Adult lust for young and beautiful teenage girls - incestuous lust - is the subject of this book. Incest and innocence.
These youthful pretty babies are seductively innocent, unaware of the powerful erotic attraction of their fresh, sweet, nubile bodies.
Their inexperienced beauty can drive an adult mad with lust - any adult - even the most devoted father, the most loving mother, the most protective older brother.
And drive them to sexual madness it does, in these three stories:
Alicia, a tender young virgin, is forced to have sex with her depraved mother and father. After she submits to them, they demand that she sexually serve their friends and lovers!
A sex-crazed daddy uses his beautiful bisexual secretary to seduce his lesbian daughter. Jennie is a prisoner of their perverse lusts!
Haughty, spoiled Cheryl visits her married older brother. Big brother and his voluptuously dominant wife put Cheryl in bondage alongside their own daughter, Lucy. The beautiful teens must perform for the pleasure of their adult masters!
FROM VIRGIN TO VIXEN
PART ONE
Vivian was getting her daughter, Alicia, ready for the big night.
"Mommy - I'm scared!"
"There's nothing to be afraid of, honey," Vivian said.
"Does it hurt, Mommy? Doing it the first time, I mean."
"A little bit, just at first. But even the pain is sweet. It proves that you've gone from girlhood to being a woman. And it doesn't hurt for long."
The mother and her daughter were in the mother's bedroom. The bedroom was on the second floor of a quiet home in a respectable suburban neighborhood.
It was early Friday night. The curtains were closed and the lights were on.
Vivian and her daughter were at one side of the bedroom, at Vivian's vanity table. She was putting the finishing touches on her daughter's outfit.
Alicia was in her early teens. Her nubile body had only recently ripened into fresh and alluring curves. The girl was slim and slightly built.
Her face was delicate, fine-featured, exquisite.
Her deep blue eyes were wide and timid. She had a long straight nose and pink, soft, pouting lips. Her sensuous lower lip trembled with emotion.
Pale blonde hair, short and fine as silken strands, framed her face.
Alicia sat on the padded bench of the vanity, facing her mother.
Vivian sat on a stool, adjusting her daughter's lingerie and appearance.
Vivian was some thirteen years older than her daughter. She was a full bodied, buxom woman, strong, voluptuous.
Long dark hair fell to her smooth shoulders, framing a hard but attractive face. Her face was fully made-up, perhaps a bit overdone, but striking.
Her eyebrows were dark and arching. Her dark brown eyes were accented by eye liner and shadow, making them look deeper and wider.
Glossy red lipstick gleamed on her mouth like fresh paint.
Her statuesque body was sheathed in seductive black lingerie.
Her lush breasts, size 42-DD, strained against the satin cups of a black bra.
Fastened around her full middle was a black garter belt. It was black satin with lace trimmings which hung on her creamy white hips like veils.
Four fat, frilly garters hung down. They were attached to the dark tops of the nylons she wore, nylons which sheathed her long, strong legs.
Her black silk panties were worn over her garters and stockings, for easy removal, when she wanted to join in on tonight's action.
But the real spotlight was on Alicia.
This was her big night. In just a short time, Alicia would lay naked and trembling on the bed, as she surrendered her virginity to her adult lover.
The big bed on which she would be deflowered was her parents'.
And the man who would take her virginity was - her daddy.
There was a rustling sound as Vivian moved inside the black negligee which she wore over her garments. High heeled black shoes completed her outfit.
While Vivian was dressed in black, Alicia was clothed in white.
White - the color representing purity and innocence, virginity.
Alicia wore a white satin bra, white lace panties, and a gauzy, transparent white nightie over them. White patent leather shoes with pointed toes were on her feet.
Her breasts were small and budding, and barely filled the cups of her bra.
The bra had lace shoulder straps, which lay on her creamy white flesh.
Alicia was thin, with a lean torso and long legs. She had an awkward but enchanting adolescent coltishness, which was increased by her nervousness.
She sat on the bench, her panty covered bottom resting on the padded velvet cushions. She kept her legs closed, the knees tightly together.
The white nightie clung to her flesh. It crackled with electricity when she moved. The outline of her body could be seen through it.
Vivian's heavy breasts strained against her black bra as she leaned forward and combed Alicia's hair with a brush.
The older woman's bra was specially reinforced and under wired, to give much needed support to her oversized mounds of flesh.
Her nipples weren't hard, but they could be seen pressing against the fabric of the black satin bra cups, which was strained to the seams.
The bra plumped up her breasts, pushing them together. They seemed on the verge of tumbling free from the strained bra which labored to hold them.
Vivian ran the brush through Alicia's light blonde hair. She worked the brush slowly and carefully, so as not to pull the hair by the roots.
As the brush glided over it, the hair glowed and shimmered.
Alicia was unhappy and preoccupied. "Mommy ... ?"
"Yes, dear?"
Alicia licked her lips. "Mommy, do I have to do this tonight?"
Vivian glanced sharply at her daughter. She didn't miss a stroke as she continued her brushing of the girl's fine-spun hair.
Alicia continued, "I know that you and Daddy are all set for tonight, but I think that I'd be much more ready tomorrow - or even next weekend."
Vivian's breasts swelled as she took a deep breath and sighed.
"Alicia, you're not going to start that business again, are you? We've been over this whole thing a dozen times already!"
"I'm sorry, Mommy. But I - I really don't think that I can go through with it."
Vivian patted her daughter's bare thigh. "Of course you can do it. It's only natural for you to be worried about the unknown. Every girl is afraid on her first time. But you'll soon see that there is nothing to be afraid of."
Alicia reflexively looked around the bedroom. The door was shut, and the two females were alone inside. Alicia was worried and upset.
"Mommy, I feel so strange about doing this!"
"Are you going to pull that business again? How many times have I told you that I'm going to be right there with you?!"
"I know that, Mommy."
"Well, then - what are you making such a big fuss for?"
"I love Daddy," Alicia said hesitantly, "but I don't love him like a lover."
"After tonight you will." Vivian chuckled to herself.
"But Mommy - isn't it a sin? I mean, for me to do it with Daddy?"
Vivian saw that sternness was called for now.
Halting the brushing of her daughter's hair, she waved the brush in Alicia's face.
"Now listen here, young lady," Vivian began, her face creasing with hard lines.
"Your daddy created you," she said. "He and I made you from nothing, and gave you life. I would think that you'd owe us something, just for that."
Alicia started to say something in answer, but Vivian cut her off.
"Be quiet, Alicia. Mommy isn't finished talking yet. Not only has Daddy given you life, but he's fed you, clothed you, and kept a roof over your head."
"I know all that, Mommy, and I'm grateful, but-"
"But nothing. You listen to me, child. You owe Daddy and me something for all the time and trouble we've spent raising you up."
"You're a big girl now, and it's time that you did your part to help out your family. That's the only right and wrong that matters to us."
"Family comes before anything else. Merely because society says it's wrong for a daughter to love her daddy too well, what has that to do with us?"
"Society doesn't feed and clothe you, Alicia. If you want to see what society does for girls like you, you should take a look inside a state foster home for youngsters your own age. It isn't a very pretty sight."
Alicia said softly, "I know that, Mommy."
"Do you? Do you really, Alicia? I wonder if you do. Imagine being in one of those institutions for a moment, instead of living in a loving home like this."
"Instead of having your own private room, you'd have to sleep in a cot in a crowded dormitory - with no privacy at all, little lady."
Vivian warmed to the subject, which was one that she and her husband had often filled the ears of their teenaged daughter with.
Vivian verbally painted a grim picture of institutional life in a foster home.
Instead of eating good, healthy, home-cooked meals, Alicia would have to eat the starchy, unappetizing food served in a mess hall.
Instead of her own lovely clothes, her extensive wardrobe, Alicia would have to settle for hand-me-downs, discards, old tattered garments.
Instead of living in a fine, clean, safe neighborhood, she would be penned up with scores of youngsters from the dregs of society - a social jungle where the strong would tyrannize weak, helpless, decent girls like herself.
Vivian concluded, "You listen to me, miss. If you could take one of those poor girls, and give them the chance to live the wonderful life you're living, with the one condition that they have to give of themselves for their loving parents' pleasure - why, there isn't a girl in one of those foster homes who wouldn't trade places with you in a second!"
"I know, Mommy." Alicia's eyes were moist and close to overflowing with tears.
"And there's something else, young lady, as long as we're on this subject."
Vivian said, "Your daddy and I only live here, out in the suburbs, so you'll have a nice environment to grow up in."
"But, if you want to obstinate and selfish, we can be that way, too."
"We've been seriously thinking about sending you away to a good girls' boarding school - one of those really tough places where girls are taught to be little ladies, and heaven help them if they misbehave!"
"If we put you in a boarding school, Alicia, your father and I could live in the city, which we love. And we could go on trips to Europe."
Vivian held her daughter's head between her hands.
"Is that what you want, Alicia? To be sent away?"
"No, Mommy, of course not!"
"Well, then, you'd better act like a big girl and shoulder your responsibilities. It's time and more than time for you to start helping me out in pleasing and pleasuring your daddy. I think it's a small price to pay."
A tear oozed out of the corner of her eye, and Alicia wiped it with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I love it here, and I don't ever want to be sent away. I'm sorry. I don't know what made me talk like that."
"Just a bad case of the jitters," Vivian smiled. "Perfectly understandable, considering the circumstances. But you don't have to worry, honey."
"After all," Vivian concluded, "Daddy will be very gentle with his little girl. Now dry your eyes, dear. We want you to look your best for him."
As Alicia blotted her wet face with a tissue, Vivian studied her.
No, there was no need for even the slightest application of make-up.
Alicia looked fresh, lovely, innocent. Her nymphet's face didn't need to be painted with cosmetics to increase its allure.
In fact, the lack of make-up made Alicia look even younger and more alluring, since it emphasized the unspoiled youthfulness of her face.
There was still one crowning touch, however.
Vivian rose from the stool and went to get the last garment.
Earlier today, Vivian had gone shopping and bought the lingerie and undergarments which her daughter now wore.
She wanted Alicia to look her very best, so all the garments were brand-new. That also accented the specialness of the occasion.
Vivian opened a round box shaped something like a hat box.
Wrapping paper crinkled as she peeled it back and reached into the box.
She took out - a veil.
It was a lacy white veil, similar to the kind which brides wore.
Vivian pinned it into place on her daughter's head.
The veil had billowing folds of material. The silken, gauzy material hung over her face like a screen, subtly softening and masking her features.
After it was pinned into place, Vivian told her daughter to stand up.
Alicia rose. She stood with her hands behind her back and her head bowed.
Vivian's dark eyes narrowed as she made a critical appraisal of her daughter.
Her breasts bobbed in the black bra as she strutted around the girl.
They made quite a contrast. Vivian was a big woman, and in her high heels, she stood almost a head taller than her daughter.
She, Vivian, was a full bodied, mature adult. Her voluptuous body was covered with wicked black satin and lace. She was experienced and knowing.
Alicia was tall and skinny, a child-woman whose body was still ripening and growing. Her pale face was almost as white as her garments.
Vivian thoughtfully stroked her chin as she studied the girl. Her full red lips peeled back over white even teeth in a sinful smile.
"You look perfect, dear, absolutely ravishing."
"Thank you, Mommy." Alicia's voice was dull, spiritless.
Vivian didn't mind the girl's lack of enthusiasm. As long as Alicia submitted docilely, Vivian would be satisfied.
Besides, the girl's reluctance only made things more stimulating.
She patted her unhappy daughter on the top of her head.
"Daddy will be so proud of his little girl!" she said. "Now come, Alicia, and give Mommy a great big kiss before we go down to see Daddy."
She faced the girl. Alicia rose on tiptoes and pressed her lips against her mother's cheek. She planted a light, glancing kiss.
Vivian scowled her displeasure. "Really, Alicia, what kind of kiss is that to give to your mother on this, the last few minutes of your girlhood?"
"I'll show you how to kiss!" Vivian embraced her daughter in a crushing hug.
She pulled the girl to her. She pushed back the veil from Alicia's face, exposing it. She crushed her red lips against the girl's pale pink ones.
Vivian kissed her daughter hard on the mouth.
She was pleased to see Alicia responding with the usual submissiveness which she and her husband had trained into the girl.
The two adults had carefully molded their child's development through the years. Now that Alicia was of breeding age, they would harvest the reward of that care.
Most important of all, they had impressed upon the girl that her family came first, above everything else - church, state, school, or the law.
Another commandment was that whatever the family did must be kept secret.
Unlike other girls her own age, Alicia was required to dress and undress in front of her parents. This custom continued after she was sexually mature.
Alicia didn't have to be warned not to tell about that to her friends. She would rather have died than have her school mates know of her status at home.
Her parents' favorite form of punishment of her was spankings.
Alicia was a quiet, well behaved young lady. It wasn't easy for her mother and father to find excuses to discipline the young girl.
But they did, although they had to single out the smallest offenses.
Alicia was always forced to strip naked and stand in the corner at punishment time. These sessions were generally scheduled for Friday nights.
The sessions were lengthy. Alicia would be spanked on her bare behind by her mother and father, who alternated punishing her.
There was always a highly charged sexual atmosphere at these sessions.
Her father and mother would strip down to their undergarments.
Daddy would wear nothing but a pair of shorts when he took his nude daughter over his lap. During the spanking, as Alicia thrashed on him, her naked hips pressing against his groin, with only the thinnest of fabrics between them, Daddy's penis would stiffen and grow, until it was a thick erection beneath her.
Alicia had seen her mommy and daddy naked many, many times.
That was all part of their training program.
They had had years to brainwash their beautiful daughter, preparing her for the day when she would join her mother in serving Daddy in bed.
Now, that day had at last arrived.
Alicia had seen and experienced many strange things.
Sometimes, after Daddy spanked her, he and Mommy would tie their daughter to a chair, and make love right under her nose.
Daddy had forced young Alicia to handle and feel his genitals.
He taught her to fondle him the way he liked it. He had made her bring him to orgasm with his hands. Lately, she had used her mouth.
Mommy had enjoyed more of Alicia's young body than Daddy had, though.
About six months ago, Alicia had been given a severe strapping.
Usually she was spanked with a hair brush or a paddle, or even a bare hand. But on this occasion, a leather strap had been applied to her bare bottom.
At the time, she didn't know why she had to suffer such a painful punishment, since whatever minor disobedience she had committed certainly didn't merit such stern corrective measures.
Alicia had shrieked and wailed so much that her folks had tied her hands behind her back, and stuffed a gag in her mouth.
After the strapping ended, the real action began.
Alicia's bottom was bright red. It ached and burned. She was terrified of displeasing her parents and receiving more pain.
After the stern spanking, Vivian was very loving and caring.
Her hands glided all over Alicia's thin body as she held and comforted the sobbing girl. She fondled the girl's budding breasts and smooth inner thighs.
Vivian took a jar of soothing ointment and massaged it into Alicia's burning behind while Daddy watched with approval.
Daddy wore only his shorts. His stiff, bulging erection thrust against the crotch of his white cotton under shorts.
Vivian rubbed the greasy ointment into her palms, then massaged it deeply into Alicia's red, abused, burning bottom flesh.
Alicia felt lightheaded, faint. Her bottom throbbed. The steady pressure of her mother's strong hands kneading the ointment into her flesh sent chills through the girl.
Alicia moaned when her mother sat her down on the couch.
Her hands were still tied behind her back, although the gag which had been stuffed into her mouth during the spanking had been removed.
Vivian knelt on the floor. She put her hands on Alicia's slender soft thighs, and spread them apart, opening the girl's pussy to her.
Vivian kissed and licked the girl's thighs, working her way upward.
Alicia's small breasts bobbed with agitation. Having her hands tied behind her back caused her breasts to thrust out more than normal.
She gasped fearfully when Vivian's hot breath played over her pussy.
Vivian pressed her lips against her daughters pussy lips.
Her tongue licked the lips, then dipped inside, tasting the youngster.
Alicia was wet and dripping. She was shamed by this fact, especially when her mother interrupted the tonguing to announce to Daddy, the wet juices glistening on her mouth, that their daughter was wet from being spanked.
Then Vivian pushed her face between Alicia's legs.
Her mouth made her daughter even wetter than she had been. Alicia twisted helplessly against her bonds as Mommy brought her to orgasm.
Ever since that night, Alicia was Mommy's little love slave.
A short time later, locked in the privacy of the bedroom, Vivian instructed her daughter in the oral arts needed to please a female lover.
Alicia was given much opportunity to practice those skills on Vivian.
The teenager was physically reminded of this state of affairs by the demanding and familiar way in which her mother's strong hands fondled her now.
Although Mommy had enjoyed the girl, Daddy had left her inviolate.
Mommy could do female things to her daughter, things with her mouth, that didn't endanger that precious piece of flesh, the maidenhead.
That delicate tissue of virginity was reserved for Daddy.
Tonight, he would claim his rights over his young daughter.
Vivian broke off the kiss. Faint red smears were smudged on Alicia's mouth from her mother's lipstick. Alicia was pale and breathless.
Vivian slipped her strong arm around her daughter's slender waist.
"Daddy's waiting for you, dear."
"I know, Mommy." Alicia looked up at her mother, her eyes pleading.
Vivian ignored the silent appeal in her daughter's face.
"Yes, Daddy's waiting for you," she repeated. "He's been waiting for you for a very long time. Let's not keep him waiting any longer."
Slight but definite pressure against Alicia enabled Vivian to lead her fearful, hesitant daughter out of the bedroom.
Mother and daughter descended the stairs to the living room.
Daddy rose and embraced his virgin daughter.
PART TWO
"Here she is!" Vivian announced proudly. "Our little girl!"
Daddy rose from his chair and joined mother and daughter.
He was a medium-sized man in his early forties. His light brown hair was thinning, giving him a high forehead. His face was square-shaped.
He was no movie star, but his mature looks were attractive.
He wore a black robe, and his feet were bare. The robe was belted shut by a sash at its waist. Daddy was six feet tall, and heavily built.
His shoulders were broad. Curly brown hairs covered his chest where it was exposed by the open robe. There was a slight softness at his gut.
His half-finished drink sat in a glass on the coffee table.
"Alicia, my love," he murmured, "how beautiful you look!"
"Thank you, Daddy." The girl's voice was a hushed whisper.
Vivian said, "Alicia's got a case of nerves, honey."
He flashed a quick grin - there was something wolfish and leering in it.
He took his daughter's hands. His hands were big and blocky, with raw knuckles. Dark hair covered the backs of them, which were heavily veined.
By contrast, Alicia's hands were long-fingered, slim, elegant. They were small, and Daddy's big hands covered them.
"Come over here and sit down, darling," he said. "You look a little shaky."
He led her across the room to his chair. Vivian closely followed them.
Daddy sat down first. His robe opened at the bottom, showing his hairy, muscled legs. He patted his thighs, which were covered by the robe.
"Sit down here, Alicia, on Daddy's lap."
Still holding her small hands, he pulled her to him.
Alicia settled down on his lap. Her gauzy nightie was short, its hem only coming to the tops of her thighs and her bottom cheeks.
As she sat down on his lap, the nightie rode upward.
Alicia's panties were uncovered as she rested her bottom on his lap.
A big grin split Daddy's face as his daughter's rounded bottom nestled in his lap, against his groin. He slipped his arm around her waist.
Her white satin panties were stretched tight across the curves of her buttocks.
Now, her soft warm weight pressed against his genitals.
Vivian sat down in the nearest chair, leaving her in arm's reach of her husband and their daughter. Lust glittered in her narrowed eyes.
Alicia bowed her head. Below the insubstantial veil, her lovely face brooded.
Daddy played with strands of her hair. He reached under the veil and twisted the pale blonde strands on his fingertips.
He formed little spirals of tightly wound hair, then watched them unwind when he released them. He hugged Alicia and moved her on his lap.
She could feel his member stirring and shifting under her.
"How lovely you look, dear," Daddy said. "Just like a bride. You're going to make some lucky guy a wonderful wife one of these days."
He patted her bare thigh. "But for now, you're Daddy's little girl."
He kept his hand on her bony knee. He gave it a little squeeze.
