Archive Note: This pocketbook does not have a CHAPTER IX. The numbering in the actual hard-copy book goes from VIII to X.
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CHAPTER I
Lying naked on the bed, his stiff prick throbbing in his right hand, Colin Charon watched as Debbie, his thirteen-year-old daughter, stepped out of her little blue nylon panties, dropped them onto a chair and came to the bed.
Her little breasts were still budding, not really big enough to bounce as she walked, but they were firm and smooth, he knew, a delight to suck.
At the base of the boyishly flat tummy, the little triangle of orange hair was fuzzy, little more than a promise of the beautiful bush it would be one day and below it, he saw the upper portion of her tiny slit, still child like, still virginal, despite her frequent pleas that, like her sixteen year-old sister Betty, she be allowed to fuck.
She wore her garter belt and nylons as always and as her father turned her to admire her smooth, white bottom, it framed the luscious young cheeks which seemed to pout as though in a silent plea to be spanked until they glowed rosy red.
But as he fondled the silken buttocks of the kneeling girl, he knew that was not the case. Unlike her sister Betty and her mother, Debbie had not yet learned to enjoy the sting and the delicious after tingle of brisk spankings. She would, he hoped and vowed that he would teach her to enjoy that sex game as much as all the others she played.
"Please, Daddy, this time, put it in my cunt and fuck me," she begged. "It isn't fair that Mummy and Betty get all the fucking and all I'm allowed to do is suck your lovely big cock."
"Poor dear," he told her, squeezing her firm young buttocks, "it seems you'll never learn. You've just made two mistakes. First, you asked again to be fucked, after I've told you so often that you are not to. Your second mistake was telling me that I'm not being fair. For the two mistakes, you will have your ass spanked."
"Oh darn, I suppose if it hadn't been that, you'd have found some other reason to spank me," she said with a shrug and added a naughty little grin.
"That's right, dear," he said with a grin as he sat up and patted her tender young bottom. Call it a part of your sex education. You and your brother have to learn to enjoy spankings the way Betty and Mummy do. Clark is making progress, but you don't seem to."
"I can't help it, Daddy. I love watching when you spank Mummy and Betty and when they spank Clark, but when I get it, it just stings too darn much. I can't help it."
"You'll learn, dear," he assured her. "The fact that you enjoy watching spankings tells me that you'll learn to enjoy taking them. Your ass cheeks are developing nicely and you must learn to enjoy submitting them to sex spankings. Come, we'll go to the chair now."
"Yes Daddy," she said with a little sigh of submission. "I'll try my best to enjoy it. I know how much you enjoy spanking me."
"That's my good girl," he told her as he sat on the armless chair, his stiff tool thrusting, the foreskin well back off the swollen, almost purple head. "Take my cock in your mouth and give it a little sucking before your spanking, dear."
Dropping to her knees, the pretty little girl caught his organ gently and held it in a warm, delicate grip as she lowered her face to it and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
Still, she had to stretch it wider in order to push the big velvet head into her mouth and her jaws remained stretched as she sucked on it until the man patted her head and told her to stop.
Later, she knew, after her spanking and a bit of playing, she would take his cock into her mouth again and suck on it until it spurted a rich load of warm cream. She would like that, she always did, even though the stretching left her jaws sore for a little while after.
"Okay, Debbie, over my lap and turn your pretty ass up," Colin told his daughter and she obeyed at once, positioning herself across his thighs so that her little bottom was perfectly presented. Under her, she felt the hardness and strength of his big pecker.
As was his custom, he played with the smooth, round cheeks, scolded her for her faults, then he began spanking. He didn't slap as hard as he did when spanking her older sister or her mother, yet there was enough sting in each smack so that the girl was soon crying as the skin of her buttocks took on a rosy hue and became excitingly warm.
As she cried more and more loudly and tossed over his lap as much as his loose grip permitted, Colin went on spanking his daughter until the pink glow had spread totally over both her buttocks, then he tested them for warmth with a gently rubbing hand and satisfied with the degree of warmth he found, he patted Debbie on both tingling cheeks, a signal that the spanking was finished.
"There, baby, that will do for this time," her father told her as he stood her on her feet and saw her rub the hot pink rounds with both hands. "Tell me, dear, did you enjoy this one?"
"Not really ... sob ... it stung like crazy ... sob," she said, wiping her eyes with one hand while the other fondled a warm buttock.
"And how does your pretty little ass feel now?" her father asked.
"It feels ... sob ... sob ... good. You know, all warm and tingly and nice."
"That's right, dear, it's a beautiful feeling too, but in order to have it, you have to get the spanking."
"I understand, Daddy, that's why I try to enjoy it when you're spanking me. Do you think Mummy and Betty really like getting spanked or are they just fibbing?" she asked. "They cry more than I do when you're giving it to them."
"Sure they cry. I spank them a lot harder than I spank you, but they love it. They ask me for it, don't they?"
"Yes."
"I've been spanking your Mummy since we were first married. In fact, the first spanking I gave her was a few days before we married. After I spanked her, I licked her ass cheeks and her crack, tongued her hole, then turned her over and lapped her cunt until she came."
"Did you fuck her too, Daddy?"
"No. We agreed to wait until we were married to fuck. I took my cock out, it was big and hard and she jerked me off. It was the first time she had ever touched it."
"I'll bet she was excited. I know I was the first time I saw it, all big and hard and with that big velvet head."
"She really was, dear, especially when she saw all that juice shooting out of it and knew it wouldn't be long before she felt it shooting up her cunt."
"Ooh, Daddy, I feel all nice and squirmy and my ass feels so good."
"Then let's get on the bed and I'll play with your pink ass while you eat my cock and have a nice drink of warm cream."
Colin got onto the bed and lay on his back, stiff penis poking up like a pole. Licking her lips, Debbie followed him, knowing just what was expected of her and wanting it as much as he did.
Kneeling astride him, she caught his tool in a warm, gentle hand, kissed and licked the head and shaft, then put it in her mouth and began sucking it. As she did, she felt the gently moving hands on her tingling bottom cheeks. Despite the fact that she didn't enjoy having her buttocks spanked, she adored the follow up when his big cock was in her mouth and his hands fondled her hot, tingling cheeks until she sucked him off and he squeezed her buttocks while he pumped his semen into her wetly sucking little mouth.
It was even better than when her mother did it. Her mother spanked a little harder than he, then, after the spanking was finished, she would lie on her naked mother the same way, lapping her cunt while her mother played with her tingling buttocks. If she did the job well, her mother would then reward her in the same way, going down on her and lapping her until she came, or allowing Clark to do it for her. Her brother loved eating pussy and was always after her and Betty, wanting to get his face into a crotch and his tongue up a tight little cunt.
"You're doing it beautifully, darling," her father told her, his hands busy on her tingling bottom. "Just a little more of that lovely sucking and I'll shoot you a big drink of cream."
Debbie sucked a little more greedily, felt the big organ expand to become even bigger and stretch her jaws more widely, then it was shooting and she was drinking, sucking greedily for more and more of the fluid she so loved, then her father was drained and he pushed her away as he rescued the wreckage of his erection from her little mouth.
Lying with his eyes closed, Colin relaxed in complete sexual content, thinking of how it had all begun, how a normal, church going family had been turned into a full time orgy. A smile spread across his face as the thought projected itself while sleep moved slowly in on him.
CHAPTER II
Betty was still fifteen then, just short of her sixteenth birthday but looking much older. She had the body of a woman and her father had been very much aware of it.
There had been times when he had stolen glances at the outline of her lush, woman breasts and wanted to tear her blouse off and fondle them. Another big temptation was the sight of the girl in tight pants.
Her buttocks would be beautiful, smooth and firm, he sensed and he could easily achieve an erection at the thought of baring that lovely bottom and taking her over his lap for a spanking.
But that was out. Long ago, when she was just a baby, he and his wife had discussed the matter of spanking their children. Because to them spanking was an act of sexual stimulation, they had agreed that they would not spank their children for fear it would lead to something else.
It wasn't easy as the children grew up, but they kept their promise, fearing that baring and spanking their pretty bottoms carried with it a danger that could prove too great for them to resist. It could have gone on that way until the children left home, could have if it had not been for Father Trudeau.
Even there-there had been an element of luck involved. Betty had come home from confession that Saturday afternoon and had gone straight to her room. Her mother thought she had noticed something strange about the expression on the girl's face, but had shrugged it off and gone about preparing for the party that evening.
Still, the thought nagged and she walked quietly toward the girl's bedroom. Reaching the door, she paused, then heard the sound of soft, partially muffled crying.
Normally, she would have knocked before entering, but that time she didn't. She pushed the door open and walked into the room. She saw her daughter lying with her face on the pillow, crying softly, her body trembling. Lying on the night table beside the bed was a pair of white nylon panties with spots of blood on the crotch.
Her daughter, Marie told herself, had not gone to confession that afternoon, had gone somewhere else and had done something which would need to be confessed.
Shock came first, then anger threatened, but that passed as she looked at the trembling body and felt a wave of sympathy sweep over her.
"It's all right, darling," she said in a warm, maternal tone as she sat on the bed and heard a gasp of shock from the girl whose body went rigid. "It's all right, dear, what's done is done. Virginity doesn't last forever."
Her hands turned the girl, then Betty gave a cry and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying as though her heart were broken, as though life were finished. After a long time, the crying stopped and Marie was able to talk to her daughter.
"Was it rape, dear, or did you just get too excited?" she asked.
"It wasn't either one, Mother. I wasn't excited, I didn't want to, but I had to."
"Then it was rape, dear."
"No, it's different, but I can't tell you. Please, Mother, I'm not allowed to talk about it. It would be a sin."
"A sin? My God, dear, did this happen to you in church?"
"Yes."
"Listen, Betty, somebody has been feeding you a line and I just can't let it happen. You have to give me some answers. Believe me, dear, I know what I'm talking about. Now then, was there a priest involved in any way?"
There was a pause, the girl held her breath and her body tensed, then she said "yes."
"Did you go to confession?"
"Yes."
"Did the priest make you stay in church after?"
"Yes."
"Was there something about penance?"
"Yes, in a way, Mother, but I can't tell you a thing. I may have sinned by saying too much already."
"Listen, my darling, somebody well may have sinned, but it wasn't you. Did anything happen in the confessional box?"
"No."
"Then you can tell everything. The moment you stepped out of that confessional box, the seal of the confessional was broken. After that, the priest was just a man. He took advantage of you and tried to protect himself with a lot of crap about the seal of the confessional."
Betty's eyes went wide with horror, but she still did not quite break down. It took a little more talking on her mother's part, then she realized how she had been taken advantage of, saw that the priest had made a fool of her. After that, she was able to tell the story right from the beginning.
In her anger at the priest for what he had done, she even did the forbidden by telling her mother some of what had been said in the confessional box.
"Darling, don't be upset about having fingered yourself. Every female in the world has done it and done it often. Lord knows, I did often enough and I did it even after I was married. So what did he say about it?"
"He asked me a lot of questions about what kind of things I had been thinking, whether I was in my bed, if I was bare naked, all that sort of thing. I had to answer everything, all my thoughts and everything. He made me."
"What happened after confession?"
"While I was saying my penance," Betty told her, he left the confessional and went to the front of the church. I guess he locked the door. The place was empty, I was the last one. When I finished, he told me to go into the sacristy with him. He still had the cloth around his neck and told me I was still under the seal of the confessional."
"The rotten, lying bastard. It just isn't so. Did he just go ahead and rape you?"
"No, he talked for a long time about how priests have special powers and about special penances. He knelt with his eyes closed and said he would ask God for guidance. After a while, he got up and told me he had been told what had to be done and told me to take all my clothes off. He took his off too. His ... thing was so big, I was terrified."
"You poor lamb," her mother said with feeling. "What then?"
"He took me to a couch and said things in Latin while he felt me up all over. He sucked my breasts and licked my nipples, he felt me up everywhere, then he ... made me open my legs and put his face right in my crotch. He sucked ... it and got his tongue in it and licked it and everything, then he got on top of me and made me keep my legs wide open. He told me that if I resisted, God would strike me dead and my soul would burn in hell for all eternity.
"It hurt, it was awful and that big thing kept ramming in and out of me. After a while, I felt liquid shooting in my belly, filling me up. He was grunting and acting like a wild animal, all sweaty and everything. He was so heavy lying on me. After a while, he took his thing out of me and got up. He told me again that I was still under the seal of the confessional and that I must keep silent about everything that had happened for the rest of my life. I believed him, Mother, honest I did. Oh what a terrible fool I must be."
"No darling, you were innocent and trapped. I have a feeling your father and I are far more guilty than you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that for a long time, we've doubted the church. Instead of doing something about it, we just closed our eyes and went on with it. We set you up for what Father Trudeau did to you today."
Mother and daughter talked for a long time, then went to the bathroom and Marie ran a warm bath for her daughter. She helped her bathe and assured her that the pain would pass in time.
"Mother, I can't understand why women ... have sexual intercourse. It hurts and it's dirty and it just isn't any fun."
"That's the worst thing he did to you, darling. You see, it isn't that way at all. Let's not use such formal terms, fucking is beautiful. Your father has been fucking me for seventeen years now, since I was just nineteen years old and I still can't get enough of it. The actual act of fucking is yummy and so are all the other games that go with it. We do lots of exciting things together and it's like we're still on our honeymoon."
"Gee, Mother, you make it sound so beautiful. But damn it all, it hurts. It's still hurting. He had such a big thing."
"It has to hurt the first time, when you break your hymen. After that, it's sheer ecstasy if the man is a good lover. I doubt that his prick is at all bigger than your father's, probably not as big, your Dad has a beauty, he's really hung, but if it were even bigger I'd love it even more. The cunt is a beautiful invention, dear, it can stretch to take even the biggest cock and the more it gets stretched, the better it feels. Take my word for it, darling."
"Gee you're a wonderful mother," Betty said as she hugged her tightly. "I guess I always loved you, but I never knew how really great you were. Imagine being able to talk like this with my own mother."
"That's the way it should be, dear. Somehow, we humans, Christians especially, have allowed the churches to come between us and life, allowed them to destroy all the beauty and goodness of life as it was meant to be."
"Isn't it just that Father Trudeau is a bad priest, Mother?"
"Sure he is, but perhaps they all are. I believe that churches have corrupted humanity. Your father and I are going to have a long talk about it this evening."
Taking Betty back to her bed, Marie gave her a sedative and told her to rest, assuring her she would feel better later.
When Colin returned from his golf game, Marie poured stiff drinks for the two of them and asked him to go to the bedroom with her.
"Anytime, darling," he told her, grinning and patting her on the bottom, "but if I can't handle my pecker any better than I handled my putter today, I may go off in your left eye."
"No dear," she replied with a grin, then turned serious, "this time it's to discuss something very important."
Her look alerted him and carrying his drink, he followed her to the room which was their sexual playground, knowing they weren't going there for sex this time.
Pleased that she was able to remain calm and keep her tone controlled, Marie told her husband what had happened to their daughter. At first, his hands shook with shock and rage, spilling a little of his drink, but then he calmed down, proud that his wife was able to keep her composure as she did.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," he told his wife, "but somehow, I'm going to make the bastard pay."
"I know how you feel, darling, but you must promise you won't do anything rash. I want you here with me, not in jail."
"Don't worry, dear, I'll give it a lot of thought. I want a particularly exquisite form of revenge. When I have my plan worked out, I'll tell you about it. It will be exquisite, I can assure you."
"I know it will be, darling. You're a very brilliant and imaginative man and I'm proud of you. I told Betty a lot about you today, things a mother doesn't usually tell her daughter."
"Like what?" he asked, his interest quickening.
"I had to stop her from thinking that sex is ugly and painful, so I told her about us. I told her what a lovely big cock you have and how much I enjoy fucking and playing all the sex games with you."
Marie told him more about the conversation, then went on to talk about her changed attitude toward all forms of religion.
Colin felt even more strongly about it than his wife and they talked at length, discussing the philosophy of life and of religion, agreeing that a terrible perversion had been performed on the human race in the name of God and in the interests of power and money.
"Sure," he observed at one point, "the church is very chummy with the fascists who run Spain, Portugal and other such countries, but it doesn't seem so interested in fighting oppression, racial intolerance, poverty and all that."
"Right. Even if there is a god," Marie took over, "there's no need for a church as middleman. We were born with brain and will power and all that. We were given a mind to use and bodies to use and I have a hunch we were meant to enjoy them, not to consider our bodies as unclean, sinful things."
"Right you are. If they are sinful, then what kind of a God is he to make sinful bodies. No, I'm in agreement with you all the way. We have to save what's left of our lives and keep our children from falling into the trap we did. Hell it's too late to save them, we have to get them out of it. They're already in it."
They went on with their discussion and became amazed at the directions it took and the intensity they achieved.
"All right," Marie said at one point, after he had refreshed their drinks, "so who is better able to show Betty what a beautiful thing sex is, than her parents."
"Damn right," Colin agreed, eagerly. "Hell, we love her, who says love should be restricted. I think it would be in keeping with nature's plan for me to take her to bed and make love to her. You could be right there with us, all of us naked together."
"God, darling," she said, trembling, "I never thought I'd ever feel this way, but my eyes have been suddenly opened. Life has been hidden from us all these years and now we can see for the first time. Our children are going to be liberated and free to really enjoy life."
"Yes darling," he said, excitement mounting, his penis throbbing with desire. "This is going to be a family filled with love, real love the way it was intended to be. In the privacy of our home, we'll walk proudly naked, we'll play with each other, love and laugh together, we'll fuck and suck and do anything we want to provide mutual pleasure."
"Oh yes, darling, yes. Oh my God, I'm so horny, my darling. Think of it, darling, now we won't have to get the kids out of the house when I want a spanking."
"Right angel and we'll have three tender young bottoms to spank."
"Oh yes, dear, but we'll have to teach them to enjoy it as we do. We'll let them see how I love it when you spank me. We'll have to teach them all about happy tears."
"What a pleasure that's going to be. Does Betty have as beautiful a body as I think she has?"
"Christ yes. When you see those woman tits of hers you'll flip, but when you get your eyes and your hands on that ass, you'll go off in the air, darling. I've never seen a ass as beautiful. Those cheeks are perfectly rounded and oh so firm and silky. My ass was never nearly as beautiful as hers."
"I find that hard to believe, darling. You have a beauty now and it was beautiful, I mean outstandingly beautiful from the first time I saw it. Remember the first time I spanked it?"
"Oh yes, I still tremble with excitement when I think of it."
"Look, in line with our new philosophy, why don't I take your panties down and give you a spanking right now?"
"We can't, darling, not now. The kids don't know what's happening. They'd be terribly upset if they heard you spanking me and heard me crying, especially Betty. She's so upset right now."
"Yeah, you're right, of course."
"Dear," his wife whispered, "you could still take my panties off. It wouldn't be noisy if you lapped my cunt and I could be careful not to cry out when I come. You could also push that big beauty up my cunt when it's nice and juicy and give me a first class fucking. Does all that appeal to you at all?"
"I'm not sure, darling," he told her as he got up and began undressing, "but I think it does, a little bit at least."
"I'm so relieved, darling," Marie told him and opened her dress to take it off. "I was afraid you had lost interest in sex."
"Baby, I feel as though I'm just on the very verge of discovering sex." As he pushed his pants and briefs down, his stiff, throbbing penis waved at her as though to prove the point.
"Me too, lover," she told him with a sigh as she tossed her bra away and her lush breasts bobbed before his eyes. "What a beautiful thing life is going to be for all of us."
"Yes, my angel, for all of us. Christ, what lucky people we are."
