It was festive at the country club. The ballroom and bar were crowded with well dressed, successful young men and their lovely, beautifully groomed wives. It was the evening of the annual Junior Chamber of Commerce dinner dance. Every well-heeled young couple in town was there.
The natural center of attention, as always, was Harry and Marie Carlson. Harry and Marie were the most successful, most sought-after, best-looking couple in town.
Harry was President of the Jaycees; in his mid-thirties, Harry was tall and handsome. Marie, a few years his junior, was the most beautiful and delicious of women; she looked ten years younger than she actually was. She, like her husband, was tall and fair and a natural blonde. Where Harry was athletic and muscular, Marie was all sweet, lush, firm, inviting curves.
Harry and Marie were true to each other in their fashion. They cheated on each other constantly, but were very discreet about it. As a couple they indulged their erotic desires and their perverted desires; they indulged these desires both as a couple and independent of each other; group sex and group perversion were common events in their lives.
As the music and dancing couples swirled around them, Marie was whispering in Harry's ear.
"Honey?" Marie whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I hope you've got something lined up, because I'm going to ditch you for Sam Grimes," she whispered.
"Sam's here? I didn't see him."
"He's here with Bernice, as usual. He can slip away from her with no sweat. You know how Bernice is ... " she added with subtle meaning.
"Yeah. I sure do. Well, if you're gonna latch onto Sam, I think I'll just grab Bernice for myself. She's always been a hot number."
"And she's got hot pants for you," Marie laughed softly into her husband's ear. "Dance me over toward the edge of the dance floor, near Sam and Bernice. As soon as Sam sees us, he'll make his move and drift away. I'll intercept him, and you'll have Bernice all to yourself."
"Okay."
They danced to the edge of the floor and casually separated. In a moment, Marie was with Sam, while Harry was whirling Bernice out onto the dance floor. Marie and Sam slipped out of the ballroom to the deserted outdoor terrace.
In the shadows in the corner of the terrace, Marie and Sam arched their bodies tight together as they kissed. She drilled her tongue into his mouth and lashed her tongue teasingly at his.
They were rubbing their bodies excitedly together and were breathing heavily when the deep kiss ended.
"Where's your car parked?" Marie asked in a low voice.
"Around the other side of the building ... less chance of us being seen there ... "
"Good. Let's go."
In less than a minute they were in his big, new car. And then they were driving along the road that led out of the country club grounds. They both relaxed, knowing that they hadn't been seen leaving.
"Where are we going?" Marie asked, sliding across the seat to snuggle close to Sam. She put her hand way up on his thighs and squeezed with meaning.
"My place down by the lake. Bernice won't show up there."
"You certain?"
"No," he grinned. "If she does, she'll be with your hubby. We'll just make it an orgy."
"I don't want that. Not for what I have in mind."
"Neither do I ... "
He turned off onto a narrow, winding road of pot-holed blacktop and drove slowly until they broke out of the dense forest into a clearing by the side of the lake. The cabin was close to the water's edge. Close by the cabin floated a dock in the calm, lapping water. A power boat, row-boat and canoe were tethered to the dock.
With their arms around each other, their hips bumping, they walked from the car along the dirt path to the cabin. Inside, once they turned on the lights and pulled down the shades, they turned and faced each other. Sam raised his arms as if to embrace Marie and took a step toward her.
"Stop right there," Marie said.
Her voice was low and cold and charged with commanding force. Sam stopped in his tracks, and, oddly, color began to drain from his face.
"Marie ... "
"Take your clothes off. Every stitch. And be quick about it."
She spoke with cold, commanding authority.
They stood facing each other for a tense moment, the atmosphere electric with challenge. Her eyes stared into his; he stared back. But he averted his eyes first, and his shoulders sagged slightly. The subtle, important victory was hers, and Marie immediately felt her body surge with dynamic strength.
Sam was not a big man. Marie was tall, and he was barely taller than she. He had a boyish look that belied his age. With trembling hands he submitted, and began to remove his clothes. She watched with icy-blue, glittering eyes, a little smile playing on her lips.
When he was naked, Marie let her eyes slowly play over him. It was almost as if roles had been reversed, and, in a way, it seemed as if he were a slave girl on the auction block, and she was considering bidding for his body.
"Stay right where you are. Don't move," Marie said in her low, commanding voice.
Meekly Sam nodded, submitting. He stood there, stiff and self-conscious in his nakedness, waiting for her next command. With a quick, graceful movement Marie unzipped her dress and slipped it off. She stepped out of her half-slip and stood looking at him, her voluptuous curves over-spilling her wispy black half-bra and scanty black lace panties.
From her purse she took a round, black leather case. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she slowly unzipped the case.
Coiled tightly inside the case was a small, custom-made, snake skin whip. She took the coiled whip from the case and the slender lash slowly uncoiled.
Though the lash of the whip was slender, it was capable of dealing out stinging pain. As the whip uncoiled, Sam unconsciously took a backward step away from Marie.
"Stay right where you are, Sam. Don't move."
Marie flicked her wrist with a practiced motion that snaked the coil quickly and smartly at him. The whip cracked wickedly a fraction of an inch from her fear-bleached cheek.
"Don't whip me, Marie ... Please, please, don't ... " he begged in a weak, trembling voice.
"Quiet, Stop your whimpering, you coward," she sneered. "Now. Lie down on the bed ... face-down," she ordered.
Slowly he walked over to the bed and sprawled out, face-down, his body shivering with fear.
Marie's arm pumped and the lash of the whip leaped, cutting through the silence of the room, making a high-pitched, whistling noise. The lash slashed over his back, leaving a harsh red welt that ran diagonally from his shoulder to the small of his back.
Sam cried out in pain and his body writhed on the bed. Marie pumped her arm and the lash of the whip bit again into the flesh of his back. She thrashed him four more times quickly with the slender, snake skin whip, each blow cutting into his back. Welts and bruises and drops of blood marred his back.
He shouted in pain. His body thrashed in agony and anguish on the bed as Marie flogged his back with strong, merciless precision. As she beat him with the whip a lock of golden hair tumbled over one of her blue eyes. As her arm pumped and arced, lashing him, her tits bounced, nearly spilling out of the sheer half-cups of her bra. Her panty-clad buttocks twitched and jiggled with each blow she slammed down on him.
Sam sobbed and whimpered and screamed as blinding pain tore through him as she lowered the lash of the whip to his taut, clenched buttock cheeks.
Marie was a vision of graceful, sadistic beauty as she slashed the slender whip over his fear-clenched ass. He wailed in agony as the coil cut into his buttocks, welting, bruising, drawing blood.
Marie planted her feet wide apart and flogged Sam with concentrated fury. The lash of snake skin left crisscrossing cuts and welts over his heaving, tormented buttocks.
She laughed at his strangled cries of pain and mocked his pleas for mercy. With cruel rhythm she cut his ass up with the slashing lash of the whip.
Sam jerked and heaved under the solid flogging of the whip. His cries were clearly becoming a perverted mixture of pleasure and pain. With all the strength she could muster, Marie laid the ship to his bleeding ass. The impact drove him down into the mattress, and he howled eerily.
From experience, Marie knew what the eerie cry from Sam signified. She tossed the whip aside and quickly skinned off her panties and bra. In all her glorious, voluptuous, naked beauty she gracefully went to the bed where Sam writhed, face-down, in pain. With surprising strength she flipped him over onto his pain-wracked back.
"Just as I thought," Marie grinned.
Her eyes were staring at his groin. The ferocious flogging had sexually stimulated him. His cock was rearing up, long and thick and hard, throbbing in masochistic response to the sadistic beating he had suffered at her hands.
She quickly climbed up on the bed and straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her cunt poised just over the bulging head of his wang. She ran her hand slowly up and down the full, swelling length of his prick.
Then she squatted, straddling him, until her hot, moist, pussy lips brushed over the tip of his hard cock. He groaned. Then she slowly lowered herself.
She sighed as she felt herself being slowly impaled on his thick cock. It slowly slid into her, and the moist, warm lips of her cunt clung passionately to it.
She sank down as her cunt gobbled up his cock, swallowing it whole. It filled her deliciously. She began to work her hips up and down with slow, teasing motion. She pivoted over him, circling her hips, skidding her lush, firm bottom over his thighs. He bucked his hips as she took his prick with her cunt.
"Marie ... " he gasped.
"Mmmmmm ... "
Round and round and up and down she moved as she stirred her vaginal walls with the thickness of his buried prick. Then she folded forward, covering his body with hers, her ripe tits mashing against his chest.
She glued her lips to his, darting her tongue into his mouth. She worked her hips more and more swiftly up and down and round and round on his boner. They clawed at each other's bodies as she rode him from the top.
His cock, glistening wet, pistoned in and out of the blonde, hairlined pink opening of her pursed pussy lips, now stretched into a wide, sucking circle on his screwing cock.
She was burning up as her steaming pussy raced on his cock. Her luscious body rubbed over his as she fucked him wildly, controlling the tempo. His cock lurched and twisted and jabbed deep into her cunt.
His sweating hands cupped the heaving cheeks of her buttocks. Her ass moved in desperate rhythm as they both raced toward their finish.
He grunted, trying to keep pace with her as she gyrated wildly on top of him. She squeezed and ground her pussy lips on his hard-on. His throbbing cock reacted by flexing as he felt the vaginal squeezing of her internal muscles. She thrust wildly over him, screwing her cunt lips around and up and down on his prick.
With faster and faster rhythm her cunt danced and rotated on his prick. Her lips were mashed to his, and their tongues were clashing in his mouth. She was a wild, tireless aggressor.
The strokes were quicker and quicker now as they both neared their finish. She gurgled over him with pleasure.
"Stay with me, Sam, stay with me!" she cried. "Harder! Faster!"
"I'm with you!" he grunted.
They cursed and mouthed obscenities at each other in mutual passion. And then, deep in her pussy, his cock bloated and began to spit its load. She screamed like a banshee as her orgasm hit her, too. The bed springs squeaked and groaned under them. Brutally, their slick bodies ground together.
After a moment's rest, after the last ripple of climax had faded away, Marie rolled off of Sam with a sigh and his wet, limp prick slipped out of the sheath of her pussy.
Meanwhile, Harry had slipped away from the country club with Bernice. As they drove through the night, Bernice was cuddled close to him, her eager hand in his lap, petting teasingly the bulge of his rising erection through his light weight summer trousers.
"I love to cheat on Sam with you, Harry, darling," Bernice purred as her hand rubbed over his hardening cock. "Do you love to cheat on Marie with me?"
"That's a funny question, Bernice," he grinned.
"I guess it is, seeing as you're with me. Where are we headed, lover?"
"Well, if I know my wife and your husband, and I think I do, right now they're at your cabin by the lake. So, you and I are going up to my cabin near Mount Clemonds."
"Isn't it convenient that we both have vacation places?" she giggled, squeezing his boner so hard that he winced.
They drove through the night, swiftly, climbing the dark, wooded foothills leading to the mountains. Up into the mountains they drove, climbing, until Harry took a turn and pulled the car up next to the rambling cabin nestled in dense woods at the foot of a sheer cliff. The air was cooler and crisper at this elevation than it had been down in the valley at the country club.
As soon as they got the lights on inside of the cabin, Bernice was on her knees before Harry, her fingers unzipping his fly and fumbling with the buckle of his belt. She was desperately eager to get his swollen cock out in the open.
As Bernice reached her little hand into his open fly, Harry reached down and viciously yanked her auburn hair. She let out a cry of surprise and pain. Her hand fluttered out of his fly empty as he cruelly yanked her hair, bending her body back from the waist.
"Harry! Owwwww! That hurts! Stop!" she screamed.
It felt as if he was going to pull her hair out by the roots.
"Please, Harry, stop!" she cried as tears of pain began to brim in her eyes.
"I didn't want my cock sucked right now, Bernice," he snarled, cruelty shinning in his eyes. "I have other plans."
Pulling the screaming Bernice painfully by the hair, he dragged her up to her feet. Then, with one hand still tangled in her hair, he began slapping her in the face ... forehand and backhand ... snapping her head from side-to-side. His hard slaps left ugly red blotches on her cheeks. She cried and whimpered and sobbed as he slapped her hard.
With fast, rough hands Harry quickly stripped her naked. He let go of her hair and stepped back to gaze at her nakedness. She was petite, and every inch of her body was beautifully molded. Her auburn hair was in disarray and tumbled over her forehead. She had a pretty face, with fragile, exquisite features.
Casually, leaving Bernice cowering where she stood trembling in her nakedness, Harry walked over to the ping-pong table and picked up a paddle.
When Bernice saw Harry coming back with the wooden ping-pong paddle she shrank back, quivering in abject fear. Harry looked cruel and menacing.
"Harry ... W-what are you going to do to me ... ?" she asked in a little, defeated voice.
"I'm going to play ping-pong, Bernice, and you're going to be the ping-pong ball," he laughed harshly.
"No, no ... ! No, Harry, no!" she cried as she cringed nakedly before him as he strode over. She felt weak and helpless.
"Oh, yes, Bernice, yes," he laughed with chilling cruelty.
"Don't hurt me ... I'll do anything for you ... anything!" she begged.
"You'll do anything for me, Bernice, no matter what I do to you."
"Please, Harry! No!"
She stretched out her arms feebly, her palms facing him, as if to ward off the blows.
Bernice's defense was as if nothing to Harry. With a wild yell he lunged at her. His arm chopped down and the flat wooden ping-pong paddle swatted her right tit from the side. She screamed. Her tit bounced. A red splotch sprang up on the sloping side of her vibrating tit.
Splat!
The ping-pong paddle slammed flat against the front of her inflamed right tit, battering the little pink nipple, crushing her swaying cone out of shape on impact.
And then, as she shrieked in pain, he swatted her left tit with the flat, hard, ping-pong paddle. She cried in pain and big tears spilled from her agonized eyes.
Splat! Slap! Splat!
Harry began to methodically, sadistically, batter her tits with the paddle ... first the right tit, then the left. Each slap of the hard, swatting paddle drove her nipples painfully back into the jiggling, inflamed cones of her breasts.
Bernice screeched in awful breast-pain, unable to defend herself as Harry beat a vicious tattoo over her tits ... he swatted left and right, right and left, beating one tit then the other. Her breasts bounced and bobbed as he swatted them. They were puffy and blotched with red from the tit-flogging. The pain in her chest constricted her breathing.
Harry took a quick step and knotted his hand in the sobbing Bernice's hair again and forced her to bend over. As he forced her into a humiliating, bent-over position, her creamy, juicy, firm buttocks jutted out, vulnerable, presenting an ample, inviting target.
Holding the crying girl down, Harry began to spank her jiggling, shimmering buttock cheeks with the ping-pong paddle.
"Harrrrrrrrry!" she screamed through her tears and pain.
He walloped the ping-pong paddle with quick, vicious rhythm over her upturned, quivering buttocks, turning them into a mass of angry red blotches and welts. He cruelly spanked her flaming red ass with the paddle until the combination of the tit-flogging and ass-spanking tired his arm out.
She yelped as he suddenly pushed her down on all-fours.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said thickly.
"Yes, yes ... " she gasped in pain and desire.
"I'm going to screw you in the asshole."
"No! Not that way! Please! No!"
"Pipe down. You'll take whatever I give you."
She whimpered and pleaded. He laughed. He was humiliating her, subjugating her, making her stay on all-fours like a bitch-in-heat, as if she were ready and hot for any stray dog that might happen by.
Harry began to rub his cockhead up and down along the deep crack in her ass. She sobbed and swayed on all-fours, her ass and tits aching with pain from the flogging.
And then, without further warning or preparation, he mounted her from behind and jammed his hard cock between the lush cheeks of her ass, now spread wide apart by his cruel hands.
Her pain and humiliation and excitement were making her perspire, and a tiny drop formed in the crack of her ass, moistening the entrance for him. The hard tip of his prong circled and prodded in her back entrance way. Then he jerked his hips and his prick rushed forward, pushing inward, very hard and hurting, the tip beginning to penetrate.
"Aggggggghhhh ..."
He pushed harder and felt her inner defenses beginning to give. And then, with a violent thrust, he penetrated. His cockhead rammed wide the tight elastic ring of her anus and began to slide slowly and painfully in. She screamed and tried to crawl out from under him as she felt the sharp pain of his penetration into her tender asshole.
"Aiiiie! God! It hurts, hurts!"
He thrust harder with his hips and more of his big, hard cock began to disappear from sight into the warm depths of her rectum.
"Oh! God! It hurts! Feels soooo weird! Soooooo weird ... and sooooooo good ... Yes! Fuck me in the ass! Screw me! Hurt me! Fuck me in the ass hard! Kill meeeeee!" she wailed.
"I'll fuck you so hard in the ass you won't sit down for a week!"
"Owwwwwww! Aggggggghhhh!"
He impaled her on his big, hard prick. It sank deeper and deeper into her asshole. He reveled in his power over her as he rolled his hips, impaling her on his stiff shaft. The lush cheeks of her buttocks began responding, contracting around his sinking pole.
And then he began to screw her in the asshole.
There was pain for Bernice, but she loved it. His cock speared in, rotated, lunged around in the fleshy, steamy depths of her rectum. As he screwed her in the ass he slipped his thick finger under and dipped it into her soaked pussy lips.
He now had her skewered on his finger in her cunt and his cock in her ass. He fingered and cock-fucked her in matched rhythm and she groaned beneath him.
His cock was scraping in and out and she rolled and jerked beneath him, offering herself in submissive abandon, loving the pain, loving the humiliating way in which she was being ravished. Now his balls were slapping against her aching, red, welted, bucking buttocks as he sawed his cock in and out of the steamy ring of her rectum. He was ramming it to her with long hard strokes, and she was sobbing with delight, pain and excitement.
"Christ, what an ass!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Harrrrrrrrry ... "
The moist flesh of her anal walls squeezed tightly around his cock as it plundered her. His cock drove cruelly in and out of her. His cock plunged cruelly into the warm and moist sheath of her rectum as she bucked beneath him, grunting breathlessly, her pussy sopping wet as he fingered her there.
His thick finger was rapidly and deeply plumbing the depths of her cunt as his raging cock made her rectum flame with savage, painful, delicious fire.
She was hissing her pleasure and pain through clenched teeth as he took her in this humiliating way, spitting out obscene words as he took her.
Her entire lovely body was quivering as his hard, fleshy pole buried itself deep inside her rectal tunnel. She twitched beneath him on all-fours, groaning, whimpering. She took him in servile fashion, her face flushed and twisted with pain and passion, her nostrils flaring, her neck straining, her auburn hair tossing.
His cock drove and flexed in her rectum as his thick finger fucked her dripping pussy. She writhed wildly under him, waving her ass back at his impaling cock, grinding her cunt on his finger. The double-fucking of ass and cunt by cock and finger had her wailing wildly. She slaved under him, meeting him stroke for stroke, her rectum and vagina clasping as he plundered her.
Again and again she felt the harsh slap of his balls against her heaving, aching buttocks. The tight circle of her puckered anus was hot and clinging as she pushed and rotated her ass back against his screwing shaft.
His finger was working around inside of her pussy, stirring the warm depths as he grunted behind her, his cock flashing in and out of her warm bottom. She moaned and cursed and mewed beneath him, twisting and squealing with abandon, loving the double ravishment that he was subjecting her to.
His cock was a rampaging thing as it plundered her anal softness, driving, pulling, rotating with jackhammer thrusts. His finger played in her creamy twat as she jerked wildly, her tits swaying and bobbing. Her rectum was taking his pile-driving thrusts as he sobbed under him.
He beat up the pace of his double-fucking of Bernice, grunting and groaning and cursing as she swayed beneath him on all-fours. His cock ground hard and deep and fast as it bored deep inside of her asshole. Her tits quivered and bobbed and heaved as he thrust faster and faster into her rectum, driving his finger and cock deep inside of her pits of passion.
It was a double, a double weird finish for her as her warm juices began to ooze. He shot thick, sticky gobs of sperm into her rectum as she screamed and jerked beneath him, her rectum and cunt working wildly on his finger and prick.
Wet, hot sperm shot up into her belly, and her come was soaking his fingers and hand. As they came the room was filled with wet, sloshing, sucking sounds. Jet after jet of his come filled her as she shivered through her fantastic finish.
She collapsed, going limp, gasping for breath, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her rib cage. Her asshole and cunt tingled deliciously.
She lay under him, flat on her stomach, his deflating cock deep in the tight clutch of her asshole ring. Her cunt was palpitating and her asshole was on fire as everything blotted her mind but the crude and cruel way in which he had abused and used her.
"Harry ..."
"You've got a sweet, tight asshole, baby, the kind I like..."
Chapter 2
While Marie was punishing and using Sam Grimes, and Harry was doing the same with Bernice Grimes, the 11 o'clock news was lighting television screens all over town. In Harry's and Marie's lavish home, a color television set was flickering the news, but their two young daughters had turned the sound so low that it was barely audible.
Betty and Carol Calson were sitting on the plush sofa, neither paying any attention to the news program. Betty was fifteen, and Carol was thirteen. Both girls were blondes; fair hair ran in the family. Both had striking beauty and lovely young figures, though, at fifteen, Betty was taller and riper than her younger sister. But the younger girl had the tempting kind of curves that turned heads. The girls were on their favorite topic ... boys.
"And that's why I made Bob bring me home early tonight," thirteen-year-old Carol was saying to her older sister.
"How old is Bob anyway?"
"Fifteen. Same as you."
"Oh. That explains a lot," Betty laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"He's a baby. He's the same age as I, but a boy's a baby compared to a girl the same age."
"He's a baby, all right," Carol said with disgust. "All the boys I know are babies. They're such dopes."
"That's because they're too young to know which end is up," Betty grinned. "With your looks and shape you can date older boys, the way I do. You know I always date guys who're older than I am, Carol."
"Yes. But it isn't so easy for me. At least you're in high school, and have the chance to meet them ... but junior high's a drag."
"Where there's a will, there's a way."
"I guess I'll have to be more forward ... hang around where the older boys are ... "
"That's the idea. Don't wait for boys to make the first move. You have to make the first move. I used to believe the fairy tale that guys are aggressive and girls sit around and wait. But I don't believe that myth anymore."
"But I thought ... "
"Forget what you thought, Carol. Listen. If I sat around waiting for guys to make the first move, I'd never have fun. And I don't mean sitting around waiting for them to call, either."
"What do you mean?" Carol asked her older sister eagerly. And then she was startled by her sister's next question.
"Are you still cherry?"
"Yes ... " Carol answered, flushing slightly, bowing her head.
"I lost my cherry when I was as old as you ... thirteen," Betty grinned.
"You did?"
"Sure. I was damned if I was gonna save it for my wedding night. That's dumb. Who wants to wait that long and miss all the fun?"
"I don't wanna save it, either. I hate being a virgin. I really do! I want to know what it's like. I ... "
"In other words, you wanna get laid," Betty said, leaning in close to her lovely little sister.
"Yes. I wanna get laid."
"How far have you gone with a boy?" Betty asked as she took Carol's hand in hers.
"Not very far ... "
"Oh, come on! Don't be coy. You've necked a lot, haven't you?"
"Sure. Sure I have ... "
"You've at least 'Frenched', haven't you?"
"Sure. I 'Frenched' Bob tonight, and as soon as I got my tongue between his lips he pulled away and looked at me like I was a whore or something."
