock and he knew that he had to be dreaming! Things like this didn't happen! The thought of his cock sliding into the young child's warm mouth made his balls ring like a fire alarm!
The sweet taste of her young cunt was enough to drive him crazy as it was! He licked her with everything he had, probing her tight little vagina with the tip of his tongue and then mashing it on top of her tiny clitoris.
Linda loved to suck a man's cock! It was her absolute favorite thing in sex! She reached down and grasped his hard, quivering stick in her hands. Wrapping her small hands around the base of his shaft, the child leaned down and captured the swollen bulb at the end of his stalk in her mouth. As she drew it into her throat, Linda ground her pussy against his marvelous mouth.
How she loved to taste and feel a man's sex in her mouth! And Bud's prick was the perfect size. It wasn't too large, like her father's that made her jaws ache every time she sucked him. And it wasn't too little like some of the young boys at school that she had introduced to the thrills of a good blowjob. Bud's cock was just perfect.
It filled her mouth without hurting her jaws or making her cheeks puff out. It was thick enough to press her tongue flat without gagging her. And it had that great flavor of an excited cock that hadn't come yet!
"UUUuuummmmmm!!! This is delicious!" she cried as she licked it and once again slipped it into her mouth.
Wendy's body felt like it was going to burst and disintegrate! Howard's huge cock was ravaging her cunt and she loved it! Even the pain of her stretched vaginal muscles was thrilling.
"Now! Howard, now! Fuck her, Howard!" Sylvia grunted, holding Wendy's silky blonde hair in her fingers and pulling Wendy's face hard into her crotch. "Give it to her! Oooooohh!! God, Howard, fuck her! I'm commmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn- ggggggggggggggg!!!!"
Holding the pretty blonde's waist firmly in his hands, Howard poured his cock to her steaming hot vagina. He heard his balls slap against her slit as he banged her as hard as he could. He was surprised when he felt his balls begin to churn. Howard hadn't thought that he'd be ready to come again so soon, but he was close to a climax and he pumped his prick into Wendy's cunt with everything he had!
Wendy almost passed out when it happened. She felt Sylvia's juices spray on her face like a mist as the woman held her head prisoner and ground her crotch against her mouth. Then suddenly Howard's huge cock seemed to swell up inside her and explode.
"UUuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmpppphhh-hhhhhhh!!!" she cried, her mouth completely covered by the woman's sopping wet pussy so that her scream of joy was muffled.
She felt Howard's hot juices splash into her womb to trigger a series of all-consuming spasms inside her body. Now her cunt was flooded with his semen! She could feel it oozing into every corner of her being. Even her soul was flooded with his hot come! She put her arms around Sylvia's shapely legs and held on for all she was worth as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her entire life!
"Oh!" Wendy cried in a plaintive voice when she felt Howard's thick prick slowly slide out of her vagina.
"Don't be so greedy, Wendy dear!" Sylvia laughed. "Look, isn't it cute the way Linda is using your husband?"
Wendy turned to see the pretty young child riding Bud's mouth while she enthusiastically sucked his rigid prick. And from the way the child was sucking his cock, Wendy knew that it wasn't Linda's first time! She took it in and out of her throat like a real pro!
"Make him come at the same time you do, Linda darling!" Sylvia called out. "It's more fun that way!"
"She can really gobble a joint, can't she?" Howard said with obvious pride as he watched his daughter suck Bud's prick like a hungry bitch in heat!
"I taught her, didn't I?" Sylvia said with pride.
"Yep," Howard laughed, "and I can still remember how she used to get excited and bite my prick when she first began."
Wendy could hardly believe her ears! They were talking just like any other proud parents, but they were talking about how their twelve-year-old daughter could suck cock!
These exchanges also registered on Bud's mind, but he was too occupied to examine them at the moment. The young girl was driving him nuts with her talented, warm mouth. He couldn't remember having his cock sucked like this in years! She was attacking it like a child attacks a popsicle!
Another thing that surprised him was the way she reacted to his tongue in her young slit. She was hot, very hot! Her whole body was quivering. He'd thought that young girls didn't reach their sexual potential until much later, but Linda was certainly thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her.
Linda's young body began quaking with joy when she felt the man's cock explode in her mouth! She felt his hot juices streaming down her throat and she immediately came. Her young cunt was so hot from his lapping she whimpered and cried as her climax ripped through her pubescent body. Even so, she continued sucking on his wonderful rod until she had completely drained his balls.
"Was it good, darling?" Sylvia asked as she watched her daughter slowly allow Bud's spent cock to slide out of her mouth.
"Oh, yes! Yes, Mama!"
"Did he make you come with his tongue the way you ordered him to?" Sylvia persisted.
"Yes, Mama!" Linda sighed.
"That's good, dear," Sylvia said sweetly.
"Maybe we'd better release our prisoner," Howard remarked with a glance at his watch.
"What time is it?" Sylvia asked.
"Almost midnight," her husband replied.
"I had no idea it was so late!" Sylvia said. "We had a very full evening. Linda dear, climb off the man's face and untie the ropes on that side."
Linda lifted her leg and giggled as she crawled over to untie the man's leg. Once it was loose, she crawled up to the head of the mattress and untied his hand. Howard and Sylvia freed Bud's other arm and leg.
"Better rub your wrists and ankles," Howard suggested.
Bud took the man's suggestion and vigorously started the circulation in his hands and feet again.
"How long has Linda been helping you?" Bud asked as casually as he could while he rubbed his wrists.
"Let's see," Sylvia began.
"Two years now!" Linda said with a laugh.
"That's when we began, dear," Sylvia corrected, "but back then you only joined Daddy and I when we were alone-remember?"
"That's right," Howard said. "Your first party with others was last fall."
"With the Harrisons!" Linda cried. "I remember."
"Do you have fun with the boys at school?" Bud asked, glad to feel the tingling sensation in his hands again.
"Sex?" Linda said. "Sometimes. Most of the boys are so stupid and inexperienced. If I like the boy and he wants me to, I give him a blowjob. But that's all."
"Why is that all, Linda?" Wendy asked as she slowly pulled herself up to begin dressing.
"The boys just don't know how to really satisfy a girl," Linda sighed. "All they do is get her worked up and then pop their nuts without taking care of her needs. That's why I'd rather blow them. It doesn't take long-some of them come almost as soon as you get their pricks in your mouth, and they can't get me all frustrated that way."
Wendy shook her head in wonder. It still seemed wrong to hear a young girl talk like that, but from her own experience in school Wendy knew that what Linda said made a lot of sense. Wendy also realized that without thinking it out in those terms she had done almost the same thing whenever a date of hers became heavy.
"Do you have any children?" Linda asked Wendy.
"Two," Wendy replied. "Patty, who's fourteen, and Jimmy who's your age, Linda."
"And are they sexually liberated?" Linda asked.
Neither Bud nor Wendy replied, but the child's question remained with them as they said goodnight and walked out to their car.
Chapter Six
1
"The real estate man assured me that we can get fifty thousand for the condominium, Bud!" Wendy said excitedly as she poured her husband a screwdriver and told him about her visit with the manager of the real estate agency. "That means we'll make a ten thousand dollar profit! So if we move to Kansas City it won't be a total loss. Any word?"
"Nothing," Bud sighed. "And, Wendy, don't get your hopes up about that profit. It's what they call a 'paper profit,' anyway."
"Paper profit? I don't understand."
"It means that this condominium hasn't increased in value any more than all other real estate, honey," he explained after taking a long swallow of the orange juice and vodka.
"But it's worth ten thousand more than we paid for it," she insisted.
"And it will cost us ten thousand more to buy the same condominium in Kansas City," he said, draining his glass and holding it out for a refill before she put the pitcher down.
"So?"
"So we didn't make a profit," Bud explained. "If we sell this for fifty thousand and spend fifty thousand to buy almost the same place in Kansas City, where's the profit?"
"Oh!"
"That's pretty much the history of real estate profits, Wendy," he laughed. "Most profit in real estate is nothing more than inflation. When you sell a house you have to replace it. At least if you live in it. The only way to clean up in real estate is to buy places and rent them out while they increase in value. Then sell them and pocket the profit."
"Well, you certainly rained on my parade!" she said with a pout. "I thought we were going to clean up!"
"Besides, we haven't been transferred to Kansas City yet," he sighed, relaxing for the first time as the vodka began to circulate in his bloodstream.
"No word at all? Not even a rumor?" Wendy asked.
"Plenty of rumors," Bud replied with a laugh, "but nothing you can sink your teeth into. Oh, by the way, Mike called today. He and Connie flew home this morning. I invited them over for a drink when he gets home from work."
"Oh, good!" Wendy said, anxious to see their friends again.
"Look, Wendy, we'd better face the fact that Mike and Connie are going to ask for a detailed, blow-by-blow account of our evening with the Landons."
"I suppose so," Wendy sighed. By some unspoken agreement, she and Bud had not talked about their evening at the Landons.
"I guess I'm about as mixed up as you are about all that happened over there," Bud said slowly, smiling as she poured him another screwdriver automatically. "I feel that I should be very indignant and angry about the things they did to us and made us do. But if I'm completely honest, I have to admit that enjoyed it all-even having that damned thing shoved up my ass."
"And certainly having their twelve-year-old daughter give you a blowjob!" Wendy commented.
"Sure. Do you want me to lie?" he asked.
"No, of course not," Wendy sighed. "Hell, I had an orgasm when Howard raped my rectum. I had the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my damned life when he screwed me while I ate Sylvia's cunt. So who am I to point a finger at anybody?"
"Would you do it again?"
"Don't think I haven't asked myself that same question a dozen times!" Wendy sighed. "Of course I would! There, I've said it and it's out! What's wrong with us, Bud?"
"As long as we're honest about it," Bud replied gently, "There's nothing wrong with us."
"But why did we enjoy all of those awful things? Here, let me make some more screwdrivers. I think these were too weak."
"Let's not bomb ourselves out of sight," Bud laughed, following his wife into the kitchen. "At least not until Mike and Connie arrive."
"Don't you feel bad about what we did?" Wendy demanded as she put ice in the pitcher and watched her husband pour in the vodka.
"I did, until I thought it out," Bud admitted.
"And?" she prompted as she turned the blender on to mix a can of frozen orange juice.
"Look, Wendy," Bud said patiently, "I don't know if I can explain this well."
"Try," she urged following him back in to the living room as she stirred the screwdrivers.
"Well, I think every human being has pretty much the same sexual desires. I think we're all part homosexual and part heterosexual at the same time, part wild and part tame. It's how we control our desire that determines what we are."
"You mean that a gay has simply elected to let that part of his or personality dominate?" she asked as she poured their glasses full.
"Something like that," Bud agreed. "This bondage thing sort of fits in."
"How?" she asked with interest.
"When a person is tied up, he or she can't help what happens. In a way, I guess it's like drinking. You know how some people drink deliberately so that they can say that they aren't responsible because they're drunk?"
"I think I understand," Wendy said slowly. "So if somebody forces us to do something, and if we're unable to resist for any reason, then we don't have to accept the responsibility for our act?"
"Right!" Bud said. "The trick is whether we use the justification or face up to the true nature of our personality."
"Bud, I wasn't tied up when I went down on Sylvia!"
"I know, but you were under her command. You didn't think up the act or initiate it, did you?"
"No."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," Wendy replied in a small voice. "I told you, Bud, I even enjoyed it when that man shoved his huge prick in my ass!"
"Is that bad?"
"Isn't it?" she demanded.
"Not when you admit it, darling," he said softly. "It would be bad if you hid behind the bondage scene. But if you admit it, you're accepting the responsibility and coping with your desires."
"Am I a lesbian, Bud?"
"Of course not, Wendy," her husband laughed. "Do you hate men and loathe hard cocks?"
"Of course not!" she giggled, the alcohol now flowing freely in her system.
"Then how could you be a lesbian?" Bud demanded. "How many girls have we met at swinging parties who enjoy occasionally going down on other girls? You can be bisexual, Wendy."
"We're avoiding another issue, you know," she said.
"What?"
"Twelve-year-old Linda," she sighed. "Frankly, Bud, I was shocked that they included their daughter in their sex."