"We're lucky because we dare to be lucky, darling," she told him as she stepped out of her panties and they met on the bed. "Think of those beautiful children. If only they could know what is in store for them."
"When will they know, darling? There's no point in delaying, now that we've made up our minds."
"You're right, dear. What say we save it until after dinner. Dinner is going to be a bit late, but what the hell, it is Saturday and we can all sleep in late in the morning."
'What," he gasped with pretended horror, "do you mean you won't be getting up to go to early mass in the morning? Marie, I'm shocked. What would Father Trudeau say?"
"Father Trudeau can kiss my ass," Marie replied.
"The hell he can," Colin protested. "Your lovely ass is my private property. I'll do the kissing of it and I'll teach our son how to do it too."
She rolled over with a sigh and he kept his promise, not just kissing the lush cheeks, but parting them and playing exciting games with his tongue in her crack.
They romped through a long session of lovely lust and dinner was very late that evening, but they didn't regret it for a moment.
CHAPTER III
There was a tension through the evening meal and the children were very much aware of it. There was no apprehension on their part though as they noticed that their parents kept laughing and that their eyes were shining in obvious excitement.
"I'd sure like to know what's going on around here," fifteen year-old Clark said, looking from his parents to his older sister.
"So would I," she replied, smiling, having made an amazing recovery, thanks to her mother's understanding help. There was still a burning sensation in her organ, but she knew it would pass, already it hurt much less that it had during the painful walk home from the church where she had been deflowered.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Marie told him with a beaming smile which belied her words.
"Do any of you have any important plans for the evening?" Colin asked and felt his penis stirring with renewed arousal.
"I may go out with the guys for a while," Clark told him.
"Take my word for it, son, you'll have a lot more fun if you stay home. Still, it's up to you. Go out if you like," he told him with a grin.
"There really is something up," Clark said, then heard his mother break up with laughter. "I'm staying home."
Through the rest of the meal, Colin and Marie went on teasing the children, refusing to give any hint of what they planned for the evening, yet making them know that it had to be something very exciting.
"Aw come on," Clark said, impatiently, as Colin and his wife dawdled over coffee and liqueur after all had finished eating. "Tell us what's going on."
"Careful young man," his mother told him, "or I'll take your pants down and turn your bottom up on my lap for a good spanking on your bare ass."
He blushed at that and his sisters laughed, but they felt their excitement growing. It had been such an unlikely thing for their mother to have said and she wore a different expression, one they had never seen on her face before.
"You'd better listen to her, son," Colin said. "Someone else is going to get a bare bottom spanking tonight so I daresay it could happen to you too. Come to think of it, it could happen to those giggling sisters of yours as well."
At that, Betty and Debbie stopped giggling and looked at each other. Leaving the children to wonder what was going on, the adults resumed chatting as they sipped their drinks.
Under the table, unknown to the children, Marie's thighs were rubbing warmly together in mounting arousal, while Colin, his strength fully renewed after the lusty session with his wife, delighted in the feel of his stiff penis throbbing for escape from the confinement of his pants.
And then, when the three youngsters were squirming on their chairs, Colin decided it was time to put an end to teasing and put the show on the road.
"Come along now," he said as he stood, not trying to hide the bulge in the front of his pants, "we shall adjourn to the recreation room and have a family conference, if that's the appropriate term," he said, looking at his wife.
"What a fucking conference this is going to be," she replied and smiled as the children gasped at having heard her say such a word.
With Colin leading the way, the family went down the stairs to the recreation room where Marie and Colin moved from window to window making sure every drape was carefully drawn so that they could have total privacy.
It was really an unnecessary act since their big house was located on a lot screened by tall cedars and their closest neighbor was more than three hundred yards distant. Still, it helped establish the mood they both wanted for all that was to follow.
They had already decided that Betty would not be fucked by her father that night since her vagina would still be bothering her, but the children were going to receive a lecture in philosophy and life and then they were going to be an excited audience at a sex circus beyond their wildest dreams.
The possibility that Marie would seduce her son that evening was left open, something to be played by ear, depending on how the party progressed and how totally the children got over initial shock and fell into the spirit of the party.
Colin and Marie went to the bar to pour drinks for themselves and as they did so, the children saw Colin's right hand go to the seat of their mother's dress and play there. In response, they saw their mother press and rub a hip against him. The drinks poured, they returned to where the three children sat on a couch. Colin sat on a big chair opposite and his wife sat on the arm of it.
Marie didn't deliberately hike the hem of her dress up, but when that happened, she didn't bother pulling it down.
She told the two younger ones what the priest had done to Betty, then went on to tell how for years, she and Colin had doubted the church and had finally made up their minds to drop it, totally, as a fraudulent organization.
There were a few questions, but it was obvious that the children were both shocked and delighted. To Clark, the big factor was that he would be free to sleep late on Sunday mornings.
After that, Colin took over and told of their new philosophy of life. He saw his children's eyes go wide with surprise as he told of how their lives would be devoted to pleasure, especially of the sexual variety.
"Father!" Betty gasped. "You mean all the way. I mean more than just kissing and things?"
"A whole lot more, darling," he told her as he pulled the hem of Marie's dress well above the tops of her nylons and lazily fondled a luscious thigh. "I mean total nudity, sexy kissing and sucking, I mean fucking, cunt lapping, cock sucking, spanking, probably a spot of ass fucking from time to time, the whole beautiful bag of tricks. We're going to be the happiest, most loving family in the business."
"Am I going to be allowed to do things too?" the boy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
"You're one of the family, aren't you?" his father asked in reply. "Wouldn't you love to jump in bed naked with Betty or your mother and slip your hard cock up a nice juicy cunt for a real fuck?"
"Wow!" the boy gasped and was unable to say anything else.
Colin gave the children another lecture on life, love, happiness and what he termed naturalism, a style of life in which humans conducted themselves in a manner approved by society when in the outside world, but where, in the privacy of their own home, they lived more in accord with the dictates of their minds and bodies, a state in which the only God was Orgasm.
As he approached the end of the lecture, his wife was squirming with passion as her dress had been drawn high up her body and the children watched their father rubbing one hand in her crotch, the other all over and around the seat of her clinging, sheer panties.
"You see," he went on, "this is the way a husband and wife should act, but society says it must be done behind closed doors. Why? Do any of you see anything wrong in what we're doing?"
He heard a faint "no," but wasn't sure which of them had said it and guessed that it went for all of them.
"Gee," Betty said with a sigh, "I can't believe it. It all sounds too good to be true."
"Then you approve, dear?" her father asked her.
"Oh yes. After what Father Trudeau did to me," she said, "I thought sex was ugly and dirty and just a thing of pain for the woman, but Mother changed my mind this afternoon when she told me about sex."
"You're not afraid now?" Colin asked.
"Oh no. I'm just dying to be naked in bed with you, to feel you doing things all over my body, then pushing your big..." she paused, "cock up my cunt to..." she paused again, "fuck me," she completed the statement with emphasis on the final two words.
Her brother gulped and stared at her, amazed to hear her say such things, hoping he would find as much courage.
"How about you, Clark?" Marie asked as Colin continued to fondle her panties with both hands. "Would you like to be doing this to me and your sisters?"
"Would I ever. You really look ... great. Am I really going to be allowed to feel you up like that?"
"I hope you'll want to do a whole lot more. Wouldn't you like to take my bra and panties off and feel and kiss and suck my tits and cunt and play with my ass and then stick your prick into me and fuck me?"
"I sure would. Are you sure you're not just putting us on?"
"I'm not, but I'm going to put you on. When we're both bare naked, I'll put you on my belly and tell you to get your prick up my cunt to fuck me."
"And how about you, Debbie? Do you want to go along with the game or would you rather wait a year or so?"
"Oh no, I want to do it all too. I only wish I were as big and pretty as Betty and Mummy."
"Don't feel that way, dear," he told her, warmly. "There is a special excitement about a girlish young body like yours. I'm going to love playing with you and sucking your sweet little cunt. You'll develop, don't worry. You're going to be as beautiful a girl as your sister and you'll have plenty of fun on the way to maturity. Oh, just one thing, your mother and I have agreed that you'll wait till your fourteenth birthday to fuck."
"Oh Daddy, no. That's more than three months."
"That's the way it's going to be, dear, but you will have plenty of sexy fun, don't worry. When you reach your birthday, one of your presents will be an excitingly big cock in your pretty little cunt. Now doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Yes, but I wish I didn't have to wait so long. It doesn't seem fair."
"I'm the one who decides what's fair, dear. It will all work out for the best, you'll see. This way, while you're having fun with the rest of us, you'll have something special to look forward to."
Debbie accepted his decision, reluctantly and he knew she would keep trying to change his mind.
"All right, kids, your mother and I are going to finish our drinks now. If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now, you're going to be busy later."
CHAPTER IV
When they finished their drinks, Colin and Marie moved into a passionate embrace during which he fondled her buttocks with one hand while the children stared in rapt fascination at their rubbing bodies and wetly mashing mouths.
The embrace ended and the children saw the big bulge in his pants and the look of sexual arousal on his face as well as their mother's.
"Well, Clark," Colin said as he began unbuttoning his shirt, "shall you and I get things started by taking off a few clothes?"
Pleased at being accepted as an equal, the boy got to his feet and began undressing, trying to appear calm and composed despite the hammering of his heart.
"We'll leave our briefs on to tease the girls," his father told him. "Have you got a hard-on?"
"Yes."
"That's the way it should be. We'll let them have a look at the bulges but we'll make them wait to see the real thing."
And then both males stood clad in briefs only. The man wore clinging nylon briefs through which they saw his big, hard, throbbing organ. Clark wore simple white cotton briefs which also showed that he had an erection.
"Let's let the girls have a little feel," Colin said and he and Clark walked to the couch, the man standing close to Betty, Clark going to the younger girl.
Both girls appeared eager as they reached to feel the hard lumps. Betty squeezed the big pole, then her hand moved under it to feel the rest of the equipment which bulged the clinging nylon. After a little while, they changed positions and Clark used both hands to steal a feel of his sister's big breasts.
"Isn't he the sneaky one," his mother commented with a grin. "Did you see the way he went for her tits?"
"That's my boy," Colin said with a proud expression as he backed away from the girl, deciding his penis had been fondled enough for the time being.
"How would you like to come and feel these, dear?" Marie asked as she stood and fondled her breasts.
His reaction was instant as he hurried to his mother and reached for the jutting mounds in the front of her dress, his hands rubbing and squeezing.
"All right ladies," Colin called, "it's time to take dresses and slips off and show us your bras and panties."
"Unhook me, dear," Marie said to her son and turned her back to him.
He slipped the hook at the top of her dress, then slid the long zipper all the way down, his eyes feasting on her smooth, tanned skin and the taut strap of her bra against it. His left hand moved inside her dress to rub the bare, smooth skin, while the other hand went around her to feel a breast again, an exciting return visit.
"Out of the way, you," she told him and removed the hand from her breast.
She pushed her dress down to her waist and Clark saw how the cups of her bra jutted, saw the warm looking white valley between, then she was working the dress down over her wide flaring hips, it fell to her feet and she smiled warmly as she stepped out of it.
At the sight of her, the boy gave a little cry of raw lust, then she held her arms open and he stepped into a thrilling embrace. While she rubbed her hands up and down his back, he found the courage to do the same to her. It wasn't long before his hands had found the firmness of her nylon sheathed buttocks and he was rubbing ardently there while her body rubbed against the form of his hard penis.
"Come on you two," Colin said, giving his son a smack on the bottom, "break it up and let the others unveil."
As Clark and his mother turned to watch, Debbie removed her dress on command and showed a little bra that seemed hardly necessary at all and a pair of sheer, white nylon panties which hugged a cute, slightly rounded tummy and snugged in her crotch.
With a smile of approval, Colin turned her around and they admired a nicely rounded bottom. His right hand confirmed that her buttocks were firm and would be a delight to spank. He heard her sigh as he squeezed one cheek, then the other, then he patted her bottom and straightened up.
"You're a real little beauty, Debbie," he told her, "and you're going to get better day by day. Before you know it, you're going to have a figure like Betty's. And speaking of your figure, Betty, get out of your dress and let us have a look. Here, I'll unhook it for you."
He opened the back of her dress and held his breath as, with trembling fingers, she took it off.
There were sighs and gasps of approval all around and the young beauty beamed, excitement taking the place of nervousness as she turned slowly to display all her charms to the eyes of her family.
"Come here, baby," her father told her, "Daddy wants a kiss and a feel."
As she approached him, he caught the cups of her bra with both hands and fondled them, then he took her in his arms for a passionate kiss and busied both hands on her bottom, a thing of beauty, a pair of firm cheeks which slipped easily under his rubbing hands. While he fondled her buttocks, his penis throbbed strongly as he anticipated baring and spanking them.
"Isn't she beautiful, darling?" Marie asked as she went to the embracing couple and ran her hands all the way down her daughter's back, from her shoulders, down over her clinging, pink panties where she paused for a while, then down her thighs.
She hadn't intended doing it, but she pressed her body against her daughter's and put her arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Penis envy had never been Marie's thing, but at that moment, she wished that she had one, a big stiff one, to push into the lovely body of the girl who trembled with arousal in the shared embrace with her mother and father.
"Boy, what a tasty looking sandwich," Clark said aloud and was rewarded by giggles.
"I know how tasty your mother is," Colin said as he stepped out of the embrace. "I've eaten her cunt, her ass and her tits often enough to be an expert on that score. Tonight I'm going to taste your yummy looking sisters."
"Boy, that sure sounds like fun, Daddy. Do I get to taste them too?"
"You sure do. We're going to have a very long lesson in sex education tonight."
"Do I get to taste Mom's too?"
"If you want to, lover boy and I do hope you want to," she told him as she rubbed a hand slowly along the crotch of her panties. "I'm getting the lunch warm for you right now. Your father knows a lot about how hot and juicy I can get it."
"What are Debbie and I going to be doing while all this is going on?" Betty wanted to know.
"The same thing, my dear. Not only men eat pussy, you know."
"Ooh, that caught me by surprise," Marie told her daughters. "There's just no keeping up with that sexy father of yours. I've never touched a twat, except my own and no woman has ever touched mine."
"Then you'll be learning along with Debbie and me."
"I guess I will. My, this party gets better as it goes along. All I need now is for someone to do something about this cool ass of mine."
"My pleasure, darling," her husband told her, "but first, I think you'd better explain it to them so there won't be any confusion in their minds."
"Sure. You see, dears, I'm one of those lucky people who enjoys being spanked. The harder I get it the better I like it. It stings like mad and I cry a lot, but don't let that fool you. No matter how loud my crying gets, I'll be loving every stinging smack."
"How can that be?" Clark asked. "If it hurts it can't be fun."
"You're so wrong, darling," she told him, as her hands went behind her to rub her nether cheeks warmly in anticipation. "Eventually, you'll learn all about masochism. Most people have a latent penchant for it, but many of them just never find out about it. Your wonderful father brought out my masochistic streak into the open just before we were married and it turned out to be a mile wide."
"She's right," Colin told the children. "Keep that in mind when I'm spanking her and she's crying her head off. She'll be loving every smack and she'd get angry if I stopped too soon."
"Boy, I can hardly wait to see this," Clark said, his eyes sparkling.
"Are you going to be as anxious when the time comes for you to lie across my thighs and have your ass well spanked?"
"Uh, I don't think so. Am I going to get spanked too?"
"You all are," Colin informed them, "but not this evening. We'll save that for later."
All eyes were on him as he pushed his briefs down and allowed them to fall at his feet. He posed, hands on his hips, his stiff penis twitching, the head a big velvet plum.
There were loud gasps from the children at the sight of the massive organ.
"I swear it's even bigger than Father Trudeau's," Betty said.
"It's probably longer," her mother told her. "I understand from what I've read that most men have six inches or less. That magic wand is a full seven when it's hard and when it's poked up your cunt or ass, you can really fell the length of it."
"Does Daddy really stick it up your ass?" Betty asked. "Do you like it that way?"
"Yes, dear, once in a while, for a change. I'm often in the mood for a ass shot after a really hard spanking, when my ass cheeks are tingling and really feeling like they're on fire. Usually though, I prefer to take it in my puss-puss."
"That's the way you're going to get it tonight, my dear," her husband told her as he went to her and unhooked her bra.
He stood behind his wife so that he would not block the children's view of her breasts, then slipped the garment off and heard their sighs and gasps as they saw her big, firm, luscious breasts with the pink nipples perched on the tips like winking beacons.
Reaching around her, he fondled them and soon had her nipples erected, to the delight, especially, of Clark and Debbie. Betty knew all about erecting nipples, having played with hers before and during masturbation.
"They're beautiful, Mother," Betty said. "My God, they're as firm as teenage tits."
"They're really not, darling," her mother replied, "but thanks for saying it. Still, considering my age, I have to be pleased with the way they've stayed so firm."
"They're very firm and beautiful and I'm proud of them," Colin announced, "but we're going to see a bit more of your mother's beauty. I'm going to take down her panties now. It's time for spanky-spank. Get a load of the most beautiful ass in the world."
Marie went to the armless chair with him, firm breasts bouncing with each step, then he was seated and she stood between his legs. His hands went around her and fondled her buttocks through her panties, then he began scolding her.
"I caught you fingering your little cunny, Marie," he scolded. "You've been warned about that too often. This time, you're going to be punished."
"How are you going to punish me, Daddy?" she asked in an excitingly childish tone.
"How do you think? By baking you a cake, perhaps? No, my dear, I'm going to take your panties down, take you across my lap and give your bare ass a spanking."
"Oh please, Daddy, not that. Please don't spank my poor little ass. I won't finger my cunny anymore. I promise."
"You probably will, you sexy, cunt happy little girl, but the next time you do it, you'll remember the spanking I'm going to give you now."
They went on playing the game for a little while and then Colin was scolding her as he slowly lowered her black nylon panties and bared the lovely white cheeks and deep crack of her behind.
When the panties stretched across her thighs, close to the tops of her nylons, it still looked as though she were wearing panties, skin tight, skin colored panties. Her body was well tanned, but there was the triangle of white where her bathing trunks had protected her from the sun.
"How white her ass is," Colin commented aloud as his hands moved over it, "but we'll soon change white to red, won't we?"
Marie pleaded again that her Daddy not spank her, then, on command, she walked around to his right. He ordered her to stand there while the children admired her tummy and mons veneris, then he ordered his wife to lie across his lap for her spanking.
She was pleading and sobbing impressively as she did so, squirming over his thighs until she was content that her bared bottom was well presented for the promised spanking.
While the children stared, Colin played with his wife's naked buttocks, obviously enjoying himself and keeping her squirming.
"I'm almost ready to start spanking your ass now, Marie," he told her. "It's really a lovely ass and I enjoy spanking it and making you cry."
"Oh please, Daddy, don't spank me. Don't do it," she sobbed, squirming hotly across his thighs and his throbbing tool.
His reply was a hard slap on her right buttock. The sound rang loudly through the room, causing the audience to gasp and drawing a little yelp from the naked victim.
"There, you bad girl, that's what you get for fingering your twat, that and this ... and this ... and this..." he said as his open hand rose and fell, each fall ending with a loud slap on her big, bouncing ass.
Marie began to sob, then as her buttocks took on a warm, pink hue, her sobs turned to crying. Colin's eyes were shining with excitement as he went right on scolding and spanking the crying woman.
"Oh Daddy ... SPANK ... Daddy ... my ass ... SPANK ... it's all hot ... SPANK ... Daddy ... please stop ... SPANK ... ow."
