Her nipples were fat throbbing points standing out stiffly against her tight shirt.
Now she did the touching. She placed her palm flat on Bobby's denimed thigh. His cock pressed against the material.
As she stroked, he spread both thighs wide apart to afford her access.
He said, "Now I got something for you!"
"MMMMM ... I'll bet you have!"
She reached for that "something", her hand gliding up to his thigh top ... and not stopping there.
This boy was hard and hot.
And she knew just what he needed!
CHAPTER ONE
Pam was young, lithe, lovely, and just a little bit wild. She was out for an evening drive with her boyfriend, Bobby Trasker, tooling through the suburban streets in Bobby's hot car.
More than his car was hot. Bobby was a senior in the local high school. Pam was two years younger than he, but no less eager for action of the physical variety.
He was tall, lanky, raw boned. He had longish brown hair, a sharp face, deep set eyes, and a thin-lipped, slitted mouth with a touch of meanness about it.
Pam was luscious, lovely, a classic all-American teen dream. This nymphet had curly blonde hair falling to her shoulders, framing an oval face softened with more than a touch of baby fat. She had green eyes, a slightly snubbed and sassily upturned little button nose, and ripe lips the color of strawberries.
It was a sultry late spring night. Pam wore a tight T-shirt decorated with the logo of her currently favorite rock band, a pair of tight cut-off denim shorts, and a pair of red high-heeled sandals.
She was a well-rounded girl, round in all the right places, too.
She had full, weighty breasts and a lushly rounded bottom, bodily assets which looked even more abundant in contrast to her long and lithe legs, legs beautifully bared from the bottoms of her shorts, whose ragged denim fringes reached only the very tops of her creamy thighs.
She was quite a dish, a crazy, mixed-up kid, a would-be wanton little darling. As her parents, natural mother and new step-father, knew all too well.
But more about Pam's family life later. Bobby Trasker drove with his left hand. His right arm stretched across Pam's shoulders, holding a can of beer in his right hand. Two empty cans rolled back and forth on the floor of the passenger side of the car. Three full beers remained.
He said, "Come here, honey."
She was already there. She had slid all the way across the seat and had been cuddling up against him for most of the ride, pressing her long bare leg against his denim-clad thigh.
But she happily sighed, "Yes, darling," and pressed herself even closer. She leaned her tits into him, rubbing them against the hardness of his well-muscled arm.
It was a dusky late spring night. The road was quiet, traffic was light. Bobby drove out of the valley and up into the wooded hills where privacy and pleasure could both be found.
He was car conscious and had spent much time under the hood of his reconditioned Spifster Sportster, fine tuning its powerful engine and building it into a really hot car.
He had a stereo tape player and four speakers, all cranked up to the hot hits of the latest heavy metal sounds. The thunder of that metallic rock was a physical presence, filling the car with waves of sound.
Pam got off on the sound. It was like a wind which blew every thought out of her head and left her suspended in a realm of pure sight, sound, and sensation.
The vibrations from the big bass subsonics of the tunes shivered her flesh. She could really feel the beat, feel it right in her hot little pussy which quivered now in white cotton panties moist with sweat, and soon to be moist with juices.
Bobby finished his beer, tossed the can to the floor to rattle around with the rest of the empties.
He hollered, "Gimme a fresh one!" He had to shout to be heard over the engine and the music.
Pam disengaged herself from his arm. Her tits were pulled even more tightly against her shirt as she leaned far forward to scoop up a full can of brew from the floor.
Bobby's raw boned face was a study in intensity as he piloted his machine through the winding roads of this suburban community.
He said, "Open it for me!"
Pam said, "Okay!"
She spread her thighs. Their backs were slick with sweat where they pressed the vinyl upholstery. She placed the sixteen-ounce tallboy can between her thighs and pressed them closed on it, holding it upright between her legs.
She popped the top. Foam and brew geysered up, spilling explosively on her legs, making her squeal with pure animal delight.
Cold brew spread glisteningly on her creamy thighs, making them shine glossily like the pelt of some well-oiled creature.
She took a big gulp of beer herself before passing it on to Bobby, who drained its contents in a few deep chugs.
He tossed the can out of the window, into the lush greenery at the roadside. The town of Happy Valley was located in one of the Middle Atlantic states in an area which was heavily wooded, although the woods were giving way slowly but surely to the onslaught of new housing tracts and business developments springing up.
Pam said, "Bobby!"
"What?"
"You shouldn't do that!"
"Huh? Do what?"
"Litter like that!" Pam was vaguely ecology-minded and didn't like to see the outdoors get trashed up.
"Oh, is that all?" Bobby said. "Shit, it's just one can! I thought you meant that I shouldn't do any of this!"
He grabbed her tit.
His arm was back across her shoulders, so all he had to do was just drop his right hand, no longer encumbered with a beer, down to her chest to take hold of her tit.
She had one hell of a set. Her tits were full and creamy, heavy yet firm. He gave her right tit a good squeeze, molding his hand around the mound, squeezing, kneading it.
"Bobby!"