"So was I, Wendy," Bud sighed. "But, you know after thinking about it these past couple of days, I'm not so sure that they've done Linda any real harm. Her attitude about sex at school is pretty damned realistic."
"I thought the same thing," Wendy said. "I wish to hell I'd had her knowledge when I was her age!"
"At least she certainly won't be bowled over by her first lust," Bud added with a laugh.
"You're laughing, Bud," Wendy remarked as she took a long sip from her screwdriver, "but I think it's a serious thing. I'm not so sure that sexual liberation isn't the best thing that's happened to this generation. Linda hit me right between the eyes when she asked if our children were liberated."
"Me too!" Bud commented with a broad smile.
"If they learn all about sex and try it," Wendy continued, "then they aren't heir to the ridiculous love mystique the past generation used to disguise lust."
"They can make more intelligent evaluations of potential mates," Bud added.
"And for a girl that's terribly important," Wendy said. "The Pill has made it all possible ..."
Wendy was interrupted by the doorbell. Bud opened the door and Wendy ran up to help him warmly greet their closest friends, Mike and Connie.
"Hey, you have no idea how good it is to see you two again!" Mike remarked as Bud and Wendy led them into the living room. "This has been one hell of a week!"
"I'll bet" Wendy said. "How about a screwdriver to relax?"
"Mike has been relaxing all afternoon," Connie laughed.
"An ordeal?" Bud asked as he poured their friends drinks.
Mike related the story of their journey to his aunt's funeral. The services had been delayed a day to allow relatives from Chicago to arrive. Then his uncle had gone on a bad drunk and Mike and Connie spent two days sobering him up. On top of all that, his aunt had died without leaving a will and the legal end of the death would take some time to unravel.
"So you'd better believe we're glad to be home, buddy!" Mike sighed, almost draining his drink on his first taste.
"You'd better hit the joy juice lightly," Connie remarked, "or we'll have to pour you into bed. Mike served notice with his company today."
"Notice?" Bud said.
"Yep!" Mike replied with a smile. "Either the old bastard pays me what he owes me by the first or I take him to court. I've had it with this Mickey Mouse horseshit. Either I get paid or I work for someone who will pay me."
"We may be moving, too," Wendy commented, going on to tell them about Bud's pending transfer.
Mike and Connie asked a dozen questions at once. Bud held up his hand.
"Look, so far this is just an educated suspicion, okay? We're no happier about it than you are, but let's just hang cool until we see what really happens."
"Okay," Connie said with a wicked little smile, "now it's your turn to show and tell. Tell us all about the party we missed with the Landons."
Taking turns by interrupting each other frequently, Wendy and Bud began relating an intimate description of everything that happened at the Landons' house.
"Up your ass?" Connie said with a small shudder. "Didn't that hurt?"
"You'd better believe it!" Wendy laughed. "I don't think I'd like that," Connie said. "I didn't think I would, either," Wendy replied. "But I'd be lying if I said it wasn't something else when I had my climax!"
"And did you go down on her?" Connie demanded. "Yes."
"But you always said you didn't make the AC/DC scene!" Connie protested.
"I know, but this was different, Connie." "Christ, you're making me horny just listening to all of this!" Mike remarked.
"Have another drink and let me tell you the rest," Bud laughed, pouring the remainder of the pitcher into their glasses and handing the empty to Wendy for a refill.
"Yes!" Connie said excitedly. "Tell us what they did to you, Bud!"
Bud detailed his experiences tied to the mattress in the Landon home. He saw Mike wince when he related the details of the vibrator shoved up his ass, but Connie only laughed. Then he told them about Linda.
"Their daughter?" Connie asked, wondering if her ears had betrayed her.
"Their twelve-year-old daughter," Wendy remarked as she came back into the living room with a fresh pitcher of screwdrivers and began pouring.
"Twelve!" Mike said. "I don't believe it!"
"You'd better believe it, Mike," Bud laughed. "And Linda gave me a blowjob the likes of which I can't remember."
"But twelve years old!" Connie said.
"I know, Connie," Wendy remarked seriously. "It's a shock at first. Bud and I were talking about it just before you came."
Wendy went on to explain, and verbally explore, their feelings about sex and children. At first Mike and Connie were opposed to everything Wendy and Bud said. Then Mike began to come around.
"I think it's just the initial shock that hits you," Mike said. "It's part of our conditioning. We've been taught that sex and children don't mix and we accept that as some sort of natural law."
"Right!" Bud replied. "But it isn't a natural law at all. Look at some of the primitive tribes in the world. Children begin their sex lives at the age of puberty-in some cases with a structured ceremony and all."
"Girls marry at the age of thirteen and accept the responsibility of a family," Wendy added.
"Western man seems to want to preserve childhood as long as possible," Bud continued. "We create arbitrary limits, such as the age of twenty-one for maturity."
"Now eighteen in most states," Connie commented.
"Exactly!" Bud replied. "Suddenly we dropped the age of maturity three years. Why? Has man changed, or have our ideas changed?"
"At the risk of sounding like Archie Bunker talking about blacks," Mike said with a smile, "How would you react if your own children did what Linda did?"
Bud and Wendy exchanged glances. There was a heavy silence in the room.
"Hey, I didn't mean to lay a heavy one on the group," Mike laughed. "We're talking theory, not practice, anyway. Look, gang, I hate to break this up, but I'm as close to blind drunk as I want to get!"
"I think he started about lunch time today," Connie laughed.
"What say we have us a wild party this weekend?" Mike suggested. "If I wasn't so bombed, and if Connie didn't have the curse, I'd say let's ball tonight. How about tomorrow night?"
"Saturday night be better," Bud suggested.
"Bud! Flagstaff," Wendy said.
"Oh, that's right! We're taking the kids up to Flagstaff Friday night and we won't be back until Sunday. How about Sunday night?"
"Great!" Mike and Connie agreed.
Chapter Seven
"It's too bad Mike and Connie weren't up to balling tonight," Wendy said after she closed the door behind their friends. "I'm horny."
"Me too!" Bud laughed. "Relaxed and horny as hell. Let's have another drink and make mad, passionate love."
"I don't know about another drink," Wendy giggled. "I'm sailing now!"
"Won't hurt," Bud remarked with a smile as he poured the remainder of the pitcher into their glasses. "And think of all the vitamin C we get with this orange juice!"
They clicked their glasses in a mock toast to sex and took liberal swallows. A series of noises from the back of the condominium caught their attention.
"Now what are those kids up to?" Bud remarked.
"Heaven knows!" Wendy replied with a sigh. "The last I heard they were playing something called 'kidnapped.' You know how they've read every word about the Patty Hearst thing."
"We'd better take a look," Bud replied.
"I suppose," Wendy sighed, leading the way down the hall.
When they heard something that sounded very much like a muffled cry, they hurried to Patty's bedroom and opened the door. Patty was seated in her wooden study chair. Her arms were bound behind her back and her legs were lashed to the legs of the chair. She had a handkerchief as a gag.
Bud rushed over and yanked the gag free of her mouth.
"What happened?" Bud demanded.
"It was Jimmy!" Patty cried. "Quick, he's hiding behind the door!"
As Wendy turned around she caught a quick movement in the corner of her eye. She whipped her hand out and caught her twelve-year-old son as he tried to escape out the door.
"Just a minute, young man!" she snapped, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back in the room.
"I told you that you'd get it!" Patty cried triumphantly.
"What did I do?" the boy protested. "We were just playing!"
"What happened, Patty?" Bud asked.
"We were playing kidnapped," the pretty young teenager replied, "and Jimmy wanted to show me how Patty Hearst was tied up when they first snatched her. As soon as he had me tied up like this, he gagged me and started playing around."
"Playing around?" Wendy asked.
"He ... he started feeling my breasts and he put his hand up under my dress!" Patty said.
"Well, well!" Bud commented. "It sounds like our son is a horny little devil, doesn't it? I think he should see what it feels like to be tied up, don't you, Wendy?"
"That's a good idea!" Wendy agreed.
"Hold him. I'll get the chair from his room," Bud said.
"Hey, how about untying me?" Patty said.
"In a minute," Bud replied. "Just wait until we show your brother what it feels like to be tied up like that."
"Gee, Mom!" Jimmy protested while his father was bringing the chair from his room.
"Don't 'Gee, Mom' me!" Wendy replied. "We'll just see how you like the same treatment you gave your sister."
"Here," Bud said as he walked back into the room and placed the chair directly opposite his bound daughter's position, "well use this extension cord to tie him with."
Between them, Bud and Wendy forced Jimmy into a sitting position on the chair. Bud held him while Wendy tied his legs to the chair and bound his wrists behind his back.
"Hey, gee, come on!" Jimmy protested when he struggled and found he was securely bound to the chair.
"Serves you right, you rat!" Patty laughed. * "So Jimmy started feeling you up," Bud said to Patty.
"Yes. He's done it before, whenever he thought he could get away with it."
"Why don't you tell them everything!" Jimmy snapped. "Tell them how you said we should both take our clothes off so we could see each other naked. And tell them how you like to break into the bathroom when I'm taking my shower. And about that time you grabbed my . . . my . .."
"Your prick, dear?" Wendy added with a laugh.
"Yes," the boy stammered in an embarrassed voice.
"Don't be shy around us," Bud laughed. "We may even know some words that you don't. So our little Patty is curious about sex, too!"
Patty blushed a bright pink and avoided her father and mother's eyes.
Bud smiled and turned to glance at Wendy, and in that single moment both of them had the same idea and knew what they were going to do. To confirm it, they nodded to each other.
"Maybe it's time we taught them all about sex," Bud remarked as casually as he could. "What say, Wendy?"
"Oh, I think it's an excellent idea," Wendy laughed. "I'm still pretty horny."
"Me too," Bud laughed. "Why don't you take care of Jimmy's education and I'll work with Patty?"
"Fine! Shall we take off these clothes? It's warm in here."
"We can hardly teach them about sex if we're dressed," Bud laughed.
Without ceremony, Bud quickly began undressing. He slipped off his velour leisure shirt and unbuckled his belt. He watched young Patty's eyes fix on his groin as he unzipped his fly and began pulling his slacks down. When his rigid cock bobbed free of his underpants, he saw his daughter's eyes bulge in their sockets. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"What's the matter, Patty?" Bud chuckled.
"It's . . . it's so . . . well, it's so much bigger than Jimmy's!" she exclaimed, her face flushing a bright red with embarrassment.
"I hope so!" Bud laughed. "I'm a year or two older than Jimmy is."
"Mama!" Patty gasped when she saw that her mother was pulling her bra off to bare her breasts to Jimmy's eager eyes.
"What, Patty?" Wendy laughed, wishing her words would stop slurring. Twice she'd almost lost her balance while she struggled to get her dress over her head. She was higher than a kite, but she really didn't give a damn! "I'm not ashamed of my body. Are you? I'm proud of my body."
"I didn't mean that!" Patty blustered.
"Say," Bud remarked as he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his slacks and underpants to stand stark naked in front of his children, "that's a good point! We have to undress them if we're going to teach them about sex."
"Dad!" Patty cried, unable to take her eyes off of his long, hard penis sticking straight out from his groin.
"But they're tied up," Wendy commented in a puzzled voice. "How can we undress them without untying them?"
"We can always cut their clothes off," Bud laughed. "And I suppose our budget can afford a new outfit for each of them after a special occasion like this. "Get your sewing scissors, Wendy."
Wendy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and walked quickly out of the room. She returned in moments with her sewing scissors. She handed the scissors to Bud and he walked over to stand beside his bound daughter.
"Dad! You wouldn't!"
Bud did not reply. He merely gazed down at his fourteen-year-old daughter's budding figure, then slowly began loosening and cutting away her clothing piece by piece.
"That's quite a nice little set of tits, Patty!" Bud exclaimed when he yanked her bra free of her body.
"Dad!" Patty cried.
"And look at the full growth of hair she has on her pussy!" he remarked to Wendy. "Nice and silky-just like yours! Here, it's your turn with the scissors."
Chapter Eight
Patty Costain was so embarrassed she wanted to die! She couldn't believe that this was really happening to her! Not with her parents! And yet she knew that it was true. She watched her mother laugh and joke as she cut Jimmy's clothes away from his body.