Alicia kept her knees pressed together, shutting her thighs.
"Yes, just like a bride," Daddy said. He fondled the lace of her white veil, pushing it back to reveal his daughter's delicate face.
"I promise you, honey, no bride will ever have a more gentle or considerate lover on her wedding night than you'll have tonight."
Alicia gasped softly as he rubbed her thighs.
"The first time is always so important," Daddy crooned. "Too many girls have been turned off from the beauties of real, physical love, because their first lover is clumsy, inept, and unsure how to treat a young, innocent girl."
His grin became more wolfish. "That won't happen to you, my pet. Daddy is going to personally initiate you into love."
His hand moved up her pink, slender thighs to the place between her legs.
He rubbed her tummy, right over the top of the elastic waistband of the panties.
Her nightie rustled as he reached under it.
"Open up, Alicia," he urged. "Open yourself to Daddy."
His hand slipped between her closed thighs and pushed them outward.
After a second's initial hesitation, Alicia let him push her legs open.
Her white panties were bikini style. They formed a scanty white triangle across her pink hips. The shimmering fabric was tight against her flesh.
Her pussy was outlined against the satin material.
Daddy stroked her pussy through the soft satin.
Alicia shivered as chills ran through her from the fondling.
"Cold, honey?" Daddy asked. "You must be, you're shaking like a leaf."
Vivian said, "She'll warm up soon enough."
"So she will," he agreed. "Yes, baby, it's time that you were tucked away in a nice, warm bed - Daddy's bed."
He took his hand out from between her legs and eased her off his lap.
Alicia's flat-heeled, white patent leather shoes touched the carpet. Her nightie fell back down to her thighs when she stood up.
Daddy rose, then gulped down the last of his drink, emptying his glass.
"Time for bed," he said cheerfully.
He give Alicia a little spank on her bottom to send her on her way.
He took one of his daughter's hands, while Vivian took the other.
The lustful adults flanked Alicia on either side as they led her across the living room to the stairs.
Vivian climbed the stairs first. Alicia followed her.
Daddy brought up the rear.
His member was heavy and stirring with arousal as he watched his young daughter's cupcake buttocks rolling from side to side under her panties.
The trio went into the bedroom.
Vivian shut the door and locked it. Now they were sealed inside.
The lights were soft and intimate. The room was heavily shadowed.
The dim lights of the lamps cast golden highlights on Vivian's and Alicia's naked flesh. Daddy's face exhibited smug pride of ownership when he looked at his daughter. Vivian led the girl to him.
Vivian urged the girl, "Show Daddy how much you love him!"
A little push against the girl's back helped her on her way toward her father.
"I love you, Daddy!" Alicia put her arms around his neck.
She had to stand on tiptoes to kiss him. She leaned into him, pressing her slender body against his. Her small breasts nuzzled his chest.
She kissed him clumsily on the lips. The artless inexperience of the fumbling kiss was more erotically stimulating than that of a more skilled kisser.
Daddy's strong arms encircled his daughter in a tight hug.
He pulled her close to him. "Daddy will show you how to kiss."
He brushed her veil aside from her face, exposing it.
Alicia demurely closed her eyes and puckered her mouth to be kissed.
Daddy fastened his mouth on hers, then stuck his tongue out.
Alicia opened her mouth for him. His tongue thrust inside her.
He ground his lips against hers. His tongue dipped deep into her mouth, probing, running over her teeth, rubbing her tongue, tasting her.
As he roughly kissed her, one of his hands dropped down to her bottom.
Alicia flinched when she felt him fondling and rubbing her buttocks.
His arms tightened around her, silently warning her not to resist.
Alicia abandoned herself to him. She was his submissive toy.
Daddy fondled her bottom through the panties. Then he slipped his hand beneath the elastic waistband and into her panties.
His bare hand was on her bottom. It was far from being the first time. Often he spanked her with just his bare hand, and still brought tears to her eyes.
Lately, during her spanking sessions, Daddy had begun to fondle her bare bottom more and more. Confused Alicia found it frightening but stimulating.
But this was different. Always, in the past, she knew that no matter how much Daddy fondled her, how much he touched her naked flesh, even when he forced her to take his stiff member into her mouth and suck him to orgasm, he would always stop at the point of inserting his member into her pussy.
Tonight, that assurance no longer existed.
Tonight, he would take her all the way.
Daddy broke off the kiss. His lips were wet with her saliva.
As she stepped back from him, she looked downward - at his groin.
Daddy was in a state of ragingly erect arousal.
Alicia knew he would be. She knew her daddy. When he kissed her, her panty covered hips pressed against his genitals, which were beneath his robe.
Now, there was a massive, tent-like bulge in the crotch of the robe.
"You're so lovely, honey." Daddy's caressing fingers lingered on her face. "I want to see all of your loveliness - every bit of it."
Alicia knew what that meant. She cast a quick sideways glance at her mother, who was watching closely to make sure that the girl performed satisfactorily.
Vivian had coached the girl in preparation for this moment - and for all the erotic moments to come, when her daughter would be transformed into Daddy's lover.
Alicia knew that the moment of truth had arrived.
There would be no last-minute reprieve, saving her from having to give her all. She must do what her parents demanded of her.
"Take off your clothes for Daddy, Alicia," Vivian ordered.
Her face was pleasantly smiling, but there was an underlying steel in the tone of her voice which warned Alicia that she had better obey - and fast.
Alicia started to reach for her bra strap.
"No need for that, Alicia," Daddy grinned. "I'll take those clothes off my little girl. Daddy will undress his beautiful child."
Her nightie was held closed by a pair of laces which were knotted into a bow at her throat. Daddy plucked it loose, untying it.
Alicia stood with her arms at her sides. Her eyes were closed into barely open slits. She was afraid to look at Daddy.
He untied the bow, then slid her nightie off her smooth shoulders.
There was a rustling sound as the sheer, sleek garment dropped down her body, falling in a heap at her feet.
Daddy pressed close against his daughter, so he could reach behind her back to undo her bra. His fingers were sure and certain.
He deftly unhooked the tiny fastenings of the bra. The back strap came open.
Daddy slid the lacy straps off her shoulders. Alicia shuddered.
His thick fingers plucked her bra cups free from her breasts.
The bra came off, and Alicia was naked from the waist up.
Her breasts were small mounds of flesh, immature, hardly developed. She looked even younger than she actually was, as a result of her small bosom.
Small, but perfectly shaped. Her breasts were like a pair of ripe, flesh colored plums rising gently from her narrow chest.
Her nipples were tiny pink points of flesh. The rosettes were small, about the width of a twenty-five cent piece in diameter.
Her torso was lean. All of her ribs could be seen beneath her soft skin.
Her tummy was flat, with a rounded navel which went inward.
Her hips were lean, narrow. Her hipbones were prominent, and jutted out. Her bottom was surprisingly abundant and rounded, luscious and tempting.
Alicia instinctively crossed her arms over her bare breasts, covering them.
"No, no," Daddy laughed. "You don't have to hide yourself, not from Daddy. He's seen his little girl stark naked many times before."
"But not under circumstances like these," Vivian reminded him.
"No, not like this," he agreed. "This is a new, er, ball game."
He gripped Alicia's wrists and pulled her arms back down to her sides.
"Look at that." He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Alicia nervously bit her lip. As Daddy fondled her nipple, it slowly hardened.
He pinched it so that it was stiffly erect.
Then he lowered his head to kiss it.
His lips formed a pink puckered O as it pressed against the nipple.
Vivian moved behind her daughter. She gripped Alicia's bare arms, holding the girl in place. Alicia was glum and resigned to her fate.
Daddy planted wet kisses on her breasts. Both her nipples were hard and pulsing.
Saliva glistened on the stiff pink points. Daddy sucked one of her nipples up inside his mouth, holding it in place between the smooth insides of his lips.
Alicia moaned softly as he flicked his tongue over the nipple.
"That's the way, honey," Vivian whispered encouragingly.
She brushed aside the girl's blonde hair, uncovering her ear.
Vivian placed her red-lipped mouth up close to Alicia's shell-like ear.
"Don't fight it," she whispered. "Don't fight it, Alicia. Enjoy it. Give of yourself. Give yourself up to the pleasure. It will make you feel good."
Alicia shivered from the disturbingly sensual effect of her mother's hot breath tickling and stimulating the inside of her ear.
Vivian added to the girl's mounting erotic stimulation by sticking out her tongue and slowly licking the ridges inside Alicia's ear.
At the same time, Daddy nuzzled his daughter's naked breasts.
The small mounds of flesh rippled and shook as he rubbed his face from side to side against them. The saliva which covered her nipples smeared on his face.
Daddy's face was hot and excited.
He was tall, and had to lean far forward to bring his head down to her bosom.
He lowered himself to his knees. As he did so, his robe opened at the crotch.
Looking downward, Alicia saw that he was naked under his robe.
She quickly closed her eyes when she saw his fleshy, stiff member.
It jutted out from between the twin flaps of the robe, pushing them aside.
It was long, thick, hard - an impressive and intimidating rod of flesh.
Since Daddy and Vivian often went nude in the privacy of their home, behind locked doors and drawn curtains, Alicia had seen Daddy in his erect state before.
But tonight she knew that she would be expected - demanded - to take that big rod of flesh inside her, and surrender her virginity to it.
The moisture which made her eyes shine spilled over into a single tear.
The fat tear rolled down her soft cheeks, which were red with shame.
Daddy's head was on a level with her pussy. His hands were on her hips.
His big hands covered a great deal of her slender hips.
Alicia moaned more loudly this time as Daddy took hold of her panties.
He pulled them down. Her bush and pussy were exposed as the panties dropped.
Alicia's bush, such as it was, consisted of ultra-fine hairs, softer than fur, which lightly covered her thin pussy lips.
Her bush was a few shades darker than her ash blonde hair on her head.
Her pussy lips were soft, pink, thin. They were intricately folded.
The hairs of her bush rippled as Daddy's hot breath whistled through them.
"My beautiful baby," Daddy murmured. "My little lover!"
He buried his face between her legs.
Now that he was occupied down there, Vivian freely caressed her daughter's bosom.
Her strong hands fondled and kneaded the mounds of soft white flesh.
Daddy's lips and tongue were all over Alicia's pussy.
He planted kiss after wet kiss on her pink flesh. The thin labia quivered from the touch of his lips, from the caress of his tongue as it glided across them.
Vivian gripped Alicia's breasts, one in each hand. She held them so that the nipples jutted out from between her spread fingers.
As Daddy went down on his fearful daughter, Vivian slowly opened and closed her fingers, pinching the stiff, throbbing nipples.
Daddy's lips were clamped to the girl's labia. He thrust his tongue inside.
Alicia's sudden moan was her loudest yet.
She was wet inside her pussy. The combination of her Daddy's mouth and her mother's hands fondling her breasts was highly stimulating to the girl.
Daddy pulled his hot, wet mouth away from her pussy.
Her juices gleamed on his face as he looked up at her.
"Daddy's got something for you, lover girl," he crooned.
He rose to his feet. Once more he looked down on the girl.
His hands were shaking with eagerness as he opened the knotted sash.
His robe fell away on both sides, exposing his naked groin.
Alicia moaned in dismay when she saw the size of his erection.
"Oh, Daddy," she cried, "I can't fit that inside me! It's too big!"
Daddy fondled her hair, smoothing it down against her scalp. "Don't you worry about that, precious. Daddy will take care of his little darling."
He and his wife led the stunned girl to their bed.
Vivian's breasts nearly plopped out of the bra cups when she bent over to pull the blankets and top sheet down to the foot of the bed.
The sheets were fresh and clean, white and shining.
The linen was smooth against Alicia's warm, rounded bottom when she sat down.
Daddy's hands were firm on her shoulders as he guided her to a sitting position on the bed's edge. Vivian put her arm across the girl's thin shoulders.
"Can't have you getting in bed with your shoes on," Daddy grinned.
He unbuckled the tiny white leather straps which ran over the smooth tops of Alicia's feet. He pulled the shoes off them, then stood up.
He shrugged out of his robe, and let it fall to the floor.
Alicia tried not to stare at the rigid rod which jutted out from his hips.
It was a useless battle, and her fearful curiosity got the better of her.
She opened her eyes and looked down at his groin.
Daddy gripped his member at the base of the shaft. He was close to seven thick inches long. His cock head was as broad as a mushroom cap.
"Show Daddy how much you love him, honey." He shook his cock.
Vivian put her hand on the back of her daughter's head and pushed it down.
Alicia leaned forward from the waist, her small breasts shaking.
Daddy's cock head loomed only inches from her mouth.
Alicia knew what was expected of her. During the last few months, Daddy often forced her to take him in her mouth, and suck him to orgasm.
Alicia was initially reluctant to perform this act, but a sizzling, painful punishment session with the leather strap convinced her to obey.
Now, months later, the sweet-faced, demure young teen was an expert with her mouth.
She licked her lips, wetting them, and opened her mouth wide.
Daddy guided his cock head between her lips.
She took the knobbed cock head deep inside her mouth, and began to suck.
Daddy hooked his hands under her arms. He pulled her off the bed and eased her down to the floor, to her knees. He kept his cock in her mouth.
Alicia slurped and wetly sucked at his member. It was wide, and stretched the corners of her mouth. She whipped her tongue against the cock head.
Now it was Daddy's turn to moan - with supreme pleasure.
Daddy rocked his hips back and forth. This caused his member to thrust in and out of her mouth. Saliva oozed down her chin.
She made soft liquid sounds as she sucked him.
With each new thrust, pushing his cock head and shaft across her puckered lips, his stiffly erect member darkened to a deeper shade of red.
Finally his cock was a bright and blazing crimson.
Daddy pulled his cock out of Alicia's mouth. A drop of come oozed from its tip.
Alicia extended her pointed tongue, and dutifully lapped up the drop of come.
"That's my good girl." Daddy patted her on the top of her head.
Vivian and he helped the trembling girl onto the bed.
He looked at Vivian. "Our little girl has grown up fast. Now it's time for us to guide her along the next steps toward adult responsibilities."
"I'm scared, Daddy!" Alicia looked back and forth between her parents.
"Daddy won't hurt you, darling," he said. "Mommy's going to oil you up, so that it won't hurt hardly at all when Daddy goes inside of you."
"I'll get the lubricant," Vivian said.
Alicia was upset. She murmured soft, ineffectual protests while Daddy's hands gently but firmly pushed her down on her back on the bed.
Vivian unscrewed the cap of the jar. The bed springs creaked and the mattress sank as she sat down near her daughter.
Daddy held the girl down. His palm pressed against her chest, while he knelt between his daughter's legs so she couldn't close them.
Vivian scooped up some oil on her fingers and reached between Alicia's legs.
PART THREE
Alicia whimpered and squirmed as she was greased for penetration.
Daddy held her down, while Mommy applied the grease.
A smile of lustful anticipation covered Vivian's face as she massaged the grease into her daughter's pussy lips, and into the membranes beneath them.
The delicate labia rippled under the gliding strokes of Vivian's rubbing hand.
Soon the soft pink lips were shining with a shimmering coat of oil.
"As long as you're doing Alicia, honey, you might as well do me, too," Daddy said.
"Love to." Vivian dipped her fingers into the jar of lubricant and scooped out a fresh dollop of the dull white jelly.
Reaching between her husband's legs, she gripped his cock.
His rigid member throbbed against her gripping fingers. Fat blue veins wound around the shaft, which was still wet with Alicia's saliva.
Vivian closed her oiled fists around the member. She rubbed the oil into the cock, covering its head and shaft with the grease.
The red head of the cock jutted out from the top of her closed fist.
"Better stay real close, darling," Daddy said to Vivian. "I'm sure that Alicia wants her mommy right beside her at this big moment of her life."
"Besides," he added, "you might have to hold down our nervous virgin."
Vivian used a tissue to wipe the surplus oil off her hands.
Daddy gripped Alicia's thin wrists and bent her arms back above her head.
"I've got too many clothes on," Vivian said. "Hold her until I take some off."
She unhooked her bra and removed it. Her massive breasts tumbled free from the cups. Her nipples were stiffly erect - they were as big as thimbles.
Vivian stood up so she could pull down her black silk panties.
Her wide white hips were lush and womanly. They looked especially lewd, thanks to the garter belt and stocking tops which framed them.
Her bush was a thick black triangle, reaching halfway to her belly.
Her pussy lips were thick, fleshy, rose colored. She put her hand between her legs and fondled her labia before she sat down on the bed.
She sat at the bed's head. She gripped her daughter's wrists, so that her husband wouldn't have to hold her down, and would have his hands free.
An excited leer shaped his face into a mask of lust.
His face was red and swollen - and so was his cock.
Daddy knelt between Alicia's spread legs. Shiny smears of lubricant shone on her soft, smooth thighs, where it had rubbed off.
Excess oil oozed between his fingers as he gripped his cock.
He lowered himself down on his daughter. He gasped like a man slowly sinking into a hot bath. Alicia's fearful face was paler than ever.
She still wore the white veil which her mother had pinned on her head. Vivian pushed it back, so the girl's face would be uncovered.
"Daddy, wait! Please wait!" Hysteria crackled in Alicia's voice.
"I've waited long enough, honey - and so have you," Daddy said.
"Please, Daddy, couldn't we do it tomorrow night?! I swear that I'll be ready then! Only please not tonight, Daddy, please!"
"That's what you said last weekend, Alicia," Daddy reminded her. "You begged me to wait until this week, remember?"
"I know, Daddy - but please, don't do it now!"
"That will be enough of that nonsense, Alicia," Vivian said sternly. "Maybe you'll feel more in the mood after a strap's been taken to your bottom!"
"Do we have to do that, Alicia?" Daddy asked.
He shook his head with disappointment. "I thought you were ready to be all grown-up, Alicia - to give yourself freely, like a big girl."
"But if I was wrong, and you need to be punished in order to carry out your duties to your daddy, then punished you will be, little girl."
"No!" Alicia chewed her lower lip. "I'm just scared, Daddy! I didn't know what I was saying - you don't have to strap me!"
"Well," Daddy said, "that's better."
His tone suggested that he wouldn't have minded taking a strap to her bare bottom.
"That's a love." Vivian leaned forward and kissed Alicia's forehead.
Alicia moaned. Choking back a sob, she shut her eyes.
Daddy smeared grease on her small breasts as he fondled them.
"Relax, darling," he urged. "It will only hurt for a second. After that, a wonderful new world of pleasure will open up to you."
"Yes, Daddy." Alicia sounded doubtful.
Vivian noticed that reluctant tone. She held her daughter's wrists snugly, ready to pin the girl down if she showed signs of resistance.
Gripping his cock, Daddy rubbed the head against the girl's pussy lips.
The soft, thin, delicate lips rippled, split, and spread as the cock head rubbed them. The fleshy head glided up and down the narrow slit.
Daddy lowered himself down on his daughter.
Alicia's small breasts shook as she took a deep breath and let it out.
She held her body tightly rigid, so that the muscles were rock hard. "Relax!" Vivian commanded. "It will hurt more if you don't, Alicia!"
Alicia tried to loosen her muscles, but fear kept them tight.
She gasped for breath as Daddy's weight pressed down on her.
His thickly muscled chest pressed her breasts flat. His curly hair, thick and matted, scraped and rubbed irritatingly against her stiff nipples.
Daddy reached under himself and gripped his cock.
Alicia whimpered fearfully as he guided the cock head to her slit.
Her pussy lips spread to the sides as the blunt, wedge-shaped cock head parted them.
Daddy pushed slowly into her, making no quick or sudden moves.
Vivian's eyes were bright. There was a streak of cruelty in her, and her daughter's imminent defloration stimulated her sexually.
Vivian's pussy was wet and dripping. She squeezed her thighs shut, pressing them against her pussy lips for an added erotic thrill.
Sweat broke out on Alicia's forehead as the cock entered her.
The oiled member slowly entered pussy, gliding over the oiled flesh.
Alicia's soft moans suddenly loudened into a high, frightened wail.
Daddy's cock head, probing her, had only gone in a very short distance before it bumped squarely against her fragile maidenhead.
The girl's frightened face screwed up in pain when the cock head bumped her.