"You love it," he smirked. He loved it, too. He kept his hand on that tit, rhythmically working it.
Pam pressed more closely to him. Her thighs shone where the beer had splashed on them earlier. All the windows were rolled down and her hair streamed in the auto-generated breeze. Red spots of color shone in her rounded apple cheeks.
She loved the feel of hands on her flesh, the sensation of being groped, manipulated. She liked to be done to.
Always heavy, her tits took on a feeling of extra weightiness as arousal rose up in her from the feeling of his touch.
Her nipples tingled. They were sensitive nodes which pulsed with throbbing arousal.
Squeezing her tit, Bobby rolled his fingers up and down the nipple, teasing it.
The nipple stiffened. Bobby pinched it.
"Ooh!" Pam said.
Their route had taken them away from town, away from Main Street, away from the residential neighborhoods.
The roads now tilted upward, rising into dusky green hills overlooking the valley.
Bobby rubbed both tits. He slipped his hand under her shirt, exposing a flash of a taut pink tummy with a round inny navel.
Pam was a big one for sun worship, but she hadn't spent much time under the sun's tanning rays this season, not yet, for though the weather was warm, it had been wet and too often overcast to take much of a tan. As a result, Pam's skin was a rich creamy pink color.
She twisted in her seat to help allow Bobby to work his hand well inside her shirt. She was bra-less.
Bobby felt her up. Her already tight shirt, swollen by her big tits, was further stretched by his hand working inside it. He rubbed the back of his veiny hand against her soft, firm tits.
"Ummmmmmmmm," she sighed.
She settled back in the seat. Ripe tit flesh jiggled and jounced under his hand. Both nipples now stood out stiffly.
Heat simmered in her sex. Her thin white cotton panties, already tight, were made tighter still by the way she sat, which pulled the panties up short inside her denim shorts and caused the stretched panty crotch to press firmly, even cuttingly, into her pussy.
It was almost painful. But it was a sort of sweet pain, one which she rather enjoyed, like worrying a loose tooth. The feeling of a rolled panty crotch pressing into her pussy only added to her excitement.
Her panties were moist with sweat, at first. But Bobby's gropings of her tits stimulated a different sort of moisture to come forth from her cunt.
Heat seethed inside her. It seemed like the heat of the Spifster Sportster's high-powered engine was rising right up through the seat of the car, then right up into her seat, and her crotch, too. Juices flowed within her.
Bobby toyed with her stiff nipples. His hard fingers fastened on a hard nipple and pinched it.
She squirmed some more in her seat. She sat with her left hip and thigh pressing Bobby's. Her long legs were angled off to the side, with her feet placed in the corner of the passenger side of the car. Her squirmings caused one of her red high-heeled shoes to slip off her foot.
Bobby pinched a nipple, hard.
"Ouch!"
He chuckled at Pam's outcry.
The road tilted upward, switching back and forth across the hill. This far outside town, not many houses could be seen. The valley dropped below, its lights muted and misty in the gray-blue dusk.
That pinch hurt. The pinched nipple was sore and throbbing and angry.
Funny, but the pain sent warmth flashing not only through her tits, but right straight into her pussy, which was seething.
Her parted lips, doubly lush thanks to the waxy lip gloss she had painted them with, parted now with a quivering moan. She leaned still more closely into him, rubbing her thigh against his, turning so she faced him.
Her nipples were fat throbbing points standing out stiffly against her tight shirt.
Now, she did the touching. She placed her palm flat on Bobby's denimed thigh. His legs were long, with muscular thighs. Those muscles bunched and slid at her touch.
She put her face up close to his. Bobby was the type to play it cool, but he was excited, too. His raw boned impassive face was now flushed with the red heat of arousal and clammy with sweat.
As she stroked his thigh, he spread both thighs wide apart to afford her access.
He said, "I got something for you!"
"Ummmmmmmmm, I bet you have!" Pam did not have to shout, not with her mouth up close to his mouth, as it was.
She reached for that special "something," her hand gliding up to his thigh top, not stopping there.
A big fat lump was stuffed in the crotch of his worn, faded jeans. His cock stretched left, forming a ropy bulge. His cock was semi-hard, and growing.
Pam's hand covered his groin. His cock spasmed with desire, with lust. With the lust of a young man in the prime of his sexual life, a teen stud full of come.
He got hard. In short seconds, his cock spasmed, swelled, thickened, and stiffened.
Full-grown now, his rod looked like a length of lead pipe stuffed into his pants.
Hot pipe.
Pam put her hand on it. It was too big for her palm to cover. It felt like bone, not flesh. Wanting flashed across her face.
She nibbled his ear lobe. His cock leaped under her hand. She squeezed it, hard.
The road straightened, rising up and up like a belt of black stretching to the distant top of the hill. The blackness of night was falling.
Pam rubbed his cock through his pants.
Bobby squirmed, vinyl seat cushions squeaking under his taut, squirming butt.
Pam rubbed his cock through his pants.
"Oh, Christ!" Bobby groaned.
Pam said, "I want it!"