And all the time her father stood beside her with his long, hard cock just inches away from her face! The fourteen-year-old girl had never seen a man's sex organ, other than her twelve-year-old brother's-and that didn't really count.
Patty had only begun to explore and discover the delights of her own body about a year ago. It wasn't until six months ago that she had learned how to manipulate her fingers between her legs to bring herself to climax and she always felt a little guilty when she did that.
Jimmy and his big mouth, she told herself! If he hadn't started telling their parents everything, none of this would be happening!
She glanced up into her father's face and the raw lust she saw in his eyes frightened her! He was starting at her breasts and her pussy and he wasn't even trying to hide it!
"You have a very sexy body, Patty," Bud laughed. "You'll be driving the boys crazy pretty soon."
"She already does!" Jimmy exclaimed. "At school they call her a prick-teaser!"
"Shut up, you little bastard!" Patty snapped.
"She cops a feel on every boy who gets close to her," Jimmy continued defiantly, "but screams bloody murder if one tries to touch her. That's why they call her a prick-teaser. Old PT Patty!"
"So help me, Jimmy, I'll get you for that!" Patty screamed, embarrassed almost to the point of tears.
"Nobody likes a prick-teaser, Patty," Bud said seriously.
"Dad! He's exaggerating. Can't you tell that!"
"Maybe," Bud replied, "but the fact is that nobody does like a prick-teaser, do they, Wendy?"
"Heavens, no!" Wendy laughed. "You keep that up, Patty, and a couple of boys will gang up on you and rape the hell out of you."
"Look, Patty," Bud said affectionately, "having a boy touch your body isn't so terrible. Here, I'll show you."
"Dad!" Patty cried desperately as she saw him kneel on the floor beside her chair and reach out to touch her breasts.
Patty's entire body quivered when she felt her father's hands on her breasts. He captured her pert nipples between his fingers and thumbs and began massaging them slowly. The young girl fought the sudden warmth that swept through her innocent body, but it quickly overwhelmed her defenses and brought a sigh of pleasure from her throat.
"Oh, Dad, please!" she cried when she saw him lean forward to bring his mouth to her chest. "Please! NO, DAD, PLEASE DON'T! OH! OOOOHH!!!"
The feeling of his warm, firm lips surrounding her tingling nipple made her heart leap to her throat. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't! She saw her nipple and then part of her breast disappear into her father's mouth and electric shock waves began sweeping through her inexperienced body.
"Aaaaahhh!!!" she mewled between clenched teeth.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Patty?" Wendy said with a warm smile as she watched her husband suck their daughter's firm, budding breast. "A girl always likes to have her tits sucked."
"Can ... Uh ... Mom, can I... uh ..." Jimmy stammered.
"Why, Jimmy darling, do you want to suck my tit?" Wendy laughed. "Well, of course, dear!"
Wendy knelt down beside her bound son and brought her breast to his cute mouth.
"Lick my nipple, dear," she said. "Then suck it gently into your mouth."
"Mom!" Patty cried from across the space between the two chairs. "How could you!"
"Don't be silly, Patty!" Wendy laughed. "I love to have my ... OH! Yes, Jimmy, like that! .. . tits sucked. Stop pretending, Patty. You know it feels good!"
Patty didn't understand any of this. How could her mother kneel down and push her boob in her own son's mouth? And how could her father kiss his own daughter's breast like this? Everything had gone crazy!
Then Patty felt her father's hand on her thigh! She could feel his fingers working their way slowly up her leg! Was he actually going to touch her there!
And why was her body so excited and trembling like a leaf? She had to admit that her mother was right, having a man take her breast in his mouth did feel good-very good!
"Dad!" she gasped when she felt his fingers reach her most intimate region. "Stop it!"
She panicked a little when she struggled against her bonds and found that she could not move. His fingers were already exploring her secret place!
"OOoooooohhhhhh!!!!"
Patty hated herself for moaning like that, but she couldn't help it! He had found her secret spot with his finger and was caressing it while he continued licking and sucking her breast. His finger was where she touched herself when she played with herself and her whole pubic mound seemed to be on fire! The way he was rubbing it was going to drive her crazy!
"Doesn't it feel good, Patty?" Bud asked, removing his mouth from her delightfully ripe young tit for a moment.
"Yes," she stammered embarrassedly.
"Then why not enjoy it?" Bud asked with a laugh, flicking his finger back and forth across her clitoris as he spoke.
"AAAaahhhhhh!!!!" the young girl cried as the waves of passion inside her began pounding against her very soul.
"Make her come, darling!" Wendy cried excitedly as she unconsciously reached down and wrapped her fingers around her twelve-year-old son's hard, trembling prick and began caressing it. "Lick her until she screams!"
Bud laughed at his wife's enthusiasm and took her suggestion. Removing his face from his daughter's ripe chest, he crawled around to kneel between her lovely thighs.
"What... what are ... you going to DO?" Patty demanded in a frightened voice.
"Eat your delicious little cunt, darling," Bud said with a smile as he reached out and opened the blossom of her sex with his fingers.
"DAD!" Patty cried.
Once again the fourteen-year-old girl struggled against the bonds that held her securely tied to the chair as she watched her father lean his face down into her lap.
She tried to close her eyes to blot out what was happening to her, but her eyelids felt like they were held open with toothpicks. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of her father's face in her lap. She saw him bring his mouth to her golden crested pubic mound.
"NO!" she cried desperately. "Don't! That's not nice!"
Bud laughed, but otherwise ignored his daughter's remarks.
Patty wanted to scream when she saw her father's pink tongue dart out of his mouth like a snake striking at a victim. She watched it disappear into her sex.
"OOOOOOoohhh!!!" she cried when she felt his tongue in her pussy.
The fourteen-year-old girl was confused. What her father was doing, particularly when he licked her secret place, felt good. But it wasn't nice! He was licking where she peed! Then why did it feel so good?
"AAAaaahhhhhh!!!!"
Now he was lapping the entire length of her slit like a dog licking a bowl of milk! His tongue ran up and down her crack, kissing every inch of her excited sex! She felt the tip dip into her hole!
Patty did not understand why, but she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life! Maybe it was because everybody was naked. She could see everything her mother had! And she could even see Jimmy's little penis standing straight up in his lap! Patty took a second look and realized that her mother was holding and playing with Jimmy's prick!
The most exciting sight of all was in her own lap where she watched her father's mouth work at her excited sex. She could both see and feel his darting, loving tongue at the same time!
"OH! Ooooooohhh!!!!" she moaned, her entire body now trembling with increasing excitement.
"Isn't that fun, Patty?" Wendy asked, sitting beside her bound son and fondling his prick while she watched her husband go down on their daughter. "All girls love to have their cunt licked like that. Why don't you make her come with your tongue, darling? She'll love that!"
The inexperienced young girl tried to stop herself but she couldn't. When her father began flicking his tongue back and forth across her aroused and sensitive clitoris, her body simply began going through a series of violent spasms.
The orgasms she had experienced with her hand were nothing to prepare her for this! Every muscle in her body expanded and contracted as the earthquakes coursed through her system one after another. Her nipples became so hot they felt like they were going to fall off her breasts!
Patty felt wet. She could feel perspiration beading on her brow. There were even drops running down under her arms. The wettest place was between her legs. She could feel it dripping down her thighs and running along the cheeks of her buttocks. She wondered if she was sitting in a puddle!
"How was that, honey?" Bud asked with a big smile as he brought his mouth away from her young daughter's sweet pussy. "You have a delicious cunt, Patty. Sweet as nectar. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes . . ." she finally stammered.
"Enjoy it?" Wendy laughed. "Did you hear her? She loved it! Didn't you, Patty?"
"Yes," Patty said, blushing.
"Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of!" Wendy said. "Good lord, any girl would scream with joy when your father ate her like that!"
"What did it feel like, Patty?" Jimmy asked.
"Here, young man," Wendy laughed, "I'll show you exactly what it felt like."
From the very moment Wendy had taken her twelve-year-old son's hard, trembling prick in her hand she had wanted to taste it in her mouth. Her head was still swimming with the amount of vodka she had consumed earlier and Wendy was very horny. Holding her son's rigid prick and stroking it gently had made her wonder what it would be like to suck it.
She knelt on the floor between the young boy's legs and held his penis in her hand while she brought her face to his crotch. His cock was not as large as a grown man's, but it wasn't anything to be ashamed of either!
Wendy pulled the foreskin down so that the swollen head popped free. Jimmy's prick was between four and five inches long, she guessed, and it was respectably thick. The boy was obviously very excited. His organ was covered with a glistening coat of his lubricating fluids.
Leaning forward, Wendy brought her tongue to her son's hard penis. She flicked the tip against the boy's swollen organ and then licked her lips. Jimmy's cock was so clean and fresh! It had the same flavor as a man's prick, yet with a touch of sweetness all its own.
"Ummm! Jimmy, your prick is delicious!" she said.
She smiled to herself when she felt his shaft throb in her hand when she said that. Like his father, and most men, Jimmy obviously liked to hear the words of sex.
"It's so delicious I want it in my mouth!" Wendy remarked, leaning down to slip her lips over the swollen bulb at the end of his throbbing shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head as she slowly drew his hot meat into her mouth.
"Oh, wow!" Jimmy gasped when he felt his aching rod suddenly surrounded by his mother's warm mouth. He looked down and watched his cock slowly disappear into his mother's pretty mouth and wondered how long he could hold out.
Jimmy had begun masturbating only a month ago, but he was devoted to the practice now to the point that he jacked off twice a day and usually once at night.
The twelve-year-old boy knew that he was going to explode and spurt his hot juice in a minute. He wondered if his mother wanted him to shoot it in her mouth? Should he ask her? If he shot off in her throat without asking her, would she get real mad?
His sister had let go in her father's face. What the hell! But maybe it was different with a girl!
Patty could hardly believe her eyes! Her mother was actually taking Jimmy's penis in her mouth! And she was doing it as though she really liked it! How could she? Patty watched her mother's head bob up and down rapidly in Jimmy's lap and saw Jimmy's rigid prick slide in and out of her mother's lips.
The fourteen-year-old girl felt a tingling sensation between her legs while she watched her mother suck her brother's cock and she wondered why it excited her.
Wendy was becoming very aroused as she hungrily sucked her young son's precious cock. Sucking a prick always got her turned on, and eating her boy's virginal meat seemed to heighten the effect tonight. She reached down and cupped his darling little balls in her hand and began fondling them while she licked and sucked the deliciously sweet juices from her son's sex.
"Hey! Mom! OH! WOW, I'M GOING TO ..."
"Let go, Jimmy!" Bud called over. "Go ahead, son! COME! Shoot your load into her throat. That's what she wants. Give it to her! Flood her mouth! CUM FOR YOUR MOTHER!!"
"UUUUuuummmmmmmmm!!!!" Wendy murmured when Jimmy's twelve-year-old penis exploded to send its hot juices splashing against the roof of her throat. She drew his throbbing, jerking cock deep into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could while she pumped his little surging testicles with her hand.
Wendy loved the way he came and came. It was like having an automatic orgasm machine in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of her son's warm cream oozed and trickled down her throat.
When she had at last drained his balls into her throat, Wendy slowly slid his still hard prick out of her mouth. She then licked her lips like a contented cat after a saucer of warm milk.
"Ummm! That was good!" Wendy sighed.
"MOTHER!" Patty gasped.
"What, dear?"
"I mean, how COULD you?" Patty said.
"How could I what, Patty? Oh, you mean how could I enjoy sucking Jimmy's cock? Darling, you have no idea how much fun that is until you try it! I've never met a normal girl who didn't like sucking a man's cock. Why don't you try it, Patty. Bud, let her suck your cock. She has to learn. Here, I'll come over and we'll teach her." "NO!" Patty cried.
"Don't be silly, Patty," Wendy said as she crawled across the room on her knees. "Sucking cock is part of the sex act. It's one of the first things a girl learns."
"Most of the girls at school go down on their boy friends," Jimmy said. "Those who aren't prick-teasers, that is."
"Mother," Patty snapped, "will you shut that little bastard up! So help me, Jimmy, I'll get you for this!"
"For what?" Jimmy protested from across the room. "For telling the truth? Most girls do go down on their boy friends at school."
"I'm afraid that Jimmy is right, dear," Wendy said softly. "Watch me. I'll teach you how with your father's cock."