"Is it hot? ... SPANK ... that's nice, Marie ... SPANK ... I'll bet your little cunt ... SPANK ... was hot when you ... SPANK ... fingered it ... SPANK ... Now I'm going to go ... SPANK ... right on spanking you ... SPANK ... and make your ass ... SPANK ... a lot hotter ... SPANK ... SPANK."
While the watching children trembled with excitement, Colin went on spanking and scolding his crying wife. Her buttocks became covered with a warm pink flush, but his hand continued to rise and fall. Marie kicked her nylon sheathed legs as she lay crying in sweet submission, making the scene more exciting for Colin and his audience. He loved it when she began kicking. It meant that she was really feeling the maximum sting and enjoying it.
Pink turned to red as her big behind bounced under his slapping hand and then the hand came down hard on her left cheek and it remained there, squeezing, letting her know the spanking was finished. As she continued to cry softly, Colin invited the children to come closer.
"Find out what a well spanked ass feels like," he told them as they hurried to their softly crying mother.
Clark was first to get his hands on his mother's red bottom, then his sisters were following suit, her buttocks big enough to provide plenty of feeling room.
Her crying stopped and then she was sobbing. As she lay submissively, the children marveled at the heat they found in her silken nether cheeks. More than just marveling, Clark felt a churning in his loins which told him he was in danger of ejaculating.
"That's enough for now, kids," their father told them. "I have to give Mother her after spanking treatment."
The children stepped back and as Marie got to her feet, they saw that tears were still running down her cheeks while her hands rubbed another pair of cheeks, big red ones.
Clark was not surprised at discovering that he did not own the only erection in the room as he saw his father lead Marie to the wide couch where she lay face down, her red behind twitching as though it still felt the slapping hand which had so well colored it.
Bending over his quietly sobbing wife, Colin held her hips and began kissing and licking her red behind. He made the big rounds wet all over, then he began to lick her crack, parting the cheeks with his hands so that he could get his tongue well into it.
Marie stopped sobbing and began to groan, then her behind came up and her head stayed down on the couch as she knelt, her red behind swaying.
Colin took a different grip on his wife, his arms wrapping around her, one hand working in her crotch, his face pressed into her crack.
"He's either sucking or licking her hole," Clark whispered to Betty.
"Yes, I think he's licking. Isn't it exciting?"
"It sure is and he's fingering her cunt as well."
"It would be worth taking a spanking for that, I guess," she whispered and he heard a little sigh, "if you get all that after it's over."
"I could do it to you right now," Clark told her in whisper as he rubbed his stiff penis on her left thigh.
"I'd love it, Clark, but I don't think we should. We'd better wait until they tell us to."
They heard a series of low grunts break from the woman on the couch, then they grew louder until they blended into a high pitched, quavering wail and Betty knew she was climaxing.
"She's coming," she said more loudly than she had intended.
They saw their father pull the woman's behind back more tightly against his invading face and he kept it there until the noise passed and his wife sighed softly.
When he released her, she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs wide so that Clark and his sisters were able to stare into her crotch.
"Now kiddies," Colin told them, "watch closely and I'll give you a demonstration of cunt lapping. She had one come already so her pussy will be nice and juicy to suck."
He lowered himself into position and they saw him lick around her inner thighs, his tongue moving slowly closer to the slit which was its target. Marie moved a hand down her body, into her crotch and the tips of her fingers parted the soft, warm looking lips of her cunt as though in invitation.
They heard a low growl from their father as they stared, crouched as close to the scene as they could get, then his mouth was on their mother's organ and they heard him sucking wetly while his hands rubbed her smooth skin.
"Oh it's sweet," their mother groaned, "it's so sweet. Oh God, how he sucks. He must be the best cunt lapper in the world."
She went on babbling for a while, then an expression of pain came over her face, she gasped, caught her breath, then orgasm swept over her again as her husband's tongue gave her clitoris a few finishing licks, then he hunched beside her, his penis twitching as he stared at her naked, jerking body while she grunted and groaned through a very strong orgasm.
"Oh darling," she sighed after a little while, "that had to be the biggest and best ever. It was like death."
"A happy death, I hope," her husband commented.
"A very happy one, you wonderful, darling killer."
"Well there's going to be another one soon," he told her. "I'm going to ride your red ass and kill this thing," he went on, waving his erection at her. "I'm going to go up your juicy cunt with it and let you strangle him. You really know how to do it, baby."
"Yes darling, yes," she panted as she turned around and knelt on her hands and knees, her crotch open wide to admit him from behind.
Crouching, Clark gazed into her mother's wide crotch and saw the wetness of it and of her inner thighs. Juice had trickled all the way down to the tops of her nylons.
As the children stared intently, Colin knelt up with his penis in his right hand and moved against the big red buttocks of his wife. They saw his tool go between white, smooth thighs, then it was in her crotch.
Marie groaned and her body trembled, then they could see the swollen head finding the wet slit and pushing in. Colin pushed just the head into her slit and the children were able to see how it stretched what had been a slit, so that it became a big circle. After that, he pushed it in, a little at a time until the whole seven inches of it was inside her organ and she was sighing and jerking her rosy behind against him.
Unhurriedly, Colin renewed his grip on her, then his long, strong tool was sliding easily in and out of her as he spanked her arched behind with his tummy.
While Colin rode his wife's red behind, the children stared and exchanged comments. From the vantage point he had chosen, Clark was able to watch the pistoning rod and fondled his mother's thighs at the same time. He found it exciting to start with his hands just below the expanded tops of her nylons, then feel his way up over her silken skin.
When he found no objection to that, he allowed one hand to move under her, rubbing her smooth belly, then moving back to the thick foliage of her mons veneris. He squeezed the firm mound and heard an extra sigh from his mother.
"Oh Christ, I'm going to come again," she panted.
"Good timing," her husband told her. "Let 'er go, I'll be right behind you."
He stepped up the pace of his ride and the children heard his belly slap-slapping against their mother's ass as both their parents panted and grunted, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their erotic labors.
The first cry came from Marie as orgasm paid her another visit, then, seconds later, after a few fast jabs, Colin pulled her tingling behind back tightly against him and grunted as he pumped his semen into the depths of her.
"Oh Je-sus..." he panted, "uh ... oh ... uh ... she's ... uh ... sucking my ... cock ... she'll ... uh ... kill me ... suck me ... uh ... to death ... oh what a ... uh ... cunt ... Ooohhhh ... aaahhhhhhh."
As though afraid she really would, he pulled his spent tool out of her and fell onto the couch, lying on his back.
"You must be awfully good too, Mother," Betty said, her eyes shining with excitement and admiration.
"I know how to use what I've got, dear. When a man is shooting his cream into you, you use the muscles of your cunt so that you're actually sucking him off. It really drains his balls and leaves him as weak as a kitten."
"That's the way men like it?"
"Yes, darling, when a man comes with his tool in your cunt, he wants to be drained of all his strength. If it's been a good fuck and the woman has done her job well, he's too weak to move."
"Oh Mother, I'm so anxious to learn, everything."
"We'll teach you, all of you, my darlings. Your father and I are going to rest for a while. You play with each other, but don't go too far."
CHAPTER V
Hurrying to the other couch, the children began a thrilling romp. Clark and Debbie were totally naked, Betty kept on her garter belt and nylons as the three explored each other's bodies.
"Would you really kiss me between the legs?" Betty asked her brother.
"I sure would. Open up your crotch and I'll show you."
"All right, but for this time, just kiss. I'm still burning a little. I don't want to come."
She parted and raised her legs, Clark and Debbie stared at her little pink slit, then he brought his mouth to it and kissed her wetly, holding her by the hips and making her groan with passion as he went on mouthing her organ.
"Do it to me, Clark," Debbie begged as she stood rubbing a hand in her crotch. "Kiss my cunt and suck it and lick it and everything."
"Wait a minute," he panted as he rolled his older sister over and began kissing and licking her satiny smooth buttocks. After that, he brought his tongue into her crack as he had seen his father do and she responded by getting up on her knees to elevate her behind the way she had seen her mother do.
"Oh, look at her little pink ass hole," Debbie said with excitement.
"Yeah, I'm going to do more than just look at it." Clark said in a confident tone. "Watch this."
Following his father's example, he licked up and down her crack for a while, his mouth providing so much moisture that it trickled down into her crotch, then he got his tongue on her anal ring and began teasing it as she panted and groaned.
In her excitement, Betty swayed her behind so madly that he had trouble keeping his tongue on her anus. His right hand gave her a stinging slap on one buttock, then he told her to keep her behind still.
Accidentally, Clark discovered that by curling his tongue into a roll, he could work the tip of it right into her anus, an act which brought a loud gasp from his sister.
"Oh Debbie," she panted, "he's got his tongue up my hole. It's right inside me ... he's licking my hole inside."
"Oh hurry ... hurry," Debbie panted. "I want my turn. You're getting it all, Betty."
Clark didn't want to take his mouth away from his sister's behind, but he heard tears in his younger sister's voice, so he forced himself to.
"All right, Debbie, I'll suck and lick your cunt and hole too."
"Wait, please, suck my tits first. I want to know how that feels."
Delighted to oblige, Clark was surprised to learn that he couldn't get the whole breast into his mouth, but he enjoyed that failure as he sucked greedily and made her produce sounds which were much like crying.
After he had sucked one breast for a while, he moved across her body and accepted the other breast which she fed to him, eagerly, as she stared at what his mouth had done to her nipple which stood out in bold erection.
As he continued to suck, his hands moved along her back until they found her buttocks. He fondled them avidly and while they were not as big and firm as Betty's he liked the feel of them and knew there would be a wonderful thrill in spanking them with a bare hand and making them pink and warm.
"Ooh, Clark, that feels so good. Do my ass and my cunny now. Suck me and kiss me and lick me like you did to Betty."
Her well sucked breast popped out of his mouth, then her lithe body turned and her smooth young bottom was under his face, jerking up and down in anticipation.
Gripping her, he gave her cheeks a thorough kissing and licking, then went to work in her crack with his tongue. Her little pink, puckered anus seemed to wink at him as she came up on her knees and he sent his tongue into her crack to visit it, making her squeal with delight.
After a little while, he made her squeal some more as he turned her over and pressed his face into her warm crotch. Not content with just kissing as he had done to Betty, he sucked her tender young cunt with delightful greed and made her moan with lust.
"Ooh ... Oh," she sighed and gasped, "He's got his tongue right up my cunt. Oh Betty, he's licking in my cunt."
As Clark went on lapping her, words poured from her until they turned into groans, cries and gasps as his licking tongue triggered an orgasm for her. She filled the room with her cries and her young, naked body jerked madly all over the couch."
"I don't think that's quite what I had in mind when I told you kids to go ahead and play," Marie said as she and Colin sat up on the couch.
"You're right, my dear. I think they really did go too far. What do you suppose we should do about it?"
"Let's discuss it. Cunt lapping and arsehole tonguing without permission are pretty serious offences. I'm afraid they'll have to be punished."
"Yes, I have to admit you're right dear. Now let's see, how should they be punished. Have you any ideas?"
"Nooooo, not really. I don't know very much about punishment. I wonder."
"What?" Colin asked, going along with her in her teasing game.
"Well, there are some children who are spanked when they are naughty."
"You mean spanked right on the bare ass?" Colin asked in pretended surprise.
"Yes, at least I think that's how it's done. Do you know how to spank a bare ass, dear?"
"No, but I've seen pictures of it and I think we could do it. As I recall, one takes the culprit over one's lap, then slaps the ass cheeks with the open hand. Does that sound logical to you?"
"It really does, darling. I'm quite sure that's all there is to spanking. What say we give it a try?"
"I'm all in favor. As I see it, all three were involved about equally, so all three bums should get a dose of spanking."
"Agreed, darling. What say I spank Clark while you look after the girls?"
"Fine idea, my dear. Let me see, Debbie had a come, so I think she'll get her ass spanked first."
"Oh Daddy, please don't spank me too hard," the younger daughter begged, her hands on her buttocks as though to protect them from the promised spanking.
"There now, baby, you know Daddy loves you and wouldn't be cruel to you. Come lie over my lap and I'll just give you a nice little ass smacking. You have such a pretty little ass, I'm dying to feel it under my hand. Come baby, bring me your little ass."
Looking very sad, the girl went to her father. He sat on the edge of the couch and held her between his knees as he played with her buttocks and pushed a hand into her warm, moist crack.
"Your brother must have given you quite a good licking," he told her. "Your crack is still juicy. Perhaps if I spank hard enough to make your cheeks hot, we can make steam come out of your crack. Do you think so, dear?" he asked as he squeezed both cheeks and felt the firmness of her young flesh and the silken texture of her skin.
"Oh Daddy, no, please don't spank hard."
"Come, baby, he over Daddy's lap. Your pretty little body may make my cock hard again. Who knows?"
On the verge of tears, Debbie moved to his side and he helped her into position lying across strong, hairy thighs.
"Come, Clark," Marie said as she sat on an armless chair near the couch. "You'll sit on my lap while we watch Daddy spanking Debbie, then I'll give you yours. Mmmmmm, that feels nice," she said with a sigh as Clark hurried to her and eagerly sat on her thighs, thrilling to the contact of silken skin and nylon stockings.
They watched as Colin played with his daughter's bottom for a little while, then he began to give her a spanking. He slapped very lightly, Marie noted, still it was enough to turn the girl's skin a warm pink and to make her cry and kick her little legs, much to the delight of the other three who seemed to enjoy their roles as much as Colin was enjoying his.
But while it was only a relatively light spanking, it proved to be a lengthy one and when he finally came to a halt and began fondling the warm cheeks, they had a rosy glow to them, the glow of a well spanked bottom.
"Go ahead, dear," he called to his wife. "Let him have his medicine and I'll play with this pretty little ass while I watch."
With only a trace of reluctance, the boy got off his mother's lap, then returned to it, his bare bottom turned up nicely. It came as no surprise to Marie that he was trying to be brave, but she was determined that she would not stop spanking him until he was crying like a baby.
She spanked a little harder than her husband had spanked Debbie, reasoning that he was older and also a boy, who should be able to take it better. He let out a little yelp with the first smack, then fought back the others as he listened to the sounds of his buttocks being smacked and heard his mother's labored breathing.
But more than the sense of hearing was involved as she spanked him. The sense of feel came very much into play, little tongues of fire spreading all over his tossing behind;
Clark held out for as long as he could, then he began to cry. Once he started, he stopped fighting completely and was soon crying lustily.
"That's better, dear," ... SLAP ... his mother told him. "That's what I ... SLAP ... like to hear ... SLAP ... when I'm spanking you ... SLAP ... SLAP ... There ... there ... there ... ooh, this is nice ... SLAP ... I'm going to ... SLAP ... spank you often ... SLAP ... SLAP I never knew ... SLAP ... spanking could ... SLAP ... SLAP ... be so much fun ... SLAP ... Now I know ... SLAP ... why your dad ... SLAP...-likes to spank me ... SLAP ... slap ... slap ... slap."
She went on commenting and spanking until his behind was a deeper shade of red than Debbie's had been, then, with a sigh of regret, she stopped the spanking and began playing with his buttocks while he squirmed across her thighs and cried softly.
"I think that should do, darling," Marie told her husband. "Would you care to look after Betty's ass now or should I call Father Trudeau and ask him to do it for you. I'm sure he'd be pleased to take care of it."
"Fuck him," Colin replied as he beckoned to his daughter. "I've dreamed about that beautiful ass too long. Now I'm going to make my dreams come true, in living color."
Betty actually hurried to her father, then she stopped in front of him, spread her feet wide apart and putting a hand in her crotch, rubbed it on her warm, aroused vulva, feeling the lips seeming to tingle, forgetting about the dull ache she felt inside.
"For a girl who is about to get her ass spanked, you don't look very afraid," Colin observed aloud.
"All of a sudden, I'm not afraid, Daddy. It just happened, I want you to spank my bare ass and make me cry. Oh Daddy, I'm suddenly so horny I can't stand it."
"Well then, baby, come to Daddy and I'll see what I can do about it. First, let me put my hand where yours is and see how hot your pretty little pussy is."
She moved closer to him and he put a hand in her crotch, finding it soft and warm and terribly exciting. His other hand went around her to play with her lovely buttocks, then, after a couple of minutes, he told her to lie over his lap.
"Oh Daddy," she sobbed as her lush body rubbed on his thighs, "really give it to me. I can take it. I want it for real, Daddy. Give it to me like you do to Mummy."
Amazement and delight shone in his eyes as Colin looked up at his wife and they exchanged smiles, then he fondled her nether cheeks, probed her warm crack, then raised his right hand and commenced the spanking.
To test her, Colin gave her a hard spank on each cheek, hard enough so that his hand painted a crimson blotch on each creamy white round. She gave a little cry with each slap, but when he paused she rubbed her warm body across his thighs as though impatient.
"Don't stop, Daddy," she panted, wriggling her bottom as much as she could. "Give it to me and make it sting."
SLAP ... his hand came down hard on her right cheek and she gave another little cry. SLAP ... it struck the other cheek and she cried out again. SLAP ... SLAP.
"Oh Daddy ... SLAP ... my ass ... SLAP ... my ass ... you're making it hot ... SLAP ... oh Daddy darling ... SLAP ... SLAP ... beat me..." SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP...
Her cheeks colored quickly and she cried loudly, her beautiful legs kicking as her father spanked on, delighting in the discovery that something in the genes had given her the same capacity for masochism he had found in her beautiful mother, more than seventeen years before. He gave an involuntary shudder as he realized that but for the accident of Marie's having learned of her seduction by the priest, he may never have discovered her latent masochism.
He spanked on after she stopped urging him to and concentrated all her energy on crying, squirming over his thighs and kicking her legs, her lush white breasts swaying with the motions of her naked body.
His hand stopped slapping at last, but for a while, the girl went on crying as loudly as she had during the spanking. While she did, he rubbed both red hills and savored the warmth of her silken skin.
Colin hadn't intended fucking his daughter that night, but that resolve passed early in the spanking and as she lay crying, his penis throbbed in stiff erection under her.
When her crying softened, Colin helped her to her feet and led her to the wide couch he had shared earlier with his wife. She would have lain on it and opened her legs for him, but he had other ideas.
Instead, he lay on his back, then Marie hurried to help. She guided her daughter into position so that she knelt astride her father's face, looking down at it between her jutting breasts. She felt his hands take a firm grip of her buttocks, then they were rubbing hotly, adding to the delight of the wildly dancing tingles she felt there.
"Now, baby, down," her mother whispered. "Deliver your hot little cunt right to his mouth and he'll suck. Feed it to him, darling and get the lapping of your life. That's the way ... oh Jesus, yes," she panted. "There ... ooohhhhhh."
Over her groan of passion, Marie heard the much louder cry which emitted from her daughter as her hot, sensitive cunt made contact with her father's mouth and he began sucking.
"Oh Christ, what a sight," Marie groaned as she stared intently while her husband fondled Betty's red buttocks while greedily sucking and licking in her crotch.
"It sure is," she heard her son pant, then he was close behind her, pressed against her, his hard cock twitching, his hands fondling her big breasts.
"Oh Mummy, Mummy," he whispered, "Let me fuck you please. I want to ... I've got to fuck you up your cunt."
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted and taking one of his hands from her breasts, she guided it to her hot crotch.
Panting as loudly as his mother, Clark pushed the hand into her crotch and began rubbing.
"Stick a finger in, Clark," she whispered. "Find my clit and work it."
"I ... don't know where it is," he told her.
Returning her hand to her crotch, she took one of his fingers and put the tip between her cunt lips. He let her have her way and then he felt the hard little bud and the strong jerk her body gave, told him that was what she wanted, that it was her clit, whatever that was. He went on stroking it as her smooth ass rubbed back against him.