"Sure, you do! Me, too!"
"Now!" she insisted.
"Wait'll we get to the place," he said.
"No, now!"
Pam ducked her head under his arms stretched out to hold the steering wheel. Her hair fell across his spread thighs. She reached for the catch of his pants, for his belt.
She was experienced, but not so much so that she could undo his belt, though she tugged and struggled with it.
"You do it!" she said.
"What, now?!" He roared along with the engine.
"Yes, now!"
"Crazy!" he grinned.
Bobby had been in trouble with the law before. Nothing serious, only the minor mishaps which might happen to any other rowdy and rambunctious teen lad. His brushes with the law had left him with some caution.
He scanned the road, forward and backward. No law in sight. Why, there was hardly a car on the road.
Steering with one hand, Bobby unbuckled his belt. One-handed, he popped open the catch of his jeans, jerking the zipper downward.
Here was a lucky break-he wasn't wearing any underpants. He was naked under his jeans. He had white skin, smooth skin which made his black bush and fine long wiry body hair stand out.
Also standing out, and up, was his hard-on.
Pam moaned when she saw the flesh heretofore hidden in his pants. She sank her white teeth into the fleshy meat of her lower lip, convulsively chewing it, pain flashing to add to her excitement.
She took hold of the flaps of his unzipped jeans and pulled them more widely apart, peeling them back to get at the sweet, swollen meat which jutted within.
His cock swelled upward and outward. It was a fine fat member, circumcised, seven inches long, thick. It jutted from between his hips like a lance of living flesh, rising up at a tilted angle.
Pam was loving that cock. A wave of hot weakness swept over her at the sight of it.
She pressed her thighs closed, tightly closed. They were sticky with drying beer.
Between her thighs, in her cunt, she was a whole lot wetter and stickier. She pressed her thighs closed, squeezing seething cunt lips between them.
Sensation, stimulation, was squeezed into them. She was wet, dripping.
Her panty crotch was stretched so it was pulled into a taut thin line of fabric. That stretched panty crotch had worked between her cunt lips, thanks to her many squirmings and shakings and the constant shifting of her ripely rounded butt.
Now, the panty crotch had worked between parted cunt lips, digging deep into the precious pinkness within.
Juices oozed from that pinkness, soaking into the panty crotch.
It was frankly uncomfortable, to have that taut fabric press cuttingly into her most sensitive and tender anatomy.
Why did she like it?
The answer to that was a mystery locked deep in her psyche. It was a craving which was the hidden key to her personality.
A key which would presently unlock her inhibitions and lock her into the most bizarre sexual submission.
But not yet.
Pam's awakening lay just around the corner, figuratively speaking. For now, she was just another creamy, loose-moraled teen dream getting her kicks.
Getting some cock.
She was no virgin, not like her kid sister, Kimmy. Kimmy wasn't so very young, she was only a few years Pam's junior, but the girls were in those teen years where a span of but a few years makes all the difference between a girl and a woman.
Pam thought she was a woman, all grown up, since she fucked. She was ignorant of just how much she really had to learn.
Soon, she would begin her painful and perverse education.
Soon, but not yet. In the meantime, she had the pride of her ignorance, the smug belief that she was all grown-up and fully experienced. She thought she knew it all.
Hunger filled her. Her belly twisted with wanting at the sight of Bobby's stiff cock.
She wanted some. She would have some, right now. She wanted that big fat cock stuffed in her mouth, filling her throat, fucking her face.
She took hold of Bobby's cock. She grabbed it with both hands. It felt like a rod of bone sheathed in velvet flesh, the prod wrapped with fat purple veins.
Bobby moaned as she squeezed his cock. His gaze darted from the road, to her blonde head hovering over his crotch, then back to the road again.
Pam moved on the seat. Her other red shoe fell off her foot, leaving her barefoot as she folded her legs under her on the vinyl seat covering. Her plump bottom pressed against the backs of her rounded heels. Blue denim was stretched even more tautly across her full buttocks. Her wet panty crotch cut even deeper into her slitted sex.
She fisted Bobby's cock, its plumy head rising out of the top of her fist. She squeezed his cock, causing the already swollen purple-red cock head to swell still more.
Pam's pink tongue darted out from between parted red lips to lick them, swabbing them with a film of saliva.
She lowered her head in Bobby's lap, careful to avoid hitting the steering wheel. She pressed her lips to his cock head for a hot, sucking kiss.
"Jeeze!" Bobby groaned.
Pam kissed his cock again and again with hot sweet sucking kisses. Sticky wetness smeared her mouth.
She stuffed his cock head between her lips, into her mouth, sliding her grip down his shaft to expose more of it.
She sucked his cock head, wetly, noisily.
"Oh, jeeze!" he moaned some more.
The slippery satin insides of Pam's clutching lips dropped downward, caressing his shaft even as she engulfed it.
She took his upright cock deep in her mouth. Its thickness stretched her lips at the corners. Its weight pressed down on her tongue. It sizzled.
Pam gobbled greedily, fluting her fat pink velvet tongue up and down his shaft.