Wendy leaned as close as she could to her daughter's face and grasped Bud's rigid prick in her hand to pull him into position. Bud was standing and Wendy was kneeling. When she had Bud in position, his hard cock was just two or three inches from Patty's face.
"First, Patty, you lick it like this."
Patty's eyes were filled with the vision of her mother running her pink tongue up and down the length of Bud's long shaft. The way her mother was doing it, it looked like she was licking a candy cane!
"That excites a man," Wendy explained. "Especially when you run your tongue around the head. This part here is the most sensitive place on the man's cock, darling. Here, you try it. Lick it."
"Mother! NO!"
"Don't be silly, Patty. Lick it," her mother insisted.
Wendy took Bud's shaft in her hand and brought the head of his throbbing organ to her daughter's pretty, heart-shaped mouth. She pressed the swollen bulb at the tip of Bud's hard shaft against her daughter's lips and stroked his prick gently. It reminded Wendy of the scene that night when Sylvia had held and stroked Howard's cock in Connie's face. And as she thought about that she felt the juices in her pussy begin to circulate. Why did this excite her so?
Fourteen-year-old Patty was beside herself! She just couldn't believe that this was really happening, that her own mother was shoving her father's hard penis against her mouth!
The odor of her father's cock assailed the young girl's olfactory senses and made her nostrils flare wide. It was a strong, heady aroma that made Patty's senses reel! She inhaled and was surprised to find that the strong odor actually stimulated her!
"Lick it, Patty dear," Wendy told her daughter. "Taste it and you'll love it! Open your mouth, Patty!"
The sudden firmness in her mother's tone of voice frightened the young child. She'd heard that tone before whenever her mother began to lose patience with her or Jimmy. Patty also knew that strong measures were sure to follow if she didn't appease her mother.
Not more than a hour ago the thought of licking a man's penis would have made the young girl shudder. But she'd seen her mother do it, both to her twelve-year-old brother and to her father, and it was obvious that her mother enjoyed doing it.
Was it true that the girls at school sucked their boy friend's pricks? Patty wondered. She'd heard some of the girls talking about that, but Patty had always thought that they were just bragging to make themselves seem older and more sophisticated. Maybe it was true!
"Patty, open your mouth and lick your father's cock!" Wendy said impatiently as she continued stroking Bud's throbbing shaft and held the swollen head pressed against her daughter's tender young lips.
"Mom, I can't.. ."
Patty quickly realized that she had made a mistake when she opened her mouth to speak. For the minute she parted her lips her mother shoved her father's prick between them.
The girl struggled blindly against the bonds that held her prisoner in the chair and again found them unyielding. She sighed and a tear slipped out of her pretty eye.
It was too late to fight now. Her lips were unwillingly wrapped around the thick piece of pulsating meat at the end of her father's long penis. She hesitantly allowed her tongue to slide between her teeth and touch the warm flesh of her father's sex organ.
The flavor burst upon the inexperienced young virgin's taste buds, and, like the odor, was strong yet strangely exciting in its own way. It tasted like a mixture of salt and vinegar, sort of like pickled beets, which Patty loved. After the initial contact, Patty once again brought her tongue to the live meat forced between her lips. Why did it make her boobs tingle when she touched his penis with her tongue?
"Lick the head, dear," Wendy said, pulling Bud's cock back a little so that her daughter could flick her tongue out to lap it.
Bud was gritting his teeth as he watched Wendy hold his aching prick against their pretty daughter's lovely mouth. His balls felt like a volcano about to erupt! When Wendy forced the head of his cock between Patty's lips, Bud had all he could do to keep from popping his nuts! God, what a sexy sight!
Then, when his daughter began licking the pulsating knob at the end of his straining shaft, Bud thought he would shoot his load right in her lovely, young face.
"Isn't that fun?" Wendy cried excitedly as she watched Patty lick the head of her father's cock like a lollipop. "Now, here, let me show you how to suck it, dear."
Patty watched her mother pull her father's prick away from her face and hold it firmly in one hand right in front of her eyes.
"The idea is to make it feel like you have it in your cunt," Wendy explained. "That is what excites the man. You must be careful not to use your teeth. Remember, a man's prick is very sensitive, Patty. You simply wrap your lips around the head and draw it slowly into your mouth like this."
Patty saw her mother slip her lips around the swollen bulb at the end of Bud's hard penis. Then she saw her father's prick slowly begin to disappear into her mother's mouth. Her mother's lips seemed to be slowly working their way down the length of his long, thick shaft.
The sight of her mother sucking young Jimmy's cock a few minutes before had shocked the girl, but now she felt a pleasant warmth spread through her body as she saw her take her father's cock the same way. The child couldn't understand why it was so different, why she had changed so quickly.
What surprised her even more was the fact that her mother had now somehow managed to take Bud's cock all the way into her mouth. She could see her mother's lips brush against the growth of pubic hair that surrounded the base of her father's shaft. How did she make it all fit? It seemed so big and so long!
"Ummm! Darling," Wendy said, looking up at Bud, "your prick is really hot and delicious tonight!"
"Listen, Wendy," Bud laughed, "I don't know how much of this I can take! I'm really turned on!"
"Well, I'd better hurry, then!" Wendy laughed in return. "Watch how I move my mouth in and out on his prick, Patty. You want lots of pressure on it. Your tongue and cheeks should touch it every minute you have it in your mouth. Watch!"
Patty saw her mother once again slip her lips around Bud's hard prick and begin drawing it into her mouth. She could see that her mother's cheeks drew in as she sucked. The young girl still did not understand how her mother could take the whole thing in her mouth like that! As she watched, her mother ran Bud's prick in and out of her mouth slowly.
"There!" Wendy exclaimed excitedly. "Now it's your turn, dear. Open your mouth, Patty."
"MOM!" Patty protested.
"Patty! I said open your mouth!"
The tone of her mother's voice told the young child that her mother's patience had worn very thin. She really didn't want to take her father's cock in her mouth, but she did not want to incur her mother's wrath-particularly when she was tied to the chair! And, Patty had to admit to herself, she was curious what it was like having a man's hard penis in her mouth.
Reluctantly, Patty parted her lips and slowly opened her mouth.
"That's better, darling," Wendy said, guiding Bud's prick to the child's pretty oval. "Lick it first, dear. Then wrap your lips around the head and draw it into your mouth."
Patty was embarrassed by the way her whole body was trembling as she darted her tongue out to flick the tip over the surface of the swollen bulb at the end of her father's rigid penis.
"That's it!" Wendy said. "Now take it in your mouth, dear."
Patty forced her jaws open wide and leaned a little forward to slip her lips around the head of her father's prick. The flavor of his sex seemed to explode in her mouth. At the same time the young girl thought that she was going to gag when the weight and firmness of his surging organ depressed and almost crushed her tongue!
She had to struggle against gagging as she stretched her jaws painfully to take his throbbing shaft deeper and deeper into her throat. Her mother was pushing her head forward and her father was leaning in to drive his hard manhood into her mouth.
Before she realized it, Patty felt his hairy balls brush against her chin. She had the entire length of his prick in her mouth!
"Now work your mouth slowly in and out," Wendy said.
Patty was too shocked to do anything but obey.
And as she began sucking her father's hard meat she fell heir to a variety of new sensations. She could feel his heart pulsing along the length of his straining prick. She could almost count the beats of his heart on her tongue as his rigid shaft slid over it on its journeys in and out of her throat.
The pulsing of his heart along his shaft thrilled the young girl! She felt her nipples begin to burn and the itch between her young legs was beginning to drive her crazy!
Although she knew that she would never be able to explain it, Patty understood what her mother meant when she said it was fun and exciting to have a man's prick in your mouth. She liked it! She actually liked it!
"Isn't it exciting when his balls rub against your chin, Patty?" Wendy cried as she watched her daughter suck Bud's long cock deep into her throat. "It makes you hot, doesn't it!"
Bud could no longer be a spectator. His balls were churning like a cement mixer as he watched his cock slide in and out of his fourteen-year-old daughter's mouth! He reached down to the child's budding chest and placed his hands on her ripe young tits. Capturing her nipples between his fingers, he began massaging her slowly while she moved her lovely young lips up and down the length of his aching, straining prick. Christ, it felt good having his dick buried in his daughter's mouth!
"WOW!" Wendy cried. "I'm getting hotter than hell just watching you suck him, dear! That's IT! Take it deep into your throat. You want to suck until his balls explode and he gives you his delicious milkshake to drink!"
Instinctively, the young girl knew that her father was becoming very excited. She could feel it in the rapid beats of his heart against her tongue. She could hear it in the way he was breathing faster and heavier.
When he reached down and began fondling her breasts, Patty thought she was going to faint! She was already very aroused and her nipples were burning before he even touched them. Then he started rubbing them between his fingers and the child felt her entire body strain.
"God, this is good!" Bud grunted, jerking his hips now in a gentle yet urgent fucking motion that made his heavy ladened balls bounce against his young daughter's chin.
"He's getting close, Patty!" Wendy said in an urgent whisper, "suck him faster! Drain his balls, darling!"
Patty's mouth was bobbing furiously at her father's crotch. Her nose brushed against his pubic hair every time she took him deep into her throat.
While she knew that she would never be able to explain it, the young girl was very excited. The itch in her young virginal pussy had become an urgent fire burning between her legs, and her hard little nipples were so hot they felt like they would fall right off her breasts!
Because of her inexperience, Patty did not understand the warning signals. She felt his cock begin expanding inside her mouth and .she felt his balls churning when they crushed against her chin. But when her father's cock suddenly exploded inside her mouth she was taken by complete surprise!
"SWALLOW IT, Patty!" her mother urged. "Swallow it and suck his balls dry!"
Jets of warm cream splashed into the child's mouth and she didn't know what to do. She felt her cheeks begin puffing out as her mouth was flooded with the never-ending streams erupting from her father's hot prick. She had no choice. She HAD to swallow!
Patty almost gagged when she forced the first swallow down her throat. She could even feel it oozing up into her nose! And it kept on coming! She swallowed twice, and then a third time.
Then something happened inside the child's body and she felt herself gripped in a small but intense climax of her own. Her father kept kneading the flesh of her budding young breasts and she thought she would faint with joy when she finally exploded.
"Suck him dry, dear," Wendy said. "Drain his nuts! That's it! Don't let him out of your mouth until you have every drop of his honey!"
Patty sucked hard on her father's prick until she had drained the last drop from it. She almost protested when he slowly began sliding his spent organ from her mouth. She felt empty without it!
"That was super, Patty!" Bud sighed, his knees weak and trembling from his intense climax in his young daughter's mouth.
"Wasn't that fun, darling? Wendy asked her daughter.
"I... I guess so," Patty sighed. "Was it good for you, Dad?"
"God, yes!" Bud laughed. "If you suck like that at school, you'll be the most popular girl in your class!"
"You don't suck cock to be popular, dear," Wendy said quickly. "You do it because you want to please somebody you like."
"Your mother's right, honey," Bud agreed quickly, realizing that they would have to be careful what they taught their children so that they had proper values.
"Meanwhile, Patty," Wendy laughed, "help me lick your father's cock hard again. I'm as horny as hell and I want him to fuck me!"
Holding Bud's now partially limp penis in her hand, Wendy brought it close to her daughter's lips so that they could both lick it together.
"We'll pretend that we're sharing a popsicle," Wendy giggled as she began lapping her husband's meat with her tongue.
Patty found herself caught up in her mother's game. Hearing her mother talk like this was exciting. Patty ran her tongue over one side of her father's cock while Wendy licked the other side.
But could hardly believe it when he felt his balls begin to surge with blood again as he watched his wife and daughter lick his prick playfully. Within two minutes they had him as hard as a rock again!
"Hmmm! That feels hard enough!" Wendy remarked, squeezing Bud's shaft in her hand. "Now come on down here and fuck me, darling," she added, pulling on her husband's prick until he dropped to the floor beside her.
"Fuck me, Bud. Let them see how a man fucks a woman. You two watch," she added, looking at the two children bound to the chairs. "Get on top of me, darling."
Patty watched her mother stretch out on her back and spread her legs wide apart. Using her hand, Wendy slowly guided Bud's rigid cock to her pussy. Patty saw her mother bring the swollen head of his cock to her hole and hold it there.