"Christ!"
"So I made him bring me home early."
"I don't blame you. Ever get a good feeling up?"
"No, not really. Some clumsy pawing, that's all ... The boys I know ... they're such babies ... They start to fumble around and then-it's like the lose their nerve ... "
"God! Thirteen, with tits like yours, and you've never really had a good feel job!" Betty said in disbelief. "I'll bet no boy's ever put his hand up your dress to finger you ... right?"
"Yeah ... Right ... "
"And I'll bet you've never had your hands or lips on a cock ... right?"
"Right ... "
"What a waste! With your shape you should get plenty of action, Carol."
Betty reached over as she leaned in close to Carol and palmed her little sister's right tit, fondling it with gentle skill, dragging her thumb over the sensitive nipple. Carol groaned and sagged toward her older sister as the hand caressed her tits through her sheer blouse and fragile bra.
"Feel good?" Betty asked as she felt-up her younger sister's tits, knowing with sure feminine instinct and experience exactly how to give a girl delicious sensations.
"That ... feels sooooo wonderful ... " Carol softly sighed.
"I know. I love being felt-up, too. But I'd better stop. I don't wanna turn you on and leave you hanging," she smiled as she took her caressing hands from the girl's heaving tits. "You have a nice pair. A nice handful. And they'll be more of a handful as you get older. But, you've got more now than a lot of grown women have. Big tits run in our family," Betty laughed. "Mom's got a really nice set, and so do I ... and so do you. First thing, Carol, stop wearing a bra."
"But Mom ... "
"Mom doesn't care. She knows I don't wear one. We talked about it. She agreed with me that if a girl doesn't need one, she shouldn't wear one."
"Mom said that?"
"Sure. She doesn't wear one most of the time, either. She said she wears one out of habit. She doesn't need one, either. She's got big, firm boobs. You should see them! I saw her once coming out of the shower. Wow, what a pair! So, why should you wear bras, Carol?"
"I'll burn them in the morning," Carol giggled.
"You do that," Betty laughed. "I'll supply the matches." Then she paused and looked directly into her little sister's eyes. "But seriously, Carol, it's like I told you. You can't wait for a guy to make his move. A girl's gotta be aggressive."
"But boys don't like it when a girl's aggressive ... Do they?"
"They love it," Betty grinned. "Look, you see a guy you like, then make yourself available. Get to meet him anyway you can. Don't wait for him to make the approach. And, if you want action, don't wait for him to get started. You take the initiative. You'd be surprised how many girls seduce guys, rather than the other way around."
"You're putting me on, Betty."
"Nope. Look. When you're necking with a guy ... well, start tonguing him. Next thing you know, he'll be feeling you up. Then you slide your hand on his lap and begin to play with his cock, even unzip him and take it out."
"You do that?" Carol asked, her eyes wide.
"Sure. No guys ever seduced me. I do the seducing. And boy, do they respond! They love it! With some guys, heck I do it all."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I really love 'em up ... come on so strong I overwhelm 'em. Get 'em so steamed up and weak I can do whatever I want. Then maybe I'll blow 'em or lay 'em ... me on top ... that's the real fun ... and I'll tell you ... guys love it when you take over. They act like grateful puppies, and you can do whatever you want. I like that! I'm an aggressive girl. And, very horny," she added with a laugh.
They talked and talked, and it was past midnight, and Carol drank in eagerly all of the lurid tales of her older sister's exploits. Finally, Carol got up and yawned. She looked down at her older sister, admiration shining in her eyes.
"Before you call it quits, Carol, I want to tell you a bit more."
"Okay," Carol said eagerly.
"You know, there're all kinds of variations on the theme ... lots of perverted ones."
"What do you mean by variations and perverted?"
"Well, there's sadism. That's inflicting pain ... whipping ... torture. Things like that. And there's masochism. A masochist is a person who loves to suffer pain. Both sadists and masochists get sexual pleasure from giving pain or suffering pain."
"Geee, that's weird!"
"Yeah. Listen. I found this book on the kind of stuff in Daddy's study. It was hidden in back of other books. I'll show you where it is. When you read it and see the wild pictures in the book your eyes'll open wide. I'll show you where the book is tomorrow ... "
"Okay! I wanna know everything!"
"You're a real eager beaver, aren't you?" Betty laughed.
"You bet I am!" Carol laughed.
"Okay. I'll show you the book tomorrow."
"I really enjoyed this talk, Betty. I'm gonna do what you told me to do." She giggled. "I'm gonna unzip lots of flies!"
"That's the way," Betty laughed.
"But ... now I'm going to bed. I'm bushed. You going?"
"No. I think I'll stay up and watch TV for awhile."
"Hope you don't plan to wait up for Mom and Daddy," Carol grinned.
"No way," Betty smiled. "They'll be at the part at the country club till the wee hours, and you know it."
"I know. See you in the morning. And thanks for the talk, Betty. I mean it! Thanks."
"Anything I can do to help you lose your cherry, I'm all for."
With a wave of her hand, Carol left the room and went up the stairs to her room. Betty sat there in the dimly-lighted room, not bothering to turn up the sound on the TV as she absently watched the screen, her mind drifting away in thought. Then she heard a car pull up in the driveway, heard the door slam, and knew it was her older brother, Bill.
He came into the house muttering to himself, and when Betty overheard what he was muttering, she grinned, understanding. He walked into the room still muttering to himself, and didn't notice Betty sitting there on the couch.
"Goddamn cock-teasing bitch," he was grumbling to himself. Betty gazed at her brother, barely able to suppress her giggles. He had blonde hair, like everyone in the family, and was tall and handsome. He was seventeen. "Cock-teasing bitch ... " he grumbled out loud.
"Had a date with Babs Coursen, huh, Bill?" Betty asked, holding back her giggles.
"Huh ... ?" he said, momentarily startled. "Oh, it's you, Betty. What'd you say?"
"I said ... you had a date with Babs Coursen, tonight, right?"
"Yeah. But how'd you know?" he asked, flopping down on the couch next to her.
"When you came in you were talking out-loud, complaining about a 'goddamn cock-teasing bitch'."
"I ..."
"Well, I know Babs has a reputation for being a cock-teaser. So, I guessed you were, out with her tonight. Right?"
"Yeah. But how'd you know that she's a ... "
" ... cock-teaser?" Betty laughed, enjoying her older brother's discomfort. She had him off-balance, and instinctively exploited her advantage. "Well, Bill, girls talk. Matter of fact, Babs brags about the way she leads boys on, turns them on, then turns off their water."
"Babs brags about that? The rotten bitch ... "
"Cock-teasers are the worse," Betty said, knowing her language made him feel uncomfortable. He just sat there staring at her. And, as he did, neither he nor Betty noticed Carol ...
Carol had come down the stairs in her little shorty nighty, stopping at the foot of the stairs as she overheard the conversation developing between her brother and sister.
She crouched in the dark, listening eagerly, watching their reflections in the big mirror directly across from the sofa. She could see them clearly, hear them distinctly, but she was hidden from their sight by the dark at the foot of the stairs.
"Did Babs really steam you up, Bill?" Betty was asking as she slid across the couch toward him.
"Christ!" he said in frustration.
"How far did she go?"
"Heavy necking ... and I felt her up ... but she kept stopping me ... " his voice trailed off. "I should've raped the bitch! The lousy cock-teaser!"
"Sounds like you're gonna have a bad case of ball-balls," Betty grinned, her knees touching his, her had coming to rest lightly on his thigh.
"Blue balls?" he said, startled. "How do you know about that?"
"Oh ... I've been around. I know how bad it hurts a guy when a girl leaves him high-and-dry. Gives him blue-balls. I've never done that to a guy," she said in a low voice, her little tongue running suggestively over her lips. "I'm not a cock-teaser."
"Jeez ... you've never talked like this before, Bettty," he said, confused.
"Don't be square. I'm just telling it like it is. Why be phony?"
"Ahhhh ... errrr ... no reason, I guess ... " he faltered, unsure of himself.
"Do you have a case of blue-balls, Bill?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
"Hey, Sis ... " he protested feebly, feeling embarrassed.
"Well, do you?"
"Errrahhh ... yeah ... "
"Hurt bad?"
"Yeah ... "
"If you were out with me tonight instead of Babs, you wouldn't feel bad now," she said, her hand moving slowly up his thigh as she moved closer to him.
"What ... do you mean ... ?" he asked, his voice slightly choked.
"I'm not a cock-teaser. Now you just leave everything to me. I'll make you feel better."
"But ... but ... what ... how? I mean ... you ... " he sputtered. He was confused by the way she was acting. He was ill-at-ease, and didn't know how to react to his younger sister's startling, aggressive actions and words.
"Now here's where your problem is, Bill," she purred, her hand moving up onto the lump of his swelling cock. "Feels like a big problem. A nice big problem," she said as her slender fingers began to tellingly caress the growing bulge in his pants.
"Jeez! Hey ... Sis ... you ... you can't do this ... "
"Why not?" she grinned with confidence as she boldly ran her hand over the lump of his growing prick.
"You're ... I mean ... you're my ... sister ... "
"All the more reason to make you feel better. I can undo the damage that little cock-teaser did. What're your choices, Bill? Go to bed with blue-balls ... or ... jerk yourself off. Dumb choices. Just you relax. Leave everything to me."
She whispered obscenely in his ear, and he stiffened. She flickered her tongue in his ear, making him shiver. She nibbled on his ear lobe as she continued to rub his aroused cock through his pants with one hand while, with the other, she nimbly unbuckled his belt.
"You've got a big hard-on, honey, too big and too hard for any girl to resist doing something nice about."
And zip! down went his fly and his pants sagged open, revealing his white shorts.
"Betty! God! You're driving me crazy ... You're my sister ... you ... we ... we shouldn't ... "
"If Babs did this for you ... even gave you a hand job ... you'd feel a lot better now, wouldn't you?"
"Yesssss ... "he hissed, feeling hot and weak under his younger sister's bold, unexpected advances.
"Little sister's gonna give big brother a nice treat," she whispered as she nibbled at his ear, blowing warm breath into it, making him moan. He was weak and at her mercy, and they both knew it.
From the darkness at the foot of the stairs Carol watched with wide eyes as her sister reached into her brother's shorts and closed her warm fingers around his throbbing erection.
Carol couldn't believe her eyes. She blinked as her sister took her brother's big, hard cock out of the opening in his shorts. She saw Betty's slender fingers squeezing Bill's swollen rod, moving slowly up and down on it. Bill groaned and sagged back on the couch, completely surrendered to Betty.
"Mmmmmm, so nice and big and hard," Betty purred as she palmed his swollen prick possessively. "Babs doesn't know what she missed. Feel good, baby?"
"Yeah ... God ... feels wonderful ... "he gasped.
"And it's going to feel even better. Lift your ass."
He obeyed, and, as he did, Betty quickly pulled his pants down and off, and he sat there, panting, face flushed, his cock sticking out of his shorts like a big pink log.
Betty took the waist band of his shorts and slowly dragged them off, tossing them casually aside. He sat there, naked from the waist down, except for his shirt, shoes and socks.
"Betty ... " he moaned.
"Let's really get down to the bare facts, baby," Betty grinned, in complete control of her older brother.
He looked at her with glazed eyes as she unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then his undershirt, shoes and socks. And then he was limply sunk back on the couch, completely naked and helpless.
Carol stared at the mirror-reflected images of her brother and sister. It was a strange, lurid, compelling sight. He was lolling on the couch, naked, his enormous hard-on arching up from the blonde tuffs of hair at its base. Betty was leaning over him, completely dressed, her firm tits swaying in her tight jersey, her miniskirt hiked up in back, revealing her pink, lacy panties. She had one hand slowly jerking up and down on his turgid cock; the other hand palmed his sac of balls, gently toying with them.
Chapter 3
Betty pushed Bill until he was lying flat on his back, and then she nestled down on top of him, covering his neck and chest with kisses, nipping at his nipples as if they were a girl's. He squirmed and groaned under her, completely captured in the passionate web she had woven.
"Bill, baby, you're very excited," Betty whispered as her hand whipped up and down on his cock. "I'd better take the edge off or you'll explode and come too fast. Now, just relax. You're going to love this."
"Betty! Ohhhhhhhh ... I can't ... can't stand it ... You're driving me wild ... !"
"You're mine, Bill, baby!"
"Ahhhhh ... "
She moved her lips forward as her fist still jerked up and down on his cock. With her clutching fist she directed his enormous cock toward her half-opened lips. She rubbed her moist lips gently over the tip of his hard-on, snaking her tongue out to flick it over his shaft.'
"God!" he gasped.
"I'm going to eat you alive," she giggled.
"I can't stand it ... " he panted.
She leaned down and kissed gently and wetly the very tip of his cock.
"Mmmmmm, I think this is going to be fun," she teased.
He panted as he stared in awed fascination as her blonde head came closer and closer to his throbbing prick. He shivered all over as her moist lips drew closer. And then he groaned loudly as her lips seized the hard head of his bloated cock and sucked. Her face dove forward and her lips opened in a perfect O and wetly slipped down over the thick length of his prick.
"Betty ... " he wailed.
Her head began to lift and bob and rotate. She began to smother his cock with her surging lips. She was making expert, inspired, spastic love to his cock with her fiercely active lips. Carol gasped as she watched from her hiding place.
Slowly Betty's lips were devouring Bill's cock, inch by inch. Her mouth was madly possessive. Bill writhed and groaned as he lay shivering on his back, surrendered to his sister. Avidly her red lips sucked and sucked.
Her surging lips clung to his cock tenaciously as her fingers dug into his buttocks, urging him up, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. His cock slid in and out of her wide-stretched lips. She loved the feel of its fleshy hardness filling her mouth as it snaked up and down over the length of her curling tongue.
Her lips were clamped hard around it, and her tongue was licking wildly. Her lips and tongue and teeth explored every pore of his shaft. Her blonde hair swayed and swished over his thighs and stomach as she mouthed his cock.
Betty nibbled on the hot skin of his thrusting cock. She swallowed it wetly. His balls bounced against her chin as she sucked voraciously. She squeezed his rod into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked avidly.
Her sucking, surging lips clung fiercely and hotly to his bloated prick as her fingers dug into his bucking and sweating buttocks. She caressed it with her hungering lips and thrusting tongue.
Betty was gripped with exhilaration as she possessed and vanquished him orally. Her sucking grew violent as she made gurgling sounds in her throat.
Then, with keen instinct, she tightened the grip of her lips and quickened the bob of her head as his cock began to throb and swell. She knew he was going to come.
"I'm coming ... " he croaked.
Bill shouted, moaned and cursed as the first spasm of his climax hit him. Wave after wave of sperm spurted from his cock as she continued to torment him with her lips. She darted her tongue and sucked deeply, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed the sperm down, her cheeks puffing with each hot, squirting load.
Her saliva mixed in her mouth with his hot sticky sperm. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, draining his spewing cock of hot white goo. Her lips clamped on her brother's jerking cock as she swallowed and savoured each burst of sperm. It was pungent to her taste and she loved it as she drank it down.
She sucked deeply, drawing every drop of come from his spurting cock, now pulsing deep in the hot confines of her hungry mouth. She didn't stop until he had shot his last and began to go limp in the sweet, clinging circle of her caressing lips, and then, finally, slowly, she let his big, soaked, limp prick slide out of her mouth.
He was so winded that he couldn't speak for several moments. And then, when he finally began to regain control of himself:
"Whew! You really wiped me out ... " he said, laying back as he sucked for breath. He had been devastated by the fantastic blowjob Betty had treated him to. "Never been wiped out like you wiped me out, Betty ... "
"Best blowjob you've ever had?" she grinned.
"By light years ... ! Christ! And to think ... I've been living all these years ... in the same house with you ... !"
"I've thought about that, too. Incestuous relationships aren't smiled on ... but ... who gives a damn?" she laughed.
"I ... don't anymore ... "
"In that case next time I'll lay you."
"My own sister ... Seduced by my own sister ... " he said, as if he didn't believe it.
"That's right, big boy, and she's gonna rape you every chance she gets from now on," Betty laughed. "You haven't got a chance."
"I believe it ... No girl ever took me over like you. Christ, you really shook me up, Betty."
"Wait till Carol gets her hands on you!" Carol froze when she heard Betty say her name.
"Carol?"
"Carol. She's still cherry, but she can fix that with you, Bill. Why not keep it in the family?" Betty laughed.
"But Carol's only thirteen!"
"So? Ever see the shape on her?"
"This is too much ... " he said, hardly able to grasp everything that Betty was implying.
"Think about it, Bill. You'll have a built-in harem. And, Carol and I'll have a handy stud to fuck around with whenever we're in the mood. Super, huh?"
"Jeez! My own little sisters ... "
" ... who can cut you down to size and turn you to jelly real easy," Betty taunted. "Get up," she said with sudden curtness.
"Huh?"
"Get up. Stand up. I want to get a look at you ... naked."
"Huh? Hey! Here I am bare-assed, and you got all your clothes on. You think that's fair?"
"You'll get to see plenty of me naked. Don't sweat it. Now, stand up and let me take a look at you."
The quick, easy seduction he had suffered at the hands of his younger sister had drastically altered their relationship. By yielding submissively to her he had established her mastery over him. Now, strangely, she could dominate him with merely a glance. He felt suddenly defenseless and weak before her. And, even more confusing, he discovered that he liked being dominated by her.
The idea of a girl, his own younger sister, seducing him, using him, toying with him, erotically thrilled him. The feeling was new, compelling and exciting to Bill.
Feeling weak in the knees, he stood up and faced her. With candid eyes, Betty surveyed every inch of his naked body. Her eyes paused wickedly at his groin, lingering on his long, thick, soaked, wilted prick.
"Very nice. Very, very nice," she grinned. "You've got a great body, Bill. And your cock's nice and big, the way I like 'em. Turn around and let me see the rest of you." He slowly turned until his muscular back was facing Betty. "Very nice. Okay, turn around and face me again." He did. His face was slightly flushed with shame.
"Christ, Betty ... I fell like, like, like a slave ... "
"That's just what you are," she grinned.
"Huh?"
"You're my slave, Bill, baby. I'm gonna enslave you. You're gonna do whatever I want you to do ... when I want you to."
Bill stared at his lovely, younger sister as she sat there on the couch, fully dressed, staring at his nakedness as he stood obediently before her. She radiated an air of confidence that vanquished his will.
Carol, from her hiding place, drank in the fantastic scene. She couldn't tear her eyes from Bill's big cock. Looking at his nakedness made her squirm. The way Betty had overwhelmed him and was now dominating him thrilled her. She knew she'd follow her sister's lead and, as soon as the opportunity arose, she'd conquer him too.
"Come here, Bill," Carol heard Betty saying to him.
"What?" Bill said woodenly.
"Come here. I'm gonna show you who's boss. I'm gonna give you a spanking."
"You're going to what?" Bill said in a startled voice.
"I said I'm gonna give you a spanking, Bill," she grinned maliciously.
"You gotta be kidding ... "he said with a forced smile, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously.
"Come here!"
And, before he could react, Betty reached up and grabbed his hand and arm and pulled and twisted. He was unprepared and off-balance. When she pulled and twisted his hand and arm he stumbled forward, tripped, and to his chagrin, found himself sprawling over her lap in perfect spanking position.
Betty laughed with triumphant glee. Without wasting a second she brought the stiff palm of her hand down hard on the up jutting cheeks of his taut, muscular buttocks.
"Owwww!" he shouted in surprise and stinging pain. It was humiliating for him.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her hand rose and fell quickly, and the stiff spanking palm and fingers of her hand spanked his ass soundly. He writhed on her lap, shouting and cursing ... but he didn't try to get away. The humiliation and stinging pain of the spanking was weirdly thrilling him. He had never felt a thrill like it before. He surrendered to it.
She spanked his ass, turning the cheeks to a glowing red. The imprint of her spanking hand blotched his asscheeks. As she pounded his behind with her hand she began to giggle. He was moaning and thrashing on her lap. Her miniskirt was hiked way up and she could feel his cock getting stiffer and stiffer as she spanked him. The spanking was turning him on!
Carol, from her hiding place, gawked in disbelief.
"The spanking's turning you on, baby," Betty mocked her older brother. "You're getting a big boner, baby!"
Betty could feel that his cock was now totally erect against her thighs as she spanked him. He was ready. And she was too. Rudely, roughly, she pushed him off her lap and he fell with a dull thud to the carpet. Laughing at him, she helped him up and sat him down on the couch. His cock stuck up from his lap, swollen and hard.
His eyes bugged out as Betty quickly stripped naked. He stared and his mouth gaped as he stared at the luscious firm curves of her body. The flawless beauty of his sister's body left him speechless.
With a graceful move she sat down on his thighs and his boner pressed against her belly. She grinned at him wickedly. Her legs dangled down outside of his legs as she sat astride him.
"Baby, I'm going to screw you silly," she laughed.
"Betty! Christ!" was all he could manage.
She crushed her lips to his, drilling her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue hungrily as she crushed her tits against his chest, her stiff nipples teasing him as they rubbed over his flat nipples.
"My tits!" she said urgently.
Bill obeyed eagerly. His lips slid down over the slope of her tit and her long, stiff, pink nipple popped into his mouth and he sucked on it thurstily, as if it could provide him with a drink.
Betty's pussy was soaked, and her creamy juices made his thighs slippery as she squirmed. Then, as he sucked her tits wildly, she jacked her hips and lifted her ass and his stiff cock was suddenly trapped by her juicy pussy lips. When his cockhead rubbed against her clitoris she squealed with delight and rubbed and wriggled on his lap.
She arched and pressed harder against him. He shuddered with a grunt, engulfed by the lure of her. Then Betty's hand reached down and grasped his hard shaft. She lifted her hips and tucked the achingly engorged head of his cock into the fleshy lips of her pussy.
"Ahhhhh ... " he sighed.
"Now you're gonna get it," she said huskily.
As she mashed down her cunt, swallowing his cock with the inner lips of her cunt, she pulled his mouth away from her tingling tits and crushed her lips to his, snaking her tongue into his mouth.
The tender, moist folds of her cunt passageway seemed to hotly suck his cock within its depths, and he thought he could feel every part of her pulsating cunt tunnel as it worked on his cock, drawing it farther inside. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.
Her tight cunt was juicy and hot and squirmy. It grabbed and squeezed on his cock as if it were starved. Bill groaned as she began to jack up and down and round and round on his lap, her pussy sliding around on the pole of his cock.
She jerked up and down, her buttocks slapping and sliding on his thighs. His cock spiraled in and out of her clenching, soaked cunt. She was riding him wildly, and he heaved up to meet the wild tempo of her ride.
"Come on! Fuck faster and harder!" Betty cried to her old brother. "Fuck back at me! Come on! Dig it way up inside of me! Fill my cunt!"
"Jeez whatta wildcat ... " he panted and she churned, sitting astride his lap, her cunt swallowing, squeezing, squirming up and down and pivoting around on his throbbing cock.
She pumped his cock furiously with her cunt. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him hard, smearing her lips hotly over his, her tongue jabbing around in his mouth after his retreating tongue. He felt as if he were drowning in her. She was overcoming, overwhelming him with her frantic movements. He lost control. She had him totally ensnared, totally responding to her furious pace and drive. She was the aggressor.
And then ...
"Arghhhhhh!"
"Aiiiiiieeee!"