Vivian's knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on her daughter's wrists, pinning her arms firmly down on the bed so she couldn't escape.
Still moaning, Alicia shook her hips from side to side.
She tried to buck Daddy off, and dislodge his member from inside her.
His superior weight pressed crushingly down on her, immobilizing her.
"Take her." Vivian's voice was harsh, excited. "Take her now!"
Daddy gripped his daughter's hips. His hands were slippery with oil, but his grip was so tight that she couldn't squirm away from him.
His buttocks were tightly clenched as he thrust into her.
His cock head knocked against the tender tissue of her cherry. Alicia shrieked.
For an instant, the maidenhead resisted all of Daddy's sweating efforts.
Alicia was wriggling and squealing in a high-pitched voice.
The fragile maidenhead held for an instant, but only for an instant.
There was a sharp, knifelike stabbing pain inside Alicia.
The cock head tore open the maidenhead, bulling through it, like a battering ram smashing open a vault door in order to loot the treasures inside.
Alicia screamed loudly.
Vivian, not wanting to alarm the neighbors, took one hand off the girl's arms, and clapped it over Alicia's mouth, muffling her.
Daddy grunted and gasped as his cock head pushed aside the last shredded scraps of the maidenhead and bulled its way deep into her.
For the first time in her young life, Alicia's pussy was fully and deeply penetrated by the stiff cock of an adult male.
Her Daddy's cock.
Daddy's groans of sublime pleasure mixed with her groans of pain.
No longer virgin, she was still incredibly hot, tight, and wet.
Daddy's face was that of a man driven, a man obsessed.
He reached under Alicia and clutched her bottom, gripping her squirming buttocks in each hand, squeezing them tightly.
He lifted her hips so that they were at the most favorable angle for a fucking.
And fuck her he did - hard, fast, and deep.
The pain of his daughter's defloration was merely an added spur to his erotic excitement. He ignored her whimperings as he thrust into her.
Each stroke of his stiff cock over her tightly gripping membranes made his arousal mount higher and higher.
There was something mindlessly animalistic in the savage way he thrust into her.
It was as though he were trying to make up for all the months of restraint when he had held himself back from forcing Alicia to yield her virginity to him.
Now, the girl's maidenhead was a thing of the past, extinct.
But her future as Daddy's little love slave was just beginning.
Alicia's face was red, contorted. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Daddy's body was oiled by his sweat. Alicia trembled and moaned under him.
His arousal was intense. When he forced her to take him by mouth earlier in the evening, she had sucked him close to orgasm.
Even though he had burned and ached to come inside her mouth and make her swallow it, as he usually did when he made her suck him, he had held back, instead.
He didn't want to soften the fully erect vigor of his hard cock by orgasming just then. He wanted to be as stiff as possible when he broke her cherry.
Now, she was broken - broken with her mouth open, moaning.
There was no reason for Daddy to hold back any longer.
He thrust deep into her. Alicia squealed through Vivian's hand, which covered her moaning mouth.
Daddy's cock head knocked against the mouth of her womb.
Daddy stopped thrusting, and kept his cock deep inside her.
The member twitched convulsively. Alicia's tight pussy gripped it. Fat throbbing veins, circling his shaft, pulsed against her membranes.
Semen spurted from his cock head, gushing thickly into her pussy.
Alicia's choked sobs gurgled in the back of her throat.
She shuddered with revulsion and pain as semen filled her, soaking into her flesh.
Daddy groaned. His face was creased and gasping.
He shook convulsively as his semen was milked out of him and pumped into his daughter.
When the tension of his orgasm was over, he slumped exhaustedly on the girl.
His sweating head lay alongside Alicia's. He moaned with pleasure as he filled his panting lungs with fresh air.
He gripped her cupcake bottom so tightly that her buttock flesh was white where his fingers dug into it, white as snow.
His cock quivered as the last drops of semen were squeezed from it.
Alicia was sobbing but shrieking.
Vivian decided that she could safely take her hand off the girl's mouth.
She did. Alicia sobbed broken-heartedly, her small, petite body heaving.
Daddy liked her sobbing. It caused her hips and her pussy to rub against his cock, sending wildly erotic thrills through his sensitized shaft.
Alicia's eyelids fluttered, opened. "It hurt!" she sobbed. "I feel like I've been split right down the middle! It hurt me!"
She turned her head to the side and buried it into the mattress.
The sheets were wet with her tears. Daddy opened his eyes. Sweat dripped from his face. The fat droplets spattered on the naked breasts of his daughter.
He looked like a boxer during the last round of a fifteen round fight.
"So good," he moaned. "God, that was so good!"
Alicia continued to cry. Her cries were tinged with fresh pain a few moments later when Daddy rocked back and pulled his cock out of her.
His member was still stiff. It was oiled with semen, grease, pussy juices.
Tiny ruby-red droplets of blood mingled with the milky semen which oozed from the young teen's pussy lips and dripped onto the sheets.
Alicia moaned in pain. She trembled like she had fever chills.
Vivian let her daughter rest for a while - but not too long.
After all, she had her own pleasure to think of.
When she felt that her daughter had cried herself out, Vivian put Alicia's mouth to a better use than moaning in pain - although Alicia continued to do that.
Vivian sat at the head of the bed. She moved, climbing on it so that her massive thighs straddled her daughter's upturned head.
Alicia sensed the shadow of her mother's hips falling over her face.
She opened her eyes, which continued to leak tears.
Vivian knelt with her stockinged thighs on either side of Alicia's head.
Alicia blinked through her tears. She could see Vivian's thick black bush, with her fleshy, rose colored pussy lips peeping out from the hair.
Vivian knelt so that she faced her daughter's feet.
Slowly, she lowered her pussy down on her daughter's mouth.
Alicia's mouth was opened for a whimpering sob when suddenly her mother's labia touched down on it, pressing against it.
Alicia's weeping was muffled as her mouth was filled with her mother.
Vivian was hot and wet. As she sat on her deflowered daughter's face, her pussy lips spread to the sides. Naked inner membranes were exposed.
Vivian demandingly rocked back and forth, moving her fleshy hips. Her stockinged thighs gripped Alicia's head tightly, holding it in place.
Alicia had been in this position many times before.
Just as she had known when to take her daddy's stiff member in her mouth, the teenager now knew that she must apply her tongue and lips to Mommy's pleasure.
Stifling a sob, Alicia stuck out her tongue and slipped it deep into her mother.
Vivian's juices, thick and rich, sloshed around the squirming pink tongue which burrowed into her pussy. The juices tingled on the girl's tongue.
Vivian leaned forward, pressing her pussy even tighter against her daughter's mouth.
The older woman leaned over her daughter, and reached for her husband.
Vivian's heavy breasts grazed Alicia's abused flesh.
Vivian reached between Daddy's legs. Her fingers circled his semi-erect cock.
It quivered and stiffened at her touch, lengthening into a full erection.
Daddy moved across the bed, closer to her, smiling with pleasure.
Vivian lowered her head into Daddy's lap. He held his stiff penis, aiming it toward her open mouth. Her red lips wrapped themselves around his shaft.
He squirmed and moaned as her tongue licked the tiny hole at the tip of his penis. She slurped and sucked at his fleshy cock head.
Over her tongue and deep into her throat she guided his member.
Her black hair spilled over his lap. She bobbed her head back and forth as she sucked him. He made soft moans of pleasure.
Alicia moaned, too - from the throbbing pain of her torn maidenhead.
Since her mother's pussy membranes were pressed directly against the girl's mouth, Alicia's moans rippled through Vivian.
Daddy fondled and squeezed his wife's plump breasts, pinching the nipples erect.
While she sucked her man, Vivian rocked her hips back and forth on Alicia's mouth.
Alicia held her upright tongue pressed firmly against her mother's clitoris, just the way she knew Vivian liked it.
Alicia was too fearful not to fully apply her oral skills to her mother's pussy and pleasure. She tried to ignore the pain between her legs.
Her tongue was held vertically upright. As Vivian rode the girl's mouth, each back and forth movement of her hips sent fresh thrills racing through her.
As she sloppily and wetly sucked Daddy's cock, Vivian's red lips curved in a smile of satisfaction.
She and Daddy had trained their daughter very well indeed.
Even though Alicia was in pain, she still gave her dominant mother a superb tonguing. Vivian credited this kind of concentration in the girl to the discipline and respect for authority she and her husband had instilled in the girl.
And Alicia was doing an excellent job of mouthing Mommy's pussy.
Vivian could have climaxed right then and there. But she held herself back, restraining herself, delaying her orgasm.
Her pussy felt like it was melting into liquid jelly. Sweat streamed down her face, plastering her dark black hair down.
Still, Vivian concentrated on making her husband come again.
Her efforts were soon rewarded. Daddy clenched his hands into fists which tightly gripped the sheets as he came inside Vivian's mouth.
The intensity of his orgasm when he took Alicia's cherry had temporarily milked dry the thick quantities of semen which usually accompanied his orgasm.
As a result, only a few drops of the milky white fluid were squeezed from his cock and balls, to ooze on Vivian's broad pink tongue.
His pleasure was no less intense, however. He gasped as he came.
A moment or two later, Vivian lifted her head from his cock. Semen wet her lips. She sat upright on Alicia's mouth and thrust wildly back and forth.
Vivian clutched her breasts and squeezed them tightly as she climaxed.
The exhausted family threesome collapsed on the bed.
That was how Alicia lost one particular kind of virginity.
A few months later, she was forced to surrender another kind of innocence.
Following the night of her defloration, Alicia led a strange double life.
By day, she was a typical teenage girl - although a silent and withdrawn one.
She attended her junior high school five days a week, and maintained good grades.
By night, however, Alicia was a sex toy for her parents' amusement.
As soon as Daddy checked to see that her homework was done, Alicia would put aside her school books and take off her clothes.
Vivian and Daddy would be waiting for her in their bedroom.
Their eager hands would clutch the girl and lead her to the bed and ease her down on it. Garments and lingerie would be shed on the floor.
When they all three were naked, they would writhe on the bed in intricate combinations of lust.
Mother and father used their daughter's body. Alicia's pink-lipped mouth was put to work on pleasuring her mother's pussy as often as it was forced to take Daddy's thick cock inside it and suck it to orgasm.
Alicia was unhappy with the arrangement, but she submitted.
Her parents were right about one thing, though - after the first night, when her cherry was taken, it no longer hurt Alicia to surrender herself to them.
In fact, sometimes it was downright pleasurable.
Sometimes, when Daddy's hard cock was thrusting deep into her, while at the same time her mother's mouth was hot on Alicia's small breasts, licking and sucking them, Alicia would orgasm fiercely, wrenchingly.
Alicia knew that if society knew what she did with her parents, all three of them would be condemned, shunned, and prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
When she saw her school friends laughing and chatting in the halls, she knew that there was no one she could confide in and tell about her bizarre home life.
And she was confused - confused by the ecstasy which her mother and father could bring to her in bed, and by how thrilled they were to lick and kiss and suck her body.
But people can get used to just about anything, and Alicia was able to adjust to the changed circumstances of her home life.
Her parents' teaching, that the family came before anything else, was deeply engrained in Alicia's mind, and she fully believed it.
Even so, she dared to defy Daddy and Vivian's latest demand.
Alicia turned pale when they told her what they wanted her to do.
She was in her bedroom. Vivian sat on the girl's bed, her arm around her daughter's slim shoulders, idly caressing strands of Alicia's hair.
Speaking softly and lovingly, Vivian began to tell Alicia that there was a very big favor that she must do for her mother and Daddy,
Alicia frowned when she heard that - she was suspicious of her parents' demands.
Vivian brushed aside a lock of Alicia's hair, put her mouth close to the girl's ear, and softly whispered what Alicia would be required to do.
The blood drained from Alicia's face when she heard what she must do.
She wiggled out from under her mother's arm, and backed away from her.
"I won't!" Alicia gasped. "Not that! You can't make me do that!"
"It's for the family, child," Vivian said sternly. "You must do it."
Stubbornly Alicia shook her head. "No! Not that! I won't do it!"
"I see that you need a lesson in obedience, young lady!"
Alicia slid off the bed and started for the door. Vivian caught her daughter's wrist and violently flung her on the bed.
Alicia made a soft cry as she tumbled awkwardly on the bed.
Vivian called for Daddy. He must have been right outside the door, because he entered the room immediately, closing and locking it behind him.
Daddy and his wife wasted no time in disciplining their rebellious daughter.
They overpowered the girl, and wrestled her over Daddy's lap.
Up went Alicia's thin dress, and down came her panties, as Daddy jerked them past the tops of her thighs, baring her bottom.
Alicia was whipped with the leather strap. Her shrill cries were so loud, frantic, and insistent, that she was gagged with her own panties.
Even after the punishing strap reduced her to a weeping, cringing creature, Alicia still refused to perform what her folks commanded.
Vivian glared at her daughter. Her massive bosom rose and fell with heavy breathing.
Alicia lay sprawled face down on her bed. Her dress was still raised, leaving her lower body naked. She shook with continued sobs.
Her bottom was marked with angry red welts and blisters.
Vivian folded her arms across her breasts. "Very well, Alicia. If you want to act like a little girl, instead of a young lady, that's your right. It doesn't matter. Whether you want to or not, you're going to do what we say!"
And that was just the way it turned out.
Later that night, Alicia was visited by her parents once more.
Again, Vivian asked Alicia if she was willing to obey.
Again, Alicia said that she would never do what they wanted.
Vivian and Daddy exchanged glances. Moving by a prearranged signal, they grabbed their daughter and tied her up and gagged her.
Alicia lay on her back on her bed, squirming and twisting.
There was the sound of hammering just outside her door. It was Daddy.
He was fastening a special padlock from the outside, one which couldn't be open from inside the room.
When he was done, Alicia was untied and left alone.
As soon as she pulled the last strands of rope from her feet and hands, she hopped off the bed and dashed to the door and tugged wildly at it.
It wouldn't budge. Alicia was a prisoner, locked in her own room.
There was a fifteen foot drop from her window to the ground.
She wouldn't take it. Even if she made the jump, what then?
Where would she go? What would she do? Her parents were the only relatives she had within hundreds of miles. Her friends were mere school girls, like herself.
Who could she tell her story to? No one.
If Alicia was foolish enough to detail what Mommy and Daddy had done to her in bed, nobody would ever believe it.
Her folks would only deny all the charges. They would claim that Alicia was mentally disturbed, or on drugs, and had hallucinated everything.
It might even be worse if her story was believed.
The scandal would be unbearable. In a small town like this, where everybody knew everybody else, and had their nose in their neighbor's business, Alicia would be branded as an incestuous child of shame.
Mommy and Daddy would go to jail - and Alicia would be sent to a state home.
No, as bad as things were, she couldn't run away. Not even from what Mommy and Daddy demanded of her now. She must stay.
But she wouldn't do what they wanted. She swore that to herself.
She was wrong.
Vivian was right. Even if Alicia didn't want to obey, she could be forced.
Banker George Dowd discovered that to his pleasure.
Vivian kept her daughter locked in her room all day. When she brought Alicia her breakfast and lunch, she asked if Alicia was ready to listen to reason.
Alicia still refused to do what was demanded of her.
Vivian brought Alicia her dinner. After the girl had eaten, Daddy and Vivian cornered her in her room.
They gave the girl one last chance to willingly obey.
Alicia still refused. Vivian wanted to beat the girl into submission, but Daddy said that it wouldn't do any good, not when Alicia was so determined.
So, they fixed it so Alicia had to perform.
Banker Dowd was a big man - physically and in terms of power and prestige.
He was the president of the biggest bank in town. In his early fifties, he was a square-faced man with a thick head of silver hair and a thick-lipped pouting mouth.
He wore an ultra-conservative three-piece business suit.
Daddy's business, a small hardware store, was having some financial difficulties.
A small and timely loan would make things right as rain.
Daddy and Banker Dowd had worked out an unusual loan arrangement.
It might never have happened if Vivian hadn't been good friends with the stylist at the local beauty parlor, a gossipy middle aged woman.
The stylist's niece worked at the bank. The niece was very young, barely out of high school, but already she had an important post at the bank.
The reason for her success, the stylist confided to Vivian, was that the lovely girl had become the personal sexual property of George Dowd, bank president.
Which gave Vivian and Daddy a very good idea.
One morning, when Daddy was in the banker's private office, negotiating for a loan, he played his ace in the hole.
A framed picture of a matronly woman with her arms around a pair of fresh-faced juvenile girls sat in a place of honor on the banker's desk.
Daddy asked Dowd if those were his daughters. The banker beamed with paternal pride as he admitted that they were.
Daddy complimented him on the girls' loveliness. Reaching into his wallet, he took out a picture of Alicia, a snapshot taken of her recently.
The banker dutifully took the photo, no doubt intending to give some perfunctory comment on what a nice girl Alicia undoubtedly was.
Instead, his face reddened and his voice was thick, choked.
He demanded, "If this is a joke, it's in damned poor taste!"
"That's no joke," Daddy said. "That's my daughter!"
Daddy was quite a camera and photography hobbyist. He had taken scores and scores of pictures of his beautiful daughter, and developed them in his home darkroom.
Like almost all of the photos he had taken of Alicia, the snapshot in the banker's trembling hands showed the young teen in a state of total nudity.
Daddy launched into his own terms to secure the loan.
The banker was doubtful at first. He feared a trap, designed to put him in a compromising position, which could then be used against him.
Daddy rightly pointed out that if it was a trap, he, Daddy, would have much more to risk than the banker ever would.
After all, Alicia was his very own daughter.
The banker's prudence gave way to his lust. Just as Daddy had suspected, Dowd was willing to make a deal. The terms of the arrangement were set.
Now, early on a week night, Banker Dowd was here to collect his part of the bargain.
Vivian used a key to unlock the padlock which shut Alicia into her room.
She opened the door. Dowd followed her into Alicia's bedroom. Daddy brought up the rear, closing the door behind him.
Alicia made choking, angry sounds behind her gag.
The three adults crossed the room to her bed and looked down at her.
A thin blanket covered her from the neck down. Her arms were spread out to her sides in the crucifixion position. Thin but tough ropes circled her wrists, securing them to the wooden posts of the headboard.
"Hello, darling," Vivian smiled.
"That's our little girl," Daddy announced to the banker.
Daddy and Mommy had done their very best to secure Alicia's voluntary submission.
They had told her that it was only a little thing that they wanted her to do, certainly nothing that she hadn't done with them in bed many, many times.
Except that they wanted her to do it with a stranger.
Well, not quite a stranger, since everybody in town knew the bank president, including Alicia.
This, then, was the request - command, actually - which her parents had made.
Alicia was horrified. She had adjusted to the status quo, where she was Mommy and Daddy's little sex toy, forced to submit when they desired her to.
But at least that was all in the family. Now, her folks were going to bring an outsider into the scene. "You want to make me a whore!" Alicia bitterly accused.
Mommy had given that the only answer it deserved - a slap in the face.
She tried to explain to her girl how important it was for the family's finances that they secure that bank loan. It was necessary.
If Alicia came across, the loan was a certainty. Without her, Daddy might very well be forced out of business, for lack of a small loan.
For once, neither her parents' threats or punishments could break Alicia's will.
This was where she drew the line.
Mommy and Daddy were equally determined. Force would be required.
That was why Alicia was bound spread-eagled to her bed, a gag stuffed in her mouth.
Mommy and Daddy apologetically explained the situation to Dowd.
He didn't seem to mind the fact that the girl wasn't willing - quite the contrary, in fact. He was erotically excited by Alicia's resistant.
The bank president just loved young girls.
When he saw Alicia tied to her bed, Dowd realized with a sudden flash of insight that he also had a taste for the bondage and submission of those same young girls.
Daddy smoothed back the hair from Alicia's sweating forehead, tenderly brushing aside the silken ash blonde strands which veiled her face.
A strip of white cloth was forced between her jaws and knotted in place behind the back of her head. It held her gag in place in her mouth.
Alicia groaned with shame when she saw the banker leering down at her.
Daddy pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed, uncovering Alicia.
Like her arms, her long thin legs were spread wide, with ropes securing her ankles to the bedposts. Alicia twisted futilely against them.