Because of their relative height, his penis pushed under her buttocks and responded hotly to the rubbing of her body and thighs while he went on fingering her clitoris and rubbing one breast with his other hand.
While the two hands and the throbbing tool of her son drove her wild with passion, Marie stared at the sight of her daughter riding her husband's face while he lapped her cunt and rubbed her red bottom.
"She's coming," Marie panted while her son went on fingering her passion bud. "Look at that sweet red ass jerking, look at her rubbing his face."
Marie was speaking to no one in particular, but it was an accurate description of what was happening. The man panted and his groans were muffled as the warm, wet crotch of the climaxing girl massaged his face and made it sticky and warm. As her climax passed, Betty continued to rub her crotch slowly over her father's face, shifting her position until she captured his nose between the wet lips of her cunt. When she did, she stopped rubbing and pressed firmly down on him while his fingers dug into her tingling buttocks and he held her as though he would never let her go.
"Oh Jesus, I'm going to come," Marie panted and the boy felt her body tense, her silken thighs capturing his stiff penis.
With a cry of lust, she pulled his hand out of her crotch and he wrapped both arms around her, his body jerking in simulation of sexual intercourse. But instead of sexual intercourse, it turned out to be femoral intercourse as he lost all control and while his arms held his climaxing mother around the waist and belly, his rubbing tool exploded and he shot his charge between her thighs. It was wildly exciting for the boy while it was happening, but then came the realization that in doing so, he had lost his chance to get his stiff tool into his mother's cunt and fuck her as he had so wanted to do.
"Have a little accident, Clark?" his father asked teasingly as Betty dismounted his face and he sat up.
"I ... I couldn't hold it back," the boy replied, guiltily as his mother moved away and examined her very sticky thighs, smiling.
"Don't worry, darling," she told him. "I've seen the same thing happen to your father when he didn't intend it. I recall one time he was rubbing his cock between my tits when he lost control and went off all over my face and throat. I've even made him go off in his pants a few times, including one night at a movie."
"Well I'm going to go off again," Colin called from the couch, "but this time it isn't going to be in my pants."
"Oh Daddy," Betty asked, eagerly, "is it going to be in my cunt?"
"Do you want it to be?" he asked.
"Oh yes. God, that spanking was too much. It drove me right out of my mind."
"You mean you enjoyed it that much?" her brother asked as though in disbelief.
"More than that, more than I can describe. What a thrill I've been missing all these years."
"I'm so happy for you, dear," Marie said as she came to the couch. "I should warn you though, it could be painful if your father fucks you tonight."
"I don't care. I think I want it to hurt. That's the kind of mood I'm in right now. Hurry, Daddy darling, fuck me while my ass is still tingling. Warm it up just a little more and then give it to me. Fuck me, Daddy."
"Do you want me to ride your ass the way I did to your mother, or do you want me to lie on your belly?" he asked his daughter.
"Ride my ass. That sounds more exciting. Really make my cheeks tingle first," she panted as she lay on her tummy on the couch, her warm, pink behind slowly jerking up and down in anticipation.
"Let me, darling," Marie whispered to her husband as she sat on the couch beside her daughter.
"We'll each take a cheek," her husband replied as his hand claimed his daughter's right buttock, leaving the other silken globe for his wife who seemed quite content with the arrangement.
"You first," he said and Marie gave her daughter a spank. A second later, Colin slapped the other cheek and Betty began to cry. Husband and wife picked up a steady rhythm as each hand fell at regular intervals so that it sounded like a normal spanking being administered by one person.
When Betty was crying loudly and her nether cheeks were glowing a fiery red again, the man stopped spanking and his wife followed suit.
Still crying loudly, Betty scrambled to her hands and knees on the couch and posed eagerly, her lovely behind beautifully arched and ready to be ridden.
Getting behind her, Colin knelt up, his penis in his right hand and stared at the beauty of his red bottomed daughter. The sight so aroused him that he gave her another stinging spank on each cheek, then gripped his weapon again and pushed it under the rosy rounds.
The others moved closer to view the fucking and Clark particularly noted the way his sister's lovely breasts dangled fully and swayed excitingly. A hand reached for one and he fondled it lovingly. As he did, he twisted a little so that he could play with the firm breast and at the same time, see his father's big tool poking between the white thighs of the kneeling beauty.
He watched intently as his father guided his prick to the waiting slit in his daughter's crotch, then with a little groan of lust, the man pushed the head inside.
"Wow!" Clark gasped in awe, "Look how his big cock stretches her little pink cunt."
"Ooh, it feels good, Daddy, it's soooo good," Betty sighed. "Please don't take your prick out of my cunt."
"Have no fear, baby," her father told her as he let her have a little more of his tool. "It feels damn good to me too. There's no way I'm going to take my cock out until I've fucked you and filled your belly with cream."
Gripping the young beauty by the hips, Colin fed it to her in a series of slow jabs which pushed the strong, long shaft into her about an inch at a time and kept her groaning and sighing as she told him how good it felt as the big instrument stretched and delighted her.
And then it was all the way in, Clark saw and warm, red cheeks were being rubbed and pressed by the belly of the man who issued sighs and groans of his own.
"Does it hurt, darling?" Colin asked as he kept her tingling behind pulled tightly against him.
"Oh no, Daddy, no. It feels so good. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me."
Colin had intended to make it a slow, delicious fucking for both of them, but he went out of control as his penis throbbed in the hot tightness of her cunt and he rode her red ass like a wild animal.
Despite his ferocity which brought him off much sooner than he wanted, he triggered an orgasm for the girl and while she was still panting through it, his hands pulled her back against him and he pumped rich, warm semen deeply into her receptive young body.
CHAPTER VI
"Lord, what a session that turned out to be," Marie said, tiredly as she and her husband fell onto their bed that evening.
"It sure as hell was," Colin agreed, "and just think, it's only the beginning."
"Poor Clark," she said with a little laugh, "he was so upset about going off between my thighs."
"No wonder he went off. That's a mighty fine pair of thighs you have, woman. You should have seen the look on his face, pure ecstasy while he hung on and humped like a puppy."
"You looked pretty ecstatic yourself when you were riding Betty's beautiful ass. It must have been such a treat to be in that tight little cunt of hers."
"Darling," he said with concern, "You weren't upset or jealous or anything, were you?"
"Lord no, dear and I don't intend to be. All it would take is a little bit of jealousy on anyone's part to spoil this beautiful new relationship. By the way, have you had any time to think about your revenge, or should we just forget about it. After all, he did do us quite a favor."
"He did indeed, but no I don't intend to let the matter drop. As a matter-of-fact, my thoughts are beginning to take form."
"Oh please, dear, tell me."
"Well, how would you like to have a priest groveling at your feet, licking your cunt and arsehole? How would you like to give him a strapping with a leather belt? There's no limit as to what we could force him to submit to. Perhaps you could squat over him and piss in his face. You could even shit on him if you wished. He would be trapped, he'd have to submit to anything."
"Up to the part about shitting on him, it all sounds wonderful. God, what a thrill that could be. Here, Father," she fantasized aloud, "Hold the cheeks of my ass apart and lick my arsehole. When you've done it enough, I'm going to squat over you and piss on your face. I'll make you open your mouth and drink my hot piss, Father."
"I take it you are interested then, darling," Colin said with a grin.
"Interested? For a moment there, I thought I would come. Oh yes, darling, you must set it up. You must."
"You haven't heard the whole thing yet, dear," he told her, a look of excitement on his face.
"Ooh, if there's more, I want to hear about it."
"When I was a kid, I'd sometimes look at a nun in that long, black habit and wonder what she would look like if she pulled her habit up or took it off. If the sun never shines on her body, it must be pure white. When I'd think about it, I'd get so worked up that I'd jerk off. I "promised myself that someday, I'd get to strip a nun bare naked and feel her up."
"Was that all you wanted to do?" Marie asked.
"Well, I didn't know much about sex in those days, that was before I fucked."
"And now the thought is returning, I take it?"
"It sure as hell is. If I could swing it, would you mind?"
"Of course not, darling, especially if I were on hand to watch it all."
"You would be, darling. It would be right here in our house. We could even think about letting the kids in on the fun."
"It sounds wonderful, darling," she told him, "but how in the world could you ever force a nun into it. I can see Father Trudeau submitting for fear of going to jail and having his career destroyed, but I don't see any way of getting a nun."
"I do," Colin told her with a teasing grin.
"You do? Tell me, darling." She had been sleepy when she came to bed, but that passed as sexual arousal flared hotly again.
"Look, when I face Father Trudeau with this, he's going to shit his pants."
"What if he tries to bluff it out? You know, he could just swear it never happened."
"Could he? What was that Betty told you about the mole on his left hip? How could she have seen that if he hadn't been naked?"
"That is true," Marie agreed.
"Damn right. Also, I'm going to tell him we have a doctor's statement that she had intercourse this afternoon and that it had ruptured her hymen."
"Of course, darling. That would have to knock all the fight out of him. Go on."
"Well, I'd let him see the spot he was in, make him know we have the evidence for a rape conviction, then let him stew for a while. After that, I'd hit him with it, hard. I'd tell him he not only must come to our house and submit to punishment, but that he must bring a nun with him to be our sexual plaything."
"But darling, no matter how desperate he may be, could he do it? Could he gain access to a nun? Why should any nun go along with it?"
"Look, as I see it, he's going to be so desperate, that either he'll kill himself, or he'll do what I demand."
"But how, darling? He can't just walk up to a nun and make her do that, surely."
"I don't know how these things work, but I have a hunch it will. Think of the publicity it would be for the church if he were tried and convicted of raping a sixteen-year-old virgin right in church, after he had heard her confession."
"God, imagine it. People would leave the church in droves."
"Right and people who don't go to church don't pay any money to the church. That's where it would really hurt. As I see it, if he had to, he could go to the bishop with his problem."
"But would he dare admit such a thing to the bishop?" Marie wondered.
"It would beat going to jail. They'd hush it up, probably ship him to another parish to get him off the scene."
"And you think the bishop could order a nun to do what you want?"
"That's my hunch."
"But aren't all nuns virgins? I mean, could she remain a nun if she let you fuck her?"
"As I see it, I don't believe all those stories you hear about sex in convents, but I'll bet there is a lot of it. You'll never make me believe that there isn't some cunt lapping and some fucking going on. I think a bishop could come up with a nun if he were up against the wall."
"Oh darling, how imaginative you are. If anyone else ever tried such a thing, I say it wouldn't work. Hearing it the way you put it, I really believe you can pull it off."
"That's my baby, darling. Speaking of pulling things off, look what happened to old John Henry," he told her, turning over to show a stiff erection.
"How yummy. Do you really want me to pull you off? I would of course, but it would seem like a waste of a beautiful hard-on."
"I'm with you. Let's just play a while and see what happens."
"What a lovely idea," Marie sighed as her hand closed around the shaft of his stiff tool while his hands went around her to find her smooth buttocks.
They allowed the pace of their playing to grow gradually until both were writhing with desire just as fierce as it had been earlier, with the children.
"Oh darling," Marie sighed, "I'm so ready for it. Anyway you want it, lover. Are you ready too?"
"I sure am, angel. How about a ass shot? It's been a long time since I've stretched your pretty little ass-hole."
"You will grease me, won't you, darling?"
"Of course," he told her as he pushed a long finger up the tight hole between her buttocks. "It's going to seem strange, ass fucking you with your ass cheeks so cool," he added.
"That's just what I was thinking," she said with a little giggle. "Still, if you did spank me, we'd wake the kids and they'd keep us up half the night."
"I'm afraid you're right, Marie. As much as I'd love to warm your ass, we'd better skip it this time. I'll go get the Vaseline."
Marie watched as he hurried out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was gone a bit longer than she expected and when he returned with the jar he was grinning.
"What have you been up to?" she asked with a grin of her own.
"I peeped into Betty's room. The horny little minx is lying nude on her bed and sleeping with a hand in her crotch."
"How sweet. Perhaps the little dear is enjoying nice dreams about your spanking hand and your lovely big cock."
"I hope so," Colin said as he opened the jar of lubricant and greased the head of his member. While he did, Marie got up and knelt on all fours on the bed, her heavy breasts swaying as she wriggled her bottom.
She sighed when his finger went to her anus to apply a bit more lubricant, knowing he would get in easily, stretching her without hurting. It had been a long time since he had buggered her and she sensed she was going to enjoy it more than usually when he gave it to her.
"Want a come first?" he asked as he knelt close behind her arched behind.
"Perhaps when you're in me, darling. Your magic finger should be just the thing for me."
"Here we go then," he whispered as he guided the head of his prick between her buttocks, touched her pink anal ring and teased her by leaving it there for more than a minute.
"Oh, you teasing devil," she groaned and in response, he jabbed quickly and pushed the head of his tool inside.
"Oh God," she panted, "you gave it to me so fast, like a dog, the way you jabbed it into me."
"Has a dog ever jabbed his cock up your butt?"
"No, but I've watched them fucking. I love watching the way a dog shoots cock up a bitch's cunt."
"I'll be your dog now, darling," he told her as he fed her more of his shaft. "Take it, you sweet bitch."
Forgetting his promise to finger her clit, he felt her bottom against his belly as he buried his bone to the hilt, then he was riding her roughly, giving it to her the way a dog would, a very big dog.
While he rode her behind, thoughts began to form in his mind, thoughts about a big dog, an Alsatian or a great Dane, a dog trained to fuck and perhaps, to ass fuck males as well as females.
He gave her behind a magnificently rough ride, then, stimulated by his thoughts as well as the act he was performing, he went off with surprising strength as he ground against her naked behind.
Later, remembering that she had not climaxed, he worked a hand into her crotch, found her clitoris and quickly went to work on it. He had been fingering it for just a few minutes when she climaxed. After that, they were both ready for sleep, at last.
CHAPTER VII
"You're what?" Marie gasped as she and her husband sat naked in the kitchen sipping coffee the following morning, the children still sleeping off the effects of their orgy.
"I said I'm going to church this morning. What do you find so shocking about that?"
"Did you mean you're going to mass?"
"Hell no. I'm going to get there just when the eleven o'clock mass ends. After all, if you want to talk to a priest, that should be the time and the place for it."
"Oh darling, I wish I felt as confident about it as I did last night," Marie told him.
"I feel every bit as confident. I'm going to get me a nun to play with and fuck and you're going to have a priest to beat and to piss on. You can count on it."
"Oh darling, time is going to drag while you're gone. I'll be dying to find out how he reacts."
"I'll give you something to think about while I'm gone," Colin told his wife.
"What is it, darling?"
"Remember last night, while I was working my cock up your ass?"
"Mmmmm, I sure do," she replied with a dreamy sigh.
"No, I don't mean just that. I mean do you recall what we were talking about?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Remember you told me you loved to watch dogs when they fuck?"
"Well, while I was fucking your ass, I had some very interesting thoughts. They're going right on this morning."
"What a man. Here you are on the verge of trying to blackmail a priest into getting you a nun to fuck and you're thinking about dogs instead of working on your plan."
"My plan doesn't need any working on. It's ready. You know, we have a big house and a big piece of property here. It would be a lovely place for a dog to run, a big dog, a big dog with a long cock."
"Darling, do you really mean it?" she gasped. "I mean do you mean what I think you mean?"
"That was a rather mean question, wouldn't you say?"
"Don't tease, darling, tell me what you have in mind."
"Well, as I see it, Clark and I will do our best, but with three females to service, our cocks are going to get pretty weary. Now if we had another cock around, it would be a help."
"My God, a dog cock?"
"That's right. You get pretty horny when you watch a dog shooting cock up a bitch, don't you?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure..." she let her words trail off.
"Have you ever heard or read about a woman getting fucked by a dog?"
"Yes. I remember when I was in high school, a girl loaned me one of those typed stories that use to go the rounds. It was called the confessions of a Southern lady and her dog."
"The dog fucked her?"
"Yes. She had just come out of the tub and heard a siren. She went to the window and knelt to peek out under the blind. Before she knew what was happening, her dog, a great Dane, mounted her and rammed her cock up her cunt."
"Did she enjoy getting fucked by a dog?"
"Oh yes. There was a great description of it. She told about how she had the dog fuck her every time he could get a hard-on, then told of how her young niece came to visit her and how the dog fucked her too."
"I'll bet it got you pretty horny. Did it make you wonder what it would be like to get fucked by a big dog?"
"Yes. Christ, I must have fingered myself to a dozen comes before I went to sleep that night. Even talking about it makes me horny."
"Then you can think of it while I'm gone, dear. Perhaps this afternoon, after we've played for a while, we'll take a drive out in the country and see if we can find a nice dog. I'm afraid we'll have to start with a puppy, I wouldn't want to risk it with an older dog."
"Oh, darling, my mind tells me I should be horrified at the thought of letting a dog fuck me, but my cunt has taken over and my mind can't get to me."
"Think about it while I'm gone," he told her and reached to fondle her buttocks as she poured more coffee for them. He saw her hand trembling as she put the percolator down.
"Mind you, dear," he went on, "I'd want to train him to ass fuck as well as to fuck. Perhaps the best way would be to teach him ass fucking first, before he discovers what a treat cunts are."
"Who would be the volunteer?"
"I would. Hell, it's my idea so it may as well be my ass-hole for, the experiment."
"Darling, you have to be the horniest, most imaginative bastard I've ever known."
"Is that a complaint?"
"Mmmmm, no, lover. That was anything but a complaint. I don't know how I was lucky enough to get a man like you. I'm not going to complain about anything. Imagine a man and wife being so in love and so excited after seventeen years."
"I guess we've been lucky, but we've dared to try a lot of things to keep our love fresh and vital. That has to be the secret."
"I'm sure you're right, darling. Do you feel in the mood to have it right here in the kitchen?"
"Very much so, but I'm not going to. I want to have a stiff cock when I have my confrontation with Father Trudeau. I want to really enjoy it. Christ, how I'm going to make him sweat."
Their conversation was interrupted when Betty came into the kitchen. She was wearing a nightie, but its sheerness showed the outline of her lovely young body, a delightful sight, her parents agreed as they watched her pour coffee for herself as they exchanged greetings.
"I like the way you two are dressed," she told her parents. "Are we going to have fun and games before breakfast?"
"I wish we were, dear," her mother replied, "but your father says no. He has something important to look after. Still, I think we'll have a pretty interesting afternoon and evening."
Later, after Colin had gone to the church for his confrontation with the priest, Betty hinted that she was still in the mood to play.
"Save it for later, dear," her mother told her, patting her on the bottom, "it will be more fun."
Making one last try, the girl pulled the hem of her nightie above her hips and wriggled her lush bottom at her mother.
"If you want to pat my ass," Betty told her, "it should be easier this way."
"Is that so?" Marie asked, moving to stand beside the girl.
Holding her daughter around the middle with her left hand, she patted her buttocks lightly, then let her have one very hard spank on each cheek, smacks which stung enough to bring little cries from her.
"Now go get ready for breakfast," her mother told her with a grin and with a little sigh, she left the room.
When Marie thought it was about time for her husband to return, she checked her watch and saw he had been gone only fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she decided to kill time with a warm bath.
She ran the tub, added fragrant oil to it, then got into it and felt the perfumed water caressing her body. Her mind turned to the dog her husband had mentioned and she wondered how it would feel to be mounted by a big dog, feel his forearms wrapped around her and his strong tool pistoning in her cunt.
Her mind went back to the story she had read in her childhood and she tried to recall all the details of it. In the beginning she'd had mixed feelings about being screwed by a dog, but as the erotic thoughts persisted and developed, all doubt passed and she wanted it to happen to her.