They came together. They stiffened as they churned into their climaxes. He was holding desperately to her writhing buttocks as his cock poured gallons of boiling sperm into her oozing cunt.
He toppled over backward on the couch, taking her with him, and they finished with her pumping wildly on top of him as he heaved and whined and grunted under her. Then they lay there, panting for breath, momentarily spent, still locked together.
"God, you're ... a ... a ... wildcat ... " he gasped.
"Better than Babs?" she teased, squeezing the internal muscles of her drenched cunt on his wilting cock.
"Babs? That's a laugh ... "
Carol had watched and heard it all. Nothing that Betty had told her earlier could match watching. Now she understood what sex was all about. She was steaming in her own need as she crouched in the darkness and watched her brother and sister as they lay entwined on the couch.
The next morning, Carol was in a high state of excitement. She didn't wait for Betty to show her where the book on perversions was hidden. When she was alone in the house she sneaked into her father's study and poked around on the book shelves until she discovered the book herself.
She eagerly thumbed through the lurid book. She saw whippings. She saw torture of the most cruel kind. She saw girls dressed in the most bizarre costumes indulging in torture. What she read, combined with the vivid illustrations and pictures, intrigued and stimulated her.
After finishing the book she put it back in its hiding place. As she did, she accidentally spotted another book in a plain dust cover. She sneaked it from the shelf and leafed slowly through it with growing excitement.
She turned the pages slowly. She saw erotic drawings and photos of men and women twisted into unbelievable positions as the screwed each other in the most bizarre manner. On one page two men and two girls were linked in an erotic chain of sex that made Carol blink in amazement. She thumbed slowly through the book, studying, learning, wondering if she could twist herself into the positions that were depicted so vividly.
She came to a section of the book that was page after page of cartoon drawings, beautifully and skillfully executed in color. Each section seemed to tell a story.
On the first page a girl ... unbelievably built ... got on an elevator and gave a lurid come-on to the elevator operator. On the next page the elevator operator was entering the girl's apartment, finding her waiting for him in a filmy gown that concealed nothing. In the bedroom, the girl quickly undressed the man. He was built like a stud. Carol felt her throat go dry as she looked at the young man's enormous, bull-like cock, drawn in incredible detail.
The girl took the man's cock in her hands and caressed it avidly. Then she dropped to her knees and kissed and tongued and nibbled on his shaft, now standing out in fantastic erection, like a telephone pole. The girl have his cock a glorious sucking, and her cheeks ballooned out when he came in her mouth.
Then the man fucked the girl in a conventional way. Next the girl was down on all-fours and the man was screwing her dog-style in the ass. And then the girl got up over the man as he lay on his back and took his huge cock in her hand and lowered her cunt down on it, straddling him and fucking him from the top.
Then the girl was on her back, her thighs spread wide apart as the man buried his face between her thighs and tongued and licked and sucked her pussy deliciously.
The next section of cartoons was strange. It was filled with a story of a woman who wore dynamic leather costumes and high-spiked boots. She was a dominant woman and she whipped men and subjected them to the crudest humiliations, raping them when she felt like it, making them bow to her most depraved wishes. The various ways in which she tortured the men startled and amazed Carol.
The next story in cartoons showed a girl no older than Carol was. She was spanking an old man, just like Betty had spanked Bill. The spanking aroused the old man, just as it had Bill. Then the young girl pushed the old man down and straddled him, burying his cock deep inside of her squirming pussy, humping him like mad.
Then the young girl tied the old man spread-eagled to the bed posts and pummelled him with her little fists. She beat him with a harsh leather belt, marring his ancient body. And then she screwed him. And then she sat astride his face and jammed her cunt down on his mouth, forcing him to eat her cunt.
Before she finished the book, Carol was stunned by a story of two girls. The wild lesbian love between them caused a riot of emotions to explode in Carol. Finally, Carol, her cheeks flushed, her emotions in turmoil, put the book back in its hiding place.
It had been a revelation to Carol. Armed with what she had read and seen in the books and with what she had witnessed going on between her older brother and sister, Carol felt she had to begin to try all of those erotic things herself.
The knowledge she had gleaned from the books and from watching Betty and Bill made her wise beyond her meager, virginal experience. All she had to do was lose her cherry, and everything else would follow. But first she had to get rid of her virginity.
Chapter 4
Betty had her ear glued to her parents' bedroom door. For some unaccountable reason she had paused at their door when she overheard their voices inside. Besides her mother and father, Betty was the only one in the house. Betty felt strange as she stood there with her ear pressed against the door, eavesdropping on her parents.
"The only guy I know who's as freaky as Sam is Lester King," Marie was saying.
"Lester?" Harry laughed. "I didn't know that. Are you putting me on, honey?"
"Nope," Marie grinned as her daughter, Betty, strained her ear at the door, trying to catch every word. "You know what Sam's like ... "
"Sure," Harry said. "He's a masochist from way back. But tell me about Lester."
"Well, Lester goes ape at the smallest hint that you'd like to torture him," Marie laughed. "He's the purest masochist I've ever known."
"What about sex?"
"Torture makes him a stud ... but you know how that is ... " she smiled.
"Yeah ... "
"But what Lester likes to do the most ... is suck pussy ... "
"Is that right? Lester's a cunt-lapper, ehh?"
"Is he ever! He's better at that than anything!"
Betty moved quickly and quietly away from her parents' bedroom door. She had heard enough. She was shocked by the conversation she had overheard going on between her father and mother. It suggested so much. It implied that her parents cheated on each other and didn't keep it a secret from each other. It suggested that her parents participated in sadomasochistic behavior. And, what her mother said led Betty to believe that her mother had had perverted relations with Lester King.
Betty paused as she stepped out of the house. She knew Lester King. She called him Mr. King. He was around her parents' age, and was a pretty groovy guy.
Betty liked Lester King. He was funny and charming and lots of fun. He always treated Betty like an equal, even though she was only fifteen, and he was more than twice her age.
With a sly smile, Betty made up her mind.
Lester King owned a great boutique downtown; his store was designed to be up-to-the-minute in fashions. The clothes and accessories he carried made girls drool. And, they were outrageously expensive.
Betty made up her mind to go to his boutique right away. Her family had a charge account there. And, if what she'd overheard her mother say was true, and if she approached Lester King in the right way, well then she might have an interesting and thrilling experience with him.
Marie left the house no less than five minutes after Betty did. If Marie knew that Betty had overheard her conversation and at this minute was on her way over to Lester King's store ... but she didn't know. She got into her car and drove downtown. Her destination was the same as her daughter's. But she couldn't know that.
It was early afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day. Marie pulled her car into the self-parking lot and found a space. It would only be a short walk to Lester King's boutique.
The light, clinging dress Marie was wearing clung seductively to her voluptuous curves as she got out of her car and began her walk out of the parking lot. From the corner of her eye she noticed a big, husky black boy standing next to a parked car in the lot. Otherwise, the parking lot was deserted.
Marie was paying no attention to the big black boy as she came abreast of his car. And then she felt herself being grabbed in broad daylight. She tried to scream, but he clamped his big, hard hand cruelly over her mouth, stilling her. He dragged her toward his car. She kicked and jerked as he dragged her. He was too big and too strong. Her struggles were futile. He hit her in the jaw and she blacked out instantly.
When Marie came to, her jaw ached and she had a headache. She was jammed down in the seat next to him, gagged, her wrists and ankles tightly tied with harsh, cutting rope. She looked up at him with frightened eyes.
"Cool it, baby", he grinned down at her as he drove along the highway. "You can't get away. You're takin' a little trip with me," he laughed. She tried to say something, but the gag muffled her words. "Ah guess Ah ken take your gag off now, sweet momma. Ya can't get away. The windows are rolled up and if ya scream, nobody'll hear ya."
He slowed down, reached over his big black hand and pulled the gag from her mouth.
"W-what's this all about?" Marie said, both angry and frightened.
"It's about you, momma," he laughed. "Ah took one look at ya in the parkin' lot ... saw all them juicy curves of yours, an' Ah jest hadda have ya."
"You're kidnapping me?"
"Call it that if ya like," he laughed.
"Do ... do you want money?"
"Hell, no! Ah want you!" he grinned. "You got a juicy ass, nice long legs and great knockers. Yer're the prettiest piece of white tail Ah ever seen."
"Where ... where are you taking me?"
"It ain't far from here now. Be there any minute."
They rode in silence. And then the car turned off the highway and began bumping over a rutted dirt road. He pulled the car up and stopped. He turned to her and untied her wrists and ankles. Then he went around and opened the car's door for Marie.
"Come on now, beautiful, get outta the car. You an' me, we got lots of things to do," he grinned, his teeth shining white in his brutal black face. "My name's Cal. Whut's yer name?"
"Marie ... "
"Marie. Okay, Marie. Out."
As she got out he grabbed her roughly around the waist. She struggled feebly for a moment and then leaned against him as she gave up. He chuckled. He was at least 6'5", 240 pounds, and all muscle. She let him lead her to the ram-shackled shack in a small clearing. It looked like part of an abandoned farm.
The inside of the shack was even more shabby than the outside. She tried to hold back for a moment at the doorway, but he pushed her in with a deep laugh.
"Think yer're gonna like slumin' it here with me, momma?" he grinned.
She didn't answer. The loud sound of a hard slap suddenly echoed through the room as the big black boy swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of his hand hard across her face. She staggered back, spots dancing before her eyes.
"Now you jest answer when Ah ask ya sum-pin', baby, or next time it's gonna be worse."
"W-what do you want from me," she stammered. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
"Hell, you'll see," he laughed.
"I'm frightened ... " she said in a weak, little voice.
"Cool it like a good lil' honky chick, huh? Ah'm gonna show ya a real fine, good, interestin' time," Cal smiled arrogantly down at Marie as he tweaked her cheek with his thumb and forefinger painfully, making her whimper. "Now, jest take off your duds. Ever stitch, hear?"
Her cheeks flushed. She had no choice. She knew he could kill her with his bare hands. With trembling hands she slowly stripped until she was naked. She had never felt so exposed. His eyes raped her. She kept her thighs pressed tightly together in an attempt to hide the blonde silken treasure between her thighs from his eyes.
"Walk around, baby. I wanna see it all in movement," he grinned lewdly.
She did, hating him, hating herself for having to do his bidding. He was demonstrating, with calculated purpose, the power he held over her. He was cruelly sure of himself as he watched her as she paraded nakedly before him; his eyes were hard and unyielding; she was helpless to resist his commands.
"Jesus Christ! Jest look at them titties bounce! And man, Ah love the way yer pretty ass twitches, baby!" He crooked his finger, signaling her to walk over to him.
Cal stood proud and defiant beside her, reveling in the control he held over Marie. He was confident and sure of his power. He was almost smirking. He regarded Marie with near contempt. She felt small and vulnerable next to him.
"Marie, baby, Ah never seen any chick, black or white, thet ken match ya. Ah'm crazy bout the way yer juicy white ass shakes and jiggles. And yer tits! Man! Never seen such a big, firm pair ... an' those long pink nipples ... too much!"
"Please, Cal ... " she said softly, her cheeks burning with shame.
"Man, ya really gotta nice lookin' lil' pussy there! Give us a lil' feel now ta get me warmed up some," Cal leered.
Marie automatically jumped back as his thick, big hand reached out and began stroking the soft, silky, pubic hair at the base of her belly.
"Freeze, bitch!" he commanded coldly.
The cruel and unyielding tone of his voice immobilized her and she stood cringing before him. Her face crimsoned at the indignity of having to stand there unable to move as his harsh, calloused fingers coursed around the secret protective parts of her exposed cunt. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of his black finger part her blonde pubic hair and push itself into the soft, fleshy, pink folds surrounding her vagina.
"Yeah, Marie, baby, ya got a nice tight lil' pussy hole," he grinned as he worked his finger, up and down the length of the narrow hair-lined slit. "Ole Cal's gonna bake his bread nice and long in your lil' oven. He's jest gonna lay theah an' soak and rise, an' soak an' rise, till the sun comes up again in the mornin'."
Marie felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from the pressure. Her face was red from the indignities being heaped on her.
"Marie, baby, ya jest stand there nice an' still like, ya hear?"
"Y-yes ... "
He slowly undressed, enjoying the fact that she was watching. When he was naked he posed with pride before her. Even in her fear and humiliation Marie had to silently admit that he was the most exciting specimen of manhood that she had ever seen. His shiny black body was all smooth muscles; he was huge and powerful; he looked like a black Greek god. And his long black snake of a cock was the hughest she had ever seen; limp, it was hugher than most men's completely erect. Her throat went dry and she quietly, secretly gulped.
With a grin he looked back at her, looking at her as if she were a voluptuous white prize he had won. Then he came slowly over to where she stood. And, with a sudden move that caught her completely by surprise, he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back so that she was forced to turn and fall back against him.
"Ya gonna do what Ah say without no trouble, white girl?"
She struggled in front of him, against the pain in her arm. The back of her naked body rubbed excitingly against the front of his nakedness. She clenched her teeth tightly together and refused to speak.
"Ya better learn ta answer me, baby," he hissed and continued to twist harder.
Marie grunted from the increased pain, but still refused to speak. Her lovely face was locked in a determined expression of defiance. She felt hatred and revulsion for him. She felt she had to resist him even though she knew her fate was inevitable. Her punishment and humiliation would come at his hands soon ... she knew that.
"Awright, honky bitch, yer're askin' fer it," he growled in anger and frustration at the unexpected courage she was showing in her helplessness.
He jerked forward and pushed her toward the filthy, rickety bed that sagged against the far wall. Her arm was almost twisted to the breaking point, and it was almost with relief that she felt herself being pushed face down onto the mattress. He released the painful hold on her arm.
She tried to roll away from him and his hard fist smashed into the side of her head. She groaned and her arms and legs went limp, her body splaying wide and helpless in a spread-eagled position across the bed. She was slightly dazed by the blow. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him pulling his wide leather belt from the loops of his trousers.
When she saw him with the belt in his hand she trembled and then tightened the muscles of her body. She cringed down into the lumpy mattress like a child cowering before the beating by an angry parent. And, like a small child, there was nothing she could do but lie there before her tormentor and take whatever punishment he desired to inflict on her helpless body.
Cal took the belt and, holding it by the buckle, he twirled it experimentally in the air. He laughed cruelly as he watched Marie cringe deeper into the bed when she heard it singing threateningly in a small evil circle over her naked back.
A vicious grin played on his black face, showing his white ivory teeth through thick lips. She lay on the lumpy mattress, helpless and trembling in stark terror.
"Now, honky bitch, yer're gonna beg me for a lil' nigger cock. Ya never had no nigger screw ya, huh? Well, thas gonna change, bitch. Yer're gonna beg fer it!"
"Damn you!" Marie cried. "I've worked for you people. I've marched for you! And this is what I get?"
"But ya ain't had no nigger cock, baby, and thet's real integration," he laughed.
He lashed the brutal belt down hard against the moons of her buttocks. Marie screamed and jerked her body. The belt raised and descended again and again, whipping a painful path the full length of her writhing back.
"No! No! Aggggggghhhhhh!"
Her shrill screams reverberated through the room, and the belt continued to lash down against her sensitive skin for a seeming eternity of pain and hurt that she thought would never end.
Her mind was dazed and tortured by the belt flogging. Her body jerked and twisted as he rained down punishing blows over her slender back and buttocks. The belt bruised and welted her back and buttocks. She cried in pain. He hit her harder and harder.
"Tell me whut ya want me ta do ta you, baby," he laughed as he punished her cruelly with the flogging belt.
Marie moaned and clenched her teeth tighter together until it seemed as if she would die from the shame and pain of the torture she was undergoing at the hands of the sadistic Negro.
But she would not speak. She would not bring herself to the final depth of degradation that he was demanding of her.
"Ooooooooooggggghhhhh!" she moaned as he increased the intensity of the cruel lashing. Her back and behind was striped with bruises and welts.
"Ah'm waitin', baby," he said. "Beg me ta fuckya!"
"Ohhhh, God, please don't! Stop it! Stop it! You're killing me! Oh, ohhhhhh God, you're killing me!" she whimpered and screamed beneath the viciousness of the belt flogging.
"Beg me, baby," he chided gleefully as he sensed her weakening under the cruel lash of the belt.
"No! I won't! I won't! Oh God, no, don't make me!" she screamed on and on.
He thrashed her as hard as he could with his massive strength, and she jerked and heaved in her bed of pain, whining and screaming. She knew she couldn't take anymore. She gave one final, long, low whimper and her body went limp on the bed.
Cal held the belt still for a moment listening to the soft pleading murmurs that came from her as she pressed her mouth tightly into the lumpy mattress.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... anything ... Oh, God, I can't stand it anymore ... don't care ... just stop ... please, please ... "
Cal's wide sadistic grin broadened as he heard the pathetic whimpering of Marie's final admission of surrender to him. Breaking the will of this voluptuously beautiful white woman to his own desires gave him a sense of power.
He tossed the belt aside as he gazed down at the prostrate body of the defeated Marie.
"Ya want me ta fill yer pussy with black power, baby?"
"Y-y-yes ... " she sobbed.
"Now thas more like it," he laughed.
He almost reverently cupped the soft, resilient flesh of her flogged buttock cheeks with his big black hands. His rough, coarse black hand moved over the rounded whiteness of her buttocks, twisting and kneading the aching globes, making her whimper in pain.
She lay unresisting under him, slim and voluptuously curved. She moaned low in a half daze. And then she felt Cal's hands coursing over her slender back, and she quivered again. She didn't resist for fear of further pain.
"Turn around, white meat," he hissed at her. "Take a look at whut a black cock looks like."
She didn't move until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her hair. He jerked her head up and around off the bed. Her eyes opened automatically and her face blanched as she saw the long, thick, black cock that he held in front of her eyes. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into during her flogging.
"Like it, Marie?"
She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her chest.
"Like it?" he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously with his hand.
"Y-yes, I like it ... " she finally managed to stammer through the pain and degradation.
"Well now. Ah'm gonna put it way up in that pink pussy of yers till ya can taste it," he grinned lewdly.
Then he dropped to the bed and rolled across the full length of her back, his black face pressed into the clean soft scent of her blonde hair. Marie winced and began to struggle weakly, but it was useless.
She expected pain.
He pulled her knees apart with rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. She strained with all her power to keep them closed, but it was hopeless. She gave a sudden "Oooomph," as the breath surged from her lungs, and her resistance broke.
He dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the mattress, her toes hanging out over either side of the bed. A soft helpless moan escaped from her lips as she felt the heavy hardness of his monstrous prick slug against the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of his black cock along the narrow, wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. She struggled and her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, rubbing against his hard-on, exciting him.
"Git up on yer knees!"
She relaxed and let him pull her up. Her face was still pressed into the mattress, and her buttocks were now waving high off the bed behind. She ceased her struggles. She had to submit to his obscene desires, and give him satisfaction. There wasn't a choice.
For a few torturing moments he ground his long, hard, thick black cock around in the narrow white crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of her buttocks together around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm glove. He leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him.
Marie groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back. And then he backed off, running his long tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until it reached the tightly clenched crevice of her ass as it swayed gently, high up off the bed.
Cal grinned. He put his black hands gently on the full rounded cheeks of her ass, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He knew this was the time for patience. She had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by softness of touch. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caressing of her private parts should, in spite of her resistance, catch her off-guard.
As he crouched low he saw the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tiring and relaxing. He could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs as, with the easing of pain and the fatigue of resistance, she gave up and let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
His black face was scant inches from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the pink lips of her pussy. His thumbs pressure outward and her secret cavern slowly flowered open. Now he could see how pink and smooth it was.
With a sly grin he blew softly into her cunt. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan come from Marie. She sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed against the torture relax. She felt him working behind her ... it was a soft, feather-like feeling, and wet and warm. She shivered slightly as his tongue worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of her buttocks.
"Mmmmmmmm ... " she breathed unconsciously as his tongue played deliciously in her anal crack, wetting it, opening it. She could not resist the feeling in spite of herself. Another long low mew escaped her as she let herself be pulled wide open by his thumbs.
He grinned as he gently pried her open from the rear, wide open until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him, for the taking.
His wooly head moved and he pressed his face forward, pushing his open mouth against her vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away. With one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt.
He heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry of his tongue into her pussy. Her surprised sigh smothered itself into the mattress. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his black face.
Her cunt contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue, now sunk deep inside of her. Her breath exploded down into the mattress in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewing grunts. His tongue curled and flicked in her pussy. He pushed his lips closer and began to work his lips and tongue at the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks and cunt throbbed and swayed around his face, almost out of control.
Her surrender was sudden and complete to the black boy who wildly licked at her ass and cunt from behind. His tongue withdrew and plunged, licked and jabbed, making wet sucking sluicing noises with each wicked thrust.
Marie's cries were one long low moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside of her warm wet cunt and found the hard, throbbing clitoris and licked it hotly. He pushed his face farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease gleefully with his tongue and teeth as she writhed and churned her buttocks back at him in a lewd show of surrender.
Her body and mind were surrendered to the delicious sucking at her cunt. He licked and sucked her and tongued at her with a greedy, untamed animal lust. Her cunt was soaked, open and ready. She was close to her climax. And, he knew it. His big black wang ached and arched as he sucked and licked and tongued her cunt.
And then Marie cried. She was coming. His tongue drove up into her cunt, drilling, carrying her up to a peak of delicious eruptions. He sucked and tongued at her climaxing cunt until he felt her ripples of completion beginning to subside.
He moved quickly and his long, thick, black cock drove into her cunt, replacing his tongue ... cunt contact had been lost for less than two seconds. She screamed as his monstrous cock plowed into her, the pink lips of her pussy closing wetly around the indriving shaft of black.
"Oooooooooooo ... " she moaned, fatally impaled on his monstrous black cock. It stretched her pussy wider open than ever before, overstuffing it deliriously with pain and pleasure.
Her body trembled and shook as he took her. She was swept wide apart by the thick black cock as it tunneled into her cunt mercilessly from behind.
"Oh, baby ... yer're so nice an' tight an' juicy!"
Her cunt felt as if it was impaled on a telephone pole. Her cuntal muscles clasped around his pile-driving cock, wet and hot, feeling like melted butter. His black cock throbbed and circled and plunged in and out of her pink snatch, and it felt to the impaled Marie as if she was filled up beyond all possible imagination.
His hands cupped and caressed her tits, toying tinglingly with her stiff nipples. He lunged in and out of her, bending her to his will. She responded wildly, unable to hold back against the wonderful feeling. But fucking her silly wasn't enough for the black boy. As he plowed her powerfully he raised his big rough hand high in the air and brought it down hard against her quivering white buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the room. Marie's scream shattered the quiet an instant later.
"Move, baby, move thet pretty white ass o' yers!"
She complied without hesitation.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as he drilled in and out of her furiously, driving her out of her mind. His thick black cock filled her pink, juicy, soaked cunt to the bursting point. He worked like a demon behind her. He cupped and kneaded her jiggling tits hanging beneath her bucking torso with cruel hard pressure as he fucked her.
And then ...
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" he cried.
She felt his lewd sperm filling her cunt with a great rush. The gush of sperm triggered her own blinding climax and she went crazy under him. Blast after blast of come shot into her. The finish was wild and hot for both of them.