"Shove it in me, Bud. Fuck me!" Wendy cried excitedly.
Patty held her breath while she watched her father hump his hips high in the air.
"OOOOOOooooooooohhhhhh!!!"
Patty's tail squirmed in the chair as she saw her father drive his long, hard cock into her mother's waiting cunt. Her eyes followed his long shaft when it disappeared inside her mother's body. She saw her mother's legs go into the air and lock behind her father's back and her mouth dropped open as she saw them grind in a frantic coupling.
Jimmy was also squirming when he saw his father sink his dick into his mother's hole. He wished his hands weren't tied behind his back! His prick was hot and hard and itching like the devil while he watched his parents screw.
Chapter Nine
Bud Costain sighed as he pulled himself out of the seat and walked down the aisle to disembark from the jet. He was tired and depressed. The whirlwind trip to Kansas City had left him exhausted. As he stood in line waiting for them to finish coupling the exit tunnel to the plane, he saw his wife and children waiting in the lounge. He waved half-heartedly, but they couldn't see him.
The news had come when he had least expected it. He had just finished processing some documents on his desk when the phone rang and he found himself talking to the executive vice president of the company. After some very brief banter the vice president had gone directly to the issue. Bud was being promoted and transferred to the Kansas City office.
While the actual transfer would not take place for three weeks, they wanted Bud to make an immediate trip to Kansas City to make a report on the operation of that office before the news of the change spread through the company.
Bud had caught an early flight the next morning. His first mistake had been in failing to pack warm clothes and when he climbed off the plane in Kansas City he thought he was going to freeze to death. The whole family would have to prepare for the dramatic climatic difference between Phoenix and Kansas City!
His second mistake was in thinking that his report on the Kansas City operation would be routine. Within an hour of arriving, Bud discovered that the manager had been making a number of suspicious arrangements with suppliers. It took less than another hour to determine that the manager had been guilty of taking substantial kickbacks from these suppliers.
When Bud called the vice president that evening from his hotel room, he was advised to fire the manager immediately. And that opened an entire new problem area. Who would manage the office until Bud arrived in three weeks? The vice president suggested that he talk to the contract manager, a capable young man who had been with the company for less than a year, and make some sort of arrangement with him to handle things until Bud arrived.
Bud called the man as soon as he hung up from talking to the vice president and invited him to come over to the hotel right away for a talk. Then-conversation lasted until after two in the morning, but Bud was satisfied that the young man could handle the routine office matters for the next few weeks.
Faced with the problem of terminating the present manager the next morning, Bud slept little that night. Then, with that unpleasant chore behind, he worked until late the next night organizing things so that the office would run smoothly until he returned.
As he stepped out of the plane to follow people through the exit tunnel, Bud thought that the one thing he really wanted right now was eight good hours of sleep!
"Hi, darling!" Wendy cried, running up and putting her arms around his neck as he walked into the passenger lounge.
"Hi, Dad!" Patty squealed, hugging him at the same time.
"Hi, gang!" Bud responded with an attempt at a smile.
"Come on," Wendy said gayly, "let's get your luggage and go home where you can relax." "Amen!" Bud said again.
They picked up his luggage and Jimmy proudly carried it across to the lot where Wendy had parked the station wagon. Wendy drove and Bud sat in the front seat while the children rode in the back.
On the way home Bud gave his family a blow-by-blow description of what had happened on his trip.
"Does that mean we'll have to move sooner?" Jimmy asked.
"I don't know, son," Bud sighed. "I may have to go back ahead of the rest of you."
"Are we going to sell the condominium?" Patty wanted to know.
"We'll have to," Bud laughed. "We're not wealthy enough to own two homes."
"I talked to that real estate agent again," Wendy offered as she turned on Adams and headed for the entrance to the condominium, "and he thinks he might have a buyer."
"Good!" Bud sighed. "The sooner, the better."
"Darling, I guess I'd better tell you," Wendy said. "I had no idea you'd be this bushed when you came home and I invited Mike and Connie over tonight. Do you hate me?"
"Of course not," Bud laughed. "But I won't pretend that I'm overjoyed at the thought of company."
"I can call them and tell them you're zapped," Wendy suggested.
"No," Bud said. "If I pass out during the conversation, they'll understand."
Wendy pulled into the carport at the side of their home and Jimmy immediately took on the task of carrying his father's bag inside.
"How about a drink?" Wendy offered as they walked into the living room.
"Best idea you've had all day!" Bud replied. "While you mix, I'll get comfortable."
Wendy smiled as she poured almost double the usual amount of vodka into the pitcher of screwdrivers. As zapped as Bud was he'd need a strong relaxer!
Bud come out of the bedroom wearing his chinos and a velour shirt. He was barefoot and comfortable for the first time in three days. Picking up the tall screwdriver Wendy had poured for him, he took several long, relaxing swallows.
"Hell, I might even rejoin the human race!" Bud laughed as he stretched out on the couch and lighted a cigarette.
Wendy was about to reply when the doorbell rang.
"Stay there," she said. "I'll get it."
Bud was about to rise when Mike and Connie walked into the living room.
"Stay put, Bud," Connie said with a smile. "It's just us old friends."
"Pour yourselves a screwdriver," Fred laughed. "Hey, Mike, you look like I feel!"
"In a word, shitty?" Mike returned.
"This afternoon my husband joined the ranks of the unemployed!" Connie announced with a flourish.
"Voluntarily," Mike added, drinking almost half his screwdriver in the first attempt. "I'll sue that bastard right into the poorhouse! How was Kansas City, Bud?"
"In a word, shitty," Bud replied with a chuckle. In several brief sentences Bud related the highlights of his trip to Kansas City.
"I'll bet that you're glad that's behind you," Mike sighed as he sat down in the overstuffed chair beside the sofa. "Future look good?"
"A lot of work," Bud replied.
"What isn't?" Mike laughed. "What do you think of Kansas City as a place to live?"
"What little I saw of it looked okay," Bud said, holding his glass out for a refill when Wendy poured herself another screwdriver. "I didn't even get a chance to look for a place to live. Wendy will fly out there next week to look around."
"Well, thanks for telling me!"
"Sorry, forgot! The company pays for two flying trips for you. I thought it would be better to have you do the house hunting because I'll be so busy."
"If I had it to do all over again," Connie said wistfully, "hunting for a place to live, I mean. Do you know what I'd do?"
"What?" Wendy asked.
"Find a big old house on a big old lot. Lots of property the kids and dogs could use to play in. Something away from these rabbit warrens in the city. I get tired of feeling caged in."
"I've always thought that would be fun," Wendy agreed.
"Fixing up an old house?" Mike said. "Fun and work, kids!"
"But look at what you'd have when you finished!" Connie insisted. "You're always complaining that our real estate doesn't earn money, Mike. That's because we buy cages in zoos."
"She's right, Mike," Bud laughed. "Hey, these screwdrivers are great!" Mike exclaimed. "I can feel the vodka already!"
"They're doubles," Wendy laughed. "I made them because I thought Bud would need it to relax."
"Well, Wendy," Mike said, "you can march that lovely blonde ass of yours right back out to the kitchen and make another batch."
"Listen! It's Mr. Discipline himself!" Connie chuckled.
"Speaking of sex," Mike laughed.
Laughter rippled through the warm living room.
"Who in the world would have ever believed that us four sex maniacs would ever become too busy for our favorite sport?"
"Isn't that the truth!" Bud agreed.
"Should we tell them?" Wendy asked, returning with a large pitcher of fresh screwdrivers.
"What?" Connie asked quickly.
"I can't see why not," Bud replied with a smile. "After all, they're our closest friends. And if they don't approve, screw 'em. Anyway, we're moving."
"Tell us what?" Connie demanded.
"We broke Patty and Jimmy in," Wendy said with a smile.
"Really?" Connie said excitedly.
"When?" Mike asked with interest, coming forward on his chair.
"Oh, it's been three times now," Wendy said. "The first one was last week. We were drunker than hell and heard a noise back in the bedroom," she related, continuing to give them a thumb-nail sketch of what had happened.
"I don't think that we'd have done it if we hadn't been tight," Bud laughed. "But it worked out great."
"Having them tied up was what made it work, wasn't it?" Mike asked.
"That and the booze," Bud replied. "I doubt we'd have had the courage otherwise."
"We talked about it," Connie said.
"In fact, we sort of decided we might do it," Mike said, "but we've never had the right chance. Hell, it's for their own good."
"I don't think that Pamela and Johnny play that kidnapped game," Connie remarked. "Having them tied up would be the easiest."
"Hey, if you two are serious," Wendy said, quickly draining her glass and pouring herself another, "why not have Patty and Jimmy tie Pamela and Johnny up? They could invent some game of some sort and trick them."
"Maybe we could make it a party," Bud suggested.
"When?" Connie asked.
"Why not tonight?" Bud said.
"I thought you were zapped!" Wendy said.
"I'm also horny," Bud replied with a wide smile. "We could make it a great big party. All of us."
"But Mike and Connie have to seduce their own children first," Wendy insisted.
"Let's do it!" Connie cried excitedly. "Right after Wendy makes another big pitcher of these great vitamin C cocktails!" Mike added.
Chapter Ten
"I think this is silly!" Pamela Merril protested as Jimmy Costain lashed her ankle to the chair. "Not so tight, Jimmy. That hurts!"
Jimmy hoped that Pam hadn't looked down at his crotch. He was sure that his hardon was showing! Pam was large for her age. Some of the guys at school said she was fat, but Jimmy thought she was just perfect-especially her big tits! When her father and mother told them what they were going to do, Jimmy had jumped at the chance.
"Are you sure you're not going to rape me, Patty?" Johnny Merril laughed as he allowed Patty to tie his hands behind his back.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Patty said. She didn't like Johnny. He was too much of a smart ass as far as she was concerned. It would be fun to watch him learn his lesson about sex tonight.
"Careful where you put your hands, Jimmy! Pam said primly.
"You mean on your tits like this?" Jimmy laughed, reaching down and cupping her heavy tits in his hands boldly. Both she and her brother were now securely tied to the chairs and Jimmy wasn't worried. "Or up on your snatch like this?
Pam's eyes almost bulged out of her head when she saw Jimmy place his hand under her skirt. And when he reached up and touched her sex the thirteen-year-old girl screamed.
"Leave her alone!" Johnny snapped, struggling against his bonds until he realized that he was completely helpless.
"Do you think Johnny has any balls, Jimmy?" Patty asked with a giggle.
"I doubt it. Why don't you see?"
"Okay!" Patty returned brightly, boldly placing her hand on the fourteen-year-old boy's crotch. "Oh! He does! And I always thought he was a fag without balls!"
"Just wait until your parents hear about this!" Johnny cried.
"Did you hear that, Jimmy?" Patty said. "He says that he's going to tell our parents."
"A snitch?"
"If he doesn't, I will!" Pam screamed. "Get your hands off my . . . my . . ."
"Your cunt?" Jimmy laughed.
"Just wait until your parents hear about this, Jimmy Costain!" she cried.
"Just wait until we hear about what?" Wendy said as she walked into the Costain living room with Bud right behind her.
"Look at what Jimmy and Patty have done!" Pamela cried triumphantly when she saw the Costains. "And they .. . they got.. . fresh with us!"
"Fresh?" Wendy laughed.
"How?" Bud added, falling into the spirit of the game and feeling much more relaxed.
"Skip it, Pam," her fourteen-year-old brother said. "Just make them untie us, please."
"Why?" Bud asked.
"Why!" Pam exclaimed. "Can't you see that we're tied to these chairs? Make them free us!"
"But why?" Wendy insisted.
"Seeing them tied up like this," Jimmy giggled, "really turns me on!"
"Ill say!" Patty exclaimed. "Mom, look at the hardon Jimmy has! I think he got that playing with Pam's boobs!"
The expressions on Pamela and Johnny's faces brought smiles and muffled giggles from the entire Costain family. Both of the bound children were pop-eyed and open-mouthed.
Pamela couldn't believe her ears! Hearing the Costain children talk like this wasn't so great a surprise, but hearing them talk like this in front of their parents-and hearing their parents go along with it, was something else again!
"I think that it's some big joke," Johnny said nervously to his younger sister.