As she soaped her breasts, Marie recalled the scene where the woman had watched, naked, while the big dog mounted her fifteen year-old niece and rammed his big tool up her little slit.
She thought of herself in that role as their own dog mounted Betty or Debbie. The girl would be kneeling naked, the dog would approach her and get his snout into her crotch to find the odor of sex, then the red meat of his tool would shoot out, he would lick in her crotch as she knelt trembling with excitement, then he would mount her, his strong hind legs braced for the attack.
In her imagination, she saw the animal's hard prick jabbing at the girl's thighs and under her behind, then it found the slit in her crotch and half the length was rammed into her with one jab, causing the girl to gasp.
"It's all right, dear," she comforted as the fantasy became more and more real, "he's going to give you the whole thing now. How he jabs, darling, there, you've got it all in your cunt now. Oh Jesus, what a fucking he's giving you. Oh how he rides your lovely bare ass, my dear."
Marie felt a strange sensation and realized that, while she had been enjoying the fantasy, she had been playing with her breasts. Both the nipples were hard and elongated She rubbed a little longer, her hands slipping easily, excitingly over the lather lubricated surfaces, then she uttered a little groan, took one hand away and sent it into her crotch.
The very first time Marie masturbated, it had been in the bath tub and she often did if there, as often as nudity and warm water combined to arouse her and bring her to the point of no return, the point where she was able to relax only after a hand moved under the water, a finger found her clitoris and massaged it in what she called an underwater finger fuck.
She was surprised at how quickly orgasm came, then she heard the car in the driveway, heard the door slam, then Colin was in the house and calling to her.
"Mmmmm, what a sight you are, darling, the way those luscious tits seem to float on the surface," Colin told her. "From the look of your nipples, I'd say you have been a naughty girl."
"Tell me, darling, tell me how you made out."
"He's shitting his pants still, dear. It was like kicking him in the guts. He tried to bluff, then he collapsed and I really made him squirm."
"Did he agree to your terms?"
"For himself, yes, right away. He claimed it would be impossible to get a nun, but I just laughed and told him it would be impossible for him to stay out of jail if he didn't produce one."
"Where did you leave the matter?"
"That I was going to the police Thursday morning. It's up to him to be here with a nun before then."
CHAPTER VIII
Over lunch, Colin and Marie told the children of their plan which involved a priest and a nun.
"A real nun?" Clark asked in amazement.
"A very real one with a long black habit and white skin," his father told him. "Ever want to pull a nun's habit up and have a look at her?"
"I guess I've kind of wondered what she'd look like. You know, like if I could crawl under her robes and look up at her."
"I'm afraid it would be too dark to see anything up there. We'll make her open the front and spill her tits out, then pull her habit up and show us her white body and thighs, her cunt, her ass, everything, then we'll have a real ball with her. Do you want to get your cock into a nun, Clark?"
"Do I ever. I hope she's pretty."
"She will be," Colin assured him. It's part of the deal that she has to be young and shapely. I'm also going to have her go down on your mother and lap her cunt. What about your girls, would you care to have a nun dive you and make you come with her tongue?"
"Ooh yes," Betty told him. "While she's lapping my cunt, I'll remember all the times the damn nuns strapped me in school and gave me a hard time generally."
"That's the spirit, my girl. I daresay you'll also want to take a leather belt and get in a few licks on Father Trudeau's bare butt."
"Is that what we're going to do? Boy, will I fix him for what he did to me."
"Right. You and mother can work him over. We've got a lot of things in mind. Clark and I are going to spank the nun and do whatever we want with her. After I get my cock nice and juicy in her cunt, I may turn her over and give her a shot of prick up the ass-hole."
By the time the meal was finished, they were all so aroused that they decided to leave the dishes and go to the recreation room. There, at Colin's suggestion, the females peeled down to bras and panties while he and Clark stripped naked and showed stiff erections.
Taking his wife onto a couch, Colin began playing with her, leaving Clark to amuse himself and his two sisters. The arrangement didn't bother the boy at all and when he saw his father taking Marie's bra off to get at her luscious breasts, he did the same to both his sisters. He would have preferred to concentrate on Betty's lovely big breasts, but he knew Debbie would be hurt, so he tried to give them equal time, using one hand on each and taking turns with his mouth.
When his hands moved into their crotches, he was pleased to find the nylon very warm where it snugged against their little pussies and he stroked it gently, making the girls squirm and sigh.
"Take their panties off, Clark," his father called from the other couch. "We're going to have lessons in cunt lapping to get things started."
As he spoke, he dragged Marie's panties down her legs and tossed them away, then sent a hand into her warm, always exciting crotch to fondle her.
"Gather around kids." Colin told them and they hurried to the couch. "I'm going to dive Marie and it will be a classic job. I want you to watch how I kiss and lick her inner thighs first. I'll move my tongue all around her cunt without quite touching it until I have her squirming."
"You mean like teasing her?" Clark asked.
"That's right. A woman-likes it that way. She can really squirm and beg for it if you keep it up long enough."
"He's right, dears, " Marie told her children. "It can be torture at times, when he teases me too long, but oh my God, what delicious torture it is."
"When you really have her begging for it," he went on, "you put your mouth right on her cunt and give it a long kiss, then a slow lick, from bottom to top. After that, a couple more licks, then you start sucking her cunt. You give it a good sucking and keep her ass squirming, then you get your tongue in and lick all around. Only after all that do you get your tongue on her clit and begin licking it. If you've done your job right, it should only take a couple of minutes of licking to trigger a come."
"It sounds complicated but exciting," Clark commented.
"Watch how I do it and you'll see that all it is fun, not complicated at all."
Sighing, Marie bent her knees up, opened her crotch wide and her husband went down on her. He did it just the way he had told them he would and his teasing tongue soon had Marie squirming hotly on the couch and begging for him to get his mouth on her cunt.
He made her wait for it, driving her wild as she begged for it, then they heard her groan of delight as his mouth pressed onto the soft lips in her crotch. While he worked on her, Marie described each step. Her voice broke often, especially once his tongue came into play, but she managed to keep up a running commentary.
The last thing she was able to tell them was that Colin's tongue was licking her clit and that she was on the verge of orgasm. The rest of her message was a series of grunts, sighs and wails as her behind jerked up off the bed and her back arched in passion while her smooth thighs rubbed together until the erotic storm had passed.
"There now," Colin said as he sat up and licked his lips, "we'll have some exams now to see what you learned from watching. Clark, take Betty to the other couch and I'll take Debbie."
Delighted that he had been given the bigger girl as his partner, Clark hurried to the couch with her and she lay across it. A few seconds later, her young sister was lying beside her, both their crotches open wide, their nylon sheated knees bent up.
Their naked bottoms rested on the edge of the couch and Clark and his father dropped to their knees on the floor. The position, Clark saw, was just perfect and he was soon kissing and licking her thighs, starting just above the topes of her nylons, while Colin did the same to the younger girl. The sisters soon filled the room with the sounds of their warm sighing and little mewing cries as tongues moved teasingly closer to their little cunts.
As his face moved farther into Betty's warm crotch, Clark inhaled deeply, thrilling to the suggestion of an excitingly musky perfume he found there. The tip of his tongue licked slow, wet circles around his sister's cunt, never quite touching it, making her gasp and causing her body to jerk.
"You're doing beautifully, darling," his mother told him and rubbed the back of his head. "Hear how she begs for it. Tease her a little longer."
Clark teased his sister and himself, for about one minute more, than a gasp broke from her throat as she felt his mouth on her vulva. He began by kissing and licking as his father had told him, then he was sucking greedily, wetly, his hands rubbing her smooth hips and belly. When his tongue finally moved to her clitoris, he heard his sister pant that she was almost there and it was not long before she completed the trip, pushing his face roughly from her as the climax tore through her with fierce intensity, her clitoris too raw to tolerate even one more lick.
A little later, Debbie was howling in orgasm and her father sat back on his haunches, watching the pretty nude squirming in ecstasy. As he stared, Colin thought of how lucky she was to have such a life at thirteen, how lucky they all were in their wonderful new life which promised so much more. If the girls decided to stay home forever and become old maids, he thought, they wouldn't be the classic, sex starved type by any means.
After they had rested, Clark sat on the couch with his mother and watched as Colin taught Betty and Debbie how to lock their bodies together and perform mutual cunnilingus.
As they squirmed together on the thick carpet, their cries and sighs muffled by warm crotches, the girls made it clear that they loved the game. Even though it was their first time, they performed with delightful skill and obvious zest. Once again it was Betty who came first, but her young sister finished a close and exciting second. When they unlocked and sat up, both looked starry eyed and their smiling faces shone wetly.
"Well Clark," his father said, smiling, "would you care to give your mother the fucking she didn't quite get yesterday?"
"I sure would," the boy assured him and felt his pecker twitch in anticipation.
"Well, just to make sure she's properly lubricated, you'd better go down on her again. Make her nice and wet so her cunt will be slippery for your dick."
Neither Clark now his mother needed any urging and she was soon lying across the couch again while the boy knelt and paid homage to her crotch with his mouth and tongue until she was jerking and sighing in ecstasy as orgasm swept over her.
"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a nice spanking first?" Clark asked his mother, hoping the answer would be yes.
"Not this time, darling. We've decided to save the spanking for this evening so we can all sleep with warm, pink bums. Just wait until I turn, then come lie on my belly and slip your prick up my juicy cunt. You've got it so nice and wet. You're a natural cunt lapper, dear, just like your father.
Marie lay along the couch, opened her legs and the boy hurried to her. Panting, he knelt between her legs, then lowered himself onto her, trying to hold his weight on both hands so that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Don't keep your weight off me, dear," she told him. "Lie right on me. I love to feel weight while I'm getting fucked. There, that's it. Stick it in me now. Oh yes. That's it ... there ... more ... yes ... yes..." she panted. "Ah, there, it's all the way in me now. How does it feel, darling."
"Ooh, it's so good. I feel like I'm going to shoot right away."
"I don't think you will, dear, but if you do, at least your dick is in my cunt and I'll get your cream up my belly. Here, want to suck on a tit as you fuck me?" she asked and helped guide one to his mouth as he twisted a little so that he could reach the offering of satiny skin and firm flesh.
Clark began stroking, thrilling to the feel of his so sensitive penis inside the body of a woman, inside the cunt of his own mother. It felt so good that he couldn't believe it, especially when she used her vaginal muscles to grip his organ and strangle it a little.
"Oh Mummy," he panted, reverting to the childish term, "I'm gonna shoot ... I'm gonna shoot in your cunt."
"Yes baby, yes. Let it go. Shoot your cream to me and make me feel it."
She felt him tense, felt his body grind in her crotch, then she brought her legs up and wrapped them around him, holding him tightly with her arms as she felt the strong spurting and used her vaginal muscles to suck him dry and leave him as weak as a kitten, a very contented, purring kitten who lay quietly on his mother's naked body, his cheek on a cushion of breast.
CHAPTER X
The priest had informed Colin that he would be at the house with a companion at eight o'clock on Tuesday evening and minutes before the scheduled arrival, the family was waiting, trembling in hot anticipation of all that was to happen before the evening was ended.
"You don't think it could be some kind of a trap?" Marie asked as the idea occurred to her.
"Not a chance in the world, darling. Can you see him spilling his guts to the police? I can't."
Just then, the car pulled into sight and Colin went outside to open the gate so that the priest could drive into the yard and not be seen from the road. He gave the priest a cheery wave as he drove through the gate and was able to observe that while the nun was not a ravishing beauty, she looked young and pretty enough.
Closing the gate, he went to the car to open the door for the nun, giving her a smile of welcome. Her answering smile was totally forced, he saw and he was sure that, given a chance, she would spit in his eye or more-likely, cut his throat. Still, she was a nun and she was his for the evening and nothing else mattered. He was barely able to resist feeling her behind through her black habit right there in the yard as he ushered them toward the side door of the house.
Inside the house, Colin led his guests down the stairs to the basement. They looked apprehensive about that, but they followed him and he led them to the recreation room, Apprehension led to something else for the priest and the nun as they started to enter the room, then stopped in a state of shock.
Marie, Betty and Debbie wore bras, panties, garter belts and nylons, their fun costumes. Clark too wore his fun costume, nudity with an erection. He had looked forward to showing his tool to a nun and a priest as a sort of ultimate act of rejection of the old system, but at the sight of them, he felt it threaten to fall. He thought of how he would be admiring and fondling the naked body of the nun and that brought new strength surging into his cock.
"You have quite a family here," the priest said to Colin as he recovered some of his composure and walked into the room.
"You mean one of these is the innocent little virgin you fucked?" the nun asked him, shocking the family in return with her frank language.
"Yes, the older one, the beauty in the red bra and panties. Somehow, she seemed more innocent then."
"She really was, Father," Marie told the priest. "In addition to opening up her little cunt, you also opened our eyes to a lot of things. We really have a lot to thank you for."
"But thanks," Colin said quickly, "has nothing to do with why you're here this evening. You're still going to pay, our way, for taking advantage of an innocent girl and raping her."
As he spoke, Colin moved behind the nun and put both hands on the seat of her habit. There were a few layers of clothes, he guessed, but through them, he felt a well developed, firm pair of buttocks with no trace of a girdle in the way.
The nun tensed for a moment, then relaxed and he rubbed his hands up her body until he found a pair of big, firm breasts hidden away.
"She feels like a beauty all right," he announced. "Would you like to feel her up a bit, Clark? I don't think you ever got a chance to do that in school, did you?"
"I sure didn't," he said as he approached the nun who showed a trace of a smile, then, as he reached, her, he paused, as though afraid.
"Come ahead and feel me up, Junior," the nun said in a taunting tone, "It may make your little dick grow."
Clark blushed furiously and felt anger churning. Later, he vowed, when it was spanking time, he'd get even with her.
A little roughly, he reached for her breasts and began rubbing them. They felt at least as big and as firm as his mother's, he thought, perhaps even bigger. After rubbing them for a while, he reached around her to fondle her buttocks.
His penis throbbed as he felt the big cheeks, then he pulled her more closely to him and rubbed hard, his hard tool pressing against her.
"Careful you don't go off on my habit," the nun taunted again, but this time he was determined not to let her humiliate him.
"I'll go off in your face if I feel like it," he told her. "You're not running this show, we are."
"Good for you, son," Colin told him. "She was getting a little too cocky. You'll have your chance later, when you spank her big bare ass."
"Wait a minute," the nun protested, sounding much less confident as Clark tried to dig his fingers into the big, fleshy rounds, "there was nothing said about beating."
"I daresay you have been given your orders, Sister. We decide what is to be done and you obey. There is to be no torture, no cruelty. We happen to be spanking devotees and your ass will know it before you leave."
Turning to his son, Colin told him to let go of the woman.
"We're going to have a friendly little drink to help set the mood. Come along to the bar," he added and the priest and nun went with him. So did Marie and Betty.
Behind the bar, Colin poured drinks for them, then a smile showed and he looked at his son.
"Clark, since you're not drinking, you may play with Sister Margaret. Be careful you don't interfere with her drinking arm. I see no reason why you couldn't see what a nun looks like under her habit."
As the boy hurried toward her, the nun gave a little shrug and rested her elbows on the bar. He felt her bottom through the garments first, then dropped to his knees.
Catching the hem of the robes, he began to raise them slowly, then saw Debbie squatting beside him, as eager as he to watch the partial unveiling of the nun. What was happening didn't seem to bother her at all as she took the drink Colin handed her, raised it in a toast and took a sip of the strong scotch and soda. Liquor was obviously not new to her, Colin observed as she swished the drink around her mouth to savor it, then swallowed it smoothly.
Clark raised her clothes to her knees quickly and admired shapely legs in sheer black nylons. After that, he slowed down, raising them just a little at a time as he feasted his eyes on her thighs. His hand trembled as he bared the expanded tops of the black nylons and saw how suspenders held them in a caress of big white thighs. They were a little bigger than his mother's, he decided, but they looked firm and smooth and very, very white, starkly so against the black trappings of habit and nylons.
"How does our nun look so far?" his father asked from behind the bar.
"Real great, Dad. She's got sexy black nylons and suspenders. Her thighs are as white as snow."
"Hold it right where you are, I think I'll have me a look at that display of nylons and nun skin," he said and hurried around the bar to join his son. Drink in hand, he hunched down and gave a long, low whistle as his eyes feasted on the nun's thighs. Marie and Betty left their guests at the bar and moved back to join the audience as Clark held the nun's clothes up, his hands trembling a little and his penis throbbing with excitement.
"Let's see some more of those thighs, Clark," his father urged and the boy raised the black curtain higher, his heart pounding.
More of more white thighs came into view and then Clark was looking up at the lower slopes of her creamy white buttocks.
"Jesus, what a sight," he heard his father pant the words and he echoed them silently as he raised her clothes higher and then he was feasting his eyes on how black bikini panties failed to cover her big, white behind.
"I see she came dressed for a party," Marie said as they stared at her lusciously curved bottom and thighs, the white made even more so by black panties, garter belt and nylons. "She sure knows how to package that lovely white meat."
"Are you interested in eating some of that meat?" the nun asked.
"I may be. I don't suppose it would be the first time a woman has had a snack in your panties, would it?"
"No comment, but help yourself when you're ready."
"Hold your robes up, Sister," Colin told her, "my son and I want to play with you. You start, Clark," he told his son, "I want to get my clothes off and let my cock out."
The woman put her drink down and held her clothes around her waist. As Clark's hands reached for her smooth buttocks, she sighed and began to squirm a little.
"For a kid, you've got a nice touch," she told him. "You must have had some pretty good teachers."
"I have and you have a pretty good ass, in fact, it's beautiful. Holding her by the hips, he pressed his mouth firmly against her panties and exhaled warm breath into her deep crack. A hand moved around her and she moved her feet apart to open her crotch and admit it.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, "you really do know how to heat up a pair of panties. I'm sorry I upset you earlier, I'm beginning to like you."
"Will you like me when I'm spanking your bare ass?" Clark asked as both his hands rubbed over her silken body.
"I may. I've been beaten before, more than just spanked."
"Tell me how. I only want to spank you. I love to feel ass cheeks under my hand when I spank."
"You sound very experienced. I've been strapped with a leather strap, beaten with canes and switches. I've had my wrists tied above my head and stood naked to be beaten with a dog whip. That can make a spanking seem like fun."
A little groan broke from Clark's throat as he tried to picture that sight, though he didn't approve of anything as cruel as a whip which would surely cut her tender white skin, something which struck him as an act of desecration.
"Move aside, son," Colin told him as he approached, totally naked, "I'm going to get me a feel of nun ass."
Clark moved aside, his father gripped the woman's big buttocks with both hands and rubbed, then he bent his knees a little, pushed his stiff tool between her thighs and pulled her back against him. The nun was quick to respond by pressing her thighs tightly together to trap his tool in her crotch.
"You have a lot of cock, Mister," the nun told him, a smile on her face, "and it feels very strong."
"Do you think it will stretch your cunt a little?" Colin asked as he let it throb in her warm crotch while he kept her smooth bottom against his tummy.
"It will stretch it a lot."
"And how about your ass-hole?"
"You're too big for me there, but I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"
"That's right, but I'll grease you first. It won't hurt you."
"Without grease, a pole like that would split me in two. God, your wife must have a ball with you."
"We all have a ball," Marie assured her, "that's what our life here is all about. We're even happier now then when we married, seventeen years ago. There aren't many families like ours."
"I can believe that," the nun replied. "You make convent life look pretty dull."