She collapsed, dazed by the impact of the climax. He rolled off of her; his cock slipping wetly out of her soaked, contracting cunt. Now, now that it was over, she quickly came back to her senses. Suddenly she felt debased. She hated the way he had buffeted her as if she were a rag doll, even though she had enjoyed it hugely. Her body ached. She rolled and gazed at him. He lay there on his back, his eyes closed, a contented grin on his black face. She thought fast. She hated him.
"I'll be right back, darling," she whispered, leaning over him and brushing a kiss over his thick lips. "I just want to go to the bathroom and freshen up ... for whatever you want to do next," she purred.
"Sure nuff ... go ahead ... " he sighed.
She rolled off of the bed and glanced over her shoulder at the big black boy. She realized he was no more than eighteen. And, even though he had given her supreme pleasure after the belt flogging, she hated his guts and wanted revenge.
As she walked bare footed across the dirty wooden floor, her eyes fled wildly around the room, searching for a weapon with which to attack him.
And then she saw it. The table was listing to one side. One of its thick, splintered wooden legs had been broken off, and it lay there on the floor. She glanced at Cal. He was lying peacefully on his back, smiling, his eyes closed.
She snatched up the heavy leg of the chair and tip-toed back over toward him swiftly. With murderous fury she swung the chair leg at him. It clubbed into the side of his head with a sickening, dull thud.
He let out a cry and went stiff, and then limp, unconscious from the blow. The side of his head was bleeding badly.
Chapter 5
Marie moved with speed and purpose. She took the coarse rope that lay on the floor and cut it into four lengths with a kitchen knife. And then she securely knotted the rope around his ankles and wrists, tying him spread-eagled on the bed, flat on his back. She tied him so tightly that she knew he wouldn't be able to move.
She got a cup of water and splashed it in his face. He spat, moaned, and came back to consciousness. He blinked at her and they yelled and cursed when he discovered how she had tied him down.
"Now, black boy, you're going to get a taste of your own medicine," she said in a low, threatening voice.
"Now, listen ... "
"Shut up! I'm through listening to you, you black bastard!"
With his own belt she began to beat him, flogging him over the chest, shoulders, belly and thighs. He cried out in pain as the harsh belt bruised and welted his black, heavily muscled flesh. He strained against the ropes, bat couldn't budge. She beat him furiously with the belt, ending the flogging with a wicked chop of the belt against his balls. He howled in pain at the bolts of pain that shot up from his tortured, belt-flogged groin.
Marie dropped the belt and opened her purse. She unzipped the leather case and took the coiled snake leather whip from it. He shouted in fear when he saw the whip. His eyes were big and white in his sweating black face.
She began to whip him. The lash of snake skin laid open his flesh and blood began to ooze. She sliced open his flat nipples and they gushed blood. She cut his chest to bleeding ribbons. She sliced open his muscle-corded stomach. Now his chest and stomach were smeared with blood. The sight of his blood quickened her sadistic hatred of him.
She flogged his calves and thighs until they, too, were cut open and covered with oozing blood. And then, with a cruel yell, she lashed the slender coil of snake skin down over his groin.
The brutal slice of the whip cut devastingly into the center of the shaft of his black cock. Blood squirted sickeningly. He screamed hoarsely on the top of his lungs.
Again, with deep hatred, she swiped the coil of the whip cruelly into his groin. It cut his cock open, and flogged and sliced open his sac of balls. Trice more she whipped his bleeding groin. The razor-like lash of the slender whip ruined him between his legs, nearly severing his cock from its base.
"You'll never fuck again," she said bitterly as he slumped back, unconscious from the cruel flogging that had sliced him to pieces and had emasculated him.
Marie wiped the coil of her whip clean with his shirt and recoiled it in its case and zipped the case closed and dropped it back into her purse. She picked up the leg of the chair, and, with cold hatred and cruelty, she thudded it into his blood-smeared and ruined groin. His body heaved and lay still. Then she battered the leg of the chair into his face. There was a dull crunching noise as his nose splintered.
She tossed the leg aside.
She dressed with care. When she left she looked fresh, as if nothing had happened to her. Cal lay bleeding and unconscious on the bed. She didn't care if he died ...
She drove his car back to town and parked it near the parking lot. With a tissue, she wiped the car clean of her prints. She left the keys in the ignition as she walked away, back into the parking lot.
As she got back into her own car her only thought was to get back home. She wanted to lie in a warm tub of water and soothe the pain that still throbbed in her back and buttocks from the belt flogging she had suffered. She drove out of the and back home.
Betty, while her mother was having her encounter with the Negro, was at Lester. King's boutique. It was a beautifully decorated store, all warm colors and very mod and feminine.
The store was empty. And then Betty saw Lester King coming toward her, smiling. An elderly sales lady appeared, fussing with the dresses at the far end of the shop, paying no attention to Lester and Betty. As Lester came up to her, Betty remembered all of the things that she had overheard her mother telling her father about him.
He was slim and small and beautifully dressed, and looked young and alert and almost feminine in his prettiness. He was the prettiest man Betty had ever seen.
"Well, hello, Betty!" he beamed coming up to her.
"Hi, Mister King," she smiled.
"As long as your mother isn't with you, why don't you call me Les?" he smiled, taking her hand in his small, soft hand. "All right?"
"All right, Les," she grinned, squeezing back at his hand as it held hers.
"Well, Betty, you're looking more beautiful every day," he said smoothly.
"Thank you," she smiled back.
"What may I do for you, dear?"
"I want to buy some things. Some miniskirts ... real short ones," she giggled. "And some blouses and accessories and undies, too."
"Then please come with me, dear," he smiled with warmth, still holding her hand. "We've just finished a new addition to the store. It's all ready inside. But, you can't get into from here. The door is jammed and they'll be fixing it Monday. The only way we can get you in there is through my office. Come. You'll just love some of the new things I have in there, Betty." Then he dropped her hand, "Just wait here for a minute, please?" And he walked back to the matronly woman in the back of the store and conferred with her. The woman nodded and Lester turned and came back to Betty. "She'll watch the store while I take you back into the new shop, Betty."
Taking her by the hand he led her back into his office, closing the door behind them. His office was modest, but boasted excellent, expensive furnishings. It was very contemporary, with lively splashes of vivid color, and it was very bright and cheerful, and Betty liked it very much.
"I love the way you've decorated your office, Les."
"Thank you."
"And the paintings ... the girls in them are all about my age ... "
"Yes. I like them. Guess I like to be surrounded by fresh, unspoiled beauty, the kind of beauty you have, Betty."
"Why thank you, Les," Betty said, feeling very flattered.
"Come, sweetheart," he smiled warmly, taking her hand again. He opened the door at the far end of his office and led Betty through a short hallway into the Clothes Tree Shop. The new addition to his boutique was a blaze of colors. Colorful pop-art, glass-framed posters, adorned the walls of candy-striped paper. Wild mobiles dangled from the ceiling, dancing crazily, giving off colorful hues. The lighting was subtle and warm, designed to enhance feminine beauty. There were recessed racks of clothing along the walls, and circular, revolving racks of skirts and hot pants and slacks and blouses spaced about on the lipstick red carpet that was thick and plush.
"Terrific! Ummmmm, yummy! I love it!" Betty said overwhelmed by the deliciously and wildly feminine style and taste and decor in which the new shop was decorated.
"Thank you, Betty. I'm glad you like it."
"Like it? I simply adore it!"
"You're the first young lady to adorn this shop," he smiled warmly at Betty, giving her hand a squeeze. "I hope all the girls like it as much as you seem to."
"Oh, they'll adore it, Les! You can't miss! It's smashing!" Betty pranced happily about the gaily decorated shop, loving every inch of it. "Your decorator's a genius!"
"I decorated it myself ... "
"You? All by yourself?" she asked awed.
"Yes."
"Then you're great, Les!"
"Thank you again. Now, let me show you around. These are our new miniskirts and hot pants, and these ... "
Betty followed Lester to the waist-high revolving racks near the three-way reflecting mirrors.
"Just try what you like, Betty, you can use the three-way mirror behind you to see how you look."
"Everything looks so nice ... " She spent time considering the selection while Lester leaned against a counter watching her. She selected a half dozen miniskirts and three pair of hotpants. "I'd like to try these on, Les. Where can I change?"
"Well, that's the hitch. As you can see, we haven't received the curtains for the dressing rooms ... they arrive Monday. You can go into my office and try them on and then come out here and see how they look in the three-way mirror."
"Oh, that's too much trouble ... "
"Or, you can change right here. The revolving rack you've been looking through is high enough and wide enough to conceal you from view."
Betty thought it over. He was right ... if she changed behind the rack he wouldn't be able to see her. He was leaning against the counter near the middle of the room and the rack was between them; it would make a screen between them.
"Okay. I'll change here, behind the rack."
Betty quickly slipped out of the miniskirt she was wearing, and put on a dazzling mini with an op-art pattern. She turned and looked at her reflection in the three-way mirror. She was delighted. The hem was way up on her lush, firm thighs, the way she liked it. She stepped out from behind the rack and posed for Lester.
"Do you like it, Les?"
"On you, yes, Betty. You've got the legs and figure for it. A girl with a figure less perfect than yours could never get away with it."
She was pleased by his flattery. She tried everything on, keeping the rack between them. Then she pulled off the hot pants and stood in her panties and blouse behind the protection of the rack and looked at Lester. She was about to tell him which ones she wanted when she noticed that his eyes seemed to be looking past her, staring intently at the wall.
She wondered what he was staring at. She quickly turned her head and looked behind herself, following the line of his stare, and then she discovered his secret.
From his vantage point at the counter he could look straight into the three-way mirror which was directly behind her. Now, instantly, Betty knew that he had been watching her all along, that even now he was feasting his eyes on the reflection of her sweet, firm, panty-clad buttocks.
Well, she grinned to herself, if he's already seen this much, why not treat him to a little more? Her purpose in coming to his shop had not been to buy clothes. So she boldly walked out from behind the rack so that he could clearly see her, wearing nothing below her waist but sheer peach colored, lacy panties, knee socks and shoes.
"Les," Betty said in a husky voice, "you can see me lots better this way than you can in the mirror ... "
Lester didn't even shift his position as he leaned casually against the counter. His eyes devoured her. His glance went slowly over the long line of her flawless legs to the lacy edge of her panties that clung tightly to the warm V at the juncture of her thighs.
"Yes, Betty, I can see you better now," he said, completely composed.
Betty was surprised. She thought she would throw him off-balance. But she didn't. And, when she didn't, she felt suddenly unsure of herself, a bit awkward, and very young and inadequate.
"From what I can see, Betty, you have an exquisite body. If what you have under your blouse is as lovely as what I can see, I'll be very pleased. But, we'll get to that in a little while," he said in a quiet, assured way as he walked over to her.
Betty felt confused and didn't know how to react. For the first time in her young life she felt inadequate and helplessly confused before a male.
Lester walked up to her and casually put one of his soft hands on her panty-clad hip, and with the other hand he tugged out the panty's waistband so that he could read the size on the label ... but ... by tugging it out he could look right down at the naked, juicy cheeks of her firm buttocks. Betty stood quietly, unable to move, breathlessly.
"Ah," he said. "Just the size I thought you wore, Betty. Come with me. I'm going to give you a present."
He gave her a gentle pat and squeeze on her bottom, then took her by the hand and led her over to the counter. She went with him meekly. Lester went behind the counter and took out a stack of the wildest panties that Betty had ever seen.
"Betty, all of these panties are your size. They're the latest thing. They're quite eye-catching, as you can see, and they're just the thing to wear with your miniskirts ... if someone's lucky enough to get a peek of your panties when you're wearing one of your new miniskirts ... he'll have a delicious view. Pick as many as you like, Betty, honey. They're a present from me to you.
Betty felt awkward and foolish standing in the middle of the shop in her panties, but she was thrilled by the wild panties and couldn't wait to try them on. She picked a half dozen. Les selected four more and gave them to her. Then he reached out and cupped her breasts softly. She gasped. He grinned at her, taking his caressing hands from her breasts. He put a tray of bras on the top of the counter and looked at her. He pointed to the size marking on the tray, and she blushed, nodding that it was her size. Then the bras were selected, along with some blouses and jerseys and sweaters.
He packed everything into a big, flat, gay box and tucked the box under his arm, turned and took her by the hand again and led her back through the hallway to his office.
"But Les ... you put all the skirts in the box ... even the one I was wearing ... I don't have one to wear!"
"You won't be needing a skirt for a little while," he said as he led her into his office.
"But, Les ... I have to wear a skirt to ... "
"No you don't," he smiled, enjoying her girlish confusion.
Betty began to protest again, but he silenced her by taking her into his arms. He pressed her firm young body against his and Betty thrilled to his skillful kiss and sucked on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. She felt hot and tense and confused and soothed in his embrace. She was swamped by conflicting emotions. She didn't have an ounce of confidence left in her entire body as it arched hotly against his, as his hands caressed and cradled her lush, firm buttocks through the sheer panties.
He crushed her to himself. She trembled. She had never been kissed with such hot skill; it devastated her. His lips were firm and demanding. Hers were soft and yielding. She melted in his arms, surrendering. His hands moved over her possessively. One hand began to caress her shimmering buttock cheeks. Betty gasped and thrilled to the feel. His other hand found her tits and cupped one of her cones. Then very slowly and deliberately and with the ease of utter confidence, he unbuttoned the front of her blouse and exposed both of her swaying breasts.
Lester lowered his mouth to her breasts and kissed them skillfully, delicately, individually, with complete control, as if he were playing on her as if she were a musical instrument that would respond to his blandishments. Betty felt an intense shock of desire, more powerful than she had ever known. It was new to her. She couldn't control the way she was trembling as he seduced her with slow skill. She clung to his head and pressed him close as she felt his lips moving from side to side, suckling and tongue-teasing one nipple, then the other, sending hot waves and chills up and down her spine.
Lester's loving up of her tits became more fevered. His tongue circled her straining, tingling nipples. His teeth nibbled on them, and Betty moaned.
He slipped her blouse off. Now all she wore were panties, knee socks and shoes. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so that her back was to him. Then he pressed himself close to her, jabbing his hard-on into the crease of her buttocks.
"Oooooooh, Les ... "
"You're lovely, lovely ... "
"Les, ahhhhhhhhohhhhhhhh ... "
He took her tit in the cup of his hand and caressed it, making her shiver and groan. His other hand moved slowly up her trembling thighs, his fingertips trailing over her inner thighs, making her part them as she yielded hotly.
Then his warm, soft hand came to rest on her pussy mound, and, for long, tantalizing moments he merely cupped her there, making her gasp and widen her thighs for the beguiling touch. And then his forefinger pressed in and up against the sheer crotch of her panties. His finger pressed and teased up and down the length of her crease of passion.
"Ahhhhhhhhohhhhhhhh ... "
His finger circled and dragged slowly, probing through the sheer crotch of her panties at her exquisitely sensitive pussy hill. She arched, pushing her cunt at the slowly circling, teasing, probing finger.
Abruptly, both his teasing finger and the support of his body left her. She staggered weakly. She felt herself being lifted, picked up in his arms and being carried over to the long, wide, plush couch where he gently let her settle back into the cushions.
"Now, Betty, I'm going to make you feel delicious."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... Les ... "
She felt the hot, slow trail of his lips and tongue on her legs. She arched her hips and her panties were gone. She lay there, feeling suspended, remembering that she had overheard her mother saying that Lester adored eating pussy.
Betty groaned as she felt Lester begin to lick at her foot sensuously, his tongue curling and darting between each of her toes. His tongue rapidly flickered, stroking over the curve of her arch. It was wild and bizarre, and she got dizzy with desire.
He took one toe at a time between his lips. His tongue slithered along her arch and his mouth paid homage to each toe, making Betty's blood roar in her head.
His mouth began to move slowly up, working over her ankles and calves, over her knees, over the sensitive creases behind her knees. He moved above her knees to her yawning, quaking thighs. She gasped as she felt his cheeks pushing up between her thighs. His moist kisses and laving tongue trailed up, up, and she spread her legs wider apart.
His seeking lips slid, up, up, up ... and then an electric shock jolted Betty as they brushed over the moist lips of her pussy.
"Les ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ... "
She spread her thighs wide and tilted up her hips, offering her cunt to his delicious mouth. Her head tossed from side to side, and her hands reached won and caught hold of his head. She forced her yearning cunt at his sucking mouth. Her hips rolled and tossed frantically as she felt his tongue flickering at her stiff clitoris button. And then she was impaled on his tongue.
The feeling was exquisite. She was aflame as she mashed her inflamed cunt at his sucking mouth and jabbing tongue. His avid mouth drove her mad. The point of his tongue speared into her and circled. If fluttered. She heaved and groaned. His seeking tongue plunged and darted in and out and round and round in her juicy cunt.
Betty reeled with dizziness as she twisted her naked buttocks and pushed her impaled pussy hard at his devouring mouth and sticking tongue. She gyrated and bucked her hips, shoving her cunt at his questing tongue. Her breathing was a harsh, rasping sound.
And then Betty screamed and cried and beat her fists wildly in the air as a tremor hit her. Her body heaved, her hips swivelled and lunged to desperately receive the plunging thrusts of the tormenting tongue.
She trembled and sobbed as climax washed over her. The spasms came over her deep and full and she cried and twisted and groaned and his tongue was alive, digging and worming in her oozing, climaxing cunt.
Slowly she came down from the delicious climax. Slowly the ripples of the spasms lessened in intensity until they were little, delightful ripples that made her shudder. And still his face was buried there, and still his mouth sucked and his tongue slaved.
Betty lay on her back, whimpering, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. She was dazed and weak, but her lips were curled in a smile of delight and satisfaction. She had been had. She had been seduced. She had not been the aggressor. It was a first for her, and she loved it.
"Ohhhhhh, Les ... it was glorious ... wonderful ... "
"Glad you enjoyed it. I did."
"I loved it ... loved it ... "
"I'll be happy to do it for you anytime, sweetheart."
"It'd be a dream to have your lips and tongue doing those marvelous things to me every minute of the day ... "
"I'd love that, too, Betty, honey."
"Ohhhhh, Les ... "
"It's our secret."
"Yes, yes, all ours!"
And then his hands were skillfully molding her breasts as he kissed her. She sighed, giving up to him.
"Oh, Les ... I love that ... love that ... " she sighed. "I love to be felt up. I wish I could make a bra out of your hands so I could be felt up by your wonderful hands every minute of the day. Mmmmmm."
He cupped and kneaded her tits, plucking the pink, stiff, extended nipples. He grinned at her mischievously.
"About all those panties I gave you as a gift, Betty, darling ... you'd better be wearing them every time I see you. I'll check up," he grinned.
"I'll bet you will!" she giggled.
"I will."
She lay under him as he caressed her and kissed her. He was still fully clothed, and, as he rubbed his body over hers she noticed that he didn't have a hard-on. Then she remembered the rest of what she had overheard her mother saying: that Lester was a pervert, a masochist, that torture turned him on. With a playful giggle, she heaved out from under him.
"All right, Les, now it's your turn."
"My turn for what?"
"First, get undressed. It isn't fair. I'm naked. You're dressed. Take it off. Take it all off," she laughed.
"And when I do ... then what?"
"Why I'm going to punish you, of course," she grinned.
"What?" he said, looking startled.
"I said I'm going to punish you. You're old enough to be my father. I'm underage ... jail-bait, Les, lover. You have to be punished for what you did to me."
"Betty ... " he said, his voice suddenly quivering and uncertain.
"Take if off!"
"All right ... "
She watched as he slowly stood up and began to remove his clothes.
"Mmmm, I like the way you look without clothes on, Les, baby. You're in good shape. And your wang is nice, but it's all soft. A girl needs a hard one," she giggled. "Now, what can I punish you with?"
"Betty ... I ... " And his voice cracked and broke.
"Yes? Do you have something here that I can punish you with. Oh, Les. Don't be shy. I'm hip. I know all about these things."
"But ... how can you?"
"I've been around. I knew a man once who loved to be ... tortured," she lied.
"You ... ? "he blanched.
"Yes. He taught me all about it. And he taught me how to spot a guy who's that way. And I'm sure you're that way. Now, where do you hide your torture things?" she pressed, taking the lead away from him for the first time, again feeling like her old self, in complete charge of a male.
"How could you ... ?"
"Where to you keep it, Les?" she pressed.
"I ..."
"Les!" she said sternly. "Show me or you'll never see me again."
"I ... Oh ... Well, I guess ... "
"Les!"
"All right ... "he said, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
With Betty following closely, patting him on his naked behind to make him feel even more insecure in his manhood, they crossed the room, their bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.
He stopped, pausing, blushing slightly. She slipped her arm possessively around his waist, low, so that her hand rested caressingly on the upper swell of his taut buttock cheek. With a grin, she pinched the cheek of his ass hard, making him jump and yelp in pain. She laughed and, as she pinched him again on the behind, her other hand moved around and closed over his cock and balls, squeezing gently. He groaned and sagged against her, submissively, yielding to her. She held him, one hand clutching at his genitals, the other caressing over the cheeks of his ass.
"Les?"
"It's ... it's all in the window seat ... " he said hoarsely.
"Open it."
Trembling, he lifted the cushion and then raised the lid of the window seat. Betty looked over his shoulder, gazing into the open window seat. Inside she saw a collection of weird implements of torture. Her breathing quickened. Roughly, she pushed him aside, and he stumbled away.
"Just look at all those freaky goodies," she grinned with an evil light in her blue eyes. "Les, you're a darling weirdo," she laughed. He averted her eyes, as if trying to shrink into himself. "Is there any special way you want me to beat you, darling Les?" she teased.
"I ..."
"Come on now, pet. Don't be shy. What's your perverted pleasure?" she said stepping up to him. She put her arm around his naked waist and led him back over to the open window seat. They both stared down into it, gazing at the bizarre contents inside.
"I ... I ... "
"Come on, Les. Speak up. You're getting me angry."
"I ... I ... I don't ... don't ... "
"Yes? Yes?"
"I ... I don't want to ... to ... "
"To what?"
"To ... to ... to bleed ... " he said in a very small voice.
"You don't want to bleed?"
"N-no ... "
"Are you afraid to bleed?"
"N-no ... If I bleed ... I won't be able to ... to ... work ... "
"Oh. I see. I understand. Well, pet, there are things in the window seat that don't draw blood. Shall I pick one, or would you like to pick your own poison?" she smiled, pinching him viciously on the ass again, making him yelp and flush.
"Y-you do it ... " he said in a whisper.
"All right, pet," she grinned maliciously.
The change in their relationship was startling. From Betty's entrance into Lester King's boutique until her surrender and rolling climax under his skillful seduction and cunt-sucking, he had been the absolute master of her.
Now, Betty was the master of Lester King, a man more than twice her age. Her knowledge of his perverted secret had given superiority back to her.
Betty sifted through the instruments of torture. Then she bent low, her naked tits swaying, and reached into the far corner of the window seat. Her hand closed around the weapon of her choice.
When Lester saw what she was taking from the window seat, a low, rattling, wheezing sigh came from him. She had converted him from the master to the mastered.
"I don't think this'll cut you up, baby," she smiled. "But it'll hurt you plenty."
"Y-yes ... "
"It'll hurt you. And you adore being hurt, don't you?"
"Y-yessss ... " he hissed.
"Want to suffer standing up, lying down, or on all-fours?"
"Let me ... lie down ... "
"On your stomach or back?"