What a turn-on it was, sucking cock!
Here was Bobby, not nearly a boy but a young man, with a man's lust and a man's sexual equipment. How exciting to give him so much pleasure just by what her mouth was doing to him!
Her head bobbed as she sucked cock. Her wavy blonde hair flailed his thigh tops as her bobbing head piloted her mouth up and down his member. The suction generated by her strawberry-lipped mouth was incredible, as Bobby well knew.
He braced his feet against the floor, pushing his body back into yielding seat cushions, his arms extended straight out, hands clutching the wheel.
They were not far from the hill crest now. The car rose upward at almost a forty-five degree angle. His orgasm was close. Pam knew the signs.
Pity it would be over so soon!
Like many if not most teen lads, Bobby was a quick comer. And never did he come more quickly than when he was getting sucked off.
Of course, the other side of the coin was the fact that, though he was a quick comer, he was equally quick to get hard again. It was standard practice for him to shoot two or three times during some of their steamy sex sessions.
Pam's head bobbed, her mouth sucked.
Bobby's ass cheeks were all tight. He rocked his hips, pumping his cock back and forth in her sucking mouth.
Yes, his orgasm was only seconds away. What a shame it was that hot sex had to be limited to the built-in limitations of the male body, thought Pam. Not for the first time, she thought how wonderful it would be if only there was some way of extending sex heat and thrills so they never ended but just went on and on and on ...
"Urk!"
Bobby's wordless gurgled cry announced his orgasm. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he put his other hand on top of her head and pushed it down to meet his up-thrusting cock as he soared into ecstasy.
He came.
Pam's head was pushed down into his lap, filling her mouth with hot cock. Its head jammed into the back of her throat. Her lips hugged the cock at the base as he came.
Bobby shuddered and shook with orgasm.
Pam's cheeks hollowed as she sucked down his load, swallowing all his thick, spewing semen. That was a skill in which she took pride, the ability to swallow down those teaspoons of spurting come. She gulped it down, sucking and slurping.
Bobby's foot tromped down on the gas pedal, revving the car engine up with a blast of power so that, for some seconds, the tires left the road as the speeding car crested the hill.
It was like flying.
No, better.
The wheels touched down on asphalt, the car's fancy shocks absorbing the impact.
Pam gulped down her load, thick come trickling down her throat.
CHAPTER TWO
Calder Shockley told his wife, "Strip, bitch."
Olivia Fairbush Shockley started undressing. She did not look her husband in the eye, but instead stared down at the tops of her feet.
He commanded her to strip, but he also loosened an article of clothing. He unbuckled his belt.
It was a thin, whippy brown leather belt. He opened it but kept it in the belt loops, with its two open ends dangling obscenely down.
The scene was being enacted in the basement recreation room below the handsome suburban house where the Shockley family lived.
It was night, at roughly the same time that Olivia's oldest daughter, Pamela, known to one and all as "Pam," was out riding with Bobby Trasker.
This was the second marriage for both Olivia and her husband, Calder.
Olivia had two teen daughters by her previous marriage, Pam and Kimberly. Pam was out of the house, and could be counted on not to return home until much later, perhaps not until midnight or thereabouts, and this on a school night!
Not that Olivia and her husband were known for being lax on discipline. The case was quite the contrary, as both teen misses could testify.
But Calder and Olivia had certain compulsions, certain cravings which could not be indulged in when their daughters were present in the home.
Compulsions and cravings far beyond mere straight sex. Bizarre appetites which could not be indulged in the presence of Pam and Kimmy, as Kimberly was called.
Disciplinarians though they were, the adults not only did not object to their two daughters out gallivanting who knows where on this school night, but rather, they were delighted by the absence of the girls.
Or, rather, what they assumed to be the absence of Kimmy and Pam.
Such was not the case.
This underground cellar was sprawling, and far more than an ordinary basement. The largest part of the below-ground space was occupied by the combination bar and recreation room.
This was a playroom for both adults and youngsters. There was a handsome wooden bar running along one side of the room, the far side opposite the stairs. Ranged along the bar were a handful of stools.
The bar was well-stocked, with a variety and depth of brands of liquor which would have done credit to a professional operation.
Opposite from the bar was a long brown leatherette couch and some comfortable, well-padded chairs.
Ranged about the room were various toys, such as a jukebox and pinball machine and pool table. The devices were grouped along the sides, clearing a center space for dancing or whatever.
The rec room was the main room in the basement, but not the only room. There were three other, smaller rooms.
One room was a simple bathroom. The second room was the laundry room, complete with washer and dryer.
The third room was a large space, partly located under the stairs, but reaching past them like an annex.
This small room was secret. It was sealed off with a blank wooden door. Further security was provided by a stout padlock.
Calder had taken that room over for his purposes, whatever they might be. Neither Kimmy nor Pam had been inside the room since their stepfather had taken it over for his own obscure purposes.
What lay within?
Ah, that was a mystery.
But not for long. Unknown to either adult was the fact that they were not alone.