"I thought convent life was pretty dull," Betty said.
"Don't believe everything you hear, dearie. Under these long black habits you'll find some pretty hot pussies."
"You've got a pretty hot one yourself," Colin told her. "I'll have to get my cock out of your crotch soon or you'll melt my bone and make the marrow run down your legs."
"What a waste of good drinking cream that would be," she told him as arousal gripped her more hotly.
"Then I take it you like to suck?" he asked.
"I love to suck. Sorry they didn't send you a timid little virgin who would blush and tremble and beg you for mercy."
"That would be fun too," Colin assured her, "but you don't hear me complaining, do you? I was expecting somebody terrified and trembling, but the idea of a horny nun like you is just great."
"I'm glad you're satisfied," she told him and reached into her crotch to feel the velvet head of his throbbing tool. "Mmmmmm, that's a real jaw breaker, Mister."
"You should try it with a mouth the size of mine," Debbie told her, her face beaming with pride.
"My God, you mean you suck your old man's joint?"
"Of course. Shouldn't every nice little girl suck her daddy's cock and her mummy's cunt?"
"Now that you mention it," the nun laughed, "I guess you're right."
"I think it's about time we got in on the action," Marie told her husband. "Let us feel her up a bit and then I want to get at Father Trudeau. Does that sound fair, darling?"
"Eminently, dear," Colin told her, allowed his rod to throb for another second in the nun's crotch, then, with a sigh, pulled it out and patted the seat of her panties and stepped back.
Marie hurried to the nun and pulled her panties down. She played with her buttocks and in her crotch for a little while, then gave her a few light spanks and turned her over to Betty who did the same, then Debbie went to the nun for her turn.
"Pull her panties, up, Debbie," her mother told her after she'd had her turn. "We don't want to let too much heat escape. Her cunt should be nice and hot and juicy for eating, when we all get around to it."
"You mean the whole damn family is going to eat my cunt?" the nun asked, delight obvious in her tone.
"Surely you don't think any of us would turn down the chance to eat a nun, do you?" Colin asked.
"Come on, Father," Marie said, "it's time for you to get involved in the party. Come here and I'll take your cock out. Is it hard?"
"Hard? It's damn near breaking off at the roots, it's been hard for so long," he told her as he walked to her and she saw the big bulge in his pants.
While the others watched she unzipped his fly, reached inside and with a little difficulty, took his cock out and drew the foreskin farther back.
"It's not as big as my husband's, but it is nice and hard," Marie told him as she squeezed it. "What do you do, dip it in holy water and pray for miracles?"
"I don't need miracles. It was hard enough to pop your daughter's cherry, wasn't it?"
"Yes, you bastard, I guess it was," Marie told him, then squeezed his joint so hard that she drew a yelp from him. "Do you get plenty of fucking, Father?" she asked.
"I can't complain. I suppose I get more than the average married man and lots of variety too."
"You hypocrite," she replied. "I don't know how you can do it and then stand on the altar or sit in the confessional and talk about sin and evil and all that."
"Business is business, lady and it sure beats driving a truck."
"Strip naked, you old hypocrite," Marie told him with a little laugh. "You're going to get the ass warming of your life."
"Watch the old bit," he complained, "I'm only forty-two, you know."
While he undressed and the females watched, Colin and his son were still busily playing with the nun's bottom and thighs.
"Can you open up the front of that and let your tits out?" Colin asked her.
"Yes, I came prepared for that. Would you like me to?"
"I sure as hell would and I have a hunch my son would too."
Releasing her hold on her black habit, the nun fumbled with the front of the garment, pulled a couple of strings, released a couple of hooks, then she drew it wide open and spilled out a magnificent pair of breasts.
They were much bigger than Marie's, creamy white and excitingly firm, jutting like melons, cherry pink tips perched proudly.
Father and son each took one to play with and suck until the nuns long nipples were raw and she groaned in protest.
"I'm going to sit down with her bare ass on my lap," Colin told his son. "You help yourself to anything you can reach."
He pulled out a low stool and after he had pulled the nun's clothes up to her waist again, sat on it and she was pleased to sit on his lap, her thighs warm and silken smooth on his, her buttocks partially beyond his left thigh were they could be reached to be fondled by the man or his son.
Four hands began moving over her body and thighs and the nun sighed with content as they watched the priest remove the last of his garments and go to the couch with the three females, one of whom, whose virginity he had taken so recently.
Leaving the girls to play with the naked priest, Marie went to the bar for her leather soled slipper.
"I'm going to start spanking with my hand," she told him when she returned, "but later, we'll employ other instruments to make your punishment appropriately severe."
Smiling, she sat on an armless chair and patted her thighs as she called him to her. His tool swaying in stiff erection, he went to her and lowered himself onto the silken platform provided by her thighs.
"Damn," he growled, "this feels silly, I haven't lain over a woman's lap for a spanking since I was a kid."
"Well that's where you are now, Father and II try to make up for all the spankings you missed over the years. Don't try to get out of position now or I'll have my husband tie you down and then you'll regret it."
She rubbed his buttocks for a few seconds, then began spanking. It didn't surprise her that the man was able to take quite a bit without making a sound, but as she paused to pick up the slipper, she knew that would change before long.
Marie smacked hard with the leather soled slipper and it produced exciting sounds with each smack. With fires beginning to rage in his buttocks, the priest could hold out no longer and abandoned himself to lusty crying.
"That's what I've been waiting to hear," Marie said as she brought the leather down smartly again and heard a louder cry of protest.
"Stings does it? SMACK ... SMACK ... It stings a girl ... SMACK ... when a big cock ... SMACK ... breaks her cherry."
Marie went on smacking his behind and scolding him until her arm became tired and she stopped. On her lap, the red assed priest went on crying as his body rubbed hotly.
"Do we get to spank him too, Mother?" Betty asked. "I really want to pay him for what he did to me."
"Of course, angel, but we'll let him have a little rest first."
"Oh please," the priest sobbed, "no more. My ass feels like it's on fire."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Father, but you're going to get a lot more before you leave this house. We're all going to have your ass and give you something to think about the next time you're tempted to take advantage of your position to fuck a helpless young virgin. Get up now and amuse us by playing with yourself."
His face wet with tears, the man got to his feet. His tool had gone soft, but that didn't bother Marie.
"Start playing with yourself and keep on until I tell you to stop. Don't dare let your cream shoot or I'll whip you. Is that clear?"
"Yes," he replied with a little sob, then he had his soft penis in his hand and he was playing with it. It wasn't long before the organ responded by rising in erection.
"How about that," Clark called out, "whenever I went to confession and told about playing with my cock, he gave me shit for it and told me to pray for strength to resist temptation."
"He's such a shit, dear. Look at him and you can tell he knows how to play with himself. He's had lots of experience. Maybe he plays with himself in the box while he's listening to confessions."
"Think we should take a break for a drink now, my darling?" Marie asked her husband.
"That's a good idea, dear, but to tell the truth, I'd really like to enjoy a little snack in this nun's crotch before we break off."
"Go ahead, dear, there's no hurry. Now that you mention it, I think I'll sit on Father's face and let him do a bit of lapping too. I'm in the mood to have my arsehole tongued as well as my cunt."
Turning to the priest, she had him lie on his back on the carpet, then she removed her bra and panties and ran a hand through her crotch as she stood above him.
"See the way he stares up into your crotch, Mother," Betty said. "I think he's anxious to eat your cunt."
"We shall soon find out, dear," Marie replied as she gave her crotch another rub, then knelt astride her naked victim, noticing that his eyes were red from crying. "Here comes your lunch, Father," she told him, then began lowering her crotch to him. "Here is a nice hot cunt to suck and lick. Get to work," she added as she pressed her cunt down on his mouth, rubbed for a few seconds, then eased up just a bit, enough to permit him to suck and lick where she wanted it.
"Lie across the couch, Sister," Colin told the nun as she got off his lap, holding her clothes around her waist.
"Don't you want me to strip?" she asked.
"Hell no, the whole excitement of a nun is seeing her in her robes. I'll have Clark work on your tits while I eat your cunt. That should make you a bit hotter."
Even before his father could get his face into the nun's crotch, Clark claimed her big breasts with both hands. While his father sucked and lapped the nun, he fondled and sucked her breasts and the double assault kept her groaning and squirming all the way until she went off with a series of jerks and shrieks and Colin held her tightly, the tips of his fingers digging into her fleshy buttocks.
Without giving her any time to rest, father and son switched positions and they went at her again.
After her second orgasm, they all got up and Marie, having already enjoyed two orgasms with the priest, gave his sticky face a final rubbing, then got up and went to the bar with the others to rest after round one of their theological orgy.
CHAPTER XI
While they gathered around the bar and Colin poured more drinks, Clark pulled the hem of the nun's habit up and got under it. Allowing it to fall around him, he knelt in total darkness and played with her. Since her panties had long since been removed, he was free to do anything he wanted and she aided him by leaning over a little and bracing her legs wide apart.
Although Clark couldn't know it, he was making a dream come true for the nun who had long wanted a boy or girl kneeling under her robes doing just what he was doing to her with his hands and his mouth.
Juice trickled down her inner thighs from the double lapping she had received and the way he was probing her twat told her that her thighs were going to be wetter still.
"That son of yours sure is a greedy little fellow," the nun said with a grin.
"Well, he's just a growing boy," Colin told her. "He should eat as much as he can."
"I'm not complaining," she told him. "I've often thought how thrilling it would be to wear just a long, sheer black robe and have a boy or girl work under it so that I'd be able to see. I'm sure it would be more fun for him too, if he could see my ass and thighs and cunt."
"You're right, Sister," Colin told her, "but I'm sure Clark is quite pleased with the arrangement. It dawns on me that you could come and visit us again. I could arrange to get just the kind of garment you have in mind, something loose fitting enough to permit lots of action."
"I guess it could be arranged, if Father will help."
"Oh of course," the priest said, eagerly. "After all, if I'm being invited, the least I can do is to arrange for Sister to be allowed to come."
"You're a sneaky bastard, Father," Colin told him, grinning. "By all means you're invited and I think you'll find more than enough hot cunt here to keep you happy."
"Hell, Colin, compared to this place, heaven wouldn't keep me happy. There can't be an angel there to compare with these daughters of yours," he said and drew Betty into an embrace with one arm as he fondled her breasts, then her buttocks.
"You don't believe in that heaven and hell stuff, do you?" Colin asked.
"Hell no, but I don't spread it around. People are catching on fast enough as it is. It's bad for business. Those collection plates are getting lighter all the time."
"Well, if you..." the nun started to say, then her face became contorted with passion and her body began to tremble, announcing to all that she was on the verge of orgasm.
Clark knew it too and holding her by the hips, he gave her a few more licks on her clitoris and it did the trick, triggering a very fierce orgasm.
Taking his face out of her crotch, Clark held her smooth buttocks with both hands and delighted in the way the big cheeks jerked and squirmed as she held the bar for support, her big, naked breasts swaying madly, to the delight of the audience.
"Want to come out for air, Clark?" his mother asked and raised the garment above the nun's hips.
"Yeah, thanks. It's great under there, but it's hard to breathe."
"Think of how it would be if I farted, dear?" the nun asked and they all laughed.
"In that case," Colin commented, "I'd say your habit would become a sexy gas chamber. What a way to die."
There was more laughter, then Colin decided to refresh their drinks. The others agreed and they remained gathered around the bar, each enjoying thoughts of what had happened and what was yet to come. Only the priest had any reservations about the immediate future as he thought of the additional beating he was to receive. That part didn't cheer him a bit.
Such thoughts didn't bother the nun at all. She had often been beaten in the convent, both as punishment and to please Sister Superior, a cruel woman with a taste for flagellating the smooth white skin of young women and girls, then forcing them to go down on her and lap her cunt until she couldn't stand another climax.
By submitting her body for such beatings, she earned many special favors. It hadn't taken her long to enjoy the beatings and to get kicks out of reading erotic stories to the woman, stories about unfortunate girls and younger women who fell into the hands of cruel persons who enjoyed causing them pain and listening to their cries and pleas for mercy.
Sometimes they would act out the stories and when they did, Sister Margaret was assured of severe beatings which left marks which she carried for days. Any spanking she would get that night would be like play, like being lashed with Kleenex.
"Ready for round two?" Colin asked as he put his glass down. "Clark, help Sister on with her panties," he added, confirming that the second round was about to start whether or not the others were in agreement.
Quickly, Clark found the nun's panties and helped her get into them, snugging them around her and feeling the bottom and crotch of them.
Going to the armless chair, Colin sat and called the nun to him.
"Sister Margaret," he said in a stern tone, "I'm the bishop and I'm going to punish you. Kneel at my feet and bare your breasts to me."
"Yes, Your Excellency," the nun said and trembled with excitement as she dropped to her knees, close to the seated man and slowly pulled the front of her robe wide open to display her breasts.
"Sister, I have a report that while you were sucking Sister Superior's cunt the other night, you deliberately bit her labia majora. Is that true?"
"Not deliberately, Your Excellency. I got too horny and it happened by accident."
"Deliberate or accidental, you will be punished for it. Biting a cunt is a serious offence, especially when that cunt belongs to your superior. Meditate on your sin while I play with your tits and ponder your fate, you evil nun."
Her head bowed, the nun moved closer to him, kneeling between his widely parted knees while he played with her luscious breasts. He divided his efforts evenly between her nipples and the satiny melons which jutted so firmly and it was not too long before her nipples were fully extended.
"Since I am not wearing my ring," he intoned, "You cannot kiss it. Instead, you will kiss the head of my cock. Kiss it first, then take it in your mouth and suck it a little."
Completely submissive, the nun took his rod in her hand, raised it to her lips and kissed it, then pushed the head slowly into her mouth and sucked it, making the fake bishop squirm.
"Rise, Sister," he told her. "I have decided to spank your bare ass as punishment. Raise the hem of your clothes to your waist."
"Oh, Your Excellency," she sobbed with conviction, "I feel so ashamed, so humiliated at baring my body in your presence."
"Excellent, a little humiliation is good for your soul."
Her naked breasts swaying, the nun bent and caught the hem of her habit. As she pulled it up slowly to show her legs and thighs, the thrill was as great for Colin as it had been the first time. And then he saw her panties caressing the hump of her mons veneris and snugging in her crotch. The nun continued to pull the garment up until it was well above her waist.
"Come closer, Sister. Stand between my knees. My how well you dress, garter belt, sheer nylons, pretty little panties."
Sister Margaret moved between his knees and Colin reached for her, each hand claiming a buttock to play.
"Meditate on your naughtiness, Sister, while I meditate on your punishment. Promise yourself that you will never again bite Sister Superior's cunt," he told her as he went on fondling her bottom, through and around her little panties.
"Does it humiliate you when I feel your nice big ass? Sister," he asked, squeezing the firm buttocks.
"Oh yes, Your Excellency."
"Then open your legs ... wider, that's it. Tell me if it humiliates you when I rub my hand on your cunt like this."
"Oh yes ... yes," she panted in obvious arousal, her body jerking so that as he held his hand on the warm crotch of her panties, it rubbed back and forth.
"Your cunt feels very warm, Sister. Have you been entertaining sinful thoughts? Sexy ones, perhaps?"
"Yes," she said quietly, her head bowed.
"Then you really must be punished at once. I'll take your little panties down now and bare your ass."
He peeled her panties down slowly until they stretched across her thighs, well below the scene of the proposed action, then he put his hand back in her crotch and gave her another little rubbing, making her squirm some more. With his other hand, he played with the satiny smooth white cheeks, all the while telling himself that she really was a nun and that he was going to spank her, lap her cunt, then fuck her.
"It's time now, Sister, turn your ass up over my lap to have it spanked."
As she moved around to his right, she rubbed her thighs together, then she was positioning herself on his thighs, her lovely bottom beautifully presented.
"What a charming picture you are, Sister," Colin told her as he rubbed his hand over the white rounds. "I am really going to enjoy spanking this lovely firm ass. I love spanking pretty bums, especially the big white bums of nuns. I'm going to make these cheeks a lovely, rosy red. Get ready to cry, Sister, here it comes."
His right hand came down with a smack and a firm squeeze and the nun gave a little yelp. He slapped and squeezed the other cheek and she yelped again.
"That's it, Sister," he panted. "Let me hear a lot of crying. Make spanky-spank music for me while I slap these beautiful cheeks and make them red hot."
And then he gave her plenty to cry about as he went on to give her a sound spanking. Despite their bigness, her buttocks were even firmer than Marie's, he told himself and far more thrilling to spank.
The volume of her crying increased along with the color of her buttocks as his big hand smacked them from white to pink to rosy red, all the way from the top of her crack to the juncture of buttocks and thighs.
"There," he panted, "that will have to do for now. I may give you another spanking later, when your pretty ass has cooled a little."
Seeing his son feasting his eyes on the nun's rosy red bottom, he signaled him to come and enjoy a feel.
"Boy, did you ever give it to her," Clark said and rubbed both hands over her hot buttocks, then acting on impulse, he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between the red cheeks, his hands rubbing her hips.
"That's all, son," Colin told him. "I have things to do while her ass is still hot. Take her panties off for me."
Gently, the boy removed the little black garment and held it tightly in his fist. Freed of her panties, the nun got to her feet and Colin led her to a couch. All eyes were on her red bottom as she walked, plump red buttocks bouncing with each graceful step.
Lying on his back, Colin had the nun kneel over him, her back toward him, then she dropped forward and lowered herself, her crotch and rosy behind just above his face. In that position she found it easy to lick the head of his throbbing dick, adding to his delight.
Colin played with her tingling buttocks for a while, licked them and her crack, then moved his face a little lower and went for her cunt. The nun moved a little to help him, then his mouth was on it and he was sucking it as he continued to fondle her rosy red buttocks, loving the feel of heated silk which covered very firm flesh.
Colin lapped with his usual skill and the panting nun, already highly aroused, required a relatively short bout of it before climax swept over her and her crotch was rubbing his face. As the climax passed, she changed her position, worked her bottom on him until his nose was in the crack between her hot buttocks, then she sat on his face and sighed.
He felt her anus working against his nose, the little ring expanding and pushing out. He sensed she was trying to fart and decided to let her try. When, after a minute or so, she couldn't achieve her goal, he patted her on the ass and taking the hint, she gave him a final rub with her behind, then got up.
"Sorry you couldn't manage that fart, Sister," he told her as he wiped a hand over his face.
"You're sorry? Think of how I feel. How I love to have a man's nose trapped in the crack of my butt, then fart and hold him there."
"You're quite a swinger, Sister. Now we're going to find out what kind of a fuck you are. After I've spanked a woman, I usually fuck her dog-style, but this time I want to look into the face of a nun while my cock spreads her cunt. Lie on your back, Sister, I'm more than ready to play lion with you."
"Play lion?" she asked.
"Yes, you lie down and growl and I'll throw the meat to you. Wait, get up and let me have one more look at you as a nun."
Smiling, Sister Margaret got off the couch and stood, allowing her habit to fall into place and closing the front to hide her breasts.
"Beautiful," Colin told her. "Now open up your clothes and your legs, Sister, it's time to fuck."
Her breathing was labored as she pulled the front of the garment wide open and allowed her lush breasts to tumble out, then she caught the hem and jerked it high above her hips.
"I'm just as ready as you, big boy," she told him. "My cunt feels hotter than my ass was when I was getting spanked. Come on, you nun fucker, get that horse sized cock up my slit and stretch me as much as you can."
The nun was a study in contrasts as she lay on the couch, her body naked from the waist down except for garter belt and nylons, her legs wide open and bent up at the knees. Beyond, over the chaste black garment, the white wimple framed her face and tried to give her the traditional look of a nun, but there was too much passion emanating from her shining eyes and her open mouth for her to carry off the act with conviction.