"Stomach ... "
"I knew you'd say that," she laughed with wisdom beyond her years, perverse wisdom that normal people don't gain in a lifetime.
"You ... you knew ... ?"
"Sure," she laughed. "I know about freaky things."
"You're ... unbelievable ... "he said with sick adoration in his fluttering eyes.
"Go over to the couch and lie down, pet."
With his head hanging low, he slowly shuffled over to the couch, with Betty close behind him, pushing him rudely and roughly, degrading him. When they reached the couch she gave him a hard shove and he tumbled forward and sprawled out, face-down on the coach, whimpering, his body trembling in perverse anticipation of the pain that was to come.
Betty gazed down at his naked back and behind as he lay submissively sprawled out on the couch. She fingered the weapon, testing its weight and balance.
The handle was molded leather, made to give the person inflicting torture a sure grip. Projecting from the handle was a long tube of hollow, flexible rubber. Sprouting from the tip of the tube were six spaghetti-like lashes of fine, hard, limber rubber with tiny pea-like rubber balls at their tips.
Betty flexed the weapon, liking its feel and balance. She knew that she could lay it on his back and buttocks with deadly accuracy. She paused over him for affect, knowing that every moment she prolonged his wait, the sweeter the final flogging would be for both of them.
And then ...
Whap! Whap! Whap!
With graceful, strong, lunging strokes she brought the weapon down over his shivering, muscle-knotted back. He cried out as soon as it struck him. The three hard bashes raised red welts on his back, and the spaghetti lashes stung.
She thrashed down at him. Whap! Whap! Whap! The hollow rubber tube bent over his back as it slugged into him, and he grunted in pain under the hard thuds. The spaghetti threads of rubber laced into his skin, stinging him badly.
Lester wailed as she flogged his back with concentrated fury. Her young body was a picture of grace as she beat him. She started at his shoulders and slowly lowered the blows down toward the small of his back. Rashes of welts and bruises discolored his heaving back as she flogged.
Betty was enthralled. She grinned, loving the game. She beat him with quick rhythm. The hollow rubber tube crashed and the rubber threads with the tiny balls at their tips slashed into his flesh, marring it.
Lester made no attempt to escape the flogging he was suffering. Though the weapon did not cut his flesh open, starting a flow of blood, it gave intense, awful pain.
She battered him gleefully, laughing, slashing the weapon over his naked, cringing body. He sobbed and wailed and whimpered as he submitted to the flogging. Now his entire back was rashed over with red and scarlet welts. He pitched and shivered in abject pain, moaning pitifully.
Betty had beaten his back raw. Now she lowered her aim and the hollow rubber tube bopped over his buttock cheeks and the spaghetti threads of rubber laced into him stingingly.
Lester howled in pain as she inflicted the flogging on his ass with youthful vigor and strength. His ass pitched up, heaving, as if presenting itself to the painful kiss of the weapon of torture.
Betty beat his ass quickly, with total, sadistic concentration, slowly turning his ass into twin, taut, cringing globes of welted red flesh. Puffy welts and bruises now covered his ass cheeks.
She beat a murderous tattoo over his ass and then lowered and flogged away at his thighs. But she moved back up again, concentrating on his ass, knowing he needed to suffer there most of all.
Now Lester was whining and thrashing on the couch. Betty understood. The flogging was turning him on. She guessed that now his cock was swollen, hard and turgid as he rubbed himself against the couch cushions as she beat him with fury.
The sound of his wails and groans signaled Betty that the pain he had suffered was now giving him thrilling pleasure. With a final, brutal swipe of the weapon she slashed at his ass, walloping his ass cheeks so hard that his entire body shook.
With a cruel, wild laugh, Betty tossed the weapon aside and bent over the whimpering, naked, badly beaten man. With quick hands she rolled him over onto his side. She was right. He had a throbbing monster of a hard-on.
"Really turned you on, didn't I?" she laughed mockingly.
He didn't answer; he continued to moan, his voice choked with emotion and erotic need for release.
"All right, darling man, I'll finish you off," she grinned.
"Betty ... " he said in a drowning voice, his eyes moist with tears.
"You look as hot as a fire cracker ... I'll take care of you, baby."
She got up over him on her hands and knees and hovered teasingly, her dangling, swaying breasts brushing over his heaving chest. She slipped her hand down to his bushy pubic hair and then she gripped and began jerking on his prick, making him twitch and moan beneath her.
The strokes of her clutching fingers were long and gentle, pausing at the tip of his cock each time to rub the sensitive skin, running her finger around the tiny gland slit in tight circles.
She pushed him back as he surrendered, tossing her long leg across his thighs. She poised herself above his fully-erect prick. Then, without a work, she plunged her creamy cunt down on his hard cock. Her wet cunt smashed down with an obscene sucking, smacking sound.
Using her legs for leverage, she throttled up and down, pulling her bottom up until the prick nearly slipped from her cunt. And then she sank down heavily on the shaft, impaling herself. Her buttocks ground around lasciviously and wildly. His cock lurched inside of her hungry, throbbing pussy.
Up and down she rocked, a low sound coming from her lips with every downstroke. Lester gazed with glassy eyes up at her. Her head was thrown back like a race horse, and her long blonde hair was flying, tossing back and forth as she spiraled up and down on his hard cock.
Her eyes were shut, her mouth half-open in wild, abandoned ecstasy. Her tits slapped against her chest, swinging, bobbing, rolling with her rhythmic motions.
Her grinding plunges grew faster and faster. Her glistening, slick buttocks screwed down hungrily on his wet, glistening prick. The gasping moans that came from her fused with the soulful whining that came from him.
Harder and harder she drove his cock into her cunt tunnel, racing toward the orgasmic relief both sought. Her nostrils flared like that of a savage beast.
She opened her thighs wide, striving for the deepest possible penetration, her anal muscles contracting tightly. Lester began to arch his back upward, thrusting his pelvis toward her cunt, achingly straining to climb up inside of the burning tunnel of pink, clasping cunt flesh.
Her hands were now braced beside his head on the cushion, her body bent over, as she concentrated all of her energy into the muscles of her thighs and buttocks, pile-driving the prick in her cunt.
Her tits dangled invitingly just above his face, and he raised his head, craning to lock onto her delicate nipples, jutting out brazenly from the luscious cones that bounced and bobbed wildly.
The driving assault by her hips grew faster. Her body was alive with tingling excitement. Floods of ecstasy coursed through her. Hot flashes, like bolts of lightning, pulsed through them both. Pinpoints of color began to flash before their closed eyes.
Just a little more ...
And then it happened.
"Ohhhh I'm coming! Aaaaauuuuggghhh!"
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhhhaiiiiieeeee!"
She bucked and reared like a cowboy in the saddle, squeezing every possible second from her climax, her juices flowing down into Lester's bare loins, matting his pubic hair and oozing hotly down his pistoning shaft.
Just as the last explosion ripped through her body, she felt the hot explosion, the boiling eruption of Lester's bloating cock. A white geyser spurted into her cunt. His sperm seeped back down his collapsing prick and mingled with her own juices, soaking their privates.
Moments later they both lay exhausted.
Lester was amazed by her unbridled display of sexual prowess. It was obvious that she was no amateur. She was expert beyond her young and tender years.
"That was fun," Betty purred as she smiled at Lester.
"It was ... fantastic. You amaze me."
"I do?" she grinned.
"You do. You're so wise, so experienced, so ... "
"So what?" she laughed.
"But you're only ... what? ... fifteen?"
"Right. But what's age got to do with anything? We had a damn good time, didn't we?"
"Yes. That we did. Amazing."
"And I was hip that you loved torture ... "
"How you sensed that perversion in me is beyond my grasp."
"What's the difference? I knew. And I indulged your weird streak. And you reveled in it, loved it. Right?"
"Right ... "
"And I fucked you silly ... "
"That you did ... "
"So, why question things. Just enjoy ... " she laughed.
"You're fantastic. I hope we'll continue our relationship ... "
"I don't see any reason why not. You like to be hurt, and I'm a sadist. We match. And we sure make beautiful music when we screw. And, baby, you sure know how to suck pussy!"
"I love to do that ... "
"I could tell," she giggled.
"Especially for you. You have such a pretty pink sweet pussy."
"All the better for you to lap," she laughed.
"Oh, we'll have fun together, Betty, darling!"
"We sure will, if I have anything to do with it. And I sure intend to!"
"Good ... "
"I'd like to freshen up. I have to go now."
"I have a bathroom."
"That's convenient. Where?"
"Through that door. It's private. Has everything in it you'll need."
"You think of everything, Les, baby."
"Anything you want from me ... just ask, darling," he said adoringly.
"I will ... " she grinned.
Chapter 6
Marie and Harry had been driving through the gathering darkness of night for nearly an hour. Now, as they neared their destination, both were becoming restless.
A week had passed since Marie's encounter with the Negro. For all Marie knew, the black boy was still tied to the bed in the shack as she had left him; there hadn't been a news item reporting the discovery of his broken, bloody body. Her contemptuous hatred of him had coldly led her to wipe his memory from her mind.
"We should be there pretty soon now, shouldn't we?" Marie asked.
"Less than five minutes," Harry replied as he fed more gas to the big, powerful car. "The turn-offs just ahead a few miles."
"I always get impatient when we get this close."
"I do, too."
"We don't come up here often enough, Harry. We should. Gunderson's given us an open, standing invitation to visit anytime."
"I know. You're right, Marie, honey."
Marshal Gunderson was a fabulously wealthy man in his early sixties. Two years earlier, Marie and Harry had met him at a party. Gunderson had a sprawling estate forty-five miles west of where Marie and Harry lived. They had visited Gunderson there several times, and had become favorites of his.
The old man was a long-standing pervert. His wealth permitted him to indulge his perverted desires to an excess.
Tonight, Marshal Gunderson was having a gathering. Marie and Harry knew, from experience, that the crowd at Gunderson's would be equally divided between male and female. They also knew that the division would be equal between sadists and masochists of both sexes. That way, Gunderson assured everyone of a rip-snorting good time-whether that meant inflicting pain or suffering it.
Now Harry was driving slowly along the paved, winding, private roadway that led to Gunderson's estate. A guard at the gatehouse took their names and then signaled them to pass through.
A few minutes later Harry and Marie were getting out of their car in the circular driveway that graced the front of the big tudor-style mansion.
Harry carried the small gym bag in which he and Marie had packed their bizarre costumes; the old man liked them to wear the costumes, so they always brought them when they visited.
Marshal Gunderson met Marie and Harry at the door. Gunderson was an impressive man-tall and rangy and rugged, he generated an aura of power and importance. His hair was thick and white as snow; his eyes were china blue and piercing; his face was deeply tanned; and, he had the carriage and trim, athletic body of a man more than thirty years his junior.
"Marie! Harry! Glad you could make it!" Gunderson boomed in his rich, deep voice.
He vigorously pumped Harry's hand and then, instead of brushing the customary social kiss on Marie's cheek, he gathered her into his powerful arms, pulled her tight to him and mashed his lips down passionately on hers, his tongue spearing deep into her mouth.
Marie responded, arching like a bow against him, her hips shoving tight against his, her arms winding around his neck. It was a long, deep, searing kiss, and before it ended, his big hands were palming and clutching at Marie's luscious buttock cheeks through her sheer dress, and Marie was squirming her pussy mound against the big lump of his cock.
Harry stood aside, grinning, watching as Gunderson kissed and mauled Marie, and as Marie yielded and hotly responded.
When the fiery kiss ended, Gunderson's and Marie's bodies stayed glued together; Gunderson grinned at Harry; Marie's eyes were passion-glazed and half-lidded.
"Any complaints?" Marshal Gunderson grinned at Harry as he held Marie close, his big hands now moving up the back of Marie's quaking thighs, lifting the hem of her skirt dangerously high.
And, as Harry watched, Gunderson's hands lifted the hem of Marie's skirt way up, uncovering her juicy, panty-clad buttocks. His hands passionately caressed and squeezed her writhing panty-covered cheeks brazenly. "Any complaints?" Gunderson asked again.
"None," Harry grinned back.
"Good!"
Gunderson laughed. Marie was limp and surrendered in the old man's hot embrace, rubbing her body shamelessly against his.
"Marshal ..." Marie sighed, staring into the old man's eyes, ignoring her husband, "Marshal ... you big bear ... I can't resist you ... "
"Harry," Gunderson said, "you go inside. You know where the action is. Your wife and I have some very important fucking to do," he added with a booming laugh.
Before Harry could reply, the old man swept Marie up in his arms and carried her away, disappearing around the corner of the long hallway.
Harry shrugged. He shook his head. It always happened this way. Marie was such a resourceful, strong, dominant person ... but, just let Marshal Gunderson set eyes and hands on her and Marie went into meek surrender, swooning, instantly seduced.
Harry began his walk through the mansion. From experience he knew that Marie would show up hours later with Gunderson, after the old man had fucked her silly. So, Harry had to look out for himself.
As Harry opened the door leading into the sumptuous dressing room, he knew that his wife was somewhere in the mansion, flat on her back, screaming with delight, as the old man fucked her brains out with his big log of a cock.
It was part of their marriage. Harry accepted it.
There were recessed lockers with expensive leather doors along one of the walls of the elaborate dressing room. Placed about the big room were couches and chairs. One wall of the dressing room was a trick mirror. From the inside of the dressing room you could look out, but from the other side it was simply a mirror. You couldn't see into the dressing room, as one could see out of it.
Everyone who came here knew this, and didn't care; they were all exhibitionists at heart. Harry began to undress, and, as he did, he stared out through the trick mirror.
The room on the other side of the window was huge. It was like a gym; it had everything a gymnast could wish for. In addition, it was filled with torture devices of all kinds. Harry stared at the spectacle in the gym, and, even as he did, in a lavish bedroom in the other wing of the mansion, Marie was getting fucked by Gunderson ...
Marie was on her back under the old man, her arms and legs flailing in the air as she rocketed through her first climax. But the old man's cock was still as hard and heavy as a poker. With a cry of ecstasy, Marie wrapped her arms and legs around the old man and heaved and rocked as he continued to deliciously plow his rampaging cock in and out of her drenched pussy lips. She was in heaven ...
Inside the gym were two men and two girls; Harry watched them perform as he changed his clothes.
The one man had slapped the pretty girl around until she was reeling. And then he tore her flimsy tunic off, baring her voluptuous curves. He took a short, rubber club from his wide leather belt and hit the girl hard with it, right in her stomach. The girl whooshed air, doubling over, staggering back and then sprawling out.
The man picked her up roughly and chained her arms up over her head. Then he picked up a flat paddle that was studded with tiny, sharp pins. He began to whack her on her juicy buttock cheeks with the cruel paddle. The whack of the paddle made red, angry splotches and welts on her pretty rear end. The pins punctured the skin, and beads of blood bubbled to the surface.
The other couple was engaged in a different manner. The girl was a blonde; she was engaged with a tall, slender man with a dark complexion. The girl was lovely and stacked. She had forced the man against the padded leather wall and was clawing at him. The gloves she wore had long metal nails that tore through the man's leather suit, ripping if from his body. She clawed at him, digging the cruel nails into his chest and stomach, tearing gouges of flesh out, making blood run.
The blonde wearing the gloves with clawlike nails was dragging the cut-up, bleeding man over to a low table. She struggled and heaved him onto it, fastening down his arms and legs. She picked up a small mallet and began to hit him with it. Each hard blow raised a fast-swelling lump on his body. She beat him until he was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness. On the other side of the gym, the girl being whacked in the ass with the pin-studded paddle had already slumped into unconsciousness from the beating. Her ass was punctured, welted and bleeding.
Now the blonde stepped away from her victim. The man on the other side of the room stepped away from his unconscious victim, too. The blonde and the man looked at each other.
They began walking slowly toward each other, crouching. He had the pin-studded paddle ready; she was wagging the mallet in her hand. It was obvious that now that they had vanquished their partners they were intent on challenging each other. Harry watched as he began to pull on his own costume.
They were only six feet apart now, tense and crouched, their eyes wary. As the man raised his arm to swing the paddle at the blonde, the girl fiercely threw the mallet at the man.
His swing ended in mid-flight. The hard rubber mallet cracked into the side of his skull. His eyes rolled and he began to stagger. The blonde sprang to exploit her advantage. She rushed him swiftly and twisted the paddle from his fluttering hand. She threw him hard to the floor and he sprawled out, dazed.
She cracked him hard with the pin-studded paddle, and the pins punctured into his chest, drawing dozens of beads of blood. He coughed in pain as the paddle slugged over his chest with force, constricting his breathing. She hit him again, swatting him in the ribs, and she twitched and groaned. Then she lifted her leg; her black boots gleamed; the long, sharp stiletto heel dove down viciously into the man's stomach. It punctured into his flesh, driving in with sickening force. Blood gushed and the man wailed in pain.
The girl withdrew the bloody heel and kicked him hard in the ribs with the sharp, pointed, metal-reinforced toe of her leather boot. The man screamed in pain and began to writhe helplessly on the padded leather floor. He was finished.
The girl turned away from him, looking bored.
Now Harry was dressed. He was wearing a skin-tight leather suit of black, shiny leather that covered his body from neck to feet. On his feet he wore leather boots. Around his wrists and waist were metal studded leather belts. A long, black leather case dangled from his belt; in it were instruments of torture.
Harry strode out of the dressing room and entered the gym. The vanquished two men and girl were gone. Only the lovely, sadistic blonde remained. She eyed Harry with a grim grin as he strode in.
She was wearing a short, pleated leather skirt that barely covered her leather panties. Her high-heeled boots clung to her lovely legs all the way up to mid-thigh. A luscious patch of creamy thigh shone between the high hem of her leather skirt and the top of the boots. Her mid-section was bare. A strip of leather served as an inadequate bra; two holes were cut in the front of the bra, through which drilled her long, pink nipples. Long leather gloves covered her arms.
"Harry, long time no see," the girl grinned.
"Same here, Lois."
"You look smashing in your outfit, Harry."
"Thanks. You look pretty sensational yourself, Lois."
"Thanks. Well, we're not going to stand here all night and complement each other, are we, Harry?"
"I hope not," he smiled. "You really did a number on those two guys."
"They were nothing. Now you ... you're something. You're more of a challenge to me."
"I see ... Want to have a round?"
"Sure. Why not? I haven't knocked the shit out of you in months, Harry," she laughed.
"You were lucky last time, Lois."
"Lucky? That's a laugh!"
"The two times before that I beat you up pretty good."
"You were lucky those times," she grinned. "So, you lead, two-to-one. I'm going to even the score now."
"You talk mighty big, little girl," he laughed.
"Little girl, ha! This little girl mopped up the floor with you last time, handsome," she laughed.
What she said was true. Lois loved to challenge men to fights. She loved to fight them, one-on-one, no holds barred. Moments earlier, peering through the trick mirror, Harry had seen Lois easily vanquish a man in combat. It was true that a few months earlier Lois had beaten Harry badly.
They had squared off, had clashed, and, in the end, Lois humiliated Harry by defeating him. Harry had suffered torture at her hands after falling before her in a fair fight.
The last time, Harry had made a serious mistake. He had forgotten that among her other accomplishments, Lois was a medal-winning gymnast. Her gymnastic ability had proved the deciding factor in her victory over Harry.
It was rare for a man and a woman to face each other in a fight. A man was so much bigger and stronger, and, by nature a male had to learn to fight. This wasn't true of a female.
On two earlier occasions, Harry had been goaded into fighting Lois. Those times he had taken her measure easily. But now he faced her differently ... he wasn't so cock-sure. After all, he had been beaten miserably by her the last time out.
They gazed at each other with challenging eyes.
Harry was much bigger and stronger. It looked, when comparing the two, as if Harry could wipe Lois out with a swipe of his open hand.
Harry had the advantage of size, reach and muscle. Lois was much quicker and more graceful. And, she had outstanding gymnastic ability on her side.
So, even though Harry was seven inches taller and seventy-five pounds heavier, the match was not as one-sided as it appeared to be.
"Want to choose the weapons, Harry?" Lois asked with a grin.
"Anything but swords," Harry said, remembering his last defeat at her hands. "You're too damn good at fencing for me to compete with you."
"That's the truth," she laughed. "Tell you what, Harry. We'll choose weapons to start out with. But, after we start, we can switch to any kind of weapon, and that includes bare hands, okay?"
"Okay. Okay with me, Lois," Harry nodded.
"How about those?" Lois said, pointing at the rack of weapons on the wall.
"Any one of them is all right with me."
"Good."
Lois walked gracefully over to the weapon rack. She paused for a moment, studying the row of weapons lined up in the rack. Then she snatched down two identical weapons from the rack. She turned and, with a broad grin, tossed one to Harry.
Harry caught it and weighed it in his hands. He looked at her.
"Think you can handle it, dear?" she asked with mocking acid in her voice.
"Oh, I think I can manage," he smiled back at her.
"I hope you can ... for your own sake," she mocked.
"You just worry about your own good, Lois, and let me worry about mine."
"Am I getting under your skin, dearheart?" she teased.
"Not a chance ... "
"That's what you have ... not a chance," she laughed.
They faced each other, brandishing their weapons carefully. Each weapon had a comfortable handle grip around which their fingers curled securely.
The weapon itself resembled a riding crop, but it was made of limber, hard rubber instead of leather. The rubber lash that projected from the handle was two feet long. At its tip was a sharp steel burr that was capable of cutting flesh open cruelly.
It was not a gentle weapon that Lois had chosen. It could do real, hurtful damage.
Louis had chosen the weapon shrewdly. It could in the hands of someone skilled, be used in the same way as a fencing sword. Harry hadn't thought of that when he'd accepted the weapon.
Without conscious knowledge, Harry had given Lois a decided edge. First, she was a superior fencer, and he was not. Second, by agreeing to battle her with such a weapon, he was completely negating his natural physical advantages. Strength, size and weight would prove of no advantage for him now. Her grace, quickness and fencing skill tipped the scales in her favor.
"Any time you're ready, dear," Lois smiled with confidence, fully aware of Harry's error in accepting her choice of weapons.
"Oh, I'm ready, honey," he smiled back at her.
They circled.
Harry made the initial move. Using the weapon as he would a riding crop he took a quick step toward her and swung at her. As he did, Lois gracefully took a fencing stance and stabbed her weapon at him.
Harry's swing veered crazily off as Lois' straight-stabbing weapon drove the sharp, steel burr into his muscle-corded stomach. The sharp burr cut through his leather costume and gouged his flesh painfully.
A look of startled surprise came to Harry's face as blood began to pulse from the wound.
Before he could recover, Lois quickly and gracefully stuck him three more times with the metal burr, driving at him in a fencer's stance. The burr bloodied his belly and chest, causing him sharp pain.
Harry beat a fast backward retreat, realizing too late his error. He desperately swung his weapon at her as she advanced coolly and steadily after him. His wild swings were purely in defense, trying to ward her off.
She feinted her head and shoulders to the left. Harry took the fake and, with a gleeful cry she fooled him, driving the metal burr into his shoulder with the full force of her lunge behind it.
The burr chewed into his shoulder, tearing open the flesh, and blood began to seep from the ugly wound.
Harry grimaced in pain and began to back-pedal away from her. He was helpless to stop her. He knew if he continued to battle her this way she would methodically stab him until he was too bloodied and weak to offer even token resistance. When that happened Harry knew she would swarm over him, subdue him, and then subject him to bitter, painful, humiliating torture.