"I don't," Pamela replied slowly. "I think they mean it."
"Pamela's right, Johnny," Wendy said with a bright smile.
"Just wait until our parents hear about this!" Pam said.
"Hey, why don't we have a sex party!" Patty suggested on cue.
"That's a great idea!" Jimmy agreed. "Can we, Mom?"
"If you're horny, darling, why not?" Wendy replied with a light laugh. "Can Bud and I join in? I'm nice and horny myself right now."
"Gee, neat!" Patty said. "Let's take our clothes off and have a ball."
"I still say it's some kind of a joke," Johnny muttered in a far less convincing voice as he watched Patty start undressing.
The reason Johnny thought that it was all a joke was because it was almost like a dream situation. At the age of fourteen, Johnny Merril was preoccupied with sex and dying to become occupied. He had been masturbating regularly for over two years. His shyness around girls had limited any contact with the opposite sex to one hasty kiss with Marge Ohlman behind the gym at school.
Patty Costain had been his sex fantasy many a night. He knew that Patty didn't care that much for him, but her body was Johnny's idea of a sex queen.
And here she was undressing in front of him! When she threw her bra on the floor and exposed her ripe tits in front of him, Johnny felt his cock jerk to life and press dangerously against his tight jeans. And when she pulled her levi's down to her knees and exposed the fact that she was not wearing underpants, Johnny's throat gurgled with an uncontrollable moan.
Pam desperately wanted to close her eyes, but could not. Jimmy was standing impudently in front of her as he slipped out of his clothes and her traitorous eyes would not leave the boy's crotch. She gasped audibly when Jimmy's rigid prick suddenly jutted forth from his pants to stick straight out from his groin as if it were pointing at her!
"Oh!"
Pam's young cheeks flushed bright red as she saw that the others were watching her stare at Jimmy's penis. Pamela Merril had experienced her first period only two weeks ago and her new-found sexual curiosity was driving her crazy!
Johnny called her Miss Pure. Pam had been that way. She knew it in her heart, but was unable to control herself. She thought sex was dirty. But all of that had changed NOW. Her Victorian attitude had suddenly transformed into a driving curiosity and desire several weeks ago, but Johnny did not know that! - "Aren't you going to join us?" Patty asked her mother and father as she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them to the corner of the living room.
"We thought you'd never ask!" Bud laughed, quickly slipping out of his velour shirt and opening the fly of his chinos.
Once again Johnny and Pamela's mouths dropped open as they both watched the Costains undress. Johnny thought his hardon would rip through his jeans when he saw Mrs. Costain pull her dress over her head and quickly take her bra off to expose her big firm tits to his hungry eyes!
"OH!" Pamela couldn't help it! She gasped loudly when she saw Mr. Costain drop his pants and his long, hard prick jumped into sight. It was so much bigger than Jimmy's! So long and thick!
"Hey! Looks like a party!"
Pam's eyes freed themselves of their almost hypnotic fascination with Mr. Costain's long, hard sex and swung around to see her father and mother standing in the entrance to the Costain living room.
"MOM!" Pam shouted.
"DAD!" Johnny cried, his voice registering both relief and a touch of resentment for being rescued from this fantastic scene.
"What's going on?" Connie asked casually, following the rough scenario they had blocked out less than an hour ago.
"We're going to have a sex party!" Patty said, hiding as best she could her feeling of unease at having the Merrils see her naked for the first time.
"An old-fashioned orgy," Wendy assed. "Want to join in?"
"Sounds great!" Mike said, forcing himself to take his eyes off the luscious body of young Patty. "DAD!" Pam protested.
"I told you that it was some kind of a joke," Johnny said with a voice that carried very little conviction.
"Joke?" Connie said.
"Look, don't tell me that our own children are a couple of prudes!" Mike laughed.
"Aren't you two liberated like Patty and Jimmy?" Connie asked. "My, look at Jimmy's nice cock!"
"MOM!" Pam cried desperately.
"Say, if you two don't know about sex, I think it's high time that you learned!" Mike said with mock seriousness.
"You're late in teaching them," Wendy laughed.
"Well, we'll just have to make up for it now," Mike replied as he quickly began taking his clothes off.
"I don't believe this!" Johnny said. "I just don't believe this! It's unreal!"
"He's the one that's hard to believe, isn't he, Dad?" Patty remarked as she walked over to her father and reached out to take his long, hard prick lovingly in her hand and caress it.
"Jimmy," Wendy remarked as she sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide apart, "Mama is pretty horny. Why don't you show them how a good son takes care of his mother when she's horny?"
"Sure!" Jimmy cried enthusiastically as he skipped over to his mother and dropped to his knees between her wide open thighs.
In their second sex party Wendy had taught Jimmy how to lick a woman's cunt and the boy delighted in his new-found knowledge of how to excite a woman. He reached down and spread the lips of his mother's pussy with his fingers, licked his lips hungrily, and then dipped his mouth to her waiting crotch.
"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!!!!!!" Wendy moaned. "You're getting to be a real expert on licking a cunt, Jimmy! OOOooohhh!! That feels so good, dear!"
Connie stopped for a moment as she started to pull her panties down. She stared openly at the erotic scene on the sofa and felt her blood pressure jump. Watching young Jimmy go down on his mother was one of the sexiest sights Connie had ever seen! She could almost feel the boy's tongue in her own slit!
Connie turned to look at Johnny and smiled when she saw him blush. She knew exactly what he was thinking. Watching Jimmy eat his mother's cunt, Johnny was wondering what it would be like to eat his mother's pussy. The thought made Connie's thighs tremble. She was anxious to give her son a taste of her sex, but that would have to be later-after they had broken the ice.
Connie stepped out of her skirt and panties and walked over to where her fourteen-year-old son was tied to the chair. She had to repress a laugh when she saw his eyes fix on her pussy as she approached.
"You're not afraid of sex, are you, Johnny?" she asked, standing directly in front of the boy so that her nude flesh was just inches from his hungry eyes.
"No," Johnny replied nervously.
"You jack off, don't you?" she asked with a devilish smile.
"Aw, gee, Mom!" Johnny replied with a blush.
"Everybody, even adults, plays with himself," she laughed. "Don't be ashamed of it, Johnny. Have you got a nice prick? Oh! I can see that it's nice and hard! Ill bet that it hurts pressing against your jeans like that! Here, let's get it out of prison."
Smiling, Connie dropped to her knees on the floor in front of her bound son. She reached into his lap and unbuttoned his jeans. Then she slipped her hand into his fly and groped with her fingers until she found his straining manhood.
"OH! That does feel like a nice cock, Johnny!"
"Gee, Mom!" Johnny stammered, his cheeks flushed a bright red color.
"Here, let's get your pants down. Lift your ass, dear. There! That's it!"
Connie grasped the waist of his jeans and shorts in her fingers and yanked them down the minute he lifted his bottom an inch away from the chair. His cock jumped free of his shorts and stood quivering in his lap.
"WOW!" Isn't that a nice prick!"
Connie's fingers trembled with excitement when she wrapped them around the hot base of her young son's rigid penis. She had consumed enough double screwdrivers to be gay and carefree, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Just thinking about it while the Costain children brought Pam and Johnny over and tricked them into being bound had set Connie's own body on edge.
"Can I suck your cock, Dad?"
All eyes in the room went toward Patty Costain when she spoke. She had led her father over to stand almost in front of the chair where Pamela was bound and had been standing there holding and fondling Bud's hard prick in her hands.
"Sure," Bud laughed. "Have I ever complained about you giving me head, honey?"
Patty dropped to a kneeling position in front of her father and held his long, hard prick lovingly in her hands.
"I just love your cock when it's hard like this," Patty said. She was playing a game, putting on an act for Pamela, and enjoying every minute of it! They had talked all of this out before they went for the Merril children.
Bringing her father's hard prick to her mouth, Patty began licking it like a stick of candy.
"It tastes so good!" she exclaimed.
Behind her back, thirteen-year-old Pamela Merril pinched her hand to make sure she wasn't dreaming! She could hardly believe her eyes! Mr. Costain was standing not three feet from her and his daughter was kneeling in front of him and licking his penis! She gasped aloud when she saw Patty form a large oval with her mouth and slip her lips around the swollen bulb at the end of her father's organ. Then while she watched Mr. Costain's penis slowly disappeared inside Patty's mouth!
"Wow, is that good!" Bud groaned when his daughter took his cock all the way into her throat.
Wendy's frantic cry brought everybody's attention to the couch where twelve-year-old Jimmy had just licked his mother to an intense orgasm.
Pam saw Mrs. Costain holding young Jimmy's head buried in her crotch. The expression on the older woman's face was one of sheer pleasure! Pam knew what was happening, even more or less how Mrs. Costain felt, but she couldn't believe it was really happening!
"Look at the way Patty is sucking her father's cock, Johnny," Connie said, stroking her son's red hot prick in her hand. "Would you like me to do that to you? Your cock looks delicious."
She looked up and saw her son blush and knew that he was not going to answer her. Instead of waiting for a reply, Connie brought her mouth to her son's hard prick and slipped her lips around the swollen head.
"Gee, Mom!" Johnny moaned when he felt his mother's warm mouth surround his aching cock. He was so hot he thought that he would explode any minute! No matter where he looked in the room, people were having sex. All the naked bodies! Tits and cunts! His mother's, Mrs. Costain's, Patty's! Christ! And now his mother taking his aching rod into her mouth!
Connie was every bit as aroused as her son. She'd always secretly wondered what it would be like to have sex with a young boy. She'd always wanted to hold and suck a boy's fresh cock! She felt her pussy tingle as she drew her son's meat into her mouth. This was so exciting!
"Bud," Mike said with as straight a face as he could muster as he walked over to stand beside his bound daughter in the chair, "you're sure a lucky stiff to have such a pretty daughter who likes to suck your cock!"
"And is she good at it!" Bud replied sincerely. He knew that this was part of the plan to soften Pamela up, but the way Patty was kneeling before him and gobbling his prick was making his balls roar! "I've always thought that your Pamela had a real sexy body. Why don't you show us some of her treasures, Mike?"
"Good idea!" Mike said, turning to face Pamela.
"DADDY, NO! OH, PLEASE, DADDY!" the frightened young girl cried as she struggled vainly against the ropes that bound her to the chair.
"Pam! Where are your manners?"
"What?" the confused girl replied.
"Where are your manners?" her father repeated. "After all, everybody in this room is naked except you. Here, we can remedy that easily enough."
Mike smiled reassuringly at his frightened daughter as he leaned down and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Pushing it aside, he then leaned in and brought his hands up behind her back to unhook her bra.
"NO! Daddy, please don't!" Pamela cried as he loosened her bra and lifted it up so that her heavy breasts were bared for all to see.
"Hey, that's quite a set of tits!" Bud exclaimed when he saw the young girl's big breasts bob free of her clothing.
"They are nice!" Mike agreed. "Our Pamela is going to be one very sexy girl!"
"Oh, Daddy, how could you!" Pam cried, her cheeks turning a crimson red as they talked about her boobs.
Mike knelt in front of his daughter and cupped her breasts in his hands. She was much bigger than he had thought she'd be. Her tits were heavy and firm and her nipples were like big ripe strawberries at the tips.
"These look good enough to eat!" he exclaimed, leaning in and capturing one of his daughter's ripe strawberries in his mouth.
"DAD! STOP IT! OH, GOD, STOP IT! OOOoooooohhh!!!"
Pamela was so embarrassed she wanted to die. Her father was playing with and sucking her boobs while everybody in the room watched! Worse, it felt good! She could even feel her nipples growing hard! When she raised her eyes from the sight of her father's mouth locked on her breast in order to glance at the others in the room, Pam was surprised to find that nobody was paying any attention to her.
Her mother was taking her brother's prick in and out her mouth the same way Patty was sucking her father's cock! Mrs. Costain was doing the same thing to Jimmy. All three of them had pricks in their mouths!
"AAAAHHH!!" Pamela felt a burning itch begin between her legs when her father began gently nibbling on her nipple. She was becoming very excited!
The thirteen-year-old girl glanced at each of the women in the room again. There was no doubt in her mind that each of them was enjoying what she was doing! What did it feel like to have a man's penis in your mouth, she wondered. Was it something special? Her curiosity was rapidly overcoming her fear and embarrassment.