With his stiff tool in his hand, Colin knelt between her lovely legs, then he lowered himself onto her as her arms came up to receive him.
Colin's hand probed in her crotch, found the wet, hot slit and guided the head of his tool to it. When she felt it, she groaned and her behind jerked up in eagerness.
"Here it is, Sister," he panted, then pushed the head in. It stretched her small aperture and she let out a groan.
Panting more loudly, Colin jabbed strongly as he fed his tool to her until she was penetrated and stretched as never before.
"Oh Jesus," she gasped, "no man ever got cock this far up me. I think I can feel it between my tits. Fuck me, you beautiful man, fuck the hot ass off me. I know where heaven is now, fuck me all the way there."
Growling with lust, Colin ground in her crotch to let her know she had all he could give her, then he went to work, stroking slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible. But while the strokes were slow, they were very long as he drew back each time until only the head remained inside her twat, then pushed it all the way back home.
"Christ, man," the nun panted, "you fuck like a saint or a devil or both. You're going to make me come again, I can feel it getting ready to happen."
Colin rode high on her, ensuring that the shaft of his tool rubbed her clit on every stroke, wanting her to climax, wanting to feel her body jerking and trembling under him. He worked his hands under her and she raised her bottom to help, then he was clutching the hot cheeks while his tool went on stroking in her hot, juicy depths while their sweat mingled.
"Oh Jesus," she said with a little shriek, "I'm almost there, lover, Ram it to me. I'm getting right to the edge."
Colin was close to that state himself, so he gambled on mutual orgasm, riding her hard and fast, his body slamming her, then, as he held back his ejaculation, he heard her catch her breath, felt her body tense, then she exploded and her legs came up to wrap around his body. Her body jerked up off the couch and he let his semen shoot into her churning cunt as they shared a magnificent orgasm, their two bodies blended in hot, erotic union, becoming one in the mystery of orgasmic explosion.
They rested together for a few minutes, then the man got up with a tired groan. Sister Margaret would have gotten up too, but the priest stopped her, going to her and holding her on the couch with a hand on her tummy.
"Wait, I want to suck and eat it while it's full of hot juice," he said, panting, then he went down on her and his mouth and tongue stole the juice Colin's tool had pumped into her as well as her own juices.
Sucking a freshly fucked cunt wasn't Colin's cup of tea, but he was excited by the sight and the wet sounds which came from her crotch as she groaned in aroused delight. Not content with just claiming what juice he could find, the priest went on to lick her clitoris until she achieved another orgasm and her smooth thighs rubbed his face.
"Dad," Clark said, a look of pain on his face, "Let me fuck her. I'm so hard it hurts."
"Help yourself son. I think every boy should get to fuck a nun."
The priest got up, licking his lips and Clark got onto the couch and mounted the sweating nun. He drove his hard little tool into her with one jab, then pulled the front of her habit open wider so that he could get his hands on her big breasts.
Groaning with lust, he rubbed the white melons avidly as he screwed her, delighting in the way she closed her legs enough so that as he stroked, he could feel the silk of her thighs on his rocking hips.
Then, as he had feared, the churning in his loins told him he was approaching the end of his ride.
"Don't try to hold it, dear," she told him as her arms tightened around his naked body. "Shoot it to me."
The boy gave a little groan, then he was grinding in her crotch, firing spurt after spurt of his juice up her hot alley. She closed her legs around him and made him groan weakly as she crushed him and went on holding him even after he was drained.
When Clark got up, his knees weak, he saw that his sister Betty held a doubled leather belt in her hand as she watched the priest begging her mother not to punish him again.
"I'm not going to punish you, you baby fucker. You took Betty's cherry, so she will give you a strapping on that tender butt of yours. It's going to be a different kind of a strapping though," she went on as she got onto the couch and knelt on all fours.
"All right, Father," she told him, "get behind me and get your cock up my cunt. You're going to ride my ass while Betty straps yours. Get with it now or you'll be punished even more severely."
Despite the terror he felt at the prospect of a strapping after having been so well spanked, his rod stayed hard as he stared at the sight Marie presented. Further protest would gain him nothing, he sensed, so he knelt up behind her, probed under her with his big tool in his hand, then found her slit and pushed in. Excitement began to compete with fear as he shoved it all the way home and pulled her lovely big behind back against his belly.
"All right, Betty," Marie told her daughter, "get him started and keep him going."
Her eyes flashing, Betty gave a little grunt as she brought the doubled belt down hard across his rump and he let out a yell and pressed more firmly against Marie's silken cushions.
"You better start fucking, Father," Marie told him. "She's going to keep on strapping your butt until you're finished."
Getting the message, the priest commenced riding her lovely behind at a great rate, but Betty, delighting in her task strapped him as fast as he could stroke against her mother's bottom.
For a while, red stripes appeared on his buttocks, then, as the strapping continued, stripes blended together so that the entire surface of his ass was fiery red, with some blotches of purple. He was crying loudly, howling in protest, but his penis stayed hard as he rode Marie's behind madly until, at last, his semen was shooting up into the woman's sucking cunt.
Weakly, he withdrew his spent member and pushed against Marie's bottom, pushing her down onto the couch and freeing himself so that he could throw himself out of the way of the slashing leather.
"Was it as much fun as it sounded?" Marie asked her daughter.
"It sure was. I never knew that strapping a man would be so thrilling."
"Come here, you," Marie said, grabbing the priest's arm as he was about to leave, discreetly.
Less than a minute later, despite the priest's protests, he was lying face down on the couch and Marie was seated on his back. Taking the doubled belt from her daughter, she stared at his abused buttocks, then began abusing them some more.
The position opened her cunt and permitted juice to trickle onto his back, but that was the least of his worries as she swung the belt strongly, battering his buttocks cruelly and causing him to kick the couch and pound it with his hands as he tried to plead for mercy but had trouble finding or uttering words.
She was still strapping him when she realized her desperate need to urinate, then trembling with arousal, she dropped the belt and got to her feet.
"Your punishment is almost over," she told the crying man. "Come to the bathroom with me and we'll finish it up."
While the others exchanged excited glances, Marie led the sobbing priest to the bathroom. Instead of a tub, there was a shower stall with a low wall, about a foot high. The stall was very roomy and she pulled the curtain all the way back, then told him to get into it and sit on the floor.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" he asked.
"I'm going to have you tied down and give you another strapping if you don't obey orders without question," she told him.
He got the message and soon had his burning buttocks parked on the cool tile floor. Following orders, he leaned back and rested his weight on his hands, still wondering what the woman had in store for him.
The priest began to get a hint of it when Marie stood astride him and bent a little from the waist.
"I'm going to have a nice pee, Father," she told him. "If you dare to move, even a little while I'm doing it, you'll get another strapping, then I'll have you tied face up and I'll shit on your face."
The man trembled violently and Marie guessed he would remain in position.
"How does the aim look, Betty?" she asked the girl who had hurried into the big bathroom with the others.
"It should be perfect," her daughter told her. "Imagine, Father is going to be your personal piss pot. I wonder how he's going to like that role."
"Well soon know, won't we? Remember now, Father, if you dare to move even a little, you'll pay a price you won't enjoy. That's a promise."
But still she didn't let loose her stream, teasing the man by making him wait for it. There was an air of erotic tension in the room, then Marie gave a little grunt and the stream flashed from her crotch and hit the priest right in the face.
Instinctively, he started to move his face away, then he stopped and sat frozen as the stream poured. Urine splashed up his nose and his mouth opened instinctively to gulp air. Marie happened to change her position a little, just at that moment and her hot stream shot into his mouth.
"Oh Jesus, Mother," Betty panted, "you pissed right in his mouth. He's drinking it, Mother."
Marie was so excited that she feared she was going to lose her balance and fall, but she didn't. As the stream weakened, it left his face and began to dribble down his throat, then finally his chest. A few final drops fells, then she was finished, sighing as she straightened and got up, the soles of her sheer nylons wet from the puddle which had formed around the naked priest, her legs wet from the splashes they had caught.
"Ooohhhhh," the priest groaned as droplets of water continued to run down his body, "Jesus, that was wild, I want more, somebody, please."
As Marie moved away from the man, Betty took her place in the shower stall. Recalling how her mother had done it, she positioned herself, then let it go.
The stream hit him on the forehead and he closed his eyes and moved his face up a little. He opened his mouth wide and eagerly captured the hissing flow of warm urine, taking as much as he could, not closing his mouth until he feared he would choke.
"Oh how lovely," Sister Margaret commented, "he's a real piss drinker. I've never met one."
The nun was ready when Betty finished the man's shower and drink and she was soon above him, her robes held high above her waist, her big behind arched above and a little in front of his face. She washed his face well and he drank as much of her salty flow as he could, then Debbie decided it was her turn.
Because the youngster was shorter, she was able to get the source of her flow close to his mouth and as he waited for her to let loose, he opened his mouth and put it even closer, then she was trembling as her fluid shot into his mouth from close range while the others watched in fascination.
Colin and Clark passed up the opportunity to urinate on the priest, though they agreed in whispers that it could be a lot of fun to piss all over a naked woman as well as in her wide open mouth.
The women removed their wet nylons and garter belts and tossed them into a pile to be washed later. As they left the room, the priest stayed behind and they heard him showering.
"How do you feel about visiting us from time to time, Sister?" Marie asked as they went to the bar.
"I meant what I said, earlier," the nun told her. "You're real swingers. I'll want to visit often. I hope Sister Superior doesn't give me a hard time."
"I've just had a thought. What about bringing her along? Do you think that would soften her up a bit?"
"I'll bet it would, especially if it meant getting to spank your kids, Clark especially."
"Great and by the way, we may soon have another little inducement." Lowering her voice to a whisper, Marie told her about their dog and how they planned to train him.
"My God, I thought I knew all about sex, all the wild varieties," the nun said, "but you people are too much. I have a feeling Sister Superior and I will be visiting so often you'll get tired of us."
"I think that's highly unlikely, Sister," Marie replied and fondled her breasts.
When the nun talked about calling it a night and going home, Clark impulsively asked if he could spank her before she left.
"Why not?" she replied casually. "I wouldn't want to leave here with a cool ass."
They hurried to an armless chair and she raised her robes high for him, then lay across his thighs. The big nun was heavy, but her weight was a delight to the youth as was the silken texture and warmth of her skin as she rubbed in anticipation.
Clark began spanking her lovely big behind and with each slap of his hand, he emitted a little grunt of satisfaction. After a little while, she began to whimper, then sob, then she was crying lustily as he went on smacking roses into the big, firm rounds.
To his delight, his tool was fully erect when he stopped spanking her and seeing it, the nun dropped to her knees, gripped his buttocks with both hands and took the stiff little rod into her mouth. She sucked him off and left him so weak knead that he could barely stand.
The nun and priest got dressed and enjoyed a final drink with their hosts, then they left, promising to be in touch soon to arrange another meeting.
Colin and his family discussed the events of the evening for a while, then decided it was time for bed, that their bodies needed rest and sleep so that they could restore their energy for another day.
CHAPTER XII
When he decided to have a try at getting the dog to fuck, Colin wanted to take him into a room alone, reasoning that the animal would function better if there were no distractions. Marie wouldn't hear of it.
"What if something goes wrong, darling? This is going to be a strange new experience for him and gentle as he is, he could get excited and flip. No, darling, please, you have to let me be with you."
The children were out for the evening and they had all the privacy they wanted, so they went to get the dog and took him to the basement recreation room.
They patted him and told him what a good boy he was and he responded eagerly, licking them and acting quite happy.
"I'm going to take my clothes off now," Colin told his wife, "so I'll be ready when the time seems to be right."
While he undressed, stripping naked, Marie went on playing with the animal, arousal building in her as it was in her husband. She felt an urge to take her panties off and see if she could interest the animal in sniffing, perhaps even licking her crotch, but she recalled Colin's attitude in that he wanted to interest the dog in getting into anal sex before introducing him to the vaginal type.
When he was naked, his penis erect, Colin went close to the dog and showed him his tool. The dog gave it a lick and Colin patted him on the head, telling him he was a good dog and getting more licks in return.
Turning his back on the animal, Colin bent and drew his buttocks apart. The dog sniffed, but showed no real interest.
"Maybe it takes dogs a while to turn on, I mean with people," Marie told him.
"You may be right and perhaps I can help a little," he said as he dropped to his knees and began patting the dog in a different manner.
He rubbed the animal's rear thighs, then worked his hands to the inner thighs, close to his equipment. The animal turned to see what he was doing, but did not try to pull away from him.
Patiently, excitement mounting, Colin rubbed closer and closer to the animal's penis, then he put his right hand on the hairy shaft and began to rub it lightly. The dog whimpered and looked uncomfortable, but he didn't try to get away.
After a little while, Colin closed his hand around the big cock and began slowly masturbating. The dog rubbed a hip against his thigh and indicated that he was getting horny.
"Oh look, darling," his wife whispered excitedly, "he's getting the idea. His red meat is coming out."
Further aroused, Colin went on masturbating the dog, hoping he wouldn't ejaculate and be out of business, but deciding it was worth the risk anyway.
"Oh darling," Marie sighed, "he's looking so interested. Should I grease your hole just in case?"
"Do you think I need it? His cock doesn't look that big."
"I think you should, dear. The slipperier your hole is, the easier it will be for him to get in. Besides, I think it will feel more like a slippery cunt that way."
"You may be right, dear. Go ahead."
Uncapping the jar of Vaseline, Marie went about the task of lubricating her husband's anus until she was satisfied that he was ready for anything.
By that time, the dog was making little whimpering sounds and his hip muscles were jerking, his tool moving in Colin's hand in the motion of intercourse.
"I think he's ready," Colin panted. "Jesus, I'm sure he'll fuck me."
Releasing his grip of the dog's tool, Colin dropped onto the floor on all fours.
"Here boy, come and get it," Marie said, patting her husband's buttocks.
The dog walked around him and Marie pulled Colin's buttocks farther apart to show his anus. "Come boy, come give Daddy a nice fuck. Get your big cock up this nice hole and fuck."
The dog sniffed around Colin's behind, then, with a low whimper, he mounted him. As he did, Marie was amazed to see his tool growing.
"Get your ass down, dear," she told her husband, he's jabbing too high. A little more ... there ... that should do it. Oh Jesus he really wants...."
Her words broke off as the dog's jabbing pecker found the man's hole and shot into it. The dog's foreskin peeled back until his cock and balls were totally bare, but having watched dogs mating, Marie wasn't upset, she knew the skin would go back into place when he was finished. But what did amaze her was the size of his cock, totally unrelated to the little red meat she had seen earlier.
It was at least half as big in circumference as her husband's and from what she could see of the jabbing rod, it appeared to be almost as long.
"Oh Jesus, he's big," Colin panted, "what a fuck ... he's so far up me."
"His cock is more than half as big as yours, Dear," Marie told him, "and what was red meat at the start is blue now. Imagine, getting fucked by a blue cock. How does it feel?"
"Great ... oh Jesus, it's great to have a dog riding my ass. Christ, I think he's going to shoot now. Come on Romeo ... give it to me."
Marie saw the hind legs of the dog tense even more, then he rammed the full length up her husband's behind. Panting, he jerked against his mate.
"He's shooting it up my butt," Colin panted as the dog went on jerking against him. "Christ, what a force ... what pressure. Oh baby, this has to be the wildest."
And then the dog stopped jerking, paused for only a moment, then he took his spent cock out and dismounted. His tool shrank rapidly and he curled up on the floor to lick it.
"Christ, have I been buggered," Colin said with a little groan as he sat on the floor. "My hole feels a foot wide."
"He does have a much bigger prick than either of us expected, darling. I'm not surprised that your hole feels stretched. I can't wait for my turn to come."
"Now that he's learned to bugger, perhaps he'll skip your cunt and shoot it up your poop chute."
"Oh, I hope not. When he rides my ass, I want that big cock up my cunt, where it belongs."
"Speaking of cocks up your cunt, darling, how fast could you get out of those clothes?"
Instead of wasting time answering, Marie began undressing in a hurry.
"Are you going to give it to me right here, with him watching?"
"That's the general idea, sweetie. We'll consider it a fuck for us and a lesson for him."
"You're going to give it to me dog-style?"
"Right. Wait a minute, I've got another idea. We may be able to train him to do something else. Sit on the edge of that chair and open those pretty legs wide."
"Oh yummy. Do you think we could teach him to eat cunt?"
"Well, we can give it a try, but in the meantime, I'll be having fun and you may even enjoy it a little yourself."
"Funny darling, who ever heard of me enjoying it just a little?" she told him as he hunched between her legs and sent his face to her crotch, his tongue licking a film of moisture over his lips.
As he began to lap his wife, the dog watched them, then got up and came over for a closer look. His cold, wet snout touched her thigh as he sniffed while the man went on lapping and sucking her.
"Ooh, that's nice. He looks interested," she told Colin. "Oh yes, lover, you be my lap dog, then take me, dog-style. I love being your horny bitch, darling cunt lapper."
Marie had been more than ready for it, after their exciting experiment with the dog buggering her husband, so that Colin had not been lapping her clitoris for very long when she panted that she was going to climax, then her bottom was jerking and squirming on the chair as the storm swept over her, her breasts bobbing excitingly and her sighs and cries of ecstasy filling the room.
When Colin backed away, Romeo walked between Marie's legs and sniffed her crotch. He gave her a few licks, but without any great show of enthusiasm. He paused, licked his lips, then sent his snout back into her wet crotch and lapped with more enthusiasm. Just as Marie began to think that he would lap her all the way, the dog backed off and licking his lips again, went away to curl up on the floor.
"That may take a little more time, darling," her husband told her, "but we can work at it. It would be great to have a big dog trained to lap cunt, to fuck and bugger, wouldn't it?"
"Oh yes, lover, but I have a wonderful husband who is well trained in fucking and that's what I want right now," she told him as she got off the chair and dropped to her hands and knees on the floor.
Kneeling behind her, his penis more than ready for the fray, Colin fondled her buttocks and hips, reached into her crotch to spread the moisture around a bit, then he moved his tool under her and guided the big head to her waiting, well lubricated slit.
Marie sighed as he invaded her, slowly, then saw the dog coming to take a closer look at the action as Colin worked the full length of his seven inch pecker into her warm, receptive twat. When it was all the way home, he paused and she felt it throbbing in her, then he adjusted his grip and began riding her smooth rump, his flat tummy spanking her with each stroke. He gave her a lovely, unhurried fucking while her breasts kept swaying and she sighed with content.
Only toward the end of the ride, when she panted that she was going to climax again, did he step up the pace. The rockets went off in her crotch and belly as orgasm swept over her and he went on stroking strongly and then, while her orgasm was still going strong, his semen was spurting into her and her vaginal muscles sucked his tool as he pressed tightly against her warm, silken bottom.
They decided against letting the children in on their secret for the time being, wanting to have the dog well trained first.
Their next training session with the dog happened one night after the children were in bed. They led him to the basement room, warmed him up with patting and by playing with his tool until he was whining with arousal, then Marie removed her robe.
She was naked and Colin had used adhesive tape to hold a sanitary pad over her anus. One folded pad covered that aperture and another stretched across her crack in an attempt to guarantee her maximum protection against buggery.
Colin held the dog back while Marie reached in her crotch and parted the lips of her organ with the tips of her fingers. Colin had already lubricated it well with his mouth and had used his tongue to stir up her juices so that her crotch should be inviting to the dog. He was encouraged as he felt the beast tugging at the chain as though wanting to get at her.