"Damn you, Lois!" he cursed.
"Damn yourself for being such a fool," she laughed.
"Damn you!" he shouted in frustration.
Harry knew his only chance was in disarming her. He back-pedaled away from her in shameful retreat, fearful to engage her.
Chapter 7
With a mocking smile on her pretty face, her blonde hair flying, Lois came after him. She chased Harry. She was so confident that she was getting careless.
Harry suddenly stopped, braced, and wheeled his weapon at her face. She ducked and drove the burr into his ribs. The pain he felt was excruciating. But, instead of beating a retreat he threw himself at her even as she was quickly withdrawing the bloody burr from his new wound.
With a shout, Harry pounced on her, catching her in his arms. She staggered backwards under the momentum of his charge. He grabbed her wrist and twisted and the weapon fell from her hand, joining his on the floor. They fell together to the floor, Harry on top, clutching Lois in a tightening bear hug.
But with her fingers, in desperation, she clawed at him, digging into his bleeding hold on her.
Lois quickly rolled away from him and scrambled to her feet. Harry got up, bellowing with rage. The front of his skin-tight leather suit was sliced open and blood oozed from eleven wounds painfully inflicted by the metal burr. The wounds and the pain that they caused him diminished his strength and agility.
As he got up, Lois ran, bounced, and flew at him, feet first. The sharp, stiletto heels of her boots hit him full-force in the gut, puncturing his flesh deeper and more painfully than the metal burr had. He sat down hard, clutching his bleeding stomach.
Lois swarmed at him, capturing him in a judo hold, dragging him up and tossing him through the air. He landed hard and skidded, facedown.
She pounced on him from behind, one foot crunching down on the small of his back as one of her hands tangled in his hair and the other grasped him hard under the chin.
She yanked his hair brutally, pushed up his chin, craning up his head and upper part of his body as she pressed down hard on the small of his back with her boot. The sharp heel drove into his skin, puncturing, drawing blood.
Harry gave a choking, helpless shriek.
And then Lois jammed his head forward, smashing his face into the hard, padded, leather floor. When his face smashed into the floor it was like suffering a devastating blow in the face from a powerful heavyweight boxer.
Five more times she brutally yanked his head up and then smashed his face into the floor. And her boot and sharp heel continued to drive relentlessly into the aching, bleeding small of his back.
Harry was so dazed and in pain that he was fast sinking toward unconsciousness. He was barely aware that Lois was dragging him to his feet. He didn't even see the blow coming ... her fist crashed into the point of his jaw. He went down as if pole-axed.
Again she dragged him up and drove him down with a solid blast of her fist. Not even knowing where he was, Harry, with dumb, brave instinct, climbed to his feet.
His nose was swollen and bloody. His lips were split and bleeding. His chin and cheeks were bruised and puffy. He stood there, swaying on rubbery legs as Lois coolly measured him for a finishing blow.
And then the shock of her fist vibrated through his, dulled brain. His head snapped back and he teetered on the balls of his feet, his eyes blinking.
Lois cursed. She measured him again, ready to blast him down and out with one last blow. She was furious that he hadn't fallen. She stepped in, her right fist sailing right at his bloody mouth.
The impact of her fist sent showers of blood splattering from his mouth. The force of the punch spun him half around ...
As he spun drunkenly, out on his feet, his knees beginning to give and sag, some instinct in him sent his own fist swinging wildly at Lois.
Crack!
His big fist caught her by surprise on the side of the jaw. She blinked, seeing dancing red and white and yellow spots before her glazing eyes.
It was a wild, lucky punch.
It had caught Lois unprepared and off-balance. Down she went flat on her back in a daze, her little pleated leather skirt fluttering to reveal her pink, skin-tight leather panties. And, even as Lois hit the floor, Harry, so battered, aching and bloodied and groggy that he didn't even know he'd hit her, crumpled to the floor too.
The combatants were both sprawled out as if both were knocked unconscious. They both began to stir at the same time. Harry was a beaten pulp. Except for the puffy red bruise on the side of her jaw, Lois was unmarked. But the blow that had luckily caught her had taken the starch out of her.
Now they were both on their hands and knees.
Lois, in far better condition, crawled on all-fours toward Harry. Harry was hovering on his hands and knees, swaying, too beaten to get up. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, and oozed from the wounds that she had inflicted with the burr-tipped weapon.
Lois crawled over to him. She gathered her strength and got up to her knees. Harry looked like a bleeding bear on his hands and knees before her. With all of the strength that she possessed, Lois began to punch him in the face, using both fists.
He was helpless to defend himself.
Her lefts and rights snapped his head from side-to-side. A blow to his eye gave him shocking pain. Instantly his eye puffed closed. On her knees she hit him with lefts and rights. To her frustration, he would not cave in.
"Damn you ... " she muttered.
Finally, summoning every ounce of strength that she possessed, Lois crashed her right fist into his pulpy face.
That did it.
Harry's arms and legs went out from under him. He collapsed with a strangled, blood-choked cry, unconscious.
Lois stared at him; the victory was hers. And, because he had agreed to the wrong choice of weapons, the victory had been decidedly one-sided, in her favor. But he had almost finished her with his desperately lucky punch. And, he had displayed immense courage and will under the battering and cutting-up that she had subjected him to.
Lois had evened the score. Sexually, she was tremendously excited at having beaten a man in combat. She felt hot desire and strong admiration for his courage. Because she so admired his courage, and was so strongly sexually excited, she decided not to subject him to torture.
Now she felt compassion ... a feeling a girl as sadistically oriented as she rarely felt. Now she wanted to tend his wounds, and, once they were tended and soothed, she wanted to lay him, wanted to consume him and overwhelm him sexually, just as she had in physical combat.
Lois struggled and finally managed to heave his dead-weight onto the top of a leather-padded table. The table had wheels attached to its legs. Lois wheeled the table out of the gym, and the bloodied, beaten body of Harry lay still on it. He was still unconscious.
She would take Harry to one of the bedrooms. There she would revive him, salve and patch his wounds, bathe him in warm water. Later, she would deposit him on the bed where she would indulge her sexual desires to the limit, using him as her helpless instrument of pleasure. If he resisted, she would subject him to torture. He was too weak and pain-wracked to offer resistance.
And, even as Lois wheeled Harry's unconscious body out of the gym, other couples, male and female, clad in bizarre costumes, were filing into the gym. They had all witnessed Harry's crushing defeat at Lois' hands through the trick mirror from the dressing room.
Within moments after Lois had wheeled Harry away, whips were flying. Male and female bodies were being subjected to the cruel bite of the whip. Female and male bodies were being stretched painfully on the wheel-like rack of torture. Males and females dangled from the overhead beams, their wrists chained, as whips, flails, riding crops and other weapons of terror cut open flesh, starting oozes of bright blood to flow.
As all of this transpired, Marie was still in Marshal Gunderson's lavish bedroom. He had fucked her in the cunt, in the asshole, in the mouth, his monstrous cock giving her unending thrills, and blinding climax after climax.
It was a fantastic bed in which Marie was experiencing sexual joy with the old, robust Marshal Gunderson. It was an enormous, circular bed, covered with silk and satin sheets. The bed was isolated from the rest of the vast, luxurious bedroom ... it was secluded in a semi-circular nook which one entered through an arching entranceway.
The ceiling and the walls surrounding the bed were mirrored, so that the couple in the bed could watch their reflections as they romped. The mirrors added to sexual enjoyment and excitement.
The circular bed could be controlled electronically. It could vibrate. It could be raised and lowered in sections. And, it was wired with devices to heighten erotic sensations.
"Oh, Marshal ... what are you going to do to me now ... ?" Marie sighed in the warm afterglow of total fulfillment.
"You'll see, Marie, my darling, you'll see," he grinned.
"I love everything you do to me, you adorable bear you," she breathed softly, her moist eyes worshipping him.
"Let's see if you love this, my darling ... "
"What're you doing?"
"I'm wiring you for thrills," he chuckled.
She let him have his way. She was willing to let him do anything to her. She didn't even protest when he strapped her arms and legs down, spreading them lewdly wide apart. Then there was a humming noise. The bed began to move, heaving slowly up under her buttocks and the small of her back.
"Marshall ... ?" she said in a questioning, little voice.
"Trust me, my love, trust me," he smiled.
"I ... trust you ... but this is so weird ... "
The middle of the bed rose up, lifting only her hips and buttocks; her legs were bent down and her back was bent backwards; she was bent like the letter C, her pubic mound shoved way up, vulnerable and exposed.
"What are you going to do ... " she asked weakly.
"Give you joy, my dear."
"Ohhh ... "
"For a few moments, my dear Marie, this shall be your skilled lover."
"A ... a ... feather?" she said in disbelief.
"Yes, Marie, love ... a feather."
"But I don't understand ... "
"You shall."
She groaned painfully, trying to adjust to the bizarre position in which she was stretched. Her eyes grew wide as she saw in the mirrors the way she was positioned. She squirmed against her bonds, but it was useless. Suddenly she felt humiliation and shame. The white rounded cheeks of her ass stood high up and her cunt was laid wide open.
"Marshal ... "
"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear ... I promise."
Then she felt a light, flicking sensation at the soles of her bare feet. In the mirror she saw that it was the long, white feather that he was using. The feather grazed torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet.
"Ohhhhh ... " she cried, shivering against the bonds that held her.
"Enjoy. Relax," he crooned.
He was leaning forward at her feet, sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, grinning lewdly at her spread-eagled nakedness. The long white feather was attached to a pole.
The tickling of the feather began to drive Marie mad.
"Stop! Marshal! Stop! I can't stand it!" she cried.
Her body thrashed wildly against the binding bonds. He continued the lascivious stroking slowly up her calves, pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small, titillating circles against her soft bare flesh.
Marie jerked, trying uselessly to escape the maddening circles of the teasing feather. Gunderson grinned. She was drawn in a crab-like position that exposed the moist pink slit of her cunt completely to his eyes.
Then, with a little chuckle, he thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink pussy.
Marie was going out of her mind and writhed and tossed wildly against her bonds attempting to escape the insane torture.
"Oh, oh, please stop! Please stop, Marshal! I ... I ... I can't stand it ... can't stand it!"
Still the teasing feather played at the tender parts of her cunt, working its way up the full length of the narrow, palpitating slit to her tiny, throbbing clitoris, and flicking at it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Marie felt it begin a gentle, involuntary jerking into hardness.
He worked the feather up over the mound of her cunt and across the flat of her belly, pausing to play it tantalizingly over the soft, tender, sensitive area under her arms. This almost drove Marie crazy.
She felt relief when she felt it begin to crawl up over her full, ripe tits and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her normal revulsion at being caressed by a feather when bound down in such a humiliating position, she felt herself responding. Her cries of humiliation and torture tapered into deep groans of pleasure.
The feather slowed its flicking to a soft gentle stroking that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body. She was losing control over her emotion as the feather seduced her.
Against her will her proud, firm tits throbbed and the nipples soared in stiff, tingling hardness as the tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around her pink aureoles.
And then the feather began to move down her quivering body again. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, causing a slow, uncontrollable undulation of her hips. The split of her crotch was wide open.
With a lewd chuckle the robust old man flicked the tip of the feather without warning against the sensitive, puckered ring of her anus. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and tried to screw itself down to escape the teasing.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhggggghhhhh! Don't! Please! Please! I can't stand it ... I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe at her cringing asshole. And then, as gently and surprisingly as it had started, the feathering of her body stopped. She groaned, trembling all over, wildly aroused.
Now, as she groaned, he attached rubber cups to her body. She asked no questions. The cups were wired to a control box next to his hand, under the mattress of the bed. When he was satisfied that the rubber suction cups on the ends of long tubes were attached securely to her nipples, he grinned.
"W-what are you doing?"
"You'll love it, my dear."
"But what ... ?"
She glanced in the mirror and saw the way the suction cups were attached to her nipples, and she felt shame. First he had excited her with a feather, and now he was going to subject her to machine-excitement.
She watched in the mirror in shameful fascination as he pressed one of the many buttons on the control box, and suddenly she gasped at the reaction.
A gentle sucking motion began at the cups connected to her nipples, and almost simultaneously a slow vibration began in the bed under her. Her breasts involuntarily hardened at the first weird tug at her nipples. Goose bumps rippled along her skin.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An exquisite sensation a thousand times softer than any lips that had ever touched her gripped her.
The teasing suction cups attached to her vibrating tits sucked madly, making her groan with hot delight. And then she felt another suction cup being attached to her cunt. It began sucking and vibrating as she squealed wildly. The suction cups drove her insane. They tugged and sucked at her nipples and cunt, making her throb hotly. The tugging and sucking increased and the demon rubber tubes attached to the cups on her nipples sucked and pulled at her tits until they jerked like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. And the cup on her pussy was slurping as no mouth ever could.
Marie was senseless, erotically surrendered to the machine's suction cups.
"Fuck me Marshal! I'm burning up!" she screamed on the top of her lungs, seduced and vanquished.
Instantly his huge naked cock raced up into her; he had pulled the suction cup from her cunt and had rammed home in one motion. The cups on her nipples were still tugging and sucking wildly. He entered her like a rampaging bull. He buried his long, thick rod way up in her soaked cunt.
A strange, masochistic joy rippled through Marie. His cock was so big it gave her pain ... pain that she had learned to love. She waved her cunt at his plowing cock, loving the painful, delicious impalement. The reflection of herself in the mirror incited her more. This was total subjugation ... being bound helplessly this way, her tits jiggling crazily under the weird ministrations of the suction cups. She could see in the mirror his giant rod impaling her.
"Is it good?" Gunderson panted as he screwed her with hard lunges. "Do you like it?"
"Ohhhh! Yes! Yes! I love it!" She felt his huge, hard cock flex inside of her squirming snatch. 'Mmmmmmahhhhhh! Do that again!" she cried with delight.
"Like this better than with your husband?" he asked, slowing the throbbing of his impaling cock to hear her admission of depraved submission.
"Yes ... "
"Want me to stop?"
"Oh, no! Don't!" Marie panicked at the thought. "Not yet! Never, never!"
The moist, sucking sound of fucking filled the nook. Marie groaned in lewd submission as sensations raced through her body. Her toes curled as she bucked up and down, sucked by the cups at the tits, fucked by the old man in the cunt.
The finish blacked Marie out. Even as she sailed through her wild climax, consciousness was fleeing her. Even as his big cock shot wads of goo into her contracting cunt she was fading away.
Much later that night Marie went in search of Harry. She finally found her battered husband sequestered in a small suite of rooms with Lois. She was startled when she saw what Lois had done to him.
Lois had not only pulverized him during their fight, but she had been fucking him to deathly exhaustion after reviving him ... for hours and hours ...
In a matter of seconds, Marie accomplished what her big husband had been incapable of. She pulled Lois off of her husband and beat her up terribly, knocking Lois around the room as if she were a punching bag. She blackened both of Lois' eyes, broke her nose, bloodied her mouth and pounded her body black-and-blue with her fists before taking the snake skin whip to Lois' naked body.
Lois had so exhausted herself with her sexual excesses with Harry that she was no match for Marie. She was a defeated, battered, weeping girl when Marie took the cruel whip to her.
Marie flogged Lois raw, cutting her back, buttocks and tits to bleeding pulps before her rage subsided. Then she gently dressed her pain-wracked, exhausted husband.
Marshal Gunderson agreed to house Harry in one of the wings of his mansion until he was healed. Gunderson's personal doctor cared for Harry, nursing him quickly back to health, treating his body with ointments and drugs that were obscure and virtually unknown to the medical profession.
The ointments and drugs worked quick miracles of healing, and Harry was healed and back to normal in record-breaking time.
Marie told her children that their father was away on a business trip. Betty, Carol and Bill swallowed Marie's story whole as the truth, never suspecting what had really happened to their father.
Chapter 8
Several weeks later the summer heat became so oppressive that Marie and Harry decided to go up their summer home in the mountains for a vacation. Of course, it was to be a family trip, and Betty, Bill and Carol were eager to go along.
The trip was a spur-of-the moment decision. It was agreed that they'd leave Friday. But, because of the short notice, some hitches prevented them from travelling together.
As it turned out, Marie drove up ahead of the rest of her family, by herself. Carol and Bill would drive up during the afternoon in his car. Betty had a date Friday night and Harry had to wine and dine a client. So, Harry said he'd bring Betty up with him the following morning.
Little did any of them know that this was to be a fateful, landmark weekend for them all. As a family unit, they were anything but normal ...
Marie and Harry, as mother and father, cheated openly on each other in the most outrageous way. And, they both indulged in perverted, sado-masochistic behavior. Betty had initiated an incestuous relationship with her brother which had deepened into a consuming affair; Carol yearned to do the dame. Already, as a family, they were on the road toward group moral decadence.
Now it was shortly after noon, and Bill was driving Carol up to the mountain retreat. Both youngsters were beginning to ride a building high on marijuana. They smoked as they drove along, getting high on the intoxicating effect of the cigarettes.
"You know, we oughta stop for some lunch. It's gonna be a long time till dinner," Bill said.
"Okay."
Carol slipped across the seat until she was cuddled close to her big brother. As she moved, her miniskirt hiked up, showing her creamy thighs almost to the lacy edge of her panties. Bill didn't mind. He was floating on his high, as was she.
"You got nice legs, Carol."
"Thanks. Look all you want," she giggled, not attempting to pull the hem of her skirt down.
"Oh, I will," he laughed. He put his arm around her shoulders and liked the warmth of her body pressed close to his. He drove along with one hand on the wheel, weaving slightly on the road under the influence of the marijuana.
Carol cuddled as close as she could; in her mind's eyes she could see Betty seducing Bill. She sighed and dropped her hand on his thigh. She grinned when she felt his body slightly tense.
Now neither said a word as they drove along. They were both aware of the their physical closeness, and it was heightened by the drugging effect of marijuana.
As Bill took a curve at high speed, the car swayed slightly and her body slid tight up against his. As it did, her hand on his thigh slid accidentally up higher on his thigh, forced up by the motion of the car. Now her hand was high up on his thigh, almost at the very top of it, the fingers of her hand lying low around his inner thigh.
She glanced down. She saw the stiff bulge of his hard-on ... on his other thigh. If her hand had been on his other thigh, it would have slid up over his hard-on.
Carol stayed cuddled close to her brother, her hand resting way up on his thigh, her skirt hiked way up. She knew she looked very sexy. She could see by the bulge in his pants that he wanted her. That thrilled her.
"This is nice and cozy," she sighed.
"Yeah ... "
"Do ... do I bother you?" she asked, squeezing his thigh.
"Bother me? Whatta you mean?"
"Oh ... I don't know ... " she said coyly.
"Yeah. You bother me all right," he said frankly.
"How do I bother you?"
"By being beautiful and sexy and all ... and ... you're my baby sister."
"Baby sister or not," she giggled, "I gave you a big boner in your pants."
"Yeah ... I thought you'd notice it."
"How could I miss it?" she grinned wickedly.
"Guess you couldn't ... "
"I sure couldn't."
"Hey, how long have you known I had a hard-on?"
"Oh, I watched it growing," she giggled. "Want me to do something about it?"
"You're my sister."
"So's Betty!"
"Christ! You know about Betty and me?"
"I sure do. She didn't tell me. I saw. I saw it happen the first time. I was going to sleep when you came home. I came down and saw you and Betty. I watched it all from the stairway."
"Jeez ... "
"How would you like a blowjob?" she asked brazenly.
"Christ! You're only thirteen ... "
"So? Tell you what ... "
"What?"
"We'll have something to eat. I won't have dessert. I'll have you for dessert! I know what I'll do ... I'll get an extra chocolate pudding for dessert. I'll sneak it out of the restaurant and when we're alone I'll smear it all over your cock ... that way I can have my dessert and eat it," she laughed wildly.
"Christ! Too much!" he laughed.
"I think of everything," she winked. "Hey, there's a diner."
He turned the car off the highway and pulled into the parking lot.
"How about a kiss?" he leered.
"No," she said frankly, wanting to stay in control. "That'll only make your boner bigger, Bill. It's so big now I don't know how you're going to smuggle it into the diner. But, that's your problem," she grinned.
"I guess I'll shove my hands in my pocket, or something," he said lamely.
Now Bill and Carol were finishing their lunch. Carol leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, moving her shoulders. When she did, her firm, lovely tits swayed, uncupped by a bra.
"Don't wear a bra, huh?" Bill grinned.
"Nope. Don't need one. Disapprove?" she teased.
"Hell no!"
She wanted to tease her big brother. She wanted to make him squirm. She wanted him to be so hot for her that he'd grind his teeth.
They were sitting across from each other in the nearly deserted diner. He was looking at her as he sipped water. She smiled at him, licking her tongue suggestively over her lips. She worked her shoe off of her foot and inched down in her chair, reaching her long, lovely leg under the table toward her brother. Her foot touched his ankle under the table.
"Oh, you wanna play footsy?" he grinned.
"I have more than that in mind," she grinned wickedly back at him.
Her bare foot slid up his calf, her toes wiggling teasingly. He just sat there, staring at her, his face slightly flushed. She stretched her leg and her foot moved caressingly up over her brother's thigh. She could see desire glittering in his eyes.
When her foot reached his crotch and pressed down he gasped. She smiled luridly and began to move her foot gently and teasingly to and fro over his rising erection, curling her toes, feeling the length and thickness of his cock.
It was a maddening caress, and she knew she was driving him wild with the slow slide of her foot and toes over the huge lump in his trousers. She felt the throb and flex of his cock under her moving foot, and thrilled.
"I guess we ought to get the check and leave," Carol purred softly as her foot wove a spell on his throbbing cock under the table.
"Christ! Whatta feeling ... " he groaned as he slid down slightly in his chair, shoving his hard-on at her caressing foot.
"It's fun," she smiled.
"Keep that up and you'll give me a bad case of blue balls."
"No sweat," she laughed. "I have the chocolate pudding right here."
"Oh ...
"Get the check and let's get out of here," she said urgently.
"Yeah. Okay."
As the waitress worked out their check, standing right next to their table, Carol made it even more difficult for Bill by rubbing her foot wildly over his aching, rock-hard cock. Bill paid the waitress and she left. He put a tip on the table and looked around. When he saw no one was looking their way he got up and beat a fast exit, Carol close behind him. His hard-on pushed out in the front of his pants like a tent pole.
They got into the car. There were only a few cars parked in the sun-drenched parking lot; their car was under the shade of a tree. Carol looked at Bill as she put the cup of chocolate pudding on the dashboard and slid over toward him. Her hand went quickly to his lap and her slender, eager fingers tightly circled the bunched material of his trousers around his arching erection. He groaned.
"We'll ... have to drive someplace ... "
"No! Let's do it right here," she said firmly as her hand played up and down over his cock through his trousers.
"But ... someone might see us!"
"That's what makes it all the more fun," she laughed.
"But ... "
"Hush. Do you want a case of blue balls?"
"Oh, what the hell ... "
"Just relax," she purred.
Bill gave himself up to her, just as he had to Betty. She quickly unbuckled his belt. She liked the way things were going. The blowjob would be a start. Next she'd screw him and lose her cherry.
She unbuttoned his trousers. Her fingers found the tab of his zipper, and down it went. His pants gaped open.
"Lift your behind," she said.