Dowd licked his lips as he stared at her. The sight of the very young teen, stripped and bound for his pleasure, made his mouth water.
His erotic excitement also showed itself in another way, as his heavy genitals, tingling and throbbing, quivered with life in the crotch of his pants.
Daddy had previously explained to Dowd that he and Vivian would be present.
After all, this was the first time that Alicia had ever been made love to by an outsider, and she would need the comforting presence of her parents.
Dowd said sure, fine, that was okay with him. After all, he was a father himself, and certainly he could understand Daddy's and Vivian's feelings.
Just so the banker wouldn't feel too self-conscious, Daddy and Vivian took off their clothes, too. Garments rustled and fell to the floor.
Mommy stripped down to her black bra and panties.
Daddy stood behind her, unhooked her bra, and took it off.
He was dressed only in his shorts. He fondled his wife's naked, heavy breasts as they flopped out of the bra which had been removed.
The nipples, fat pink pebbles, puckered, stiffened, became erect.
Daddy suggested that she go give the banker a hand in taking off his clothes.
Her buttocks rippled beneath the taut fabric of her panties as she crossed the room. She stood facing Dowd as she unknotted his tie.
Dowd kicked off his shoes and socks. Mommy pulled his shirt tails out of his trousers. Caressingly she ran her hands over his chest.
The banker took off his shirt. He had broad shoulders, big, soft arms, and a sloping gut which spread into a rounded pot belly.
His stomach was soft, but there was nothing soft about his member.
It bulged hugely in the crotch of his trousers. The banker grinned as Mommy put her hand between his legs and fondled his swollen penis.
She unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, pulled down his zipper.
He wore a pair of boxer style shorts, white with a red diamond pattern. His stiff cock thrust against the crotch of the shorts, straining against the fabric.
Daddy stripped naked. His cock was heavy, but not fully erect.
He would remain on the sidelines for now. The fact that he and Vivian were in the room, stripped, helped reassure the banker that this wasn't a set-up.
Vivian led the banker to her daughter. Alicia groaned helplessly as she writhed against the ropes which held her in place.
Her mother took hold of Dowd's shorts and pulled them down.
The bullet shaped head of his stiff cock caught for an instant on the elastic waistband of the shorts, which pulled it downward.
Then the shorts dropped to his ankles, and the freed erection sprang up.
The bed springs creaked and the mattress sank as the banker climbed on it.
He knelt between Alicia's spread legs. He had a fat ass and slender legs.
His swollen erection jutted out beneath the overhang of his midriff paunch.
His face was as red and swollen with lust as his cock was.
Alicia looked up. The banker loomed over her, crouching on his hands and knees as he prepared to lower himself on her trembling body.
His fingers, thick as sausage links, touched her face, which was red and hot with burning shame. His hands were sweating.
His thick fingers left smears of sweat on her cheeks, forehead, and chin.
The white cloth stretched between her jaws was saturated with saliva.
Dowd's shaking hands moved down her swanlike neck to her breasts.
"She's lovely." His voice was a harsh, rasping croak. "Lovely ... "
He played with Alicia's small breasts. He kneaded them, fondled them, fingered them.
She groaned with disgust as his blubbery lips pressed against her nipples, sucking and slurping at them, smearing saliva on her bosom.
Dowd rubbed his face on her breasts, with the result that his face was wet, too.
His erect cock brushed against her thighs and belly as he crawled on her.
Daddy called Vivian to him. Banker Dowd was doing fine by himself.
He pulled her on his lap, after first pulling off her panties.
Vivian's plush naked ass rubbed against his swollen member.
She spread her strong legs and reached down between them.
Her fingers circled Daddy's cock, gripping it tightly. The firm erection throbbed.
She moved her hand up and down, pulling and kneading his flesh.
Banker Dowd sat with his fat ass resting on the backs of his heels.
His legs were folded, and his jutting erection bobbed and jerked.
He stuck his finger into his mouth. His wet lips puckered like a baby's sucking a bottle. He shoved his finger in his mouth and slurped on it.
When he finally took the finger from his mouth, it dripped with saliva.
Vivian, not halting a stroke of her steady fondling of Daddy's cock, told the banker that he would find lubricant in the top drawer of the night table.
The banker declined, saying that he would use his natural lubricant.
He laid his wet finger lengthwise along the divide of Alicia's pussy lips.
He ran his finger up and down, smearing the saliva on the pussy lips.
His stubby fingers folded back her thin pussy lips, exposing a pink, pearly, throbbing clitoris, a tiny button of flesh.
He put his fingertip against it, and roughly massaged it.
Alicia squirmed and shook and writhed. Her hips jerked on the mattress as she tried to avoid the banker's probing finger.
Dowd had another probing device, much longer and thicker - his cock.
Raising his hand to his mouth, he licked the palm like a cow licking a salt block. He then smeared the saliva on his fleshy cock head.
Moving cumbersomely, he lowered himself on the bound and gagged girl.
Gripping his cock, he guided it between Alicia's pussy lips.
During banking hours, Dowd was cool, calm, unflappable.
Now, after hours, he was sweaty and obsessed - another adult addict to the beauty of a very young teenage girl, one who was bound to serve him.
And Alicia was so much younger than the lovely secretary, only recently out of high school, who performed her most important job duties for the banker behind locked doors, when she would get on her knees and take him by mouth.
His blunt cock pushed her pussy lips far to the sides, stretching her narrow slit.
A soft wailing whimper escaped the gag in Alicia's mouth.
The banker lowered himself down. His swelling belly touched her flesh first. It contacted her flat tummy, which was hollow with fear.
Dowd's heavy weight forced his cock deep into the girl.
Since his cock head was already stuffed inside her, stretching her, all he had to do was let the weight of his hips press down, forcing the cock deep into her.
It wasn't all that easy. Alicia was no virgin, and although the constant sexual service she was required to supply to Daddy had stretched her out some, she was still small and narrow inside her pussy.
This was an intimate asset which only delighted the lustful banker.
An intense expression creased Dowd's face as his member forced its way deep into the wet, slippery inferno which was the inside of her pussy.
He literally rolled his eyes in his head at the sudden, fierce pleasure.
He pushed deep into her, so deep that her thin pussy lips pressed the base of his shaft. Dowd wasn't quite as long as Daddy was, but his cock was thicker.
Sweat streamed down his face, and hers.
Dowd's weight was crushing on her. Alicia could scarcely breathe.
There was a steady, rhythmic, slapping sound as his belly clapped against hers as he fucked her. His bulky body covered the slender girl.
The plump buttocks of his ass jiggled as he thrust in and out of her.
He sweated like a pig in a heat wave. Sweat oiled his fleshy, soft, virtually hairless body, so that his flesh clung glidingly against the girl's.
His cock pumped in and out, back and forth, faster and faster.
Dowd gasped for breath. His eyes were squeezed into slits in his red face.
His buttocks whitened as he clenched them tightly and shoved deep into her.
Semen erupted from his swollen cock. It soaked into the membranes of her pussy, soothing them. Her thin pussy lips were chafed and irritated.
Vivian finished Daddy off. He groaned as her closed fist pumped up and down on his cock, which was red and stiff as a bar of heated iron.
Daddy watched Dowd thrust deep into Alicia and come inside her.
The erotic visual stimulus was all it took to trigger his own orgasm.
Daddy groaned. Vivian's hand continued moving over his cock, pulling it.
From his red swollen cock head, white semen jetted, spilling down his shaft and over Vivian's clutching fingers. Come spattered on the carpet.
Daddy's moaning sigh of sexual release mingled with that of the banker's.
So - it was done. Only a few months ago, Alicia was a tender virgin.
Now, after being forced into sexual slavery to her parents, she had taken the next big step - as the unwilling but helpless pleasure slave of a stranger.
The young teen had gone from virgin - to vixen.
ENSLAVING HIS LESBIAN DAUGHTER
PART ONE
The unknown builder of Steve Rourke's house had some peculiar tastes.
So did Steve.
For that matter, Steve's teenage daughter, Jennie, had some rather unusual tastes of her own. Unusual sexual tastes.
Which was surprising, since Jennie looked for all the world like a typical, clean cut youngster, although certainly a very pretty one indeed.
But appearances can be deceiving, as Steve saw with his own eyes.
He was in a place of perfect concealment, a place known only to him.
He sat on a wooden high-backed chair, his face pressed to the spy hole in the wall.
Through it, he could see into his daughter's bedroom.
The room, like the rest of the house, was old, although the recent renovation had restored it to the handsome state it had known over a century ago.
The stereo on the dresser was playing some soft folksong music.
Jennie was with Marie. Marie was her girlfriend.
And not just a female friend - more than that. Much more.
Marie was Jennie's lover.
Her current lover. Steve knew that there had been others in the past, all of them females. But Marie was the latest.
The field of vision which the peephole gave him afforded a clear and complete view of his daughter's bedroom.
Jennie was in her early teens, a gorgeous nymphet.
Her round face still showed traces of baby fat, creating a charmingly juvenile effect. But her fresh young body was ripe and nubile.
Long, thick, soft brown hair framed her face and fell to her shoulders.
Her face was lightly made-up, with a subtle and skillful use of cosmetics.
Her eyes were pale green, deep set. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her an elfin, impish look. Her pink lips were soft and full.
She still wore the required uniform of the private girls' school she attended. She had only come home from school an hour or so ago.
Her navy blue blazer was neatly draped across the back of a chair.
A short-sleeved white blouse hugged her torso. Her budding breasts, cupped in a plain white bra, made a gentle swelling rise on her chest.
The flesh of her face and exposed arms was a soft pink.
A black-and-gray plaid skirt covered her from her waist to just below her knees. Gray knee socks and black loafers completed her outfit.
Marie, her latest lover, was two years older than Jennie, which still put her in her middle teens. She was dark, thin to the point of gauntness, and lovely.
Marie had a distinctive face, one which looked startlingly adult.
Her flesh was stretched tight across the fine bones of her face.
Her eyebrows were thick and very dark. Her eyes were so dark a brown that they were almost black. They were hot and smoldering when she looked at Jennie.
Jennie was a bit shyer, but there was a heated boldness in her eyes as she glanced at Marie from time to time.
Steve Rourke didn't know much about Marie. He knew that she had struck up an acquaintance with his daughter a month ago, when the girls first met at an art gallery.
Marie did some painting, and Jennie was a lover of the arts.
Steve didn't know if Marie's work was any good - her painting, that is - since he had never seen any of her stuff, although Jennie raved about it.
But he did know that whatever her painterly abilities, Marie was an artist at seducing and erotically captivating his young daughter.
This discovery did not necessarily upset Steve.
As has been mentioned before, he had some strange tastes of his own.
Voyeurism was one of them.
He peered through the spy hole. Marie crossed the room, going to Jennie.
Marie had a wide oval face, with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks.
She was very dark, Mediterranean, with jet black hair cut close to her scalp.
It would have been an unattractive hair style on many females. But for Marie, who had a delicately boned face with exquisite features, her hair was enchanting. It gave her the look of a street urchin, a waif.
She had a Roman nose, giving her a profile which Steve had seen before in marble statues of maidens from the days of classical antiquity.
Marie had more in common with the classical era than merely her profile.
Spiritually she was a daughter of Lesbos, that fabled isle where the poetess, Sappho, sang her songs of the delights of women loving other women.
Jennie was his own flesh-and-blood - but she, too, was a lesbian.
The proof of that took place right under Steve's staring eyes.
Marie wore a short-sleeved bright red T-shirt and a pair of skin-tight designer blue jeans. She was lean and angular.
Her shoulders were wide, her torso lean. Her breasts were small, but high and firm. She wore no bra. Her breasts jiggled and shifted under her shirt.
The jeans looked like she had been poured into them.
Marie had narrow hips and a splendidly rounded rump. Her bottom was so ripe and lushly curved that it looked especially abundant on her thin physique.
The denim fabric hugged her buttocks, separating and outlining them.
The pants were so tight on her that even the folds of her pussy were revealed.
Her legs were long, lean, strong. Quick, bold strides carried her across the room to Jennie, who sat on the edge of her made bed.
Marie stood over Jennie. Jennie reached up, putting her hands on Marie's hips.
Her wide full lips curving upwards into a sensual smile, Marie pushed Jennie down on her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.
Jennie's legs in their gray knee socks and loafers spread wide apart.
Marie's lower body lay between those spread legs.
Marie slipped her arm under Jennie's head, tilting it upward.
Jennie closed her eyes and opened her mouth to be kissed.
Marie obliged her.
Marie fastened her open mouth on Jennie's. Jennie murmured softly as Marie slipped her tongue into Jennie's mouth and tasted the sweetness of it.
Jennie's arms wrapped around Marie's shoulders and back, hugging her.
As she kissed her lover, Marie slowly ground her hips into Jennie's.
After about five minutes of heavy necking, Marie broke off the kiss and came up for air. She fondled Jennie's hair, neck, shoulders.
Jennie whispered that they must lock the door before doing anything else.
Marie nimbly hopped off the girl and the bed. She padded barefoot to the door and clicked its lock into place, sealing them in from the outside world.
Or so they thought.
They didn't know, couldn't know, that Jennie's daddy was only a few feet away from them, that only the wall separated them from him.
Jennie sat up. She swung her long legs over the bed's edge, placing her feet on the floor. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
Marie gently eased the girl's hands away, and continued the task.
Jennie's pert breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breathing.
Marie unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it out of the girl's skirt, and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
The bra was made of simple white nylon. The tops of Jennie's breasts were soft and white and jiggling where they emerged from the bra cups.
Jennie leaned forward, her eyes dreamy as she rested her head on Marie's shoulder.
Marie reached behind the girl and unhooked her bra.
Her hands were gliding and caressing over Jennie's flesh as they took off the bra. Jennie's breasts came free of it.
Her breasts were high, firm, pear-shaped, perfect.
Marie thought so too. She gasped with pleasure when they were uncovered. Her long-fingered strong hands moved over the white breasts, stroking, fondling.
Jennie closed her eyes, smiling blissfully as Marie's fingers fondled her nipples.
The nipples, soft and pink, puckered and quivered at Marie's touch.
In seconds, the nipples were stiffly, throbbingly erect.
Marie lowered her head to her lover's bosom, and sucked a nipple between her lips.
She made soft sucking sounds as she nursed at the nipple.
Jennie sighed. She moved her feet far apart on the floor, spreading her legs.
As she kissed and tongued Jennie's breasts, Marie let her hand stray to the girl's thighs. She squeezed Jennie's exposed knee.
She caressed Jennie's thighs. As she did so, she steadily pushed the plaid skirt upward, over the round white thighs, past the tops of them.
Steve Rourke saw the pink lace panties which covered his daughter's pussy.
The panties were scanty, bikini style undies which made a thin pink band across the lighter, whitish pink of Jennie's full, rounded hips.
The skirt was bunched up around Jennie's waist now, as Marie stroked and fondled the girl's pussy through the pink lace panties.
The lace was elaborately fashioned, and its numerous small spaces in the design made the panties almost transparent.
Jennie's bush could be seen, a dark triangle pressed below pink lace.
Steve Rourke's eyes stung from the sweat which dripped into them.
That was one drawback of his place of concealment - it was very hot, with poor ventilation. No, his seating arrangements left much to be desired, but as far as he was concerned, he was watching the best show in town.
Best of all, the performers didn't dream that he was spying on them.
Jennie was tugging at Marie's shirt, trying to take it off.
Marie stopped fondling and kissing the girl. She gripped the bottom of her red shirt and unpeeled it from her body, tossing it aside.
Now, she was bare from the waist up, just like Steve's daughter.
Jennie was very excited. She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them against her pussy. Marie rose and stood up so she could take off her jeans.
Where Jennie's soft, warm flesh was the creamy color of milk, Marie was very dark, with a rich, glowing, olive-skinned complexion.
To Steve's mind, Jennie and Marie made a perfect pair - the fair sister and the dark sister. Sisters of lesbian love.
Marie's firm breasts had large, thick nipples, which were surrounded by wide rosettes. The flesh was a dark, pinkish-brown.
Marie's nipples were unusually long. Now stiff and throbbing, they jutted from the tips of her dusky-skinned breasts.
Resting her strong hands on Jennie's bare, smooth shoulders, Marie leaned over.
Jennie tilted her head back and kissed Marie's breasts.
Marie swayed her body from side to side, gently slapping both breasts back and forth across Jennie's red, heated face.
In her erotic excitement, bright red spots of color rose to the surface of Jennie's cheeks. Her pink-lipped mouth sought to capture a nipple.
Marie, deciding she had erotically teased her lover long enough, stopped pulling her breasts away from Jennie's hungry mouth.
Cupping her right breast, Marie fed the nipple into Jennie's mouth.
Marie hugged the girl closer to her, caressing the hair at the back of her head.
Exerting gentle pressure, Marie helped Jennie to her feet.
Her hands dropped down to the catch of Jennie's skirt.
She opened it, then tugged the plaid skirt off Jennie's rounded hips.
The skirt fluttered, rustling down Jennie's legs as it fell to the floor.
Jennie stepped out of it. She now wore her pink lace panties, gray knee socks, shoes.
Marie came up with a novel way of taking down Jennie's panties.
Marie knelt on the floor. She still wore her jeans. Her breasts were bare.
She gripped Jennie's hips. She pressed the side of her face against Jennie's thighs, and rubbed her cheeks against the soft flesh.
She slipped her long pink pointed tongue under the place where the leg opening of Jennie's panties hugged her crotch.
Marie's strong tongue pushed a fold of fabric between her white, even teeth.
Once she had the panties clenched in her teeth, the battle was won.
All Marie had to do was lower her head. That pulled the panties down off Jennie's hips, past her rounded thighs, over her knees.
When the panties were down at Jennie's knees, Marie released them.
Gravity did the rest. The flimsy panties fluttered down to the floor.
Marie wasn't ready to release Jennie yet - not that Jennie wanted to get away.
Marie pressed her lips against Jennie's pussy. Jennie sighed and her eyelid's fluttered as Marie planted one hot, wet kiss after another on the pussy lips.
Marie stuck out her tongue. Jennie's pussy lips were soft, delicate as flower petals, and intricately folded. They rippled under the gliding tongue.
Jennie's breasts bobbed as she took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh.
She crossed her arms over her breasts, hugging herself.
Her bush was dark brown, its hairs fine and silky. Small droplets of Marie's saliva clung to the hairs like beaded drops of dew.
Steve Rourke had seen his daughter naked many, many times.
Not just when she was an infant, or even a little girl.
He had seen her in the nude almost once a day since the two of them had moved into this floor of apartments in the renovated brownstone house.
He had spied on her at her most intimate moments.
He had watched her undressing in her room, the girl cheerfully unself-conscious as she took off her clothes, revealing her perfect, petite little body.
He had watched, delighted, as Jenny stood naked in front of the full length mirror on her wall, examining the nubile curves of her ripening body.
He had spied on her in the bathroom, restraining his fond chuckles as the girl took down her panties and perched her naked bottom on the seat.
He had witnessed her in her bath, her breasts bobbing and floating in the sudsy water, her face beaded up with a fine sheen of sweat.
Jennie loved baths - they were a very sensual experience for her.
She would apply the soapy lather almost caressingly to her body, covering her wet pink flesh with the foam, rubbing it into herself.
Inevitably, the girl would lavish a great deal of attention on her breasts.
The twin mounds of flesh, soapy and slippery, would sprout stiffly erect pink nipples as she kneaded, fondled, and caressed them.
Like some radiant sea nymph, she would lift her hips out of the water, kneeling on the bath mat in the tub so she could wash her pussy and bottom.
Those were the best shows of all.
Jennie would thickly lather up a wash cloth, then slowly and sensually massage it into the sopping hairs of her bush, and her glowing pussy lips.
Her fingers, lubricated by slippery soap, would linger lovingly on her sex.
More often than not, with a smile of delirious excitement, Jennie would masturbate to orgasm in the white porcelain tub.
After she recovered, she would rinse off her body, and rise from the tub.
Jennie masturbated quite a bit, Steve had noticed. Not only did she turn herself on in the tub, but she often played with her pussy in the privacy of her room.