They assumed that young Kimberly was attending a youth group meeting down at the church hall, as she had said she was going to do.
Being younger than Pam. Kimmy's curfew was correspondingly earlier. On such school nights as this, Kimmy had to be home by half past ten.
That was more than two hours from now, time enough for Calder and his slaved wife to get into a heavy session.
They didn't know that a third party sought to unveil their secrets.
Calder Shockley was in his late forties. He had short iron-gray hair, a square-shaped rugged clean shaven face, and a well-built, athletically powerful body.
He wore a sports shirt, loose khaki slacks, loafers with no socks.
And a belt, which he had unbuckled but not yet removed.
Why?
The answer to that and many other puzzling questions would be answered for young Kimmy, all too painfully soon.
For the very young teen miss was the hidden third party eavesdropping on parental perversity and deviance.
Kimmy was a sweet young thing with a streak of mischief. She was a curious little creature. Her curiosity centered around that great mystery, sex.
Kimmy was a virgin. She looked it.
She was in her early teens, about five and a half feet tall, slightly built, but starting to show the ripening roundness's of womanly curves.
She had brown hair, parted in the middle of her head, the hair hanging down to her shoulders where it made sleek sweeping curves, framing the round oval of her sensitive, sculpted face.
She had creamy pink skin, deep blue eyes, a thin straight nose, and a pink-lipped rosebud mouth.
Her head rode a slender swanlike neck. She was slim with small, tender titties, a lean torso, softly rounded hips, long skinny legs.
She wore a short sleeved white blouse and a knee-length pink striped skirt and a pair of white cable-knit knee socks and loafers.
She crouched behind the bar, hidden in the shadowed space between it and the wall.
Earlier, she pretended to go out to a youth group meeting at the local church, a group meeting which she attended weekly on this particular day of the week.
In truth, she had slipped back into the house and made her way unobserved to the basement, where she had hidden in waiting for the appearance of her parents.
Sex was indeed a mystery to virginal Kimmy, but no girl of her caste and class could grow up nowadays surrounded by friends and media saturation without getting a pretty good idea of what the whole business was all about.
Not only had Kimmy been told the facts of life by her mother, she had also taken health and hygiene courses in her junior high school which had given her a clinical picture of the mechanics of the sex act.
What's more, she had the benefit of even more advanced knowledge, thanks to her little friend Rachel, her classmate, confidante, and best friend.
A few times when Kimmy had visited Rachel's house while her friend's parents were out, Rachel had run some X-rated video tapes on her folks VCR.
Quite a show!
And yet, despite such bits and pieces of illicit information which the girl had picked up and squirreled away, there were aspects of her parents' sexuality which frankly mystified her.
Just as a swimmer cannot see, but can feel the powerful currents and undertow of the surging sea, so, too, did Kimmy sense strange and secret undercurrents in her parents' sexual relationship.
Now, her curiosity having reached the point where she could no longer bear not to know, she set out to shed some light on these hitherto mysterious and obscure matters.
Which is why she crouched in the darkness behind the basement bar, waiting to see what she would see.
She did not have her watch, therefore had no way to measure the passage of time as she lurked in the dark. She could not even turn on a light, for fear of betraying her presence.
From above, she heard the sounds of her mother and father moving about on the ground floor of the house, above her head.
Each creaking floorboard or scrape of shoe leather gave her a great rush of adrenalized excitement, anticipating their arrival in the basement for a round of those strange games they'd played.
Though she knew not what it was that they did when they did it, she had overheard enough strange sounds to know that their games were most bizarre.
But-what were they?
Now, she would find out.
Like some small fearful furry little creature huddling in its hidey-hole, Kimmy crouched behind the bar, feeling nakedly exposed in the softly diffused light which overspread the basement.
Stairs creaked when her mother and father came down them, into the basement.
Already Kimmy greatly regretted her decision to spy on her parents. Her mother and step-father were loving but sometimes strict.
Should she be caught eavesdropping and peeping, Kimmy knew that she could expect to be punished.
Corporally punished.
Her guardians were firm believers in the value of corporal punishment as a tool for raising their youngsters properly.
Kimmy knew this all too well.
Her real father, the biological father who was now divorced from her mother and lived on the other shore of the continent, was a mild man whose idea of strict punishment was to send a misbehaving miss to her room without dinner.
Her stepfather's theory and practice of discipline was very much different.
Bad girls were spanked.
After the divorce, Olivia had a great deal of trouble controlling her two daughters.
The absence of a father had caused the girls to run a bit wild. Calder Shockley moved swiftly to set this situation right.
Shortly after he and Olivia returned from their short honeymoon, he set about restoring parental authority.
He waited until both Kimmy and Pam had committed some minor misdeeds, such as coming in once too late after curfew, failing to properly perform household chores, and the like.
Then, on Friday night of that week, both girls were called to accounting.
They would be punished with spankings.
The teens were shocked, indignant, rebellious. But their tearful protests won them no reprieve, only more stern bottom-beatings which left them miserable and full of woe.