He did, sluggishly, and she dragged his pants down and they bunched around his ankles. His face was flushed and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
"You're putty in my hands, Bill," she whispered.
"Christ ... " he groaned, as if helpless.
Down went his shorts. She gazed with hot curiosity at his hard-on. It was the first one she had ever seen up close. In fact, his cock was the only one she had ever seen. She closed her warm, slender fingers around his hard cock and thrilled when she felt it throb in the palm of her hand.
"Mmmmmmm. What a nice big hard cock you have, darling Bill," she whispered, fluttering her tongue in his ear, making him nearly sob in his need. "I'm going to just love fooling around with your nice prick. It's so nice and big and hard."
"Carol! You're driving me nuts!"
Her hand was tight around the shaft of his cock, gripping, moving up and down with a lazy sliding motion. And then she bent low over his lap, her hand cupping, pressuring, massaging, jerking on his cock, and her long blonde hair swished over his belly and thighs and her warm breath fanned over the straining, blood-engorged head of his prick.
She flicked her tongue out and daintily licked away the glistening drop of seminal fluid from the tiny gland. She found she loved the sticky, musky taste of it.
She held his erection in the moving cup of her hand, her other hand toying deliciously with his sac of balls, and then she pressed her warm, smooth cheek against the underside of his throbbing cock. She rubbed her cheek lovingly against his hard-on, loving the feel of it.
They were both so hot with desire and high on marijuana that they didn't care if someone saw them.
And then Carol pressed a wet, parted-lip kiss on the knob of his prick, her eyelashes fluttering. Her kiss lingered there as he groaned and panted helplessly.
"Bill ... ?"
"Yeah ... ?"
"I stole a napkin from the diner. Chocolate pudding can be awful messy," she giggled.
"Please! You're driving me out of my gord!" he begged.
She liked the way he helplessly begged. It gave her a feeling of power over him that she loved. Carol giggled as she reached to the dashboard for the cup of chocolate pudding. She held it in one hand, made a face and then dipped her other hand into the chocolate. It was cool and gooie,
"This is gonna be messy, but it's gonna be fun! Delicious fun!" she grinned wickedly.
With one hand circling the base of his hard-on she went to work. She had a creamy handful of pudding. She slowly began to smear gobs of it over the satiny head of his hard prick. He moaned and shivered.
"God! It's cold! And Gooie!" he groaned as she smeared it all over his arching prick. She covered every inch of his cock and balls with it.
"Oh, Bill, look at it! It looks like a giant, thick, chocolate pudding stick!" she laughed. "Mmmmmm. It looks delicious. Good enough to eat!"
"Then please ... please ... eat it!" he begged in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I will, I will! Nothing could stop me from such a delectable feast!
"Suck me off! Blow me!" he begged, his voice choking.
She giggled and bowed her head, her eyelashes fluttering. The chocolate knob of his hard-on quivered as her lips came closer. Her tongue edged out.
Her tongue began to play a teasing, licking, lazy circle over the very tip of his cock, slowly, plowing through the thick chocolate. Over the knob of his prick her tongue slowly licked, taking a layer of chocolate with every lick. He groaned at the teasing lick of her tongue, desperately wanting her lips to close around his throbbing cock.
But strangely, as anxious as she was to know what it was like, she took her time. Slowly, round and round over the bulging head of his prick her chocolate stained tongue licked. Her tongue circled and laved and flicked, giving him thrilling sensations. Then she slowly began dragging her tongue up and down over the entire length and thickness of his chocolate smeared erection.
She had to have it now.
She ducked her head. Her lips ovaled. They closed around the knob of his prick. He shivered and groaned. Carol was thrilled. She had a cock in her mouth at last! Her own big brother's cock! She was wild with excitement.
As she began to suck on his chocolate covered cock she discovered that she loved doing it. It seemed like one of the greatest treats that the world had to offer.
She sucked on his chocolate coated hard-on with exceptional delight. She was getting glassy-eyed with the voluptuous feeling it gave her. She surged her lips up and down. She nibbled and scraped with her teeth as her head began to bob and circle.
The chocolate made his cock slippery and easy to mouth. She suckled his meaty prick with passion, and he nearly sobbed as she did. His cock slid in and out of her warm, wet, encircling lips. She gobbled it up.
She loved the over-stuffed feeling ... loved the way it crammed her mouth full. Her blonde head bobbed and circled over his hot, slippery, jerking prick. She held it in a vice-like, velvet grip with her smothering lips as she sucked on it.
His hard cudgel appeared and disappeared in the tight circle of her clinging, distended lips as she sucked lecherously. She loved the taste and warmth and hardness. It was like a tasty, chocolate lollipop.
"Oh, holy Christ! Do you know how to suck!" he gasped.
She put all of her imagination and energy into it. She felt it bloating and lurching.
"I'm gonna come! Cheeeeeeerist!"
And he came, and his spurting tool surged in and out of her milking lips. She felt the throb and shudder of his fleshy cock as the first spurt of thick, warm, sticky sperm shot into her mouth to splash into her throat. She swallowed, loving the taste. She gulped it down greedily. She drank every drop of it till there was none left and his cock was collapsing in the wet clamp of her lips.
Then, slowly, she slid her lips off of his limp cock.
"Now I have to lick you clean," she giggled.
"God, that was terrific!" he panted.
"That was my first blowjob."
"I don't believe it!" he said, awed.
She glowed. She felt swelling pride. She ducked her lovely face to his limp prick and her pink tongue began to slowly lick over every inch, every pore of his cock, washing it clean of chocolate. And then her tongue was laving over his sac of balls; she licked and sucked both of them clean.
"Now you're all clean, but all soaked. I'll have to dry you off."
She grinned and took the napkin and with loving hands delicately dried his limp cock and sac of balls.
"There," she said. "All dry. Feel better now?"
"Feel great!"
Ten miles farther down the road Bill pulled off the highway into a side road. Carol's hand had his tool rigid again. She climbed astride his lap, her cunt sank down on his hard-on, and she lost her virginity. They stopped three more times to fuck before they reached their family's mountain retreat.
When Betty got home from her date late that night she was surprised to find the house was empty. Her father still wasn't home from his business engagement.
She bathed and then lay back on her bed, trying to read. She was wearing a shorty nighty. It was lacy and black and very seductive, barely covering her lush curves. All she wore under it was a sheer pair of lacy matching panties. The nighty dipped low in the deep crevice between her naked, jutting tits, and you could see the rosy imprint of her nipples through the sheer fabric.
And then Betty heard the noise of a car. She heard the front door slam, and she heard her father moving about downstairs. She got out of bed and stepped into a pair of black, satin slippers. She didn't think to slip on a robe. She went downstairs.
She saw her father in the living room, pouring himself a stiff drink. As she slipped quietly into the room she watched him drain the drink in one long pull. She saw him stagger about, obviously drunk.
She walked over to him. Harry stared at his daughter, as he swayed drunkenly, his eyes bleary.
"Daddy, I was worried about you. It's so late."
"Hey, beautiful," he laughed drunkenly, his bleary eyes slowly looking over her. "You look sexy an' beautifooool," he slurred.
Betty suddenly realized how provocative her shorty nighty was ... it was the sexiest thing she owned ... and she knew that he could see right through it ... but ... he was, after all, her father, so it was all right.
"Oh, Daddy. You're smashed."
"Smashed?" he repeated stupidly.
"You're drunk. Oh, dear, are you ever drunk!"
"Me? Drunk? Never! Never touch the stuff!" he laughed.
"You smell like a brewery."
"Jus' had a few little nips, thas all. Say, you look swell in that get up," he slurred, his glassy eyes going over her scanty, nearly transparent nighty.
Harry dimly understood that this was Betty, his daughter. But the dim understanding blurred and in his confused, drunken mind all he understood clearly was that here was a ravishing blonde wearing almost nothing.
"Oh, Daddy. We'll have to get you to bed. You're so stoned you might pass out."
"I'm awright ... "
He began to sag, about to topple over. Betty ran quickly to him.
Chapter 9
"Oh, Daddy!" Betty said, wrapping her arms around him, trying to steady him and prevent a drunken fall.
Harry sagged heavily against his daughter. He felt her warm, firm body under his fingers as he clutched at her. By accident one of his hands closed around her ripe, right breast through the frail, lacy nighty.
Betty gasped. His cupping hand held her startled tit. Involuntarily the nipple sprang out, lengthening, hardening, with tingling excitement. He squeezed it as he sagged against her and she moaned softly feeling pain and excitement, forbidden excitement. But he was her father!
"Come on, Daddy. Let's get you upstairs and into bed."
"Say, you have some pair ... " he said drunkenly as he stared down the gaping front of her nighty, his hand still cupping and unconsciously caressing her captive tit.
"You mustn't do that," she whispered.
"Baby, you got some sweet pair of titties," he grinned, his eyes like glass marbles.
"Please, Daddy," she said desperately as he felt her up, gently kneading, triggering her libido, making her feel warm all over. "Daddy ... please!"
"Daddy?" he asked stupidly. "Daddy? Hell, I might be older than you, gorgeous, but why call me daddy?"
She supported him. He was so drunk he didn't even know who she was. She moaned softly as he continued to caress her tits. She was feeling weak.
"Daddy, no! You musn't do that! I'm Betty!"
"Betty? Pretty name. My daughter's name's Betty ... "
"Please!" She tried to take his hand from her tingling breast. As she did, they lost their balance and fell to the floor, landing in a heap on the thick carpet, Betty on her back, her father lying on top of her like a heavy log ... dead weight.
She struggled to get free. He dragged down the shoulder straps of her nighty, baring her firm, voluptuous tits, and began to fondle them, his mouth closing over her nipple. The nipple stiffened in the nursing suck of her father's lips, and she trembled.
"Don't do that," she pleaded as he suckled on her thrilling nipple. "I can't stand it. Please, Daddy!" She heaved, trying to get out from under his dead weight. "No, no!" she panted.
She struggled until she got out from under him. As she did, Harry fell forward and lay there, as if dead. She got up and pulled the straps back in place.
She was stunned. He was so drunk he didn't know who she was. Now he lay there motionless. Passed out. And she had to lug him upstairs. And then he craned his head up and grinned at her foolishly, his eyes like glass.
"Come on, Daddy. You have to try to get up. We have to get you upstairs. Please?"
"Get up ... have to get up ... " He struggled.
Betty hooked her hands under his armpits and together they struggled until he was on his feet. Betty was breathing hard from the effort.
"Now, Daddy. Put your arm around my shoulders. Lean on me. Come on."
He put his arm around her shoulders, leaning his weight on her. He was so leaden that she nearly collapsed. Together, staggering, they moved toward the stairs. It took all of her strength to support him.
The strap of her nighty slid down and the front of her lacy black night drooped away from her lush, swaying breasts. There was no way she could pull it up. Her father's loose hand swung, bouncing and grazing over her naked tits, teasing and inflaming the nipples. She fought to concentrate on the effort to get him up the stairs.
Slowly they began to climb the stairs. Betty was panting under his weight as she supported him.
"You're nice," he murmured as he began to sag heavily.
They fell forward together on the stairs and just lay there. He was half over her. They were half-way up. She didn't feel she had the strength left to move. She just lay there, half under him, fighting for breath and strength to go on.
And then he was nuzzling at her throat, and his hands were full of her heaving tits. He felt up her naked tits as she lay there helplessly.
"No ... no, no! You mustn't do that ... "
His hands fondled her full, ripe tits. And she groaned involuntarily. His lips moved over her naked tits, nibbling at one tingling peak, then the other, making her nipples distend. His lips closed around her nipple and his tongue began to flog and tattoo it, and she began to gasp under him.
She tried to arch away from his mouth, but he was too heavy, and she was so tired from struggling under his weight. They lay there, halfway up the stairs, the father's mouth doing sensuous things to the daughter's breasts, and the daughter helpless to stop him. His lips and teeth toyed with her nipples as his tongue dragged over the peaks, too.
And then his hands began to move.
She felt his hand on her naked thighs, moving up toward the fragile panties. She gasped as he sucked and licked on her nipples. His hand moved clumsily and quickly toward her cunt. She tried to jam her thighs closed.
When she felt his fingers touching the narrow strip of panty over her crotch she jumped as if she'd been shocked. She fought wildly, and again she managed to get herself out from under him.
He sagged, bumping his head on the carpeted step. Again she struggled with him, slowly dragging him, supporting him, up the stairs, puffing under his weight.
Finally, they made it to the top. She let him go and he sank to the floor. She sat down, fighting for breath. She stared at her father. His eyes were closed and there was a foolish grin on his face. She sat there until she regained her strength and breath.
"Come on, Daddy. Get up. We're almost to your room. Come on. You'll feel better once you're in bed. You're so drunk. You have to sleep it off."
He didn't answer even though his eyes fluttered open. But he did try to get up as she lifted him. And then, with his arms around her shoulders, they staggered into his bedroom. She maneuvered him to the bed and gave him a gentle push, and he fell back heavily on the bed.
She stood there at the edge of his bed, her hair in disarray, the straps of her nighty down again, her breasts exposed and heaving. Impatiently, she dragged the straps back up. She got onto the bed and pushed him about with effort, and managed to get the bed ready for him.
Then she went to his dresser and searched for his pajamas. She couldn't find them. With a lack of patience she slammed the drawer shut. She went back to where he lay on the bed, breathing heavily, his eyes closed.
"Come on, Daddy. We have to get you undressed and under the covers."
She went to work when he didn't respond. She got his jacket off and put it over the chair by the side of the bed. It was dark in the room, the only light coming in from the hallway. She reached over and snapped on the little bed lamp. It cast a weak light, barely adding to the light in the darkened room. But there was enough light for her to see.
Betty got off his shoes and socks and then got his tie off. She unbuttoned his shirt and turned him, pulling it off. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. She stared at his broad chest. He had such broad shoulders! His chest was deep, and his stomach was flat and corded with muscles. He had the body of a young athlete.
Betty bent over him and her trembling fingers went to his belt buckles. As she leaned over him the straps of the nighty slipped down exposing her tits.
As she bent down the nipples grazed over his flat, corded stomach, and her throat went dry with excitement. She heard him laugh and in the darkness saw him looking up at her. She knew that her face was in the shadows and that he couldn't see her clearly.
His hand touched her warm hip. She stiffened. He leaned up and his face rubbed against her naked, swaying breasts. His lips brushed over the side of her left breast. Then slowly his lips began moving over the underside of her satiny globe and then his tongue was at the nipple.
"Please, Daddy! Don't do that ... " She took a deep breath. "Just lie back and let me get you undressed.
Harry ignored his daughter's words. Betty struggled to control her outlaw sexual emotions. His lips and tongue began to work over her breasts.
It was too much for her to resist. With a groan she leaned forward, shamelessly offering her tits to him. Her nipples were stiff between his lips. Strong, urgent cravings filled her as he suckled on the tingling nipples, teasing them with his lips, tongue and teeth. It was forbidden, what she was letting him do, but her defenses were not equal to the power of the feelings he was giving her.
Harry suckled deliciously on her tits, not knowing that they were his daughter's, knowing only that they were delectable. His mouth moved from one to the other. He suckled and licked over her cones, and Betty moaned.
Now the hand he had on her hip was moving down and around, over her belly, down toward the V at her thighs. She felt his hand suddenly cup her pussy mound through the sheer black lacy panties, and the touch thrilled her and she whimpered and spread her thighs.
She felt his hand pressing intimately, and the warm, swollen lips of her pussy began to pulse and moisten. Her pulse began to race as she felt his fingers trying to get under the crotch band of the panties, trying to get at the flesh cleft of her cunt.
She was struck with guilt. The things she was permitting were wrong and forbidden. She had to stop him.
"No, no, no ... " she whimpered.
She pushed him and he drunkenly fell back and sprawled out as if unconscious. She moved quickly. Her trembling fingers unfastened his belt and then she found the zipper tab. She dragged the zipper down, keeping her eyes on his face. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling and humming softly to himself, as if in a dream.
And then she dragged his trousers down and off. Still keeping her eyes intently on his face, she yanked off his shorts, not daring to look at his crotch. She turned and lay his clothes on the chair. She knew he was now naked. She didn't want to look at his naked body, at his naked cock; he was, after all, her father ...
But she had no choice.
She turned and looked at him. His face was in peaceful repose, and he seemed to be breathing deeply and evenly, as in sleep. He looked like a Greek God.
And then ... her eyes flicked to his crotch. She gasped.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy ... "
Her voice was feverish. He had a tremendous hard-on!
She just sat there, her feet tucked under her buttocks, and stared at the huge erection, not able too tear her eyes away. She licked her lips nervously as her eyes measured the length and thickness of her father's monstrous erection. It was the biggest one that she had ever seen.
"Oh, Daddy, you're sooo handsome," she whispered, as if to herself. He lay there passively. She wanted desperately to touch it. But it was wrong. But she wanted to. And, he was unconscious. He'd never know. And it wouldn't really hurt either of them.
Betty could not resist. She moved, got in between his wide-spread legs. She lay on her stomach, supporting herself with her elbows. Gingerly, she reached out with her trembling hand. Her fingers touched his rampant cock. She heard him groan and she hesitated. She looked up at his peaceful face.
With one hand she gently fingered and caressed the hard meat of his prick. With her other hand she lifted the hair-flecked balls. The balls seemed so swollen, so full of sperm! Her fingers curled around the sac of balls, squeezing lovingly, gently, marveling at the weight of them in the trembling palm of her hand.
She curled her fingers around his hard shaft. It was so thick her fingers barely made it all the way around. She sighed as she caressed the throbbing warmth of her father's dick with the circle of her hand.
The wickedness of it all overpowered her moral sense. She could not resist. She opened her lips and slid them over the tip of his huge cock. She slowly and lovingly sucked an inch of the hard meat into her mouth, nursing on it lovingly.
She moved and more of his cock stuffed her ovaled lips, the head of the monstrous dick bumping against the roof of her sucking mouth. Her tongue curled and licked over the juicy knob. As her mouth sucked her hand curled and squeezed and jerked around the base of his shaft.
"I'm sucking his cock!" she thought feverishly. "I'm sucking my own Daddy's cock! Daddy! Oh, it tastes so heavenly! It's so big and thick and long! I love it! Can't stop, can't ... "
She felt his hips begin to move sluggishly as she sucked him passionately. She sucked wildly, supping, nursing hungrily. Then she let the cock slide out of her mouth and her lips moved to his sac of balls, and she suckled one egg and then the other. She soaked his egg-shaped orbs with her mouth. She chewed softly on his balls and suckled and licked and nibbled as her fingers squeezed and jerked on his mighty cock.
And then she gobbled up his cock again. Her father began to heave and roll. She was blowing him now with excruciating skill and imagination. Her lush lips dragged up and down. She had never given anyone such an inspired blowjob. She attacked the great weapon with surging lips, plunging and bobbing and circling her head as she fiercely gobbled up the giant shaft.
And then, with the sixth sense of a born cock-sucker, she knew he was going to come. She went crazy. Her lips chewed and raked on his lurching cudgel with fantastic speed and skill as she slaved on it, going wild.
She grabbed his sperm-laden balls with her hand and squeezed, as if to urge the hot sperm out to fly from his cock into her starved mouth. He grunted and began to come. She shoved her mouth all the way down as torrents of hot sperm gushed from his jerking cock. It filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks.
She sucked and swallowed the pungent juice, loving it, craving every drop. She sucked and sucked and sucked on his spurting tool until it was out of sperm and wilting.
She had sucked off her own father! The impact hit her. Oh God, I'm depraved, she moaned to herself. But I can't help it! She kissed his limp, soaked prick and pulled the covers out from under him and dragged them up over his legs as she bent over him.
"Don't go way ... " she heard him murmur.
"Daddy ... "
"I'm lonely ... don't wanna sleep alone ... "
"I'll ... I'll stay with you," she whispered. She felt overwhelming love for him.
"Need you here with me ... need you ... "
"I'll stay ... "
She slipped off her nighty and panties and crawled under the covers next to her naked father, pressing her luscious young body against his. His hand began to play with her tits. Her hand reached down and took his limp prick, and began to rub it, caress it.
"My darling," she sighed, surrendered. She covered his face with feverish kisses as his hand felt her up, and as her hand toyed with his limp dick. His other hand moved down her belly toward the golden puff on her yearning pussy crown. She felt his palm pressing over the moist lips of her cunt, and she gasped. He fingered her and felt her up as they kissed wildly and as her hand caressed his cock.
His cock came to life in her hand. She was on fire. She tried to pull him on top, but he was too sluggish. She rolled on top of him and straddled him, her cunt lips snapping at his renewed erection.
Violently she thrust her hips down, impaling herself. She cried out and he grunted as his big cock filled her. It hurt her cunt, but she loved the hurt.
"Nice 'n' tight," he mumbled.
"Soooo big," she gasped.
She ground her hips up and down and around, and his big dick went snugly into her, filling her, stretching her throbbing tunnel. The pain of entry gave her exquisite pleasure. Her hips thrust, welcoming the gross invasion. Her cunt consumed his hard cock.
"Ohhhh, God!" she wailed. "Never anything like this!"
She was deliciously, painfully, wonderfully impaled. She pumped wildly on his enormous cock, driving her hungry cunt up and down and pivoting. She thrilled. She came. He was still hard, and she flailed over him and came again, screaming, and he was still hard in her drenched, shocked pussy. She bucked and groaned over him, loving it, loving the fantastic internal friction.
She came again. And he was still hard, and she went insane. She rode him wildly. His huge, hard cock went in and out, making wet, sucking noises as it dipped inside of her overflowing slit.
He lay there under his daughter, impaling her on his rampant cock, a captive under her.
The creaming lips of her cunt tightly dragged and rotated on his cock as she ground over him. She thrust and pumped, ramming her cunt, and her buttocks skidded over his thighs.
And then she trembled and froze and her body shook as his cock began to shoot sperm hotly into her, filling her, touching off yet another climax, this one a gigantic one. Sperm filled her climaxing cunt with boiling juice. She screamed. She feinted, her body still flailing instinctively, milking his cock.
Thrice more during the night she rode him to fulfillment. The next morning he awoke as he came in her mouth. When he came to, his aching head cleared and he went rigid.
"Betty!"
"Yes, Daddy?" she grinned, licking the sperm up.
"What the hell?"
She told him everything. He held his head, looking sick.
"Incest ... " he choked.
"I know," she grinned.
And she knew instinctively that if she let him get away now it might lead to an ugly scene, and might ruin the beauty of the night. She knew that if a girl got a man where he lives, she could turn him to jelly, could sap him of his will to resist ... even if that man was her father ...
"I've seen everything you have, Daddy. And you've seen me, too. I've sucked you off and we've screwed and you've eaten my pussy."
"God ... "
She took his cock and curled her fingers around it. A look of sick despair came to his face. His eyes were bloodshot. She worked expertly on his cock.
"Daddy, you started it all. You came home drunk as a lord. You pulled down my nighty and sucked my titties and you even fingered me down here," she smiled, pointing at her naked snatch. "Before we knew it we were in bed, and that's where we've been all night going crazy together."
"God ... "
"It was wonderful. I loved it. You loved it. You're a marvelous lover. It was the most wonderful night of my life. I'm your girl, now. All yours. And you're all mine."
He sank back on the bed as if struck by lightning. Betty moved over him, her thigh over his, her belly rubbing, her tits lolling over his chest. She cooed to him, still playing with his cock, feeling it responding, even though she knew he didn't want it to.