At least, she thought it was private, with its firmly locked door.
She didn't know, didn't dream, couldn't know that her daddy, Steve, was only a few feet away, hungrily watching her every move.
Sometimes Jennie would masturbate after dinner. Sometimes she would do it at night, just before bed. She would pull her nightie up to her waist.
Steve would watch as his daughter writhed ecstatically from her own caresses.
No question about it, Jennie had a high, potent sex drive.
So did he.
And what a shame it was, that Jennie was wasting all that sexual energy by herself, when it could have been put to better uses.
Steve Rourke had quite a few definite ideas in that direction.
He would act on them - and soon.
Now, he witnessed an even more provocatively erotic sight.
If there was anything more stimulating than spying on his daughter's nude body, it was spying on his daughter and her teenage female lover.
Jennie lay on her side on the bed, her legs curled up.
Marie stood at the bedside. Jennie reached up and opened Marie's jeans and pulled down her zipper. Marie wore no panties.
The sight of her thick black bush, revealed as the twin flaps of the jeans opened, proved that Marie wore nothing between herself and her jeans.
The jeans were so tight, that Marie had to wiggle out of them, like a snake shedding its skin. Now, she was stark naked.
Jennie took her lover's arm and pulled her down to the bed.
Marie stretched out on top of Jennie. Her sharply pointed breasts grazed Jennie's rounder, plumper ones. Marie's stiff brown nipples nuzzled Jennie's breasts.
The girls resumed their passionate kisses, as they had been doing before. This time, however, they were both naked, pressed flesh to flesh.
Their breasts pushed together, mingling, nuzzling.
Marie's buttocks were firm and high and smooth. They jiggled as she rubbed her hips against Jennie's. Their pussies were pressed together.
In his sweltering place of concealment, Steve Rourke wiped the sweat from his face with both hands. A second later, his flesh was once again wet and dripping.
His penis was heavy in his pants. It tingled, then stiffened and grew in quick, jerking spasms, until a thick, throbbing erection bulged in the crotch of his pants.
Steve pulled down his zipper, reached inside.
His cock was hard and burning hot as he fumbled it out of his fly.
He didn't bother to open his pants and pull them down. He simply tugged his erection out of his open fly. The stiff rod of flesh jutted out and upward.
It throbbed with demanding need. Steve's hand gripped it.
It felt good to touch and stroke himself. It felt good, having his hand tugging and pulling and kneading his hot flesh, exciting it.
He pressed his face back to the spy hole. He continued to stroke his cock.
Marie moved around on the bed, changing positions. Her firm breasts shook softly as she moved to the head of the bed.
Jennie continued to remain on her back. She was stark naked, except for her knee socks and her shoes, which she had neglected to remove in the heat of passion.
Marie crawled to the head of the bed. She pivoted so that she faced her lover's feet. She straddled Jennie's upturned face.
Marie's knees dimpled the mattress on either side of Jennie's face.
Her thighs were spread, and her pussy loomed over Jennie.
Jennie reached up, her hands clutching Marie's lean hips.
She pulled Marie down to her.
Even though the shadow of Marie's slowly descending hips covered Jennie's face, Steve Rourke could see his daughter run her tongue over her lips, wetting them.
Marie's pussy lips touched down on Jennie's open mouth.
Marie tilted her head back, cording her neck muscles so that they stood out like bars of flesh. Her eyes were dark and glittering.
Her pussy covered Jennie's mouth, pussy lips pressing against Jennie's lips.
Jennie's face disappeared from the neck up, covered by Marie's hips.
Marie gasped as Jennie thrust her tongue up inside her pussy.
Even behind the wall which separated him from the girls, Steve Rourke could hear Marie's sighs and soft moans as Jennie tongued her.
Marie's breasts bobbed as she rocked her hips gently back and forth.
She cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and played with her stiff nipples.
After a moment, Jennie impatiently wriggled her hips on the mattress.
Marie leaned forward, pressing her pussy tighter against Jennie's mouth.
Her strong hands caressed Jennie's smooth, warm, rounded thighs.
Jennie spread her feet far apart, opening her legs to her female lover.
Marie stroked the soft surfaces of her sensitive inner thighs.
Her fingers played over Jennie's brown bush, stroking and rubbing the silken fleece, toying with the curls, winding them gently around her fingers.
Marie's glossy black hair, thick and shimmering, brushed Jennie's thighs as she lowered her face down to the girl's pussy.
The soft, delicate pussy lips rippled as Marie played her tongue over them.
Soon the labia glistened with saliva, and Jennie moaned.
Her soft murmuring moans were muffled by Marie's pussy membranes.
Marie was gasping herself. From between her parted lips, her long pointed tongue glided out, to dip between Jennie's pussy lips.
Jennie's tiny toes curled reflexively as the tongue slipped into her.
There were wet slurping sounds as Marie moved her probing tongue over the girl's membranes, licking and lapping the juices from the inner walls.
Marie crouched over her lover, both girls in the classic sixty-nine position, mouth to genital, tongues thrusting, lips kissing, membranes quivering.
Steve Rourke was quivering, too. His fondling and stroking of his member as he watched his daughter make lesbian love excited him incredibly.
Both girls were sweating and moaning. Jennie was so excited, that she thrashed her hips wildly. Marie had to pin them down with her hands.
The bed springs creaked and rocked as they writhed on the mattress.
Jennie came first. Even with Marie's flesh pressed against her mouth, covering it, even with a wall between them, Steve Rourke heard her ecstatic cry.
Marie sat straight up on the younger girl's face.
She clutched her own breasts so tightly that her usually brown bosom flesh was white where her fingers gripped it.
Jennie was still kicking her heels against the bed in ecstasy, but Marie wouldn't let her rest. Her own pleasure must be attended to.
And so it was. Despite the waves of pleasure which rippled through her, Jennie applied her lips and tongue to the excitation of Marie's dripping pussy.
Marie rocked forward and backward on the girl's face, fast, urgent.
Marie's breath, hoarse and panting, came in short, broken sobs. At the end of each sob, she made a high, wailing cry.
Suddenly, she cried out loud. Marie stopped moving, except for the convulsive trembling which shook her body like an earthquake of flesh.
Marie squeezed her thighs against Jennie's.
PART TWO
Anne, Steve Rourke's confidential secretary, sat on his lap.
Steve sat in the executive swivel chair behind his desk in his midtown office.
His office door was locked, so he didn't have to worry about untimely interruptions.
Anne was beautiful. She was a full-bodied young lady in her early twenties.
Her reddish brown hair brushed her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green - now they were glazed with lustful pleasure.
Her lovely face was finely featured, sharply chiseled.
Her face was long and thin, with prominent cheekbones. A crimson blush colored her peaches and cream complexion.
Her red-lipped mouth, coated with a glossy lipstick, was open and moaning.
Her charcoal gray blazer was folded neatly on Steve's desk.
Her blouse was open. Her breasts were high, ripe, rounded, heavy.
They were nakedly exposed, since Steve had tugged her bra down. The nipples were sharply, stiffly erect. They were neat and small, even when stiff.
Her nipples and rosettes were a pink color so dark that they looked almost red. The whiteness of her skin emphasized their redness by contrast.
Anne's black skirt reached down to her ankles. However, it was somewhat less than modest, since it had slits running up the sides, to the middle of her thighs.
It was even less modest than that, since it was pulled up around her waist.
Anne was high-bosomed and long-legged, a combination which Steve found irresistible.
Nylons, sheer, seamless, without a wrinkle, covered her legs.
The nylons dropped into her knee-high black leather boots.
The shining black leather tightly gripped her shapely calves, her slender ankles. Her feet were jammed into tightly pointed boot tips.
The boots had modest three-inch high square heels.
Anne was a leather lover, and her closet at home was filled with leather costumes and many pairs of footwear. She wore these boots for the working day.
Pinned to the dark tops of her nylons were gleaming metal garter tabs.
The tabs hung from the bottom of four fat, frilly garters, which in turn hung from the black leather garter belt pinned around her lean waist.
Anne had the classic hourglass figure: big breasts, a torso which narrowed to a slim, almost a wasp waist, and wide, womanly hips.
She wore no panties. She felt more comfortable that way.
Besides, it was only one more item of clothing for her to take off at times like these - and there were many of them, working for Steve Rourke.
She was working with him now, for their mutual pleasure.
Steve's jacket was off. His tie was unknotted, his shirt sleeves rolled up.
His pants were open, and hung down around his ankles and his shoes.
He was naked from the waist down - naked, and stiffly erect.
Only a few moments before, lovely, redheaded Anne knelt on the floor between his spread legs, taking him in her mouth.
Her bright red lips had caressed his rigid cock. As she bobbed her head back and forth, creating a sensual friction which drove him wild, the tips of her red hair caressingly brushed his taut, muscular thighs.
Steve could have come in her mouth many times, as he had done before.
But he wanted to get off in a different way this time.
Although his excitement had mounted so high that his guts were tightened into a knot, he still eased his cock out of Anne's mouth.
She paused, her lips and chin wet with saliva, and looked up at him.
Steve told her to climb up on his lap.
Annie rose to her feet. Her skirt fell back down, but she gripped its hem in both hands and pulled it up, bunching the material around her waist.
Her hips were wide. Centered in them was a brick red triangle, her pubic bush.
Her pussy lips were full and soft, peeping out from the hairy mantle.
Steve put his hands on her warm hips. The black leather garter belt cut across her white flesh like a thick band of shadow.
The garter belt, the vertically descending garters, and the dark stocking tops formed the edges of a square which framed her pussy like a picture frame.
Steve put his hand between her legs. Her thighs were warm and smooth and white where they emerged from the stocking tops.
He fondled her pussy lips. He spread the lips. She was wet.
He pushed his middle finger into her, up to its first joint.
Anne put her booted feet shoulder width apart, so he could get at her.
Her pussy juices sloshed against his penetrating finger as he eased it into her.
The finger disappeared between the soft labia, sinking into her.
Anne's eyes narrowed into glittering black slits in a red face. Her mouth opened into a soft moan, which made her breasts tremble.
Steve glided his finger back and forth, finger-fucking her.
But it was time to replace his middle finger with the genuine item.
His stiff cock bobbed and quivered as it jutted from his hips. It was gleaming with Anne's thick saliva, and was as throbbingly erect as ever.
He took his finger out of her. Juices glistened on it. He licked them clean, smacking his lips at the rich taste of her.
She was a delicious young lady.
He pulled her to him. Like a rider mounting a horse, Anne swung her long legs over his thighs, and sat on his lap, facing him.
Planting her booted feet on the floor, she rose up on tiptoes.
Steve gripped his cock. As he squeezed, a pearly drop of semen oozed from it.
Anne, smiling lewdly, ran her fingertip over his cock head, scooping the come up.
She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it.
The head of his cock was so red that it was almost purple.
He rubbed it against Anne's pussy lips. Both of them thrilled from the sensual friction as his cock head massaged her labia.
The blunt cock head split and spread the pussy lips, flashing pink.
Holding his cock vertically upright, he aimed it at Anne's pussy.
Anne, rising on tiptoes, moved her pussy over his cock.
The pussy lips spread wider, folding in on themselves, as the wedge of Steve's cock head pushed inward. Anne lowered herself down on his rod.
The stiff red cock vanished from sight, inch by inch, as Anne took it inside herself. Steve held her hips, guiding her down.
Anne eased down on his member. She settled down on it like she was carefully lowering herself into a hot bath.
Then his cock was deep inside her.
Anne's stockinged thighs rested on the tops of Steve's bare ones.
He leaned back in his chair, forcing himself deeper into her.
The springs of the chair creaked and rocked as he fucked her. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders, and thrust her hips back and forth.
For Steve Rourke, it was like riding an erotic rocking horse.
In this position, her bare breasts were open to him. Her lacy white bra was pulled down below her breasts. His saliva glistened on her nipples.
His buttocks were hot and sweaty. They stuck to the leather seat of the chair.
Anne's oral attentions had brought him to the boiling point. Now that his heated member thrust over her silken pussy, he felt even more steamy.
Moisture from her membranes oozed in fat drops, and were sent flying by the dynamic -action of his cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
When he pulled back, he left only his fat knobbed cock head and an inch or two of his shaft in her. Then, when they came together, he buried his cock deeply.
He couldn't hold back any longer - so why try?
Why hold back? It felt so much better to thrust deep, to keep his cock planted in her pussy, and to bury his face in her plump breasts as he came.
His open, gasping mouth was filled by a nipple as Anne fed it to him.
His mouth clamped down on the nipple and sucked as semen erupted from his cock.
Anne's pussy contracted, clamping, squeezing, milking his member dry.
Sighing heavily, Anne squeezed her eyes shut and rested her head on his shoulder.
They sat there, motionless, exhausted.
Their only movements were the pulsing and twitching of Steve's cock, and the rhythmic squeezings of Anne's vaginal grip.
The thick flow of semen lessened to a slow trickling ooze.
Finally, only a few tiny drops were squeezed from his swollen cock.
Steve lifted his face from her breast. His saliva and her sweat shone on her flesh.
His cock swelled inside her as he took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.
His face was red, sweating. He sighed as hot afterglow billowed up inside him, through his body, liquid fire spreading bliss through his veins.
In the soothing release of tension, Steve idly fondled Anne's stiff nipples, and caressed and kneaded her breasts and thighs.
He kissed her on the mouth. It was almost as hot and wet as her pussy.
Looking over her shoulder, Steve saw a framed photo of his daughter on his desk.
It's hard to say if that was the precise instant that the idea hit him.
Brainstorm, really.
His face betrayed no sign of the thoughts whirling through his head, but his mind had moved into high gear, analyzing, comparing, calculating.
He pressed his mouth against Anne's, his tongue probing, tasting.
After a moment, he broke off the kiss. A gentle upward pressure on Anne's hips signaled her that the encounter had ended.
Anne placed her feet back on the floor and lifted herself off him.
His still-stiff cock glided thrillingly over her heated membranes.
There was a soft liquid popping sound as his swollen cock head came free from her pussy. A strand of semen trickled down her thigh.
Anne got off him. She held her skirt up so as not to stain it.
Adjacent to Steve's office was his own private bathroom - a status symbol which he, the head of his company, felt free to indulge in.
Anne went into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Steve stayed where he was, his sweaty buttocks still pressed to the leather seat, his semen-oiled erection dangling against his thighs.
He stared at the picture of Jennie.
Anne walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying from side to side. Her naked bottom cheeks rippled and jiggled as she moved.
She paused at the bathroom door, turned, and blew Steve a kiss.
He grinned. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. There was the sound of running water. Steve was still deep in thought.
Anne was a wild one, Steve knew that. It was one of the reasons he had hired her.
She was a hedonist. She loved beautiful people, and didn't care whether it was a male or a female working for her pleasure, as long as it felt good.
She had a roommate, a shy, slender, blonde coed from the University.
Steve knew that Anne and her blonde friend shared more than an apartment - they shared a bed, since Anne was a dedicated bisexual.
Steve looked once more at the charming photo of a smiling Jennie.
Anne was his. He wanted Jennie. He was sure that Anne would want Jennie, too.
Deep in thought, Steve Rourke considered the erotic possibilities.
PART THREE
Once again, Steve Rourke sat in the secret passageway.
This old house had been built before the turn of the century. Over the years - over the century - it had fallen into a state of disrepair.
Steve Rourke, independent investor, entrepreneur, had bought the house for a song. There were big bucks to be made in renovated brownstones.
It was the foreman of the work crew who discovered the passageway.
The work gang had come across it near the end of the day.
The foreman showed it to Steve after the rest of the workers had gone home.
There was a massive fireplace in a room on the second floor. This had been the master bedroom of the tycoon who built the house.
Inside the fireplace was a seemingly solid brick wall, covered with grime.
The foreman stepped inside the fireplace. It was so large that he only had to duck his head down a little to clear it from striking the mantle.
The foreman demonstrated to Steve that the brick wall, far from being solid, was actually a revolving panel mounted on a vertical axis.
There was a creaking groan as metal hinges, unused for scores of years, were forced open by crowbars wielded by Steve and the foreman.
Behind the wall was a secret passageway. The passageway was narrow but tall, and stretched off into the dimness. It honeycombed the second floor.
The foreman's flashlight picked out a shining beam of light as he led Steve through the passageway. It was old, musty with age.
The passageway made some abrupt right-angled turns, conforming to the shape of the house upstairs. The foreman pointed out the small shafts used for ventilation.
After they made the second turn in the passageway, they halted.
There was an antique table, a stool, a candle, an empty bottle of wine, and a cracked goblet. Steve felt like some archaeologist.
It was an eerie feeling, knowing that over one hundred years ago the builder of this place had stopped and sat here.
Now he was dust. Cobwebs covered the table and objects.
There was an even more surprising revelation to come.
Steve discovered it. He noticed that there was a circular lens, like a large round mirror, set against the wall.
He used his handkerchief to wipe away the accumulated grime of decades.
Oddly, the mirror didn't reflect his image -it wasn't really a mirror at all.
What was it?
A small iron lever was set in the wall next to the glass.
Steve pulled it down - and an astonishing sight met his eyes.
What he actually saw was not so remarkable: the interior of a room, a vacant room, light flooding through windows on its far wall.
It took Steve a few seconds to realize that what he was seeing was one of the bedrooms on the second floor.
A few more seconds passed - and then Steve saw the light.
He realized exactly what this passageway was used for. Seized with mounting excitement, he led the foreman further down the passageway.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, when they came to the next twisting turn of the passageway, a similar glass was set in the wall.
Steve's hasty examination revealed that this visual mechanism operated in the same manner as the previous one.
The master builder of this house was a voyeur.
The builder had caused this passageway to be constructed to his orders.
There was a space between the walls of the rooms on this floor, and the outer walls of the house itself. In that space was this secret chamber.
Now, the purpose of this passageway was obvious.
The builder had made it so he could spy on the other members of his family that lived in the house - spy on their most intimate moments.
Steve could well imagine how it had been.
Late at night, the wealthy man who built the house locks his bedroom door. Taking a bottle of wine, a glass, and some candles, he prepares to make his rounds.
He enters the compartment through the fireplace, closing it behind him.
His candle flickering, he hastens down the passageway.
When he decides who will be the unsuspecting object of his attentions, he sits down at the spy hole, pours himself a glass of wine, and settles in.
Then, pulling the lever, he spies into the bedroom of - whom?
His daughters? His grown son and his wife, in the privacy - what they think is the privacy - of their marital bed?
Or does he, perhaps, spy on the young, full-bodied servant girls and maids?
Steve Rourke speculated endlessly on such matters.
Steve paid the grinning foreman a large, under the table bonus - a bribe, really - to keep the secret of the passageway, and to make some minor structural adaptations.
Adaptations such as putting a new set of pivots and springs on the entrance.
Steve wanted the revolving panel of the secret wall to be in fine working shape.
He would use it himself - and so he did.
Only he and the foreman knew of the existence of the passageway, since the foreman had made the discovery himself and kept it from his workmen.
He would keep his mouth shut. Steve paid plenty to make sure of that.
And, of course, Steve didn't dream of telling Jennie about his find.
After all, she would be the principal object of his spying.
Which is just exactly what she was at this very moment.
Steve leaned closer to the spy hole. The lens, still in astonishingly good shape after a hundred years, was ingeniously contrived and designed.
On the other side of the wall, in Jennie's bedroom, there was only a tiny pinhole in the wall, so small it would never draw attention to itself.
The lens on the other side of the wall, in the passageway itself, was a kind of magnifying glass which enlarged the view inside the room.
The lens looked directly out on Jennie's bed. When the moving men brought her furniture in, Steve himself had told them where to put the bed.
This spy hole had given him many moments of supreme pleasure.
Merely seeing the gorgeous nymphet who was his daughter in her natural, candid, innocently unsuspecting state was a priceless treasure.
But Steve had arranged tonight's show.
It was all taking place right now.
Steve pressed his eyes close to the lens, and watched.
The door to Jennie's room opened. Jennie entered. She was not alone.
Anne was with her.
Jennie was dressed in a simple outfit - a short-sleeved pink blouse, a pale blue skirt which partially covered her knees, and loafers.
Anne was not so simply dressed.