The adults were into strict discipline. Not only were the girls spanked by both their mother and stepfather, but they were spanked on their naked bottoms, a humiliation which was quite overwhelming.
Neither sister had been spanked when they were children. It was crushing for grown teen girls to be summarily taken over a parental lap, and have their naked rears exposed for blistering hand spankings.
The effect was quite crushing. Pam, always the more strong-willed and rebellious of the two girls, had her resistance curbed in the most direct way possible.
On this Friday discipline night, the family group was gathered in the living room.
Although she had been warned of her impending punishment, Pam had not believed. Finally confronted with the moment of truth, she indignantly declared that there was "no way" she would be spanked.
Before she knew what was happening to her, she was hauled across her stepfather's lap. Her skirt was lifted and her panties yanked down, baring her pinkly plump bottom.
Pam fought, but she was putty in Calder's hands. His left arm pinned her to his lap, while his right hand was the instrument of correction, the author of punishment.
A tender girl, a gentle girl, Kimmy was shocked to the very core of her being by the domestic violence.
Her mother stood behind her, holding Kimmy by the shoulders, quaking shoulders, holding her in place so she faced the scene of the spanking.
Olivia was excited, too. Her heavy bosom strained against her dress front, big tits pressing their massy warmth against Kimmy's slim back.
Her hot breath hissed out between clenched teeth, playing across the back of Kimmy's neck.
The spanking was a primal scene. All Pam's pretensions to adulthood dissolved under the humiliation and pain.
Pam was red-faced, furious, frightened. Her stepfather's left arm pinned her down on his lap, despite her shakings and squirmings.
His right arm was a blur of motion, powering his red palm up and down, slamming it again and again down on Pam's trembling buttocks.
Each bottom smack sounded like a pistol shot. Kimmy flinched with each spank. Her mother tightened her grip on the girl's slim, shivering shoulders.
Pam sobbed hysterically. Her bottom was bright red. She hid her weeping face in her hands. Still the spanking continued.
When Kimmy tried to look away, Olivia took hold of her head in her hands and forced her to keep on looking.
Kimmy started crying, in sympathy and empathy with her older sister. She knew how crushingly humiliated Pam must be.
Then Pam's spanking was done, and it was Kimmy's turn.
Pam got stiffly off her stepfather's lap. Her sobbing face was almost as red as her spanked ass. It was so wet with tears, that it seemed a glass of water had been dashed in her face.
When she climbed off the lap, her skirt fell down to cover her, while her panties, which had been yanked down to her knee for the spanking, slipped down to hobble her ankles.
Her humiliation was not yet done. She was made to stand in a corner of the living room with her nose to the wall. The key to the humiliation was that she was forced to once more bare her bottom to display its corrected condition.
Her skirt was lifted in the back, rolled and tucked into the top of her skirt, where a thin belt held it in place, baring all below, exposing naked, red, swollen ass cheeks which twitched and quivered as though still being spanked.
And then it was Kimmy's turn.
She sobbed as she was brought forward by her mother, whose hands on her shoulders steered her forward like a sacrificial offering to her new husband, stepfather Calder. And in truth, she was sacrificing the sanctity of her family to please her new man.
Kimmy sobbed like a baby as Calder ordered her to get over his lap.
Kimmy moaned, "Oh, please, don't hurt me."
She could hardly see, for her tears. Hands fastened on her, drawing her down. She moved forward blindly, tears welling from her eyes, dribbling down her cheeks.
Her face was shot, burning! All her flesh seethed. She was almost glad to go across a lap, since her weak-kneed legs could scarcely keep her upright.
As she went down over her step daddy's lap, she glimpsed a large bulge jutting between his legs. But it was only a quick glimpse, before she was stretched face down over his lap.
Then she felt it.
He was hard. His member jutted against her. Gasping, she squirmed, lifting her hips off the cloth-wrapped rod.
She was pushed back down, told to lift her skirt. She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, leaving tracks of wetness. Fresh tears blurred her vision.
Quaking hands reached behind her, taking hold of her own skirt and fumbling with it.
She tried to obey, but was nearly paralyzed by fear. Her stepfather brushed aside her hands, impatient to get on with the game. He lifted her skirt himself, rolling it up her back, baring her below.
Her mother stood alongside the pair, looming up, leaning over, looking down. Olivia's face was flushed. Her eyes glittered with hungry fascination.
No, there was no use in appealing to her mother for mercy, Kimmy knew.
The panties, too. A spanking was no spanking unless administered to naked bottom flesh. This was basic disciplinary doctrine under the new regime of stepfather Calder.
Kimmy whimpered as her thin white cotton panties were pulled down, baring her small smooth cupcake buttocks.
Humiliation squeezed whimperings from her as her bottom was denuded. Her rolled panties formed a taut white line of fabric stretching across the tops of her thin thighs.
Kimmy strained to keep her thighs shut, to hide her precious little pussy from view. Young and maturing as she was, she was highly conscious of her burgeoning body, a consciousness which sent her shame soaring to new heights.
Then she was spanked.