Pamela though about what Mr. Costain had said about how good Patty was at sucking cock. He was actually proud of it! And she remembered how her father had admired the way Patty did it to her father and even told Mr. Costain how lucky he was.
Would her father like her to take his prick in her mouth, Pam wondered?
"Dad?" Pam finally said in a whisper.
"What, honey?" Mike replied, massaging her lovely hard nipples in his hands as he looked up into her eyes.
"Would ... would you like me to ... to do what... they are doing?" she blurted out, indicating with a sweep of her eyes the other women in the room.
"You mean you'd like to suck my cock, Pam?" Mike asked quietly, his balls roaring in his ears as the thought swept through his mind.
"Uh ... Yes," she said in a nervous voice. "I don't know how, but I'll try if you want me to."
"Of course I want you to, darling," Mike replied with a smile.
He pulled himself to his feet and stood directly in front of his daughter, his shins resting on the edge of the seat between her spread legs.
"Open your mouth wide, Pam," he said, holding his hard, aching cock in his hand and aiming at his thirteen-year-old daughter's lips. "Just take it in slowly. Don't let your teeth scrape it, honey! There, that's it!"
By stretching her jaws wide, Pam was able to wrap her lips around her father's thick prick. Both the odor and flavor of his sex assaulted her at the same time and she had to fight back a gag. She would have quit right then, but she knew that she had asked for it and that she had to go through with it no matter what!
Her eyes darted around to see if the others were watching and she quickly found out that nobody was paying any attention to her. They were all much too busy with what they were doing, or having done to them.
"Suck it into your mouth, Pam," Mike said, his knees threatening to tremble as he watched his aching prick slide slowly into his young daughter's innocent mouth.
Once the initial shock of the taste had gone Pam found that she almost liked the flavor of her father's prick. It was sort of like a sweet pickle.
The size of his big penis in her mouth was a little uncomfortable, and for the life of her she couldn't see what all the other girls liked about having a man's organ in their mouth.
Then she felt a pounding sensation on top of her depressed tongue and she instinctively knew that it was her father's heart beating along his cock. The pulsing sensation excited her and she could feel the itch between her legs increasing in intensity. Pam had no idea how she would do it, but she saw that the others, including Patty, had taken the pricks all the way in their mouths and she was determined to do the same thing!
She forced back a gag by breathing through her nose and leaned as far forward as her bonds would allow in order to slide her lips along her father's thick shaft. Pam found that she was beginning to like the taste of his penis in her mouth. And she liked the way he was becoming so excited as a result of what she was doing!
Making him hot was the most important thing to the young girl. She wanted to hear him tell Mr. Costain that she was really good at sucking cock, just the way Mr. Costain had bragged about Patty!
Mike was holding back as best he could. His nuts were roaring 'like a couple of caged lions as he watched his pretty young daughter slide his cock in and out of her mouth. He reached down and took a heavy tit in each hand and began playing with them while she sucked him.
"Man, that's really good cocksucking, Pam!" he moaned as she drew him so deep into her throat his balls were crushed against her pretty chin.
His words were music to the young girl's ears! He liked the way she was doing it! Now she began to understand why the other women liked to suck cock. Exciting a man this way made you feel loved, important, needed!
"Hey, Mom! I'm going to shoot my load!"
Pam's eyes darted over to the sofa where Mrs. Costain was sucking her son's cock. Jimmy was trembling all over while she bobbed her head up and down in his lap and took his hard prick in and out of her throat.
"NOW! OH, WOW! NOW! I'M CUMMMIIIIIINNNGGG!!!" Jimmy cried as his young hips jerked upward to thrust his hard rod deep into his mother's throat.
A loud groan from another part of the room caught Pam's attention and she managed to dart her eyes over to see her brother getting the same treatment from their mother. Her father's hard penis in her mouth prevented Pam from turning her head, but she could see Johnny bouncing in the chair he was tied to as Connie held his cock in her hand and sucked as hard as she could.
Connie was surprised when she felt herself caught in the spasms of a small orgasm the moment her young son began spurting his semen into her mouth. It happened the moment his first warm cream splashed against the roof of her mouth. She just seemed to explode, even though he wasn't touching her!
A sudden compulsion gripped thirteen-year-old Pamela Merril. She wanted to finish, to make her father come in her mouth, before Patty made Mr. Costain come!
She began sliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft as fast as she could and wrapped her tongue around the thick rod in her mouth every time she pulled her head back so that just the swollen head was locked between her lips.
"Wow, Pam!" Mike gasped. "God, that's good!"
The inexperienced young girl had the surprise of her life when without warning her father's cock suddenly exploded in her throat. She felt the head swell up and then she was flooded with his thick, hot come. It felt like she was holding a firehose in her mouth. The thick liquid kept gushing into her throat and filling her mouth. She swallowed first one huge gob of his cream and then another, and still it kept coming!
The innocent girl sucked and sucked, wondering if the flood would ever end. When she had at last swallowed the last of his semen, Pam sighed inwardly with relief. She wasn't sure that she could have lasted any longer, but she had done it! She'd made him come before Pamela made her father come!
"Christ, Pam, that was something else!" Mike sighed as he slid his now spent prick from his daughter's pretty mouth.
"Was I really good?" Pam asked, slowly catching her breath.
"Good? Pam, you were terrific!" Mike sighed as he kept playing with his daughter's luscious tits.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" Patty Costain cried excitedly.
Pam leaned to the side to look around her father's body. Her victory over Patty was short lived! Pam saw that Patty was flat on her back on the carpet and that Mr. Costain was on top of her fucking her! Pam could see Mr. Costain's balls bounce between his legs as he shoved his long, hard penis into his daughter's hole.
Pam hated Patty for ruining her victory like this!
"Daddy?" Pam said.
"What?"
"Can we... can we do that?" Pam asked eagerly.
"What?" Mike asked, looking around to see what his daughter was referring to.
"Fuck!" she said as quickly as she could to keep from blushing. She had never thought she would use that word in front of her father or mother, but tonight had changed everything. Patty had used it and so could she!
"Not until you're on the Pill, Pam," Mike laughed. "We'll get you started tomorrow."
"But, DADDY!" Pam protested.
"Oh, for the love of God, Pam, I'm sorry!" Mike said contritely. "You must be as hot as hell and here I haven't done a thing to make you enjoy it!"
"Your father can be a very dumb Irishman at times," Connie said as she walked over to stand beside her daughter. "You can't be subtle with an Irishman, Pam dear. You know that. An Irishman has to be hit over the head with a stick to get his attention. Mike, you get down there and lick our daughter's cunt until she comes. You hear?"
"What did you think I was going to do, woman?" Mike said in his best Irish accent. "Would it be all right if I took her panties down first?"
Pam was filled with a warm feeling when her parents had one of these mock arguments and used their accents. She almost giggled, until she realized that her father had lifted her skirt up around her waist and was busy pulling her panties down.
"Lift your bottom, honey, and I'll be getting these panties off your lovely little cunt."
"Pam didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed. She raised her bottom and blushed when he pulled her panties down to her knees.
"And look at the beautiful pussy our Pam has!" Mike exclaimed when he examined his daughter's crotch. He wasn't kidding! Pam's slit was as pretty as any he'd seen. She had a small, thin bush of hair that accentuated rather than concealed her slit.
"Why not bury your tongue in her crack, Mike?" Connie said. "I'll get behind you and lick your balls while you eat her."
Pam felt her heart beat fast in her chest as she watched her father lean in to place his face between her thighs. She saw her mother standing behind her father watching and she blushed. As the young girl watched, her father's tongue darted out of his handsome mouth and blazed a trail across her thighs as it aimed directly for her sex.
"AAAAAAaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The thirteen-year-old girl felt her flesh catch fire the minute her father pushed his tongue inside her slit. Somehow he managed to touch the most sensitive spot of her sex immediately and waves of passion swept through the pubescent virgin's body like an angry surf.
"Doesn't that feel good, Pam?" Connie Merril said, standing behind her husband as he began licking their daughter's pussy. "Your father really knows how to eat a girl's cunt, doesn't he? Lick her, Mike! Send her out of this world on that Irish tongue of yours!"
"OH, DADDY, OH!" Pamela cried as she felt shock waves of passion sweeping through her system. It had never been this good when she played with herself! The child was hotter than she'd ever been in her life!
Connie dropped to her knees behind her husband's back and brought her face down to his buttocks. She grasped Mike's balls in her hand and brought them to her mouth to begin licking them lovingly.
"Now that's a loving family!" Wendy laughed as she came over to sit down beside her husband and daughter on the carpet. Bud had just finished fucking Patty and the two of them were resting.
"It's too bad Johnny is tied up," Bud said. "He could be screwing his mother while she licked Mike's nuts."
"I'm not tied up!" Jimmy said, walking over with his completely rigid prick sticking out from his groin.
"Would you like to fuck Connie, dear?" Wendy asked.
"Gee, yes!" the boy replied eagerly, looking at Mrs. Merril's lovely ass humped in the air.
' Interested, Connie? ' Wendy asked.
"God, yes" Connie replied. "If he's got a hard cock, I'd love it up me!"
"Go ahead, dear," Wendy said to Jimmy. "You fuck Connie while she licks Mike's balls."
Jimmy dropped to his knees on the carpet and quickly crawled up behind Connie's humped tail.
Connie reached behind her and grasped his hard penis in her hand and guided it to her slit.
Jimmy was so excited he almost came the minute he shoved his aching dick up Mrs. Merril's asshole. Holding onto her waist firmly, the young boy humped her with all he had.
"Hey, what am I, the Devil's grandson?" Johnny called across the room. He felt very left out of it as he watched the erotic sight of his father eating his sister's cunt while his mother licked his father's balls and Jimmy fucked her from behind.
"We shouldn't neglect poor Johnny," Wendy said. "We've left him all alone. Johnny, would you like me to suck your cock for you?"
"Gee, sure, Mrs. Costain!" Johnny replied.
"Isn't it cute how he calls me Mrs. Costain?" Wendy said to Bud. "Come on, Bud. Come over and fuck me from behind while I give Johnny a blowjob!"
"Hey, what about me?" Patty cried when she saw her mother and father crawl over to where Johnny was bound to the chair.
"Mike's cock is unoccupied, Patty dear," Wendy called back over her shoulder. "Waste not, want not!"
"Can I suck your cock, Mr. Merril?" Patty asked in her little girl" voice as she crawled over to watch him eating Pam's pussy.
"Waste not, want not!" Mike laughed in his rich Irish voice.
Patty wiggled her body between Mike's legs and the chair and grasped his long, hard cock in her hand. This would be the first time she had sucked Mike's cock and the thought excited her!
She stroked it in her hand until there was a light foam covering the head. Then she managed to get her head between it and the edge of the chair. Mike's penis was shorter than her father's, but much thicker, Patty decided as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the swollen head.
And it tastes different, she decided. It's stronger. Or is that because Pam gave him a blow-job a few minutes ago?
Patty could see Connie's tongue lapping away at Mike's balls. In fact, their mouths were close together as they orally caressed his sex.
"Your brother is driving me crazy, Patty!" Connie cried. "He's got his prick up my ass and he's driving me crazy! Christ, it feels good!"
Patty did not reply. She couldn't! Her mouth was stuffed full of the woman's husband's prick! And Patty wasn't about to take his cock out of her mouth to talk. She did want to ask Connie how it felt to have a man's prick up her ass, but that would just have to wait for later!
Patty glanced across the room and saw her mother sucking Johnny's cock while her father knelt behind her and rammed his prick into her cunt. At that moment Patty Costain thought she was one of the luckiest girls in the world to have a family like this. And wasn't it wonderful that they had friends like the Merrils!
Chapter Eleven
During the next hectic week Bud Costain often thought that the nightly sex orgies with the two families were the only true relaxation he enjoyed. The moment the pending transfer became common knowledge a series of office squabbles broke out in both Phoenix and Kansas City.
And if arbitrating minor office wars wasn't enough, two large contracts were fouled up by disgruntled secretaries, requiring more of Bud's precious time and patience.