"Stop ... forgive me ... "
"There's nothing to forgive, Daddy, darling. And we're not going to stop."
"Incest ... "
"It's not dirty. It's beautiful."
She talked to him, wooed him, and he was shaken and weak and stunned and sluggish from his hangover. He couldn't stop his cock from responding in her skilled hand. And he couldn't stop her when she climbed aboard, tucking it into her moist cunt. He couldn't stop her. She fucked him with tremendous skill, and he responded. And they came together with blazing emotion.
And then he was defeated. She made him eat her cunt. And she sucked his cock. And they came that way. She kept after him in the shower, hooking her legs around his waist and they fucked that way, soapy, water pouring over them. She wouldn't give him pause. She teased him into screwing her in the ass. It went on and on and on.
Late that afternoon, when they finally left for the mountain retreat, he was completely surrendered to her and the idea of incest. She had her Daddy as a lover. And her brother, Bill, too. She was ecstatic.
Chapter 10
During the weekend Betty sneaked off with her father and banged and sucked and was sucked; later she did the same with her brother. Carol caught them just after they came.
"My turn," Carol giggled.
"Christ, what do you girls think I am, anyway?"
"Go lay Daddy," Betty leered at her sister as she lay looking up at her as she lay in Bill's arms.
"Daddy?" Carol said, gaping.
"Sure. Why not? I partied with him all night, all morning, part of the afternoon and we even knocked off a quicky on the way up here," Betty laughed.
"Betty!" Carol said, shocked.
"You shittin' us?" Bill frowned.
"Nope. Truth." And she told them how it had happened, leaving nothing out.
"I'll be damned!" Bill said with wonder.
"Wow!" Carol said, biting her lip.
"Mom's the only one who isn't involved," Betty laughed. "And, Carol, you and I haven't played around yet, but we'll get around to that."
Bill fished his marijuana cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and the shirt fell from the bush with Betty's panties. The three of them smoked, feeling up each other, getting high, and Betty and Bill stripped Carol. They took the young girl, Bill shoving his cock in Carol's mouth, Betty sucking at her cunt. They worked on her until she was humping through her climax, sucking her brother's spitting cock, shoving her oozing, contracting cunt at Betty's impaling tongue.
And then they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, smoking, getting higher, their hands feeling up each other, Bill a sandwich between his younger sisters.
"I gotta idea," Brill grinned.
"What?" the girls chorused.
"Let' have a real orgy!"
"What kind?" the girls asked eagerly.
"I got sume stuff hidden in the house."
"What kind of stuff, Bill?"
"Drugs. Not rough, dangerous stuff, but good stuff. You girls make a big bowl of punch. Let Mom and Dad know you're spiking it with booze. When they're not lookin', I'll put the powder in the punch."
"What'll it do Bill?"
"It'll give 'em a real wild high," he laughed.
"But, suppose it's dangerous?" Carol asked.
"No sweat! I know the stuff, know how it works. And lemme tell you girls, it's great. It makes you so hot you'll fuck anything that moves!"
"Crazy!"
"Wild!"
They were so high on marijuana and sex that they weren't rational. All the three wanted now was an all-family orgy. But, before they went back to the house again, they went at it again. This time Betty made Carol eat pussy. Carol was eager. As she lapped at Betty's yearning cunt, Betty began to suck-off Bill.
Even as they dressed, later, they could barely suppress their excitement. Back in the summer house they talked Harry and Marie into a party. Carol and Betty made the punch and spiked it liberally with liquor, over their parents' laughing, half-hearted protests. They didn't notice Bill as he emptied a packet of white powder into the punch bowl. The girls stirred it up, giggling.
"Well, it's a vacation; why not let the kids get a little high?" Harry laughed as he dipped into the punch bowl filling a glass for Marie and himself.
"You're right, of course," Marie laughingly agreed.
It didn't take long. A half-hour later the whole family was higher than a kite, higher than spiked punch could ever make them. The kids knew from the way Marie and Harry were rubbing feverishly against each other that the drug was working ... their parents were as horny as they were, all thanks to Bill and his drug in the punch. By prearranged plan, the kids went into action before their parents' startled feverish, drug-glazed eyes.
Working together, Betty and Bill and Carol began to feel each other up, writhing together.
"What's going on?" Harry said.
"Hey, you kids ... " Marie gaped.
And, before Marie's and Harry's eyes, Carol and Betty and Bill stripped naked. The girls began to play with Bill's big erection. Harry and Marie watched feverishly, clutching at each other, gulping their drinks, too drugged to react normally. The scene unfolding so luridly before them only served to further heighten their own erotic desires.
Betty and Carol let Bill suck on their tits, cooing at him lewdly. And then the girls dropped to their knees in front of their brother and began to lick at his boner. They sank to the floor and Marie and Harry watched with wide eyes as the girls lay on their backs, their thighs spread wide apart. Bill began to fuck his sisters, both at the same time, dipping his wang into Betty's cunt, then Carol's, back and forth, back and forth. And then their children were a writhing tangle of arms and legs, convulsing through a wild climax together.
It was too much for Harry and Marie. The drug had them as hot as fire crackers. The drug had dulled their sense of propriety. They didn't even protest when their children began to strip them naked.
Marie stood there, burning with desire, vulnerable in her nakedness. The sight of his mother's fantastic, naked body made Bill groan. Carol was already snaking her hand down at her father's stiffening rod when Betty pushed Bill toward their mother.
"Get her," Betty said urgently to Bill.
Marie's head spun. She saw Carol taking Harry's cock in her little hand. Her baby! She was playing with her father's cock, and her father was groaning, not resisting. Blood roared in Marie's head and her heart slugged. She saw her naked son coming at her. She couldn't move.
With a groan Bill took his mother in his arms and his mouth went to her big, firm tits. Marie shivered helplessly, too drugged to resist. Bill's lips traced a light trail up the side of the globe to the pink peak. Marie could not control her own outlaw response as she whimpered. Even as her own son began to suckle on her stiff, tingling nipple, Marie saw her husband sinking to the rug under Carol; she saw Carol tuck her father's cock in her pussy and begin to ride him from the top gleefully.
It was too much for Marie. Her nipples blossomed as her son's sucking lips and licking tongue worked over them deliriously. Bill felt the tender nipple spring into his mouth and he sucked hard and heard his mother groan and felt her tremble.
And then he felt his mother's fingers tangling in his hair as she panted. His lips seized her other nipple eagerly and he sucked, stretching it from its first budding into a swollen prong. Marie moaned loudly as his nipple suckling stirred her to the core.
"Take Bill's cock in your hand!" Marie heard Betty command, and she obeyed, reaching down and she grasped his stiff rod. She thrilled as she felt his hard meat throbbing in her warm caressing hand. Then she whimpered. She jerked on his cock. He sucked on her nipples. And she whimpered as she surrendered, spreading her thighs, and the swelling outer lips of her cunt parted, capturing his fingertips in the damp heat of her fleshy canyon.
He fingered her. She cock-jerked him. He sucked her tits. Together they sank to the rug, Bill on top. For an instant, she tried to rebel, knowing it was wrong, but she couldn't stop it, couldn't stop herself or her son.
Marie lay under him, her thighs yawning, ready to take the drive of her son's cock. Hands caressed her. Lips kissed her tits. They were Betty's hands and lips. Marie shuddered, sucking for breath. Two feet away from her she could see and hear Carol riding Harry. Marie felt his cockhead at her pussy lips. She made tiny movements with her hips to make a cock-massage at her needy, inflamed pussy lips.
Betty was mouthing her mother's heaving tits as Bill moved into place between her mother's legs. The groans and slurps of Carol and her father screwing were erotic.
And then she cried as his tool slid home. His cock drove all the way in and his balls slapped against his mother's upturned, juicy ass. She slipped her hips upward, then let them ride back with joy his cock captively sandwiched between the moist nether lips of her cunt.
She moved with short strokes as he drove his cock in and out. Betty's lips ravaged her mother's tits as her brother pounded cock in cunt. She used her cunt on his cock in an inspired way as they writhed faster and faster ... her cunt walls seemed to nibble delicately at his plunging prick.
"Oh! Fuck me hard!" Marie cried insanely. "Stick it in, in all the way! Mmmmmmmmm! Ahhhh! Yessss!" She writhed under him. She hissed as they slammed together. And then she was trembling from head-to-toe under him with the fist of her orgasm hitting her hard. His bloated cock was probing way inside and he felt the fluttering of her internal pussy like a tiny, hot, moist, grasping hand. He went out of control, and his hot fluid poured into the fleshy folds of her passageway.
Before Bill withdrew his collapsed cock from his mother's juicy, drenched pussy, his sisters were twined in a 69, sucking cunt noisily. Harry got up and began to fuck first Carol and then Betty in the ass as the girls continued to eat each others cunts. Marie and Bill watched.
"Do me that way!" Marie cried insanely to her son.
"But my cock ... "
"I'll take care of that!"
And her mouth did, wildly, quickly, bringing him to erection. And then Marie was getting it in the asshole from her son, just as her two daughters were getting it in the ass from their father.
As the hours went by it got wilder and wilder. They continued to drink the drugged punch and it took them way up into an erotic high. The spanking of Bill by his mother began a new phase.
The rest of the family watched as Bill lay over his mother's lap, wailing as she beat his buttocks blazing red with her pounding hand. Carol pushed her father down over Betty's lap and Betty began to spank her shouting father the same way as her mother was spanking her brother. Carol was crouched under them. She captured her father's spanking-induced hard-on with her eager lips. She sucked him wildly off as he lay over Betty's lap getting the spanking of his life.
And then Marie sucked-off her son's hard-on, and then he dragged her over his lap and pounded her juicy buttocks red with his hand. Marie cried as her son beat a furious tattoo on her ass, loving the pain.
It was degenerating into an orgy of sex and sadism.
The girls took over. Carol jumped on Bill's back and Betty straddled her father's back; the men were on all-fours, like horses. The girls cruelly looped cutting string into the men's mouths, using them like reins, holding the ends of the strings in their hands as they sat astride the men's backs.
"Get us two frozen hotdogs, Mom!" Betty cried.
Marie obeyed, not understanding. She gave one stiff, cold, frozen hotdog to Betty, the other to Carol. The girls beat Bill and Harry on the buttocks with the hard, frozen hotdogs as they rode them around the room, yanking the strings cruelly, cutting the corners of the men's mouths.
But that wasn't all. As Betty rode astride her father's back and Carol rode on her brother's, the girls stretched their hands back and with wicked laughs, still riding them like horses, they plunged the cold, stiff hotdogs into the men's assholes, impaling them coldly and painfully.
Bill shouted in anal pain. Harry wailed loudly in anguish. The girls tugged on the string-reins, cutting their mouths, forcing the men to crawl around in a degrading way on their hands and knees as they shoved the hard, icy hotdogs into their outraged assholes.
Marie watched with feverish eyes, desperately wanting to join in. She watched as her daughters humiliated her husband and son, fucking them in their outraged, aching assholes as they rode gleefully astride their backs.
The humiliation and rectal pain gave Harry and his son hard-ons ... perversion gripped them both erotically. The girls shoved Harry and Bill down and fucked them wildly, riding their cocks like they had ridden their backs.
Marie couldn't stand by and watch anymore. She squatted over Bill's face and mashed her juicy cunt down. His tongue impaled her. Marie rode his tongue to a climax just like her daughters were riding cocks to a climax.
Later ...
"Let's really make a bash outta this," Harry said to Marie as he wrestled with the aggressive advances of his youngest daughter.
"What do you mean?" Marie asked, sighing as Betty lapped at her cunt with her knowing tongue.
"Let's call up Sam and Bernice!" Harry laughed. "They're freaks! We'll turn the kids loose on them!"
"Sam and Bernice?" Betty said.
"Do you mean Mr. and Mrs. Grimes?" Carol asked with wonder as she jerked on her daddy's stiffening dick.
"Exactly," Harry grinned. "The pair of them are freaks. They go for anything. Sex. Torture. The whole bit."
"No shit?" Bill laughed.
"Call them! Call them!" Carol urged.
"Quick!" Betty said, pausing her cunt-lapping of her mother long enough to speak.
"I'll call them if Carol'll let me alone for a minute," Harry laughed.
"You can talk on the phone while I blow you," Carol giggled.
"Sure you can," Marie laughed wildly.
"Okay. I'll try," Harry laughed.
Harry stumbled over to the phone. Carol scrambled after him, staying with him every step of the way, scrambling on her knees, her mouth stuffed full of his hard-on. She sucked feverishly at his cock, her hands clasping his writhing buttock cheeks as he talked on the phone. Harry gasped into the phone as he felt Carol's finger shove stiffly into his asshole. The combination of his cock in her slurping mouth and her finger screwing his asshole almost made it impossible for him to speak.
And, even as he spoke, his wife was sagging back in a chair, her thighs wide apart, Betty's face buried at her cunt, sucking and tonguing exotically. As Betty slaved on her knees at her mother's cunt, Bill slipped behind her and shoved his cock up into her tingling asshole and began to sodomize her to her delight.
"They'll be here in an hour," Harry said as the phone clattered from his hand. "Uggghhh!" And he came in his youngest daughter's mouth, his writhing asshole impaled on her stiff, jabbing finger.
An hour later Sam and Bernice Grimes arrived. They were met by a fully-dressed family. The only thing that Sam and Bernice could spot about Harry, Marie and their children, was that they all seemed to be high ... they assumed on booze.
"You're letting your kids drink at tender ages, aren't you?" Sam grinned as they all went into the house.
"Why not?" Marie smiled. "We're on vacation. Let them learn now."
"Sure," Harry agreed liberally, hardly able to wait for the orgy to commence again ... Marie, Betty, Carol and Bill felt the same way, but, like their father, controlled themselves with strong effort, knowing Sam and Bernice would be drugged in a very short time, too.
Over the next half-hour they sat around, drinking, laughing and talking. Betty acted as hostess, continually refilling Sam's and Bernice's glass with drug-spiked punch.
As the minutes slipped by, they could see the weird change coming over Bernice and Sam. The pupils of their eyes began to dilate. Their faces began to flush. Unconsciously, they began to rub against and touch each other, sitting close together, obviously now under the potent spell of the drug.
Bill grinned, knowing all the signals. He nodded. The action started. As Sam and Bernice gulped their punch, they watched spellbound as Marie, Harry and their children began their erotic romp.
As Bernice watched, she put her finger in her mouth and bit on it, as if by doing so she could still her rioting emotions. Sam was squirming, transfixed, rubbing his damp palms together nervously.
It was a sight to behold. It became an orgy of writhing, naked bodies, parents and children indulging each other in the lewdest ways. The bright late afternoon slanted through the windows and bathed their writhing bodies.
"Come on! Join the party!" Harry grinned at Bernice and Sam.
"But ... " Sam began to protest.
His protest was stilled by Betty and Carol. The young girls swarmed over Sam, their lips and hands mauling him. Bernice was overwhelmed by Bill. The boy kissed and pawed the pretty, petite Bernice, and she surrendered in a near swoon.
The girls stripped Sam. Betty sat astride his face, deliciously impaling her cunt on his tongue while Carol sat astride his cock, gloriously cunt-shafted by his hard prick. At the same time, Bill was on top of Bernice, plugging her in the snatch with his wang as she sobbed with delight under him, her legs wrapped around his heaving waist, her nails raking bloody marks of passion down his muscular back.
Marie and Harry roared with delight as they avidly watched their children raping Bernice and Sam.
"Jesus! This is crazy! Wild!" Sam said as he got a moment's breather.
"It's wonderful!" Bernice crooned as she rocked under Bill, snaking her cunt up to meet the violent, punishing penetration of his cock.
There were five wooden paddles, and Marie and Harry and their kids added up to five. Bernice and Sam were the odd couple.
Bill and his father stood next to each other, paddles in their hands. Directly across from them, facing them three in a row, paddles at the ready, were Marie and her two daughters.
Bernice and Sam were going to have to run the gauntlet ... run through the narrow space between the row of girls and the row of men. As they ran through they'd have to suffer the sting and battering of the paddles.
"Come on!" Bill shouted impatiently at Sam and Bernice.
"If you don't run between us, we'll come after you!" Betty said.
"Do we have to?" Bernice said in a shaking voice.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Harry laughed.
"Yes, dear, we have to ... " Sam said morosely to his wife.
For a silent moment not one of them in the room spoke. Sam and Bernice were tense, and fright paled their faces.
"Ladies first," Carol laughed to Bernice.
"I'll go first," Sam said.
"You're no gentleman," Carol laughed.
"No ... but he's a pain-freak," Betty winked.
With a cry, Sam charged. He ran as fast as he could between them. The paddles swung viciously, flashing through the air.
Splat! Smack! Smack! Squeesh! Slap!
As he fled through the gauntlet the paddles struck him ... in the back, thighs and buttocks, raising red welts.
And then Bernice ran through the double file, and the paddles struck out at her. The flat wooden paddles cracked over her jiggling buttocks, turning the juicy cheeks to flaming red.
Sam and Bernice were forced to run the gauntlet a half-dozen times each, and, when the torment ended, both had asses that were blotchy with swollen red marks. Both were rubbing their sore asses. Bernice was sobbing, and Sam was gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain.
The next phase was known only to Betty, Bill and Carol. They hadn't told their parents, but they knew that their parents would go along with whatever they had planned for Bernice and Sam.
"C'mon outside with us," Bill said to Bernice and Sam.
"But ... we're naked!" Bernice protested.
"So what? So are we," Betty grinned.
"But someone might see us ... "
"If they do, well ask them to join the party," Bill laughed.
"God ... what a weird family you have ... " Sam said to Harry.
"That's rich! A freak like you saying that! It's like the kettle calling the pot black," Harry laughed.
"C'mon with us," Bill said impatiently.
They ganged up on Sam and Bernice and herded them outside. The sun was slowly shading from yellow to orange as it sank toward the tops of the tall trees.
"W-what are you going to do t-to us?" Bernice asked fearfully.
"Don't you like surprises?" Carol teased.
"N-noooo ... " Bernice complained, very self-conscious of her nakedness among the rest of the naked bodies in the out-of-doors.
As Sam and Bernice watched with dilated eyes, Bill began to pound wooden stakes into the ground. He did not stop until had driven eight of them deep and securely into the earth.
"Sam ... you lie down here. Bernice ... you here ... "
When they hesitated, they were shoved down onto their backs in the lush green grass. They protested as their wrists and ankles were tied to the stakes. Bernice and Sam were stretched out, spread-eagled, in the grass, unable to move more than slightly as they lay, tied to the stakes in the grass.
"What are y-you g-going to d-do?" Bernice whimpered.
"We're gonna have some fun with you ... that's what we're gonna do," Bill laughed.
"Carol ... go get the jars," Betty said to her little sister.
"Okay!" Carol giggled as she ran around to the other side of the thick tree trunk.
Marie and Harry had no idea what their wild kids were up to, and they had no intention of stopping them. They were fascinated. Carol, her tits bobbing, came running back with a glass jar in each of her hands. She gave the jars to her big brother.
One jar was crawling with ants. The other was full of squirming worms.
"Noooooooooooo ... !" Bernice wailed.
"My God!" Sam cried in horror.
"We have some sub-humans in these jars," Bill mocked. "Isn't that nice?"
"Noooooooooo ... !"
"No, no, no, no, no!"
"You kids are too much," Harry laughed.
"Mommy's proud of you," Marie grinned at her children.
"The ants first. This time we'll give Bernice the treat first."
Bill unscrewed the cap of the glass jar and stopped next to where Bernice lay spread-eagled in the warm grass, shivering in horror, screaming her fearful, shrill protests.
With a malicious smile, Bill shook half of the ants out of the jar, sprinkling them all over Bernice's writhing form.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Bernice screamed.
Dozens of ants began to crawl and scurry over her thighs, hips, belly and tits. Bernice's skin seemed to shrink and she felt the tickling ants swarming over her flesh, some of them now crawling into the puff of her pubic hair, others crawling up her inner thighs ... heading, seemingly, for the lips of her clenching cunt lips. She shrieked in anguish.
"Look at those ants go!" Carol cried.
"Hey! Some of them are headed for her snatch!" Bill laughed.
"Look at the ones on her nipples!" Betty squealed.
Harry and Marie watched with fascination. It was cruel torture. And then Bill was sprinkling the rest of the ants all over Sam. Sam shouted as the ants began to crawl over his body. There were even ants on his cock. He jerked at the ropes, desperately trying to escape.
Harry, Marie and their perverse children stood staring down as the ants ran to and fro over Sam's and Bernice's shivering flesh.
"Now for the worms," Betty said to her brother.
"You bet!"
Bill dumped dozens of slimy, squirming worms all over Sam's and Bernice's ant-infested bodies. The victims cried out, shivered, struggled, screamed and wailed under the added torture of the worms.
"Look!" Carol cried. "Those three worms are headed for her pussy!"
"Maybe she'll be worm-fucked," Betty laughed lewdly.
For ten seemingly endless minutes they watched Sam and Bernice as they lay tied down, their bodies covered with scurrying ants and squirming worms. The horrors that Sam and Bernice vividly displayed was genuine. But then they became bored watching. Bill turned a garden hose on Bernice and Sam and the gushing stream of cold water washed the ants and worms away.
And then Sam and Bernice found themselves tied by their wrists to the thick branches of two trees. They dangled, their bare feet unable to touch the grass, their bodies swaying, their arm sockets pain-shocked by the hanging weight of their bodies.
"Now you two are gonna get a flogging," Bill said.
"With whips?" Sam asked fearfully.
"No. Give us credit for more imagination than that; when you're out-of-doors you make do with what's available."
"What d-do you mean?" Sam croaked.
"Show the pain-freak, Carol."
"Okay. See?" And she held up a thorn-studded branch that they had cut from a tree. It was sticky with long, sharp thorns. "See, the thorns can drive right into you. They can come unstuck from the branch and stick in your skin."
"Oh, God ... !"
Bill had cut five sturdy, thorn-bristled branches ... one for each member of his family. Though they were sturdy, the branches were not clumsy or heavy ... they were easy to swing and control. Bill and his father chose Bernice for torture, and the mother and daughters had Sam.
The punishment began. Harry pounded Bernice from the front, Bill from behind; the girls were ranged around Sam. They began to wallop them brutally with the branches. The wallops bruised and welted, and the thorns sliced and punctured the skin. Sam and Bernice jerked and cried out in terrible pain. Bill concentrated his blows on Bernice's pretty buttocks, flogging them with vigor, and several thorns broke loose and stuck in the bruised, welted, bleeding cheeks of her ass. Harry was hitting Bernice in the belly and tits, and Bernice let out a blood-chilling scream when a long, sharp torn broke off and stuck, quivering painfully, in her tender pink nipple.
Sam was being battered fore and aft by Marie and her daughters. His chest, stomach, thighs, back and buttocks were disfigured by ugly cuts, welts and bruises, and, like Bernice, he suffered greatly when sharp thorns broke from the flogging branches to stick deep in his tortured flesh.
As parents, Harry and Marie were failures. As children, Bill and Betty and Carol had entered a life that would never be normal. Now the family would be sunk in a cesspool of sadism and incest.
A perverted, evil life faced each member of the family.
Father, mother, daughters and son were lost in a cesspool from which they could not now escape ... the evil they did now would live with them forever ...