It was as bad as she had feared it would be. Calder was no brute, but he insisted that the punishment have some reality to it. It would be no deterrent at all unless it hurt.
It did hurt.
Kimmy was crying before the first bottom smack came down. When it did, her cry of pain was drowned by the crack of hard palm flesh striking soft bottom flesh.
A barrage of smacks reddened her bottom. After the first few strokes, she sobbed for mercy, but there was no mercy. She must take the full measure of her punishment.
A curious complicity, almost a conspiracy, existed between her mother and stepfather.
Olivia was highly excited. She stood at her husband's side, clutching his broad left shoulder for support as she stood there trembling in the extremity of emotion.
At last, the punishment was done ... or, rather, the spanking was done, for the punishment was far from over.
Like Pam, Kimmy was forced to stand in the corner, facing the wall, with her spanked bottom bared and on display.
Pam occupied one corner of the living room, Kimmy the opposite corner. BOTH girls' skirts were raised and their panties down and their rears exposed.
The teen sisters were like a pair of book ends arranged for the amusement of the adults.
While the girls were on display, Calder and Olivia took their leisure in the living room. Olivia made them both drinks. She was very solicitous and loving to her spouse.
She parked herself on his lap, twining her arms about his neck, rubbing her ripely rounded rear against his groin.
When either of the girls dared look up or over their shoulders, a curt parental command ordered them to keep their noses pressed to the wall, unless they desired a second spanking session to teach them how to obey.
They obeyed. Pam and Kimmy must have been on display for over an hour. Finally, they were told to cover themselves up and go to bed.
That was the first of many such disciplinary sessions. There was no doubt that a new regime had been installed in the household, and that the girls had better toe the line if they knew what was good for them.
Which they did, mostly.
Kimmy lived in mortal terror that somehow her peers and classmates would discover that she, a girl in junior high, was still being subjected to the most basic and intense sort of parental discipline.
It seemed that her parents were no less concerned, for time and again they cautioned the girls never to divulge the dominance of the corporally-minded couple.
As if Kimmy would ever dare dream of breathing a whispered word about her humiliating discipline on the home front!
Other, stranger forces were at work inside the tender teen, forces which she barely understood, though she was in thrall to their mysterious power.
For such discipline had wrought strange changes in her confused adolescent sexuality, creating in her cravings she could scarcely comprehend.
Perhaps she would understand them, and herself, better after she spied on her parents this night.
On the other hand, perhaps she would learn things about herself that she might have been better off not knowing.
He didn't know what was going to happen, but there was no doubt in her mind that whatever it was, she would never be the same.
With fear and trepidation, she prepared for the next step.
Her education now began.
CHAPTER THREE
Pam took it from behind.
The thick dark woods at the top of the ridge were honeycombed with rutted dirt roads and trails leading to a number of secluded groves and glades, making it a perfect lover's lane, often used by young and old when in search of privacy.
It was especially valued by teens, who lived at home with their parents and therefore had no private place to rendezvous with, their lovers and sweethearts. The area was so extensive that privacy was usually assured.
Pam and Bobby stood outside the car, which was parked facing outward in a narrow loop of dirt track surrounded with thick foliage which formed protective, sheltering walls of leafy trees.
Pam stood at the right front of the car, facing it, leaning forward over fender and hood. Bobby stood behind her.
Dark night. The moon had not yet come up. The big trees hung a thick leafy canopy over the parking place, obscuring most of the sky, except for a broad star-dusted strip directly overhead.
Pam leaned forward, palms pressing the fender for support, body leaning forward, hindquarters pushed out and back.
Her jeans were pulled down to her ankles and joined there by her moist-crotched panties, which her juices had soaked into.
Her shirt was off, placed on the car's hood, which was hot from the workout the engine had gotten, so hot that she would have been unable to touch it with bare unprotected palms. Heat rose up from the curved metal hood.
It was a warm night, whose sultriness combined with the engine heat and the heat rising up from her silky, seething loins.
Pam was naked, but for the jeans and panties which hung around her feet. Her bra had been removed along with her shirt and lay wadded up with it.
She leaned forward from the waist, her upper body horizontally held. Her naked tits dangled heavily, a pair of grapefruit-sized mounds which were almost perfectly rounded, globular.
Her ripely rounded bottom was arched back towards Bobby, a pair of creamy pink globes which shone palely in the sultry night.
Pam had a wickedly curved shape. She was short, sassy, stacked. A good deal of her body weight was distributed to her bosom and bottom, with a wickedly narrow wasp waist dividing the arousing anatomy.
She had wide hips, a lush rear, and thick, shapely thighs. Her thighs were bowed outward, exposing her precious pussy.
Bobby crouched behind her. His shirt was on, but his pants were down, baring him from waist to ankles.
His flesh was tawnier than Pam's, and further darkened by his copious body hair. He had a flat belly, muscular hips, high firm hairy buttocks which now stood tense and taut. Bands of muscle rippled in his flexing thighs as he prepared to put Pam to the cock.
His hard cock.