The sexual progress of the four children was both exciting and gratifying, however. A rivalry had grown between Pamela Merril and Patty. Each girl went out of her way to out perform the other. Bud smiled to himself when he thought that this was one war he hoped never ended! Two young teenage girls trying to out do each other was something else as far as the men were concerned!
Driving into his carport after work, Bud saw Mike and Connie in the living room window. Mike was back! Two nights ago Mike had disappeared and Connie would only say that her husband had taken a short trip to attend to some business. It was unlike the Merrils to be so secretive and Bud was anxious to find out what Mike had been up to.
"Well, well," Bud greeted as he let himself into the house, "our mystery man is back in town!"
"Bud," Wendy cried excitedly, "wait until you hear what Mike has done!"
"I won't say that I'm not curious," Bud laughed. "How about a drink?"
"All made, darling," Wendy replied, picking up a glass and handing it to her husband. "Tell him, Mike!"
"Yeah, old friend," Bud said, "lay it on me." "I went over to Kansas City," Mike began. "Kansas City?" Bud said.
"Right. I picked up a rumor that a large printing plant there had lost its sales manager and I wanted to see what kind of an operation they had."
"Mike took the job and they're moving to Kansas City!" Wendy cried.
"Lord help me!" Mike said, falling into his Irish accent. "You sure know how to cut a guy short, Wendy!"
"Oh, Bud! Isn't it wonderful that they're going to Kansas City?" Wendy exclaimed excitedly. "That means we won't have to split up after all!"
"Mike, this is great!" Bud said. "But why all the mystery?"
"You know the Irish pride, Bud," Connie laughed. "He was afraid that if you knew what he was up to you'd insist that he go to work for you."
"And for the life of me," Mike added with a laugh, "I wouldn't want a mean son of a bitch like you for a boss!"
"When do you have to go?" Bud asked.
"They've given me fifteen days to report for work, so the Merrils will have to get their asses into gear!" Mike laughed.
"It couldn't be more perfect, could it, Bud?" Wendy exclaimed. "Even the timing is right."
"Tell him about our idea," Connie said. "And, Bud, before she does just remember that this is a crazy suggestion. You won't hurt our feelings if you don't agree."
"It's just a wild thought," Mike added. "Hell, we don't even know if it will work!"
"Will somebody tell me what the hell you're talking about?" Bud said as he sat down on the sofa and loosened his tie.
"Connie suggested that we might look for a big old house with lots of property and share it between the two families," Wendy said quickly.
"We could remodel or restore it while we lived in it," Connie added. "Then, if we found that living together was too much of a hassle, we could sell it for a handsome profit and split the loot."
"What do you think, Bud?" Wendy asked excitedly. "Doesn't it sound ideal?"
"The way Connie explains it," Bud replied with a smile, "it makes sense. I mean, if for any reason it just wouldn't work out living together, we could sell and make some extra bread."
"That's what I thought," Mike said. "We could approach it as a joint project to make a few bucks-sort of a temporary situation until we see how it works out."
"Of course the whole thing hinges on finding the right kind of house," Bud replied. "That could take some time."
"Didn't you say that the company will pay for me to fly out there?" Wendy asked. Then, without waiting for Bud to reply, she continued. "Connie and I could take a plane tomorrow. We could rent a car and start looking."
In less than an hour the plans were made and Wendy called the airline to make reservations for the following morning. It was decided that because his schedule was relatively free Mike would handle listing the two condominiums for sale and arrange for the customary open house for realtors.
Connie and Wendy were back in four days with the exciting news that they had found the perfect place. At dinner at the Costain house after they returned Wendy described the place.
"It's a huge old mansion that was built in the twenties," she said. "The family had made a small fortune in farm machinery and built the estate just outside of town."
"It has thirty acres," Connie added excitedly, "and the real estate man said that we might be able to subdivide later on."
"And eight bedrooms with six baths and a huge old ballroom on the second floor," Wendy continued.
"What kind of shape is it in?" Mike asked.
"Terrible!" Wendy laughed. "It will take a while to restore it, believe me! The reason it hasn't sold before is that it was tied up in an estate battle in court for almost seven years. It was settled the day we looked at it."
"How much?" Bud asked.
"A hundred and twelve thousand," Wendy responded quickly. "Why the land is worth that!"
"Which ain't saying much for the house," Mike smiled.
The house can be fixed up to be lovely," Connie insisted. "And listen, sex fans, that upstairs ballroom is absolutely perfect for screw factory!"
After dinner the men went over all the figures and details. By selling both condominiums they could swing the down payment and assume the existing, low-interest mortgage.
"I'm game if you all are," Bud finally announced.
"Let's do it," Mike agreed. Once the decision was made, Wendy called the real estate agent in Kansas City and told him that they would buy the house. Then the two couples sat around talking about the things they had to do before they moved.
"You know," Connie said with a wicked smile, "there's one thing I'd like to do before we leave Phoenix."
"What?" Wendy asked.
"Have a party with Howard and Sylvia Landon!" Connie replied. "Even take the kids."
"Hey, wait a second!" Mike said. "I'm not so sure that I want to see our kids mixed up with the Landons."
"My idea," Connie giggled, "was to make Sylvia and Howard the slaves this time." "And Linda!" Wendy said quickly. "I don't get it," Mike said.
"That's because you never had that vibrator shoved up your ass!" Bud laughed. "I think I know what the girls are up to and I wouldn't mind getting a lick in myself!"
"But they'd never agree to be the slaves!" Wendy said.
"There are eight of us and three of them," Connie replied.
"You mean we don't ask them? We just -- well, just make them be the slaves?" Wendy said.
"Right!" Connie replied with an imitation of Sylvia's evil cackle.
Chapter Twelve
"What... what are you going to do to us?" Sylvia Landon cried nervously as she looked at the group of people gathered around her naked, bound body. She hated to let them hear the terror in her voice, but she couldn't help it! She was terrified! Sylvia had never been tied up before.
"She's mine," Bud Costain said quietly.
"And he's ours!" Wendy and Connie said simultaneously, pointing to Howard Landon who was securely tied spread eagle on his back on the huge mattress in the center of the room.
"All right," Howard said nervously, straining vainly against the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles to the four rings at the corners of the mattress, "you've had your fun, now untie me."
Howard was every bit as terrified as his wife, Sylvia. He had never been tied down before, either. And the way they had engineered this whole thing!
It had started like any of a dozen of his bondage parties. They had all undressed in the playroom. When he mentioned that Wendy and Mike should be the slaves, they had agreed readily. Too readily, Howard realized now. For the minute Howard and Sylvia bent down to pick up the nylon ropes the eight of them had overpowered them and lashed them down.
"Had our fun?" Wendy said. "Why, Howard, we've only just begun! Isn't that a huge cock?" she said to Connie who was standing beside her next to Howard's helpless body. "I want you to know that having that shoved up your ass really hurts!"
"Ill bet!" Connie giggled. "What shall we do to him?"
"Well," Wendy remarked slowly, "Howard has an anal thing. He screwed me in the ass. Hey, I know! For starters, let's shove that vibrator up his asshole!"
"Okay!"
"NO!" Howard cried, his entire body trembling.
"Where is that thing? Oh, here it is!" Wendy said. She picked up the vibrator and glanced across the room where the children had twelve-year-old Linda Landon bound in a kneeling position on the floor. "You boys take good care of Linda over there!"
"We will!" Johnny called back.
Johnny was kneeling in front of Linda and making her suck his cock while Jimmy knelt behind her and fucked her from the rear. Pamela was behind Jimmy, playing with his swaying, bouncing balls while he screwed Linda. Patty was doing the same thing to Johnny. Just watching the children turned Wendy on! Mike was helping Bud turn Sylvia over so that she was in a kneeling position with her ass humped high in the air.
Wendy climbed over Howard's bound leg and knelt between his things. She held the fifteen-inch vibrator in her hand and smiled wickedly at the terrified man.
"Let me shove it up his ass!" Connie cried excitedly.
"No!" Wendy said. "He rammed that huge prick into my rectum and I owe him this one!"
"Not with that!" Howard cried. "I couldn't take that one!"
"Slaves don't talk, Howard! Remember?" Wendy said. "Connie, why don't you sit on his face and make him shut up. Order him to lick your cunt. If he doesn't obey, we'll find a way to make him obey."
"Good idea!" Connie exclaimed. "I think my asshole needs a good cleaning, Howard. Lick it!"
Connie stood above the helpless man and slowly squatted on his face.
"NO!" he cried.
Connie looked at Wendy and nodded. Wendy reached out and grasped Howard's hairy balls in her hand and gave them a hard squeeze.
"AAAArrruuughhh!!!" Howard screamed.
"Now lick my asshole, HOward!" Connie laughed, "or well stop playing around with you. UUUuuummmmm!!! That's nice, Howard!" she sighed when she felt his tongue quickly lap at her anus.
Wendy brought the long, penis-shaped piece of plastic up under Howard's buttocks. She probed with her finger until she found his puckered anus, then brought the tip of the vibrator to his asshole.
"Remember how you shoved your big cock in my ass, Howard?" she said softly. "Well, I want you to know what it felt like! It felt something like this, Howard!"
Wendy shoved the fifteen-inch vibrator deep into the helpless man's bowels with one swift, hard lunge.
"AAARRRUUUUUGGHHHHHH!!!!" Howard cried.
Connie muffled the man's scream by grinding her pussy over his mouth.
"AAAAAAAiiiiiieeee!!!" Sylvia screamed. Connie glanced over to see Bud ram his long hard cock to the hilt in Sylvia Landon's asshole.
"And that's what it felt like when you fucked my ass with that damned vibrator of yours!" Bud snapped as he held his prick buried to the hilt inside of Sylvia's warm bowels. "Now get busy and suck Mike's prick, Sylvia, or we'll really hurt you!"
Connie and Wendy exchanged glances. Everything was going just the way they had planned it. The Landons, including little Linda, were getting what they had coming! Connie watched Wendy slowly work the remainder of the vibrator into Howard's rectum. Then Wendy left it there and climbed up to squat above Howard's hot, rigid, huge prick.
"OOOOOOooohhhhh!!!" Wendy moaned as she impaled her cunt on his hard pole. "It's too bad you're such a bastard, Howard. With a cock like this you could be something else!"
"How does it feel?" Connie demanded.
"Stuffed!" Wendy moaned as she sat down hard on his hard shaft. "Stuffed, but good!"
"Eat my cunt, Howard!" Connie cried. Watching her friend take his huge prick deep in her womb had driven her to new heights of desire.
Wendy began riding up and down on Howard's big cock while Connie ground her cunt over his busy mouth. Reaching out, Wendy cupped Connie's big breasts in her hands and began caressing them while she fucked Howard.
Connie responded immediately, reaching over to take Wendy's tits in her hands while she rode his mouth.
Connie's climax was so sudden it caught her unprepared. Howard was nibbling on her excited clitoris and she suddenly exploded!
"EEEEiiiiioooo!!!"
Wendy continued riding Howard's prick, bouncing up and down on his abdomen like a rubber ball.
Connie sighed and leaned forward to whisper to Wendy.
"I've got to go to the bathroom!" Connie goggled.
"Well go," Wendy responded.
"But I don't want to get up!" Connie protested.
"Why should you?" Wendy replied. "Just relax and let go, Connie. Remember what he did to your face?"
"Hey, you're right!" Connie squealed with delight. "Here goes!"
Connie relaxed and then strained her muscles. The liquid she had consumed during the evening suddenly caught up with her and she poured a golden bath all over Howard Landon's face.
"My god, Connie!" Wendy cried. "You made him come!"
As Howard's thick, hot come splashed into her vagina, Wendy looked around the room quickly. Bud was banging Sylvia's asshole like a wild stallion while Mike held her head by the hair and fucked her mouth with everything he had.
Across the room Jimmy was pouring his hard prick into twelve-year-old Linda Landon's cunt. Johnny Merril was busy sliding his hard cock in and out of Linda's mouth. And the two girls, Pamela and Patty, were busy egging their brother on by playing with their balls.
A fitting farewell to Phoenix and the couple who introduced them all to discipline and bondage, Wendy thought with a smile breaking on her lips as she bounced up and down on Howard's prick. She reached behind her back and grasped the handle of the vibrator and shoved it deeper into the man's rectum. His cock jerked and Wendy came.