Leading the animal to the kneeling nude, Colin urged his snout into her crotch so that he could sniff her. When Romeo did so, the red meat of his tool slipped farther out, further encouraging the man.
As Romeo licked in her crotch, he looked very eager and both Colin and his wife were confident she was going to get what she wanted. Remembering how Colin had had to lower his bottom for the dog to get into him, she lowered hers just a little and hoped she was positioned right.
"Let him at me, darling," she panted. "I can't wait to feel that beautiful dog cock jabbing into my cunt."
"Take a deep breath, baby," Colin told her as he slipped the catch of the chain. "Here it is now. One dog cock coming up, coming right up your sweet little cunt."
Romeo went straight for the kneeling woman and got up on his hind legs, bracing himself as his rod shot out. He jabbed a little at the bottom of her buttocks. He didn't even try for her anus, but kept searching for her slit.
"EEEEAAAAAAHHHHH," she groaned as the jabbing tool found her slit and rammed roughly in. "He's in ... he's in my cunt ... he's fucking me, darling ... he's fucking me."
It proved to be a perfectly accurate statement as the panting dog rammed more and more cock into her slit and began pounding against her upturned behind. His tool pistoned inside her at a speed which amazed and delighted her.
To Marie's further delight, there was no hurt at all, nothing but pleasure as the surprisingly big rod kept ramming her. She felt wetness on her back and knew that the animal was slobbering in arousal as he fucked her.
Out of his mind with excitement, Colin took his stiff tool in his hand as he watched and began jerking it. Nothing he had ever seen had been as exciting as the sight of the big dog fucking his naked wife. He told himself he would stop jerking in time to avoid going off.
And then the big-dog was panting as he jerked against her behind, obviously firing his juice into her. Recalling how she liked to use her vaginal muscles to suck a spending tool, Colin wondered if she was doing it to the dog as he pumped it to her.
"Oh darling," she groaned, "he's shooting it into me. He's shooting his dog cream way up my cunt. Oh darling, it's so wonderful."
As soon as the dog finished ejaculating, he dismounted and turned away to lick his dong, seeming to enjoy the flavor it had picked up inside her body.
Dropping to his knees, still jerking his tool, Colin started to push it under her, to find her slit and ride the wet deck, when he discovered that his trip was to be delayed.
His brakes failed and he watched his semen shooting all over her arched buttocks and into her crack.
"Shit," he exclaimed, "if I have to go off in the air, I may as well enjoy it while I'm at it."
His wife giggled at the realization of what was happening and urged him on.
"Shoot it all over my ass, lover," she panted. "Make my skin nice and creamy."
He squeezed the final drops from his softening tool, then would have spread the rich fluid over her buttocks except that the dog wanted to lick it up.
Delighting in the sight, he backed off and watched as Romeo cleaned up her behind with his long tongue.
CHAPTER XIII
Days passed without any word from the priest about a return visit with Sister Margaret and Colin's family began to have doubts that they would ever come back to play.
"Why don't you phone him, Daddy?" Betty asked. "He may just need a little encouraging."
"No, dear, I have a hunch that would be the wrong thing to do. If we appear over anxious, we could lose control of the situation and I wouldn't want that to happen."
Marie felt in agreement with her daughter, but her husband's hunches had proven so right in the past that she was content to trust this one. The next day, Colin had good reason to look just a little smug when the priest called and asked if he could visit them to enjoy an evening of fun.
"You mean you and Sister Margaret, I take it?" Colin asked.
"Yes."
"We'll be delighted to see you," Colin assured him.
"Just one thing, Colin," the priest went on. "One working over with that belt was enough for me. If your wife and daughter want to spank me, that's fine, but no more strappings. Okay?"
"Okay, I can assure you there will be no belts."
It was arranged that their guests would arrive the following evening at about seven. As the time for that date approached, Colin and his family waited nervously. This time, they remained fully dressed, all having been showered, the women perfumed and in their most seductive lingerie.
When the car rolled to a stop at the side of the house and Colin went to greet their guests, he got a shock when he saw that instead of a nun with the priest, there were two.
He opened the back door for the two nuns and saw from the smile on Sister Margaret's face that she was enjoying his reaction to her little surprise.
"This is Sister Superior, Colin," she said, smiling.
"What a surprise and what a pleasure," he replied as he took the hand she extended to him with only a trace of a smile on her face. "I've never met a Sister Superior before. Am I supposed to kiss your ring or something?"
"Yes you are," she replied with a serious expression. "The little pink ring of my anus with your face pressed between the cheeks of my butt."
"Come in, Sister, I can see we're going to have a wonderful time," he told her, grinning, his penis coming to life and stiffening strongly.
She looked to be in her mid forties, but from the way she carried her body with such pride, Colin guessed that she would prove to have a good, firm figure. Just for a moment, he wondered whether the imperious looking woman would permit him to fuck her, but the thought left his mind. With or without fucking, he sensed, she would prove to be an exciting partner in sex, a thrilling addition to their circle.
He led his guests to the comfortably furnished basement room where his family rose to greet the new arrivals. Going to the bar, they chatted amiably as Colin poured drinks.
Marie went to the priest and they shared a very passionate kiss while he fondled her bottom, then the girls went to him.
"Don't we get kissed?" Sister Superior asked and looked tauntingly at Marie.
With her tongue licking over her lips, Marie went to the nun and they embraced, their mouths mashing wetly. Marie felt strong hands rubbing down her back, felt the tongue invading her mouth with deft skill and guessed that the woman had been playing lesbian games for a long time and would be very good at them. When one of the hands reached her bottom, fingers dug into the cheek with impressive strength.
"You have a nice ass, dear," the nun told her as their kiss ended. "I am looking forward to spanking it and spanking it well."
"So am I, Sister. Are you looking forward to other things as well?"
"Many others, including chewing in the crotches of your pretty daughters. I don't usually suck cunt when my partner is a mature woman, but I love to eat girl cunt. In your case, I may make an exception if I get horny enough."
"I'll be delighted to eat your cunt, Sister," Marie told her. "I'm new at the game, but I love it and I'm learning fast."
"Do you play eat the pussy with your daughters?"
"Yes. Lord, in this family, anything and everything goes, as long as it brings pleasure."
"How exciting it will be for me, Marie to watch as a mother and daughter lap each other's cunt. Experienced as I am, I've never seen that."
The group mingled, sharing sexy kisses, then they chatted as they sipped their drinks. Although they remained fully dressed, hands wandered as breasts, buttocks and thighs were fondled and feminine hands traced the outlines of erect tools. The mood was building slowly and all seemed content with that pace, all except Clark who wanted to see the nuns with their robes pulled high and had to restrain himself from doing it.
"I've never spanked a boy, Clark," Sister Superior told him as she closed a hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. "Is it true that you enjoy being spanked?"
"Not as much as Mother and Betty, I guess, but I'm getting there. I'd love to have you take my pants down if it meant I was going to be across your bare thighs to get it."
"Tell me what else you'd love, dear," she urged, warmth in her tone despite the stern expression on her face.
"I'd love to see and feel your tits and ass and thighs and cunt and everything and I'd love to suck your cunt and spank you and fuck you."
"My, what a greedy boy you are. I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed on one score though. You see, I never permit anyone to spank me, I do the spanking. Still, I could permit you to play with my ass and kiss and lick my cheeks and crack and hole, if you want to."
"Oh yes, Sister, I'd love to do that."
"How nice, dear. If you do it nicely, then we'll arrange to have Sister Margaret submit to a spanking from you. She does have a lovely ass for it, as you know, of course."
"She sure does, but I'll bet you have a beauty too."
"Thank you, my dear. I think we're all going to have a lot of fun. Isn't it fortunate that Father Trudeau got into your sister's cunt?"
"Sister," Colin said as he came to join them, "there's something I have to ask. It's been bugging me since I met you."
"Then ask, by all means."
"Do you fuck?"
"Sometimes, but when I do, I choose to have the man under me. If I'm in the mood. I can enjoy impaling my cunt on a good, stiff cock. I hear you are very well endowed in that department."
"Thank you, Sister, I seem to have enough. I take it you like to have men under your feet or otherwise in a submissive role?"
"That's right. Have you ever played it that way?"
"No, but I have a hunch I could enjoy it with a truly dominant woman, as you appear to be."
"In this case, Colin, appearances are not at all deceptive. I don't often get a chance to have a man, but when I do, I like to make the best of it. I put poor Father Trudeau through the hoops before I gave him Sister Margaret to bring here the other night."
"You really are quite a woman, Sister. It seems a waste that you're cooped up in a convent."
"You couldn't be farther from the truth. You see, I'm essentially a lesbian and I have all those nuns and trembling, smooth skinned young novitiates under my command. Does that sound like a waste to you?"
"When you put it that way, no."
"Of course I love to administer punishment. Can you imagine the thrill when a tender, teen-aged girl comes to my suite to submit to punishment. Usually, they begin to sob and cry when I order them to strip, but they obey. What a joy to watch as they unveil their smooth young bodies while tears trickle down their cheeks."
"You almost make me want to become a nun, Sister," Betty told her, "but I'm afraid I enjoy cocks too much for that."
"To each her own, dear, but for tonight, we can play a game. You can be a nervous student and I'll be very stern. You really are a masochist?"
"I'm an everything, I guess. Masochism is a part of it. There's nothing sexual that I don't enjoy."
"Try to stay that way, dear, your life will be much richer for it."
"I don't know about the rest of you," Colin announced from the bar, "but I'm going to get out of some clothes. It's getting to be time to put this party on the road."
He began undressing and others followed suit, the males stripping naked, the females removing their dresses.
Colin was disappointed when he saw Sister Superior beginning to unfasten her habit.
"Please, Sister," he said, "I'd love it if you'd remain a nun for a while."
"Sorry, but I can't really get into the mood if I'm in uniform. Total nudity is my style."
"Then please, a compromise for Clark and me. Before you take it off, raise the hem and let us have a good look at you. It's so exciting to see a nun's thighs and panties and all that."
"Very well, but I'll have to step behind the bar and make an adjustment first. I require privacy."
"Of course, Sister," he told her and he and the others moved away from the bar as she walked behind it.
They could tell by motions that she was raising her habit and doing something under it, but had no idea what adjustment she was making. In a minute, she walked around the bar, still carrying herself with regal dignity, then she bent and caught the hem of her long robe.
Turning her back to them, she slowly raised it as they held their breath, feasting their eyes on the sight. She paused when the hem was just above the tops of her sheer, black nylons, then it was raised over beautiful, firm looking thighs and sheer, black nylon panties which hugged a nicely developed bottom.
When her clothes were above the waistband of her panties, she held them there, then turned gracefully to give them the frontal view. She stood there for almost a minute while the others eyed her, appreciatively, then, still holding her garments up, she walked back to the bar, her firm buttocks jouncing excitingly, then vanished behind it.
Standing behind the bar, she calmly stripped naked, but still did not return to join them, obviously busy with another adjustment. When she stepped out from behind the bar, there were gasps of surprise from Colin and his family.
The nun was totally naked, having removed even her garter belt and nylons. The one item she wore was a moderate sized dildo which was held firmly in place by a leather harness. It thrust out boldly at the right angle of elevation for a stiff penis and the leather was stark black, in exciting contrast with her pure white skin.
When he was able to move his eyes from the dildo, Colin saw that she had a lovely body, one which many a woman in her twenties would envy. Her breasts were not big, but they were firm and would be a delight to fondle and suck, he thought.
She walked proudly toward the group who stared at her, then paused and held her dildo as a man would hold an erection.
"Anybody interested in a nice fucking with my nigger cock?" she asked, her facial expression still firm.
There were gasps from the group. "I'd love it," Betty said, being first to regain her composure.
"So would I," Colin said, trembling.
"I'm pleased to hear that," the nun told him. "I rarely get a chance to bugger a man. Of course, I'll want your ass nice and red before I ram my nigger cock up your hole and make you plead for mercy."
Colin trembled again and knew he was going to enjoy submitting to the dominant beauty, that he would be completely submissive to her and would enjoy having her beat and humiliate him in any way she chose.
The others gathered around her and felt the stiff dildo. It had been constructed of very fine leather and felt, as they observed, just like the real thing.
"It will feel like the real thing when I put it up your little cunt," she told Betty. "Of course that will happen only after you've taken your punishment and have shed enough tears to satisfy me. I propose to put your masochism to the test tonight."
"Please do, Sister. I'll try to measure up."
At Colin's suggestion, they began pairing off to kiss and fondle each other as the temperature of the room seemed to increase appreciably for all of them.
Clark was quite pleased when Sister Superior chose him and had him sit on the carpet with her. She allowed him to fondle and suck her breasts while she told him tales of how she enjoyed beating and humiliating naked young nuns.
"And you really fuck them like a man?" he asked.
"That's right. Sometimes up the cunt, sometimes I ram my cock up between their hot, red ass cheeks. I often wish I could have a cock as well as a cunt, a real cock that would shoot cream."
"I guess that would be perfect," Clark agreed as he worked a hand into her crotch and felt the warmth and softness of her cunt. "I sure hope you'll fuck me tonight, Sister. I know you promised to fuck Dad, but I'd love to have you riding my dick. I bet your pretty tits would really bounce."
"I daresay they would and so would my ass. I'm about ready to give you a spanking now," she told him as she drew him across her thighs and fondled his smooth buttocks.
"Oh please ... may I play with your ass a little before you spank me?"
"All right, dear," she told him as he sat up and she turned over, lying on her tummy. "Wait," she said then and got up, "my cock is in the way." She unfastened the harness and dropped it to the floor, then lay on her tummy on the thick carpet. "There, that's much better."
Clark reached for her buttocks with both hands and began fondling them. They were as firm as Sister Margaret's he told himself, thought not quite as big. The firm flesh in the sheath of silken skin moved easily, excitingly under his hands, then he drew the cheeks apart and gazed into her hairless crack at an exciting little pink ring.
He touched it with his fingers, pushed the tip inside and made the nun squirm and sigh, then he pulled the finger out and still holding the buttocks well apart, he began licking her crack.
"Mmmmmm, you're good, Clark, you're very, very good. I love having my crack licked. Make it nice and wet for me. See if you can make juice run into my crotch."
Clark had played that game before and knew what to do. He licked a few more times, then, filling his mouth with saliva, he poured it into the top of her crack and watched it run down the deep valley, trembling with excitement as she sighed again and rubbed her belly on the carpet.
Satisfied that her crack was wet enough, Clark got his tongue into her crack again, this time sending it to her anus and playing there until she told him she'd had enough.
"You've really got me steamed up, Clark," she told him. "Lie on your back. My cunt needs a good lapping."
Delighted, Clark obeyed hurriedly, then the naked, highly aroused nun was kneeling astride him. She knelt with her crotch above his face for a minute, then gave a little groan of passion and he saw her coming down to his face, fingertips parting the pink lips of her pussy.
"Take a good look at it, dear," she said, pausing, "It's your lunch and I'm going to feed it to you right now."
A muffled groan came from her crotch as the soft, warm lips of her organ kissed his mouth. He began to suck and his hands claimed her buttocks, rubbing over the satiny skin, tingling with desire to spank rather than just fondle.
His tongue worked into her slit, licked lightly around the juicy interior of her cunt, then moved to her clitoris. He gave her a lovely lapping and then her crotch was rubbing over his face as she climaxed, her head thrown back, eyes closed tightly, mouth open wide as she moaned and panted in obvious ecstasy.
"What a lovely cunt lapper you are, darling," she told him. "I'm really in the mood to spank you now. Later, when your bottom is burning and there are hot tears in your eyes, I may have you eat my cunt again."
"Wait, Sister, please. Before you spank me and make me cry, please lie on your tummy for a minute."
The nun looked puzzled, but she did as he asked. He crouched beside her and put one hand on her back, the other on one buttock.
"What are you going to spank me for, Sister?"
"Oh I'll find a reason," she assured him as his hand rubbed over her firm, smooth bottom.
"Maybe I can help you," he said, then the hand on the small of her back pressed down hard and his other hand delivered a stinging spank. Caught off guard, it took the nun a few seconds to break his grip on her so that she could roll out of his reach. Before she did that, however, she had taken six stinging spanks and pink showed on her creamy white cheeks.
"How dare you," she said, glaring, anger in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sister," he told her. "I guess you are going to have to punish me for that."
Her expression remained stern, but the anger left her eyes as she understood why he had done it.
"Yes Clark, I shall indeed. It is a terrible thing to spank a Sister Superior on the bare ass. I think I'm going to punish you in the same way, only much more severely."
"Oh Sister, please, don't spank me. Don't take me across your beautiful thighs and spank my ass. It will sting and my dick will get all hard," he told her, despite the fact that his penis was already very hard indeed.
"Come with me, you bad boy. First you are going to kiss the ass you dared to spank, then I am going to take you over my lap and spank yours."
Clark made a pretense of protest as she took him by the hand and led him to an armless chair. On the way, he noted that he was not going to be the only one getting his bottom spanked. Father Trudeau had Marie lying over his thighs, her plump bottom growing red and hot under his slapping hand, while Colin was obviously enjoying spanking Sister Margaret's big behind and she was howling her siren song as she shed happy tears and rubbed her body over his thighs, her big breasts swaying.
And then the nun was standing as he knelt and with reverence, kissed her slightly pinked buttocks. When she was ready, she told him to stand, then she sat and he lay across her thighs, presenting his buttocks in perfect submission for his spanking. He didn't really want it, but it was the price of admission and he was pleased to pay it.
From the first stinging smack, Clark saw that the nun knew all about spanking and that her style was to make it sting. She spanked so efficiently that he did not have to pretend crying at all, after three or four slaps, the tears came naturally and they flowed for a long time before she finally decided he had enough and called a halt to it, holding him on her lap as he went on crying and she fondled his hot buttocks, delighting in the feel of his stiff penis on her thighs.
He got off her lap and stood rubbing his stinging behind while she smiled an erotic smile as she stared at his twitching penis, forgetting for the moment her penchant for lesbianism as she thought of how much he wanted to fuck her.
"Come, Clark," she told him, "give me another hot cunt lapping and if you do it well enough, I'll let you fuck me. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes, Sister, more than anything in the world."
She had him lie on his back on the floor and once again she knelt astride his face and slowly lowered her crotch until the tender lips of her cunt touched his mouth in a light kiss and he began sucking, rubbing her luscious buttocks and wishing he had been given a chance to spank them, yet not feeling in the mood to complain about anything.
He gave her the lapping she wanted and as she jerked into climax, she massaged his face with her hot, wet crotch, driving him wild with delight and making him want more and more.
The more she gave him, came when she lay on her back on the floor and invited him to mount her warm, smooth body. As he pushed his stiff organ into her cunt, he was delighted to find it tight and hot, as tight, almost, as Betty's, tighter than his mother's.
While he fucked her, he looked around at the orgy taking place all over the room. He couldn't understand why, but he thought of all the boys and girls he knew, children who lived very ordinary lives, boys who had to masturbate and wonder what it would be like to be with a naked woman or girl, to be doing all the things they could only dream and wonder about.
The rest of the evening was an orgy of which ancient Rome would have been envious and before the priest left with the two nuns, every conceivable sex act had been performed and enjoyed and the participants in the orgy were drained and weak knead with ecstatic fatigue.
But it was only the beginning and none knew it better than Clark, Betty and Debbie. At their ages, they had a big head start on other children and with their parents and friends as teachers, they knew that they would develop into special people, very special people who would make their own rules, charter their own courses and wring out of life all the pleasure they could stand.
Whether or not the world was ready for them, they were more than ready for the world.