The supreme suck-job she had given him earlier had not satisfied but only whetted his appetite. Once his car was safely parked in the lover's lane, he went into a clinch with Pam, his cock swiftly swelling to its full erection.
He bent her over the front of the car and took her from behind.
In her pussy, of course.
Not even a high school stud like Bobby had progressed to the point of adult sophistication where he would take a piece of ass from a girlfriend.
And even if he should be so minded to engage in such esoteric delights, it would be hard indeed to find a partner among the high school sweeties of his acquaintances who would dare to offer up their asses for fucking.
But taking her dog-style was a good course for this kind of clandestine loving. It was too hot to fuck Pam in his car, and there were too many bugs for him to take her on her back in the grass.
Besides, she had a gorgeous ass, one whose curves seemed doubly plump as she leaned back into him.
His hard cock swelled horizontally from his lean hips, once more hard, rampant. So hard that it hurt him. Hard, and hot.
Leaning into Pam, he stroked his cock against her ass.
His penis seethed from contact with her buttery buns, whose warm soft masses yielded under the stroking massage of his red rod.
He humped her, stroking his hot cock against her bottom flesh.
Pam thrilled to the contrast between his pole of pulsating hardness and her yielding, fleshy buttocks.
Bobby held her wide hips and rubbed her ass with his cock. Pam swayed her hips to the sides and up and down, rubbing her buns hard against his dick. Her hip shakings caused her tits to jiggle alluringly.
Just as his hard cock made a contrast in flesh to her soft buttocks, so did her stiff nipples contrast with the creamy plush mounds of her tits.
Bobby put his hand between her thighs. Pam bowed her knees wider apart, to open herself even more to him.
He reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt. This fleshy teen miss was gifted with abundant cunt lips, lips as full as those of many a full grown adult female.
Pam moaned as her cunt was fingered, fondled.
Her cunt lips quivered under his fondling fingers. Between them oozed musky, dripping wetness. He parted her cunt lips and rubbed the slippery, silky flesh which lay within. Juices smeared his fingers.
Unheld, his cock leaped and twitched with hungry wanting. Bobby parted Pam's cunt lips and penetrated her with middle finger, sinking it deep into her seething honeypot.
Pam's heavy-lidded eyes fluttered their lashes as she was digitally penetrated. Her mouth opened in a moan. She arched her back, pushing her hips toward Bobby.
He buried his finger to the knuckle in her juicy cunt. More moans escaped her as he fucked her with his finger. Her tits bounced and jiggled.
Bobby ached to put more than his finger in her. He took it out of her. Even in the dimness, he saw juices glistening on it, coating it.
He put the hand under his nose, nostrils twitching as he smelled the perfume of her cunt.
He gripped his dick, its knobbed head jutting from his fist as he darted it between her legs.
Pam moaned when his cock head prodded her tender cunt lips. The head pressed her, squashing her cunt lips, spreading them to expose silky, dripping inner membranes.
Grunting, sweating, Bobby wedged open her cunt lips and put his cock head inside her.
Wide-hipped Pam had a hot tight cunt. Her hole was a hot wet vortex sucking at the cock which invaded, entered, penetrated her.
Part of his cock was inside her. The rest ached for entrance. He let go of his cock. It was in deep enough to stay.
He took hold of her hips and thrust his cock forward, deeper into her. Pam squealed.
He worked his cock into her, driving it deeply, all the way inside her. He moaned from the pure pleasure of having his hot rod engulfed in her silky wetness.
Pam, too, was overcome by hot pleasure.
Once inside her, Bobby thrust hard and fast, plying her pussy with deep strokes.
Pam was unbalanced by the vigorous thrusts. She leaned forward, then cried out and pulled back as her forearms were burned by the still-hot car hood.
Bobby thought she cried out from what his cock was doing to her, so he kept on doing it.
Pam repositioned the shirt, placing it under her forearms to protect them from the heated car hood.
It helped, some. She could still feel the heat rising up from the engine, but the protection of the folded shirt kept it from burning her.
She braced herself to keep from being overbalanced in front from the forced of Bobby's hard and deep strokes.
Properly positioned, now, Pam settled in for a fucking.
Bobby held her hips as he pumped his prick into her cunt. Her creamy buttocks jiggled each time his hips bumped into them.
She leaned forward. The fucking set into motion not only the soft masses of her ripe buttocks, but the equally lush mounds of her stiff-nippled tits.
As she leaned forward, her bobbing tits dangled inches over the curved car hood, feeling the waves of heat rising up from it. Swaying stiff nipples swung inches above it.
Bobby pumped, panted, grunted. Pam panted and moaned, her cries increasing in volume and duration as the fucking continued. She hung her head low, eyes closed, curly blonde hair falling forward over her face and spilling over the hood.
Bobby took hold of her tits, one in each hand, holding them tightly as he fucked her. Her nipples stiffly seethed against his moist palms. Creamy tit flesh welled between his clutching fingers.
Sweat oiled the teen twosome, causing their flesh to cling and juicily slide during the contortions of their couplings.
Bobby rose