She wore a thin black leather coat which came down to her thighs, a white blouse, a black leather mini-skirt, and knee-high black leather boots.
Her masses of hair were pinned to the top of her head, accenting her sharp-featured face, which was starkly and dramatically made-up.
Her brows were arched and darkened. Her lips were painted bright red.
Her heavy breasts thrust against the front of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts shifted and jiggled under the fabric.
The black leather skirt was tight, hugging her wide hips.
Her buttocks were sharply and clearly outlined against the skirt. Its hemline reached to the middle of her polished white thighs.
The black boots were so highly polished and reflective that their gleaming surfaces were like leather mirrors.
They had pointed toes and spiked heels which increased Anne's height.
Jennie was obviously very stimulated and excited by Anne's presence.
The girl kept darting long, hot glances at Anne's superb body, and at her fetishistic clothing. Spots of blushing red color rose in Jennie's cheeks.
Steve smiled. He had arranged for the two of them to meet.
Now he would see what would develop from that meeting.
The plan was simplicity itself. Steve knew that Anne fancied young girls as much as he did. She had seen Jennie at other times.
When he first brought up his scheme to her. Anne assured him that she would be more than willing to help him out.
It was now about seven o'clock on a week night.
Earlier, Steve had phoned Jennie. He told her that an important business meeting with a client had come up, and that he would be away for most of the night.
The second part of the plan went into effect only a few moments ago.
Anne had arrived at the brownstone with a bundle of papers she was leaving off for Steve. Actually, these "important papers" were nothing more than old, discarded files he was planning to toss away.
But they served their purpose. They gave Anne a pretext for meeting his Jennie.
The two had met before, at times when Jennie dropped by his office to meet him.
Steve could hear their voices. Apparently Anne had told Jennie how charmed she was by the restored brownstone. Jennie was giving her a tour of it.
The tour of the house would end here, in Jennie's bedroom.
"This is my room," Jennie said.
"And a lovely room it is, dear," Anne said. "You have so much space here! Why, this is almost as big as my entire apartment."
Anne walked slowly around the room, looking at objects, examining the decorations and decor, complimenting Jennie on her good taste.
"My, it's warm today." Anne took off her leather jacket.
Her breasts bobbed beneath her blouse. The blouse was unbuttoned, and the soft rounded swellings of her breasts could be seen.
Her nipples jutted against the sensuous shimmering fabric of the blouse.
Her buttocks swayed from side to side beneath the leather skirt.
Her high heeled boots accented the contours of her legs. Muscles flexed in her creamy thighs as she crossed the carpet to Jennie's bed.
"I'm so tired," Anne said, stifling a yawn. "What an exhausting day it's been! Do you mind if I sit down for a minute, Jennie?"
"No, of course not," Jennie said.
There were other chairs in the room, but Anne ignored them and sat down on the bed. She parked her buttocks on the mattress.
Her leather skirt rode high up on her thighs, when she crossed her legs.
Even through the peephole, Steve could see how hungrily Jennie's gaze followed the curving contours of Anne's shapely body.
Anne stretched, arching her back, thrusting her breasts out.
She patted the bed beside her. "Come sit by me, Jennie."
Jennie obediently and happily trotted over to the bed. She gazed at Anne with worshipful eyes, eyes which held unspoken desire.
"Not so far away," Anne laughed, when Jennie sat down on the opposite end of the bed. Anne patted the mattress next to her. "Sit closer to me."
Jennie, needing no further urging, quickly moved next to Anne.
Jennie blushed and looked down at the floor when Anne told her what a pretty girl she was.
Anne fondled Jennie's thin fine hair, telling her how lovely it was.
Her hand dropped down to Jennie's shoulders. Her fingertips ran caressingly along the smooth slope of the younger girl's shoulders.
Jennie shivered. Her small breasts trembled.
Anne took hold of Jennie's shoulders and pulled her down on her back on the bed.
"Oh!" Jennie gave a soft, surprised cry -more of surprise than alarm.
Anne rolled over on top of her. She took Jennie's head between her hands.
"You're such a beautiful girl, Jennie," Anne murmured. "Do you know what I do to beautiful girls like you?"
"N-no."
"First, I do this ... " Anne pressed her red-lipped mouth against Jennie's.
Jennie squirmed. Anne lay on top of her, pinning her down.
But Jennie wasn't trying to escape - quite the reverse.
As Anne kissed her, Jennie moved her hips back and forth, up and down, rubbing them against Anne's hips and groin, dry-humping her.
Jennie's pink lips were parted. Anne thrust her tongue deep into the girl's mouth, probing, exploring, tasting.
Jennie wrapped her arms around Anne's shoulders and hugged her while they kissed.
After a moment, Anne came up for air.
She took hold of Jennie's slender wrists and pinned the girl's arms down to the bed. Anne licked her moist lips, the pink tongue gliding over them.
"You're a very sweet tasting girl, Jennie," Anne murmured.
She spoke in low tones. Steve had to strain to hear them.
"Do you like me, Anne?" Jennie's voice was soft and shy.
"You know that I like you!" Anne chuckled. "What a silly question! Of course I like you - I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't."
"I'm glad, Anne. I like you. I like you a lot. Ever since I first saw you in Dad's office, I wanted to be with you."
"You're a very naughty girl, Jennie. Most girls put up at least a token struggle when I kiss them. Of course, I always overpower them in the end."
Anne paused so she could lick the inside of Jennie's ear.
She still held the girl's arms pinned down. Jennie closed her eyes and wiggled her hips as Anne's probing tongue circled the inner ridges of her ear.
"Feel how strong I am, Jennie? Can you feel the strength of my arms - of my body?"
"Yes," Jennie murmured, "yes, you're very strong."
"Much stronger than you, child. I'm so strong, I could easily make you do whatever I wanted ... anything at all."
"Yes, yes, you could." Jennie seemed excited by that idea.
"Do you know what it is that I want from you, Jennie? What I'm going to do to you, as soon as I get you out of those silly clothes?"
"Yes, yes, I do."
"I am your master, Jennie. Say it."
"You ... are my master, Anne."
"It's so easy to just say the words - but the reality is a bit more difficult. As you will soon find out - right now, in fact."
Anne rolled off Jennie, and started undressing her.
Anne pulled the girl to a sitting position.
"I'm very forceful and dominant, Jennie. You had better know that now. I don't intend to stand for any nonsense from a youngster like you."
"No, Anne."
Anne's nimble fingers plucked at the buttons of Jennie's blouse, opening them.
Jennie started to pull her blouse out of her skirt.
Anne slapped the girl's hands away. Jennie gave a startled little cry.
In the secret passageway, Steve's heavy genitals tingled and stirred.
Anne said, "You keep your hands to yourself, Jennie!" She waved her finger in the girl's face. "If I want you to touch yourself, I'll command you to do so! Unless I do, you keep your hands to yourself, or you will be punished!"
Anne returned to her charming task of stripping off the girl's garments.
Jennie was intimidated, and terribly excited by that sensation.
Anne pulled off Jennie's blouse, cast it aside.
A wicked smile played across Anne's lips when she saw Jennie's naked breasts.
"You are lovely, Jennie." Anne fondled the girl's breasts. "So lovely, that you must belong to me - and you will."
She ordered Jennie to stand up. Jennie rose and stood on the floor by the bedside, facing Anne, who sat on the bed's edge.
Anne opened the girl's skirt and pulled it down.
Jennie crossed her arms over her breasts and hugged herself. She shivered, although it was warm in the room. It was getting hotter with each passing second.
Down came the skirt, falling in a heap at Jennie's ankles.
Jennie wore only a pair of skimpy bikini panties.
Anne slipped her hand inside the panties, then tugged them down.
Now Jennie was completely naked. One of her hands dropped down between her legs, resting on her pussy, trying to cover it.
Anne pulled the girl's hand away. "I told you not to touch yourself!"
Jennie was mumbling an apology when Anne suddenly threw her down on the bed.
Jennie landed awkwardly, her legs spread, flashing a tantalizing glimpse of her pink slit and her furry, silken bush.
There was a thin leather belt running through loops in Anne's coat.
The belt, which was more like a sash, served as an excellent binder when Anne used it to tie Jennie's hands together.
She rolled Jennie on her back, then straddled her. Anne's leather skirt rode high, revealing to Jennie that her master wore no panties.
The sight of Anne's thick bush and fleshy pussy lips hypnotized Jennie. She licked her lips and stared hungrily at Anne's sex.
Anne followed the direction of the girl's gaze, then smiled grimly.
Anne fingered her own pussy. "So, you like this, eh? Well, don't worry, little miss Jennie -you'll be doing your duty down there before too long."
She tied the flexible leather sash around Jennie's slender wrists.
Jennie grunted as the binds were pulled tight, then knotted into place.
Anne and Jennie both were breathing hard - not from exertion, but from excitement.
"Now you really are my prisoner," Anne said.
"What are you going to do to me, Anne?"
Leering down at the young teen, Anne opened her blouse and took it off.
Jennie's hungry eyes widened admiringly when Anne's magnificent breasts popped into view. The dark nipples were fully erect.
Anne squeezed and pinched her own nipples, savoring the sensation.
"I don't know why I'm bothering to do this to myself," Anne said. "Not when I have you here. It's time you were taught to serve."
Anne leaned over Jennie. Her heavy breasts dangled, the fat hard nipples bobbing only inches from Jennie's face.
Jennie was eager, excited. Her lips formed a wide, puckered O.
Anne swayed her upper body from side to side. Her heavy breasts slapped Jennie's face. The soft mounds rippled as they touched Jennie.
"Would you like to kiss my breasts?"
"Yes, very much so," Jennie answered.
Anne lowered her nipple so that it touched down on Jennie's puckered lips.
Jennie kissed the nipple lightly, at first.
Then, as her erotic excitement took hold of her, she covered Anne's thick breasts with hot, wet, ardent kisses which left small smears of saliva.
Anne crawled down the bed - down Jennie.
She placed her hands on the girl's smooth inner thighs and spread them apart.
Jennie moaned and shook as Anne's fingers glided over her thin pussy lips.
After a moment, Anne substituted her tongue for her finger.
Steve could hear Jennie's soft moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing second that Anne lovingly licked the pussy lips.
Jennie's hands were bound in front of her. They rested in the hollow between her budding breasts. Her eyes were closed.
Anne reached up, across the girl's flat tummy.
She pushed Jennie's hands back, so that they were stretched out behind her head.
Anne pressed her red-lipped mouth against Jennie's pink-lipped pussy.
Jennie made soft panting gasps of pleasure when Anne penetrated her pussy with a deep, thrusting, gliding tongue which tasted her juices.
In his hiding place, Steve Rourke compulsively squeezed and fondled his ragingly erect cock, which bulged tent-like in the crotch of his trousers.
From the heated look of things in Jennie's bedroom - on her bed - Steve could say that his gamble had paid off.
Many times he had watched his daughter in Marie's arms. There were other girls, but Marie was her latest and most favored lover.
Steve observed that Jennie was always the passive, docile partner.
All of her lovers were aggressive and took the lead in lovemaking.
Sensing his quiet daughter's submissive tendencies, Steve calculated that Jennie would be a pushover for someone like Anne.
Anne was submissive in her relationship with him, but she always took the dominant role with the young and sweet girls who were her love slaves.
As he had expected, Jennie had willingly yielded to Anne, with barely a show of resistance. Anne had controlled her from the start.
Anne was controlling her now.
Jennie was gasping and sighing as Anne's mouth pleasured her pussy.
Anne's mouth was pressed deep against Jennie's pussy, her tongue burrowing inside the girl, licking her, loving her.
Her arms reached across Jennie's flat tummy, so she could clutch the girl's breasts.
Jennie's breasts were so small that they barely made up a fistful each for Anne. Anne squeezed and kneaded the breasts while her tongue was licking.
Steve rose. He could hardly tear himself away from such a delicious picture.
Still, if there was one thing he liked better than watching and peeping, it was participating. Now was the time for action.
Steve hurried through the passageway, scurrying. He knew the route so well by now that he didn't need a flashlight, although he held one anyway.
He emerged in the fireplace, which was located in the voyeuristic builder's bedroom - the room which Steve now used for himself.
Jennie didn't know that he was present in the house. Anne did.
Soon - in less than a minute - he would make his presence known.
Known, and felt.
He stripped naked in his own room. When all his clothes lay on the floor, his member jutted out from his hips, a rigid rod of flesh.
His bare feet made little noise as he padded down the hall to his daughter's room. He halted outside her door, tested the door knob.
It turned. Just as he had instructed, Anne made sure the door was unlocked.
Steve opened it a crack, noiselessly, and peered inside.
Anne must have brought Jennie to her climax while he was in the passageway.
Jennie lay on her back, eyes shut, moaning and whimpering with ecstasy.
Anne knelt at the foot of the bed, where she fondled Jennie's hair.
The door creaked as Steve opened it. He stepped inside.
Jennie gasped when she saw her father standing before her, naked, erect.
Anne, grinning, pinned the girl down. "Now the party can really begin!"
She straddled Jennie's head, holding it between her thighs.
Steve climbed on the bed. Jennie thrashed and wiggled. He used his knees to pry her thighs open. Jennie's cries were muffled by Anne's pussy.
Jennie's bush and pussy lips were saturated with saliva and juices.
Steve slipped his finger inside her. She was lubricated, wet, dripping.
He stretched out on her, gripped his cock, guided it to her pussy.
Her sex was hot, steamy, slippery. Despite its lubricated condition, Steve had to struggle to force his oversized cock deep into his daughter.
He couldn't tell if Jennie was crying or moaning. Probably both.
He loved the breathtakingly tight grip which her sleek pussy exerted on the probing, thrusting intruder, the intimate invader which was her father's cock.
He gripped her narrow hips in his big hands. His buttocks were tightly clenched as he slowly and deeply thrust into Jennie's pussy.
HER BROTHER'S BONDAGE BASEMENT
PART ONE
Pretty, teenage Cheryl could not believe what she was seeing.
Lucy, her cousin, was about to be spanked.
The entire family group, plus Cheryl, was gathered in the living room of this handsome suburban home. It was after dinner, on a week night in summer.
There was Jeff, Cheryl's older brother; Tina, his wife; and their daughter, Lucy.
Cheryl was visiting her brother for a month. She had only arrived a few days ago.
Jeff was a ruggedly handsome man in his late thirties.
His short brown hair was thinning. He wore it cut close to the scalp, giving him a kind of military appearance.
A jogger and exercise buff, his body was in top physical condition.
He wore a short-sleeved sport shirt, slacks, shoes.
Tina, his wife, was in equally excellent physical condition.
She was a few years younger than her husband. She had a splendid body which would have been the envy of a woman fifteen years younger than she was.
Her jet black hair was combed straight from her forehead, giving her a wild, untamed look which contrasted with her domestic clothes and role.
By this time, Cheryl realized that Tina was no ordinary housewife.
Lucy, Cheryl's cousin, was slim and slender, with a fine-featured, delicate face - a face which now expressed a combination of fear and excitement.
Lucy's hair was a color which lay somewhere between her father's light brown hair and the coal-black tresses of her buxom mother.
Her hair was exceptionally long. It fell in shimmering waves down past the center of her back. It was parted in the middle of her scalp.
She wore a T-shirt and jeans. Her small, ripe breasts thrust against her shirt. Lucy wore no bra - her nipples could be clearly seen.
Tina wore a red knit sleeveless blouse, a gray skirt, pantyhose, and square-toed, flat-heeled shoes. Pinned around her ample hips was the ruffled apron she had worn while cooking and serving dinner a short time ago.
It was summer, and it was still light outside. But all the living room curtains were closed and tightly shut.
Cheryl fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair.
For Cheryl, parental discipline was a thing of the past.
The youngest child in a big family, Cheryl was the "baby", and had been thoroughly spoiled by her indulgent parents.
Never had she been taken over a lap, and had her bare bottom spanked, no matter how willfully she misbehaved.
If Cheryl's folks had dared to even threaten to spank her now, at her age, she would have laughed in their faces, thinking that it was all a big joke.
But for Lucy, the situation was no joke. Lucy's crime was that she had lied to her parents. She had told Jeff and Tina that she was going to sleep at her girlfriend's house.
Actually, she had spent the night with a boy.
This had all happened last weekend, before Cheryl arrived for her visit. But Jeff and Tina had only found out today that their daughter had lied.
Now, Lucy was going to be punished.
Cheryl was filled with resentment. Her parents, who were quite well off, had gone on an around the world cruise, without her.
She didn't mind that. The last thing she wanted was to spend the summer with her boring old parents. That would really cramp her style.
She anticipated staying home in the family mansion, her only companions the many servants, who would never dare risk her displeasure.
Instead, Cheryl received a rude surprise, one which shattered her plans of running wild for the summer, free of parents.
Before embarking on their cruise, her parents had parked her at the home of her oldest brother, Jeff.
Unlike her folks, Jeff was a no-nonsense kind of guy. He knew all of Cheryl's tricks, since he had used them in his day.
He had turned into a strict disciplinarian.
Cheryl was seeing the proof of that right now.
At the dinner table, Tina had calmly announced to the family group that Lucy would be punished after the meal.
At first, Cheryl thought that Tina was kidding around, making a joke.
Lucy murmured something, Cheryl didn't know what. Lucy's pale face was colored with a deep red blush which spread from her chin to her hairline.
Lucy stared down at her plate, moving the food around on it, not eating any.
At that moment, Cheryl realized that it was no joke.
She practically choked on her food. She couldn't believe Lucy's reaction - or the lack of it. Lucy was unhappy but unprotesting.
Cheryl knew that if she had been in Lucy's place, she would have screamed and shouted and made such a fuss that they wouldn't have dared to touch her.
But Lucy accepted it all, as though it was part of her normal life.
After the last dish had been washed and stored away in the cupboard, Tina dried her wet hands with a dish towel and led the family group into the living room.
Cheryl had started up the stairs. She was going to the room which she and Lucy shared.
Jeff nipped that in the bud. His voice rang with command as he ordered - yes, ordered! -Cheryl to remain and witness her cousin's punishment.
Cheryl's cheeks burned with resentment. If there was one thing she hated, it was to be ordered around like a child.
A dozen sarcastic remarks trembled on her tongue, just dying to be uttered.
Cheryl looked from her brother's cold, unsympathetic face to that of Tina's. Neither adult looked to be in the mood to indulge her.
Cheryl's remarks died without being uttered. Meekly she sat down.
"Are you sure you want me to watch this?" she asked. "I mean, this is family business, and I'm an outsider, so maybe I should just take a walk, okay?"
"You'll do nothing of the kind," Tina snapped.
Jeff said, "You're no outsider, Cheryl. You're my little sister. Not only that, but for the next month you're going to be a part of this family."
"Yes, and you had better learn our rules of behavior," Tina added.
Cheryl flashed Tina a vicious glare, but said nothing.
She and Tina locked eyes, in a test of wills.
Tina stood with her legs spread shoulder-width apart, and her hands resting on her full, fleshy hips. Her body rippled with strength and power.
Her eyes were cold and glittering. They were not amused by Cheryl.
Finally, it was Cheryl who, blushing, looked away.
Jeff said, "Frankly, I never agreed with the way that Mom and Dad raised you, Cheryl. They were altogether too lenient and permissive for my taste."
"Well, they're my folks, not you," Cheryl said snippily.
"True," conceded Jeff. "But for the next thirty days, Tina and I will be your parents, not them. And I don't intend to stand for any of your nonsense. You'll toe the line and follow our rules, or suffer the consequences."
"What consequences?" Cheryl sneered.
"Watch, and learn," Jeff said.
He sat down in his chair. A massive club chair covered with velvet, its cushions plush, it was one of the most comfortable chairs in the house.
Jeff said, "Lucy lied. If there's one thing that infuriates me, it's the sneaking lack of trust which takes place when a girl lies to her folks."
"I don't care what Lucy did with her little boyfriend. Her crime was that she lied to me and her mother. Unluckily for Lucy, her little lie was found out. Now she'll have to pay the price for her sin."
Tina asked, "Which do you prefer, Darling -the paddle, or the strap?"
"The paddle," Jeff said. "That will serve for now."
Tina said, "Lucy, run upstairs and get Mommy's paddle."
Unhappy Lucy rose from her chair. Her head was bowed, like a flower drooping on the end of a slender stem. She looked down at her feet.
Before she had crossed the living room, Jeff said, "Just a minute, Lucy."
The girl stopped, pushed back her hair, looked up at him. "Yes, Daddy."
"You know the rules of the house, Lucy. All punishments are given to you in the nude. Now, take off your clothes before you do anything else."
Cheryl's stunned gasp could be heard loudly in the room. Jeff and Lucy ignored her, while a tiny, amused smile played on Tina's red lips.
Lucy looked nervously over her shoulder at her cousin, Cheryl.
"Do I have to do it, Daddy?"
"Don't be silly, Lucy. Why should I make an exception to my rule?"
"But Cheryl is here, and-"
"What of it? Sure, Cheryl is here. She's going to be here for the next month. Well, you needn't be ashamed to take off your clothes in front of her - she's family."
Cheryl squirmed, fidgeting in her seat. Things were getting a little too heavy for her.
Tina said, "If you hadn't misbehaved, Lucy, you wouldn't be in this position."
"That's right," Jeff agreed. "Are you embarrassed to have your cousin see you being spanked in the nude, Lucy?"
Silently Lucy shook her head up and down, signaling yes.
"Well, that's just too bad. You should have thought of that before you lied, not after. If you're ashamed to have Cheryl see you being spanked like a naughty little girl, so much the better. Consider it part of your punishment."
Tina said, "Maybe this will make you think twice before disobeying, Lucy."
Lucy whimpered, "Do I have to?"
Jeff said, "Lucy, if you don't take off those clothes right now, your mother and I will strip them off you. Is that what you want?"
"No, Daddy." Lucy unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers.
Cheryl was blushing just as hard as her poor cousin was.
She felt sorry for Lucy. She had always known that Jeff raised his daughter with a stern hand, but until now she had never known how stern it was.
Lucy took off her shirt. Her pear-shaped breasts, firm and unbound by any bra, rippled and shook. The nipples and rosettes were shocking pink.
Cheryl shook her head in amazement. She thought about what it would be like for her to strip naked, to bare her breasts in front of her own parents.
She couldn't conceive of it. Since her parents had a big family, they were very much older than Cheryl was, more than twenty-five years older.
Her silver-haired father and conservative mother would have been shocked to see their own daughter in the nude.
It must be even worse for Lucy, Cheryl decided.
After all, Lucy was much closer in age to her folks than Cheryl was to her own parents. Jeff had married young, and Tina had a child early in their marriage.
Having their nubile daughter strip in front of them, a pair of sexually mature adults in the prime of life, had disturbing sexual overtones.
At least, they were disturbing to Cheryl. Tina and Jeff seemed not to mind. And Lucy seemed more agitated by her forthcoming spanking than by anything else.
Jeff reached out, popped open the snap of his daughter's jeans, pulled down the zipper, and tugged the faded denim pants off her hips.
Cheryl gasped more loudly than before.
As before, the others ignored her.
The jeans slipped down to Lucy's slender ankles. Lucy was built along similar lines to her cousin, Cheryl - both were long-legged and high-breasted.
But Cheryl's breasts were fuller, heavier, and her bottom was more ripely rounded.
Lucy was slighter, more elongated. Her features were more fragile and delicate than Cheryl's. Her skin was pale, while Cheryl's was golden-tan.
Lucy had shy eyes and a thin, tight-lipped mouth - a mouth made much tighter by the strain that she was under.
Cheryl's eyes were bold, hot, challenging -but not at this moment.
Right now, Cheryl's green eyes were wide with startlement, and her ripe mouth, usually sullen and pouting, was open with shock.
Jeff said. "That's enough for now, Lucy. You may keep your panties on."
"Until later," Tina added, chuckling.
The scanty, thin panties protected Lucy's modesty hardly at all.
The lacy panties, white and sheer, were stretched tight across the girl's rounded buttocks. In front, Lucy tugged at the waistband, trying vainly to pull up the panties so that they covered her bush, which could be seen plainly.
Tina said, "Now, hurry upstairs and get the paddle - and no dawdling!"
Without a backward glance, Lucy climbed the stairs.
A moment later she returned, carrying the paddle.
The paddle was the size and shape of an oversized ping-pong paddle.
There were some significant alterations. The striking area of the paddle was twice the normal size. And both paddle and handle were covered with black leather.
Lucy stood in front of her father. Jeff took the paddle from her.
"Thank you, Lucy," he said.
"What do you say now, dear?" Tina prompted.
Like someone repeating the words of a ritual, Lucy said, "I've been a bad girl, daddy. I deserve to be punished. I need it."
She sounded like a parrot saying some phrase its master had taught it.
"You don't think that this is unfair?" Jeff teased. "You agree that this is a proper and fitting punishment for the lie you told?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Very well, then, you may assume the position."
Lucy, sighing, trembling, crawled over her father's lap.
She lay face down. Her small breasts rubbed against his thigh. She hung down her red face and closed her eyes.
Jeff moved her into position, placing her bottom so that it was in easy reach of his punishing paddle, placing her hips against his.
Cheryl was shocked by the easy familiarity with which he handled his daughter. Chills ran up and down her spine at the thought of being so treated.
"Remember, all spankings are delivered on the bare bottom." Jeff was reminding Cheryl of that fact, not Lucy.
Lucy knew that rule all too well.
With calm, practiced assurance, Jeff pulled down his daughter's panties.
He pulled them down to the tops of her thighs, where they formed a wispy white roll of fabric. Lucy's bottom was firm and pale and shining.
"Uh, I think maybe I'd better go upstairs." Cheryl started to rise.
Tina stood next to her. She put her hand on Cheryl's shoulder and pushed the youngster back down into the chair.
The teenager glared up at her. Tina was not amused. Her hand still clutched Cheryl's shoulder, and she tightened her grip.
Cheryl could feel the power of the older woman. It frightened her.
Tina said, "You stay here. This should be a very instructive lesson for you."
Looking up at Tina's cold, perfect face, Cheryl was afraid to argue.
Tina nodded to Jeff, signaling that she had control of Cheryl.
Jeff raised the paddle. First, teasingly, he rubbed the flat black leather surface against Lucy's rounded bottom cheeks, massaging them.
Lucy whimpered from the sensation of cool, sleek leather gliding across the satin-smooth flesh of her buttocks, rippling them.
Tiring of this teasing, Jeff slipped his free arm around his daughter's thin waist, and pulled her closer to him.
There was the meaty whack of leather smacking soft flesh as the paddle fell in a sizzling arc, landing with rough force on Lucy's bottom.
Lucy jerked from the impact, and cried out loudly.
When Jeff lifted the paddle for another hit, Cheryl saw a wide, rosy area marking the girl's white bottom where the paddle had landed.
Jeff settled into the task of disciplining his lovely teenage daughter, a task which he performed with all-too-obvious enjoyment.
Even though it was Lucy who was being spanked, Cheryl fidgeted and squirmed and gasped in sympathy as each punishing blow landed on her cousin's bottom.
Smiling grimly, her cold gray eyes now hot and smoldering, Tina licked her lips as she watched her husband spank their daughter.
Tina kept her hand resting on Cheryl's shoulder, a firm reminder to Cheryl not to act up or try to leave the scene of the punishment.
Lucy's eyes were moist even before she climbed over her father's lap.
Now, as the punishing paddle swatted her bottom again and again, Lucy sobbed openly and loudly, her red face glistening with fat tears.
Jeff ignored her cries, and continued to administer the punishment.
As the spanking continued - when would it ever end? Cheryl wondered - Cheryl noticed a very odd, a very curious fact.
As she was spanked, Lucy nestled deeper and deeper into her daddy's lap. Her panties worked down beneath her, baring her bush and her pussy.
While the paddle came down, Lucy squirmed and rubbed against her dad's groin. Cheryl caught a glimpse of the thick bulging erection in his pants.
Lucy rubbed against it, exciting it, humping against his flesh. Surely Jeff and Tina must realize what was happening - both father and daughter were getting sexually stimulated from the spanking!
Cheryl looked upward, to see what Tina's reaction was. If she were Tina, she would be furious, and call a halt to the punishment.
To Cheryl's stunned surprise, Tina exhibited not a sign of anger at the sight of her teenage daughter rubbing her naked pussy against her husband's hard cock.
Jeff was excited, too. He wasn't even trying to hide it, now.
As he used the paddle, he rocked his buttocks back and forth on the seat cushions, rhythmically rubbing his hard cock against Lucy.
Jeff's face was almost as red as Lucy's. Sweat streamed off it.
The more he humped against his daughter's naked hips, the harder he spanked her. The harder he spanked her, the more that Lucy wiggled against him.
Suddenly, Jeff's mouth opened into a wide, moaning O.
The paddle, raised to deliver another stinging swat, slowly dropped and landed gently on Lucy's quivering, red-spanked bottom and struck no more.
Jeff's eyes were squeezed into slits in his perspiring face.
Gripping Lucy, he held her pressed more tightly against his groin than ever.
His body trembled. His sweat was shaken off him, so that it spattered on Lucy.
With a shock of horrified intuition, Cheryl realized that Jeff had just orgasmed.
The friction of his daughter rubbing against his hard cock had been too much for him, and he had ejaculated in his pants.
Cheryl studied Tina for some reaction of displeasure - there was none.
To make his orgasm even more obvious, Jeff sighed heavily, deeply.
Lucy didn't seem to find anything out of the ordinary in the situation, either.
Blinking away her tears, she thanked her daddy for disciplining her,
Her voice was low, hushed. Jeff held the leather paddle in front of her red face. Lucy puckered her pink lips and lovingly kissed the leather.
Very strange!
PART TWO
Something very strange was going on in the basement.
Cheryl was determined to find out what it was.
The luminous, glowing dial of the electric clock in the kitchen said that it was late - very late - almost three o'clock in the morning.
The lights in the kitchen, and the rest of the house, were out.
Except for the basement.
The massive basement door was closed, shut. But the lights from below leaked through the slitted gaps where the door didn't quite fit into its frame.
That light shed a pale and ghostly glow, helping Cheryl to see.
Cheryl wore a thin flannel robe over her nightie. Her nightie was made of very sheer pink satin and lace. It had a camisole top and matching panties.
But Cheryl wore her heavy robe over the nightie, even though it was a sultry night, and she was sweating.
Her nightie was so sheer that it was virtually transparent. It clung to the lush curves of her nubile body, outlining and accenting them.
At home, thoughts of modesty had never touched her.
Out on the streets, in daylight, Cheryl liked to show off her beautiful body in the scantiest of halters, the tightest of T-shirts, the most hip-hugging jeans, and the briefest shorts that she owned.
But here, at big brother Jeff's house, Cheryl covered herself up.
Why? Because the spanking session had completely unnerved her.
When Jeff spanked Lucy, there had been an incredibly heavy sexual atmosphere in the living room, a high-voltage charge.
It was like the oppressive atmosphere prior to the outbreak of a violent electrical thunderstorm - the calm before the storm.
When Jeff finished spanking his daughter, the heavy sexual charge which existed between him, his wife, and his daughter, had not faded away.
Instead, it seemed more powerful than ever.
Cheryl was surprised to realize that she, too, had been sucked into the vortex.
After Lucy's spanking ended, and the tearful girl slid off her father's lap, Cheryl realized that she was wet, wet and dripping, between her legs.
Lucy had whined and shivered when she tugged her panties up over her red ass.
Tina and Jeff kissed their daughter good night, and sent her up to bed.
They told Cheryl that since she wasn't being punished, she could stay downstairs for a while with them and watch television.
Cheryl politely but hastily declined the invitation.
She had always respected her big brother, but now she feared him - feared him, and feared the big-breasted brunette who was his wife.
Quite frankly, Cheryl was afraid to be alone with them.
If Jeff should get it in his head to spank her for some real or imagined misbehavior, there would be nothing Cheryl could to do stop him.
She said good night. Jeff insisted that she kiss him and Tina.
When Cheryl dutifully went to kiss him, she tried to plant a glancing kiss on his cheek. Jeff had other ideas, however.
Jeff turned his head and kissed his little sister square on the mouth.
Cheryl blushed and stammered in her confusion.
Jeff laughed. "You're growing up fast, Cheryl!"
"But not so fast that you can't benefit from adult guidance," Tina added.
"On your way, now!" Jeff swatted Cheryl playfully on her bottom.
It was a love tap, but beneath her clothes, Cheryl's bottom flesh tingled where he had swatted her. She hurried up the stairs.
Tina went up with her. She waited out in the hall.
Cheryl went into Lucy's room. A comfortable cot had been moved alongside Lucy's bed, so that Cheryl could share the room with her.
Lucy lay stretched out on her tummy on the bed, her weeping face buried in the pillows, her smooth shoulders shaking with soft sobs.
Cheryl didn't know what to say. She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Uh, Lucy, are you, er, well, okay?"
Lucy lifted her face from the pillow. Tear tracks glistened on her flesh. Her eyes, red from crying, were curiously glazed and dreamy.
"Oh yes, I'm fine, really, Cheryl." Her voice was husky, breathless.
"You sure don't look fine," Cheryl said doubtfully.
"I am, really. Please don't worry about me, Cheryl - I'm all right."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because my bottom hurts - and because I'm so happy."
"Happy?!" Cheryl echoed incredulously. "Why on earth would you be happy?"
"Because I've got a mom and dad who love me so much!"
This reply left Cheryl speechless - a rare condition for her.
Later, Cheryl undressed and got into her nightie. As she looked down, and saw the way her nipples jutted against the gauzy fabric, she put on her flannel robe.
She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed.
She could relax when the bathroom door was shut and locked.
"What a madhouse!" she whispered to herself.
She took a good long look at herself in the mirror on the medicine cabinet.
As always, the sight pleased her. She had a lot to be pleased about.
Nature had been good to her. She was a beautiful girl.
Her hair, brown like Lucy's, was shot through with blonde highlights. It was cut fashionably short, and had lots of bounce and thickness.
Her face could have made her a top teen model. It combined youthful innocence with adult sophistication. She was lovely.
As she studied her reflection in the mirror, Cheryl realized that the knowing, wised-up look in her green eyes was now gone.
Instead, she looked unsure, uncertain.
After what she had seen in the living room tonight, Cheryl wondered if she was really as sophisticated as she always thought she had been.
Her doubts soon vanished, replaced by the familiar pleasure of admiring her loveliness in the mirror. She took off her robe and let it fall.
That was better. Now she could admire her form, her physique.
To make that even better, she pulled up her camisole, rolling the pink satin fabric up over the tops of her breasts.
Her body was tanned to a golden, glowing color. On her flesh were the outlines of the skimpy bikini she had worn under the sun, while tanning.
Because of the bikini, her breasts, hips, and buttocks were pale white, the normal shade of her smooth creamy flesh.
Her nipples were pink pebbles pasted onto wide pink rosettes that were round buttons on the tips of her soft white breasts.
Her bush was a shade of rich, chestnut brown, its hairs soft and silken.
Beneath the soft covering of the pussy hairs, her labia peeked out.
Her pussy lips were thin, soft, bright pink.
Cheryl's breasts bobbed and jiggled as she took a deep breath.
There was something about the unsettling experience of watching her cousin being spanked which had kindled a fire inside Cheryl.
Her nipples throbbed, aching to be touched.
Cheryl was more than willing to oblige. Both nipples hardened and stiffened into their fully erect condition after a slight touch of her hand.
They were so stiff and throbbing that they pained her.
Watching herself carefully in the mirror, Cheryl pinched her nipples.
She pinched them very hard, so that waves of pain shot through them. She could feel a tingling deep inside her pussy. It excited her.
Her hand drifted down, between her legs. Her pussy lips were unusually sensitive, and the first tentative passes she made over them with her lingers caused her to moisten with dripping humidity inside her pussy.
When she stuck her finger inside and took it out, juices glistened on her finger.
Cheryl had to do something to ease the tension accumulated inside her.
Parting her feet shoulder-width apart, she took down her panties.
The tiled floor of the bathroom was cool against the soles of her feet.
She pulled the panties down to the middle of her thighs. She turned so she could lean against the bathroom door, and braced herself against it.
Her fingers burrowed deep into her pussy. Soon, juices covered them.
Ah, that was what she needed! Each stroke of her fingertips across her clitoris caused moisture to ooze from inside her membranes.
Cheryl wanted to keep her eyes open, so she could watch herself in the mirror.
But the sensual excitement made her eyes hooded, heavy-lidded, slits.
Her sweating back adhered to the wood panels of the door she leaned against.
Cheryl shivered. Her frantic fingers writhed over her pussy with the same energy her older brother had used when he spanked his disobedient daughter.
Cheryl's lips were parted. A soft sigh escaped them.
Her fingers moved faster and faster, a blur of motion.
Cheryl bit her lip to keep from crying out when she climaxed.
"Cheryl? Are you all right, honey?"
Cheryl was so startled, that she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Guiltily she pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She was shaking.
It was Tina. Tina was on the other side of the bathroom door, out in the hall.
"Are you okay, Cheryl? What are you doing in there, dear?"
"I'm okay, Aunt Tina." Cheryl realized that her rasping, breathless voice surely didn't sound okay. "I - I'm just finishing up - I'll be right out!"
"Take your time, darling," Tina chuckled.
Cheryl's flesh crawled. How long had Tina been outside the door?
Had she been listening to Cheryl as the teenager gasped and sighed from the hot thrills which her masturbation gave her?
Did she know that Cheryl was playing with herself?
And was masturbation considered a crime in this household?
Cheryl washed and scrubbed her hands thoroughly. They were coated with her pussy juices - she feared irrationally that Tina would be able to smell them.
Cheryl even went to the trouble of running a wet wash cloth over her pussy, trying to clean it off. The labia tingled from her hard rubbing.
Cheryl finished up, pulled up her panties, and put on her robe.
"My, my," Tina said, when Cheryl finally emerged from inside the bathroom. "You surely were in there for a long time, Cheryl!"
Did Tina know? She must know!
The cynical and knowing look in her eyes told Cheryl that her mature aunt was all too aware of what the teenager had done in the locked bathroom.
"How lovely you look!" Tina fondled a lock of Cheryl's hair.
"Before you go to bed, give your aunt a kiss, Cheryl."
Before Cheryl could do react, Tina gripped her head in her hands.
Cheryl opened her mouth to gasp. Tina pressed her mouth on Cheryl's.
Tina's broad thick tongue thrust deep into Cheryl's mouth, probing, hot, fierce, kissing the girl, tasting her sweetness.
Tina hugged Cheryl so tightly that Cheryl was helpless.
At last, Tina broke off the kiss and released Cheryl.
Cheryl was red-faced and breathless. She was light-headed and weak in the knees. She leaned against the wall for support and stared at her grinning aunt.
Tina said, "The next time you feel horny, sweetie, don't waste it by yourself in the bathroom. Aunt Tina will take good care of you."
Laughing at Cheryl's dazed confusion, Tina went down the stairs.
Lucy was already in bed when Cheryl entered the bedroom. She lay on her belly, keeping her body weight off her spanked, sore bottom.
Cheryl whispered good night to her, then crawled into her own cot.
Cheryl couldn't sleep. She lay on her back, eyes open, staring at darkness.
Time passed, she couldn't tell how much.
Something happened.
Footsteps sounded in the hall. They were very quiet, but Cheryl had been lying in the dark for so long now that her hearing was very acute.
The footsteps paused in front of Lucy's door, halted.
Cheryl rolled over and snuggled into the blankets, pretending to sleep.
The door eased open. Someone walked between her bed and Lucy's.
Jeff whispered, "Cheryl? Cheryl? Are you awake?"
Cheryl said nothing. Her heart beat wildly, but she made her breathing slow, regular.
Then Lucy spoke: "I'm sure she's sleeping, Daddy."
"I guess so." Jeff walked around to the other side of Lucy's bed.
He said, "Let's go, darling. Your mother and I have been waiting all night."
"Me, too, Daddy."
Lucy tossed back her blankets and hopped lightly out of bed.
She and Jeff exited the room. Jeff eased the door shut.
Some fifteen minutes later, Cheryl got out of bed.
There was a mystery here, and she would solve it!
The lights were out in the living room, and all the rest of the house. Lights shone through the curtains from the street lamps outside the house.
A yellow glow from the kitchen caught her eye. She followed it.
The glow came from the basement, where the lights were on. Cheryl could hear the sounds of movement coming from down in the basement.
Usually, the basement was secured with a big padlock mounted on the door. When Cheryl asked about it, she was informed that Jeff's home workshop was in the basement, and that it was strictly off-limits to the youngsters.
But now, the lock was open, hanging on the hinge.
Yes, the rest of the family must be downstairs. Cheryl's pretty face was set in lines of determination.
She would discover just what kind of work it was that Jeff did downstairs, in his basement, with his wife and daughter at three o'clock in the morning.
She took infinite pains to ease the heavy door open.
It was light down there. A flight of steep wooden stairs led to a cement floor.
Cheryl heard voices - Jeff's and Lucy's.
Stepping carefully, taking extreme caution not to reveal her presence by the creaking of a step under her feet, she descended the stairs.
She halted when she got a good look at the basement.
It was the strangest room she had ever seen.
Sets of chains hung down from rafters running across the ceiling.
Set against one stone wall was a wooden rack. Hanging from pegs on the panel was a vast number of punishment devices.
There were rods, whips, paddles, canes, even a cat-o'-nine-tails.
Also on display were the instruments of restraint: leather cuffs, manacles, leg irons, chastity belts, harnesses, hand cuffs, and devices that Cheryl couldn't even imagine the use of.
Set in the center of the floor was a rectangular platform, similar to a bed.
This platform had a thick pad on it, a mattress-like pad which was covered with leather. Cheryl noticed an even more sinister detail.
There were sets of chains and cuffs bolted to each corner of the platform.
But these were just the small details which her stunned gaze travelled over without really seeing.
Her attention was focused on the startling scene taking place between Jeff and his daughter.
The platform wasn't in use - but the suspension hoist certainly was!
Lucy was naked. She hung in chains from the ceiling. At the end of the chains were leather slings which held her body upright, at waist level.
She hung with her back facing the floor, and her legs spread wide open.
Jeff stood between her legs. He was naked, too, except for a sleeveless black leather vest and a pair of leather boots.
His penis was rigid, jutting out from his hips in a state of furious erection.
The head of his cock was planted between Lucy's legs.
Lucy's head was tilted back. The tips of her hair touched the floor.
There was an expression of mindless, animal ecstasy on her face.
She couldn't speak - not with the red rubber ball gag jammed into her mouth.
Jeff's big hands rested on her hips. The dangling chains rattled softly as he pulled his daughter closer to him.
Since she hung in suspension, she was virtually weightless.
As he pulled her closer, his cock pushed deep into her narrow pink pussy. Her small, firm breasts shook as he penetrated her deeply.
Lucy's eyes widened as the full length of his cock was forced into her.
Cheryl was amazed that a small girl like Lucy could take such a big man inside her.
That was only one of the numerous amazements circling inside her head.
Lucy's pussy lips pressed against the base of his cock shaft, hugging it.
Slowly, Jeff pushed her away from him.
Lucy glided backward. Jeff's cock emerged into sight. He halted only when his knobbed cock head was the single part of his member left inside his daughter.
Again, Jeff pulled the girl toward him, impaling her with his stiff penis.
Now Cheryl understood the full implications of the suspension device. It was a sex machine. All Jeff had to do was stand there and push his daughter gently back and forth, and the suspension hoist would do the rest of the work.
Cheryl didn't want to understand any more implications. With a belly-wrenching stab of alarm, she realized that Tina was not in the basement.
Cheryl turned to re-climb the stairs - and saw Tina.
Tina stood between her and the door to freedom.
Cheryl was trapped.
PART THREE
Cheryl was now ready to behave - to be enslaved.
She lay stretched out on the leather platform alongside Lucy.
She lay on her belly, her bound hands stretched out in front of her.
Cheryl's magnificent body glistened with sweat. Sweat shone on her face, plastering down strands of hair to it. Her mouth was open and moaning.
There had been no need to gag her. As Jeff pointed out, the basement walls were thick, and the ceiling was soundproofed, so Cheryl could scream as loud as she liked.
And she had - at first.
Tina quickly overpowered her on the stairs when she had tried to escape.
She man-handled - or woman-handled - Cheryl with the greatest ease.
Twisting Cheryl's arm behind her back, pushing it up between the shoulder blades so roughly that Cheryl shrieked, Tina brought her down into the basement.
Jeff had paused, his cock still planted in his daughter.
Lucy twisted her head, frantically trying to see what was happening.
Jeff said, "So, we have a visitor! Can you handle her?"
"The day I can't handle a skinny little kid like this," Tina laughed, "is the day that I hang up my whip for good!"
"Put her in restraint, then," Jeff said. "I have to finish up here."
"It will be a pleasure," Tina assured him.
They both had to speak loudly, to hear each other over frightened but rebellious Cheryl's shrieking, obscene curses.
Cheryl's cursing dropped from a roar to a whisper when Tina calmly pushed the teen's arm even higher up her shoulder blades.
Beneath her tan, Cheryl turned deathly pale. Her mouth was a moaning O.
She rose on her tiptoes to minimize the pain.
"If you keep talking like that, with that filthy mouth of yours, I'll really have to hurt you, Cheryl!"
An agonized whisper was squeezed out of Cheryl as she begged Tina to stop hurting her. But Tina didn't let up until she had tied Cheryl's hands behind her back.
With casual ease, Tina slipped a rope loop over Cheryl's wrists, then threw a few hitches into it and knotted it tightly close.
She spun Cheryl around, so the girl faced her.
Cheryl tried to kick her. Tina knocked her down.
She struck the girl with a hard, open-handed slap that ran against the basement's concrete walls. Cheryl, stunned, fell to the floor.
She fell in an awkward tangle, her robe spreading open, her long legs flashing.
A bright red mark, the imprint of Tina's palm, burned on her cheek.
Never before in her young life had Cheryl been struck.
"You - you hit me!" she gasped wonderingly at Tina.
"That's right, and I'll do lots worse than that, if you give me any more of your nonsense," Tina assured her.
For the first time, Cheryl got a good look at what Tina wore.
It wasn't much - only a black leather bikini, ankle boots of the same material, leather wristbands with metal studs, and a black velvet scarf.
Apart from that, Tina was naked.
Her breasts were huge mounds of flesh. Freed from the support of the reinforced bra she often wore, her bosom sagged a bit.
But that was only to be expected, considering the oversized lushness of her breasts.
They were creamy white. The rosettes were vastly oversized, much wider than silver dollars, and took up a good deal of the tips of her breasts.
Her nipples, brown like the rosettes, were erect and big as grapes.
She had a curved hourglass figure. Her middle was thick, but her hips widened and flared outward so dramatically that it made her waist look narrow.
The black leather bikini was stretched so tautly across her hips that the seams looked ready to burst. The bikini, very low cut, concealed almost nothing.
It made a black triangle across her white, wide hips.
Her bush could be seen over the top of the bikini. It was thick and black, as jet black as coal, and the shaggy patch reached halfway to her navel.
Her thighs were thick, solid - her calves, shapely.
Her ankle boots, made of shimmering black leather, laced up the center, and had sharply pointed toes and high, spiked heels.
As her stunned gaze travelled from the top of Tina's head, to the tips of her leather covered toes, Cheryl knew she was in big, big trouble.
"Go back to what you were doing, honey," Tina urged Jeff. "I've got everything under control right here. Besides," she joked, "besides, it isn't fair to leave Lucy hanging like that - finish her off, and yourself, too."
Once more, Jeff resumed his fucking of his suspended daughter.
The chains creaked and rattled as Jeff pushed Lucy back and forth.
Cheryl looked away.
Tina gripped a handful of Cheryl's hair, and twisted her head so that it faced the suspension hoist - and Jeff fucking Lucy.
Tina hissed, "This is what you wanted to see, you little snoop!"
She laughed harshly. "Go ahead, Cheryl - take a good long look! And don't let me catch you not watching - if you do, I'll beat your hide raw!"
Back and forth, like the weight on the end of a pendulum, Lucy swung on her chains.
Each time Jeff's cock emerged from her pussy, leaving only the cock head inside Lucy, his shaft glowed a richer, darker shade of aroused red.
The pendulum motion made Lucy's breasts and bottom quiver and shake.
Even behind her ball gag, Lucy was loudly moaning.
Cheryl realized that this wasn't punishment to Lucy - this was pleasure! Lucy was moaning in ecstasy, not in shame.
That explained everything.
Lucy was no brutalized captive, tyrannically enslaved by her lustful parents.
She was a docile, willing, submissive slave to their desires - and her Own!
Almost as though she could read the sudden intuition of the scene which flashed through Cheryl's mind, Tina said, "Yes, she loves it."
She leered down at Cheryl ... "Lucy loves it - and so will you!"
At that moment, Jeff orgasmed.
Gasping, groaning, his red, swollen face screwed up with an expression of pleasure supreme, Jeff pulled Lucy hard into him.
Semen spurted from his cock, just as his member thrust deeply into her.
Jeff trembled like he was being zapped with a high-voltage electric current.
After some seconds of unreal ecstasy, the fury of his orgasm broke.
His massive, muscled chest expanded as he filled his heaving lungs with air.
He sighed heavily. His eyelids fluttered over pleasure-glazed eyes.
His head lowered until his chin rested on his chest. He looked like he had fallen asleep standing up. But he hadn't - he was only savoring his ecstatic afterglow.
A moment later, his eyelids opened. Fondly he gazed at his daughter.
He pushed Lucy back. His cock head popped free from her thin labia.
Daddy's semen oiled Lucy's pussy lips, and dampened her bush.
Jeff unhooked a rope from the wall. There was a squeaking of tiny pullies as he slowly lowered his daughter down to the leather platform.
Lucy was released from her chains - the gag was removed from her mouth.
She gazed down sorrowfully at her cousin, Cheryl.
Lucy said, "You shouldn't have come down here, Cheryl. You should have stayed out of this. You just didn't understand."
"No," Cheryl said, "no, I didn't understand."
"But you will," Jeff said, taking a leather strap from the rack.
There was nothing Cheryl could do to prevent her older brother and his wife from stripping her naked. They tore the clothes from her shaking body.
Her robe, her camisole, her pink satin panties - all were shredded and tossed on the floor. Lucy slid off the platform and stood off on the sidelines, watching with shining eyes as her parents stretched Cheryl on the leather table.
Tina used a paddle - Jeff preferred his leather strap.
Cheryl didn't care for either device.
When the first punishing blows landed on her bottom, she shrieked defiance.
Jeff and Tina were both strong, with heavy hands. Soon Cheryl merely shrieked.
Still the sizzling swats tore into her plump bottom, making it burn, making her sob like a hysterical child, finally forcing her to beg for mercy.
Tina, gripping Cheryl's hair, jerked the girl's head upward. Cheryl moaned dully with pain, her eyes glazed, her mouth whimpering.
Tina said, "Will you be a good girl now, Cheryl? Will you?"
Cheryl nodded her head. "Yes, Aunt Tina ... no more ... don't hurt me anymore!"
"I won't - if you demonstrate that you know how to behave."
Tina turned around and presented her bottom to Cheryl. "Kiss it."
Tina's ass was heart-shaped, rounded, a pair of plump white globes split down the center by a deep crack. The buttocks rippled when she gripped them.
Tina spread her buttocks to the sides, her fingers digging into flesh.
Her dark crack and brown puckered anus was exposed.
"Kiss me right between the cheeks," Tina commanded. "Get your nose in there!"
All the fight whipped out of her, Cheryl was forced to obey the degrading command.
Tina's anus quivered when Cheryl kissed it. After she had given her dominant aunt the kiss of submission, Cheryl was forced to do the same to her older brother.
Tina spoke to Lucy. "You have a new companion in slavery. Cheryl's your cousin, but she's your sister in slavery. Show her how loving a sister you can be."
Lucy stuck her head between Cheryl's legs. Soon Cheryl was writhing - not on pain, but in pleasure from the delicious excitement of Lucy's hot, wet mouth.
Cheryl knew it was wrong for her to get pleasure from another girl - but she loved it!
She was afraid. Her bottom ached. After all the punishment she had endured, she deserved to feel good.
And she did feel good. Cheryl had lots of boyfriends, but few of them had gone down on her and even fewer had gone down on her as good as Lucy was doing.
Maybe that's because Lucy is a girl, Cheryl thought.
Lucy knows where she'd like to have her pussy kissed, and how fast she'd like to have her clit licked. Lucy knows how to do me good.
Besides, it wasn't like Cheryl had a choice.
She was being forced. Jeff and Tina were strong, and Lucy was their slave. Now Cheryl would be their slave, too - in every way.
And if she disobeyed her adult masters, they would punish her.
Her bound hands were stretched back over her head. Jeff held them, but he really didn't have to hold her down, because Cheryl wasn't fighting it anymore.
It hurt for her to lay on her sore bottom. But the hurt was all mixed up with the fierce sweetness that Lucy's mouth pleasured Cheryl's pussy with.
Cheryl wanted to turn on her side, to take some of her weight off her red ass. But Tina held her ankles, keeping Cheryl's legs spread wide apart.
So Cheryl just endured the pain. It didn't go away, but after a while it combined with what Lucy's mouth was doing to her.
Somebody was gasping. Cheryl was so spaced-out, that it took her a few minutes to realize that she was the one who moaned in ecstasy.
That scared her.
Deep down inside, was she really a slave?
Her hips rocked upward, tilting and raising her pussy to match the thrusts of Lucy's tongue. That angel-faced Lucy was a devil with her tongue, thought Cheryl, a devil with her tongue.
Then Cheryl was crying out, her moans loud in her ears as she came.
She felt like she had gone away and come back without going anyplace. The force of her climax wiped out her mind for an instant.
Then she was herself again.
They all were looking at her. Lucy lifted her wet face from Cheryl's pussy.
"Are you all right, Cheryl?"
Tina said that. It sounded strange, like it was coming through a tunnel or an echo chamber. Or from underwater.
Cheryl's head cleared. When she finally caught her breath, she said, "I'm all right."
"You're getting there," Tina said.
Lucy pressed her gleaming lips against Cheryl's smooth inner thigh, kissing it.
Lucy got up and slid off the platform. Cheryl's bottom still ached, but it didn't bother her anymore. It made her feel all warm and dreamy.
Jeff stood over her. "I've been waiting to give you this for a long time, little sister."
Don't hurt me, Jeff, Cheryl was about to say. But she didn't.
Why say anything? If Jeff wanted to punish her some more, he would do it.
Jeff had something different in mind.
Jeff gripped his cock. He sure is big, Cheryl thought.
He was hard. He stood over Cheryl's head. Then he bent over her and rubbed his cock head against her cheek.
His cock head was warm and smooth. He moved it to her lips.
"Kiss it, Cheryl."
She puckered her pink lips and planted a hot wet kiss on the cock.
"Ummmmm ... that's good. Yes, I should have done this a long time ago," Jeff said.
"See what else she can do," Tina suggested, "What she can do with her mouth."
"Yes - what else can you do, Cheryl?"
Cheryl ran her pink pointed tongue over her lips, wetting them.
She opened her mouth wide.
Jeff put the head of his cock into her mouth. Cheryl rubbed her tongue along the bottom of it. Jeff breathed deeply and shivered.
Cheryl worked her tongue some more. Sure, it was easy. All she had to do was suck.
She swirled her tongue against his flesh. Jeff rocked his hips back and forth.
Cheryl lay on her back, with her head turned to the side and Jeff's cock buried in her mouth. Jeff thrust in and out.
Saliva coated his red shaft as it glided over her pink lips.
Jeff's moans were louder. He rested his palm on Cheryl's head.
Something loomed over her. Out of the corner of her eye, Cheryl saw it was Tina.
Tina put her mouth next to Cheryl's ear. Her hot breath tickled the girl.
Tina whispered, "When he comes, swallow it. All of it."
She licked the inside of Cheryl's ear and kissed it.
Jeff panted and gasped like he had just run a mile. He was excited, and he was thrusting into Cheryl's mouth pretty fast and deep.
She could take it. She knew she could.
He moaned and moaned. "Christ!"
His cock twitched inside her mouth, on her tongue. She knew he was going to come.
He did.
He pushed in real deep. His fat cock head blocked the back of her throat, gagging her. Cheryl choked and her face reddened.
Jeff wasn't too far gone. Realizing his mistake, he pulled back a few inches, giving her breathing space. And then he came.
His cock jerked and then thick gushes of semen spurted from his cock head.
It was planted deep in her mouth, so most of the come passed over her tongue. Cheryl shuddered, but she gulped it down, like bad medicine.
Well, that's it, she thought. I'm a slave girl now.
The semen didn't taste as bad as she thought it would. In fact, it didn't really taste like much of anything. She couldn't say she loved it, though.
Only it didn't matter if she loved it or not. All that mattered was that she obey.
Jeff kept his cock in her mouth for a couple of minutes. His chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. He was moaning.
He pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from her mouth.
The cock head was covered with come, but she puckered her lips and kissed it.
They let her rest for a while.
Cheryl drifted away. She didn't fall asleep, she just drifted.
Lucy put her arm behind Cheryl's neck and helped her to a sitting position. Cheryl snapped out of her haze.
Tina was waiting for them - both of them - Lucy and Cheryl.
Tina wasn't wearing her black leather panties. Her bush was thick and black and furry, a triangle of hair reaching halfway to her belly.
Her breasts were naked, the nipples stiff, immense.
Tina spread her legs wide apart. She stretched out her arm and pointed her finger at Cheryl and then at Lucy. Then she pointed at the floor.
Lucy got down on her hands and knees. After a second, so did Cheryl.
Tina commanded, "Crawl."
Cheryl's bottom tingled and throbbed as she crawled on her hands and knees, following Lucy. They halted at Tina's feet.
She wrapped her hand around Lucy's hair and gently but firmly pulled her daughter's face into her crotch and kept it there.
Lucy knew what to do. Her head bobbed as she kissed, licked, tongued.
Cheryl looked up at Tina.
"You, Cheryl, you get behind Lucy and pleasure her with your mouth. Do her like she did you. And you'd better do it good, or else."
Lucy raised her bottom off her heels. Cheryl could see her cousin's delicate pussy lips beneath her rounded buttocks.
Cheryl wasn't sure how to go about things. Tina patiently told her to lay down on her back with her face below Lucy's crotch.
The cellar floor was carpeted, its rug shaggy against her naked back and ass.
Lucy raised her bottom high and Cheryl crawled beneath it.
Lucy's soft warm thighs pressed Cheryl's cheeks. Cheryl licked her lips, just like she had done before giving head to her older brother.
Lucy lowered herself down. The pink pussy loomed closer and closer. It gave off a musky but fresh scent which made Cheryl's head spin.
Then Lucy's pussy touched down on Cheryl's mouth. The pussy lips split and spread and wet warm membranes engulfed Cheryl's mouth.
It was nice, down there under Lucy, all dark and warm and wet, with nothing to do but burrow your tongue deep into her and lick her all over, inside and out ...
Cheryl remembered - she would never forget - that Lucy's tongue against her clitoris had been one of the sweetest joys she'd ever known.
It was even worth it, to have gone through all the fear and humiliation. Without discipline and domination, Cheryl would never have made love to Lucy.
She would now. After all, they were more than cousins.
They were sisters. Sister slaves.
Almost shyly, Cheryl slid her tongue up Lucy's humid slit. Her probing tongue rubbed over a tiny throbbing bump of flesh which was her clitoris.
Lucy's mouth was buried deep in her mother's pussy, and her thighs covered Cheryl's ears, but Cheryl could hear Lucy moaning.
Cheryl wondered what was next in store for her. Tina would make her go down on her, of course. Tina was very strong. Cheryl couldn't resist.
And Jeff - he hadn't even begun with her. Jeff would rape her pussy, just as he had raped her mouth. Thinking about it excited Cheryl, and she tongued Lucy harder and made her come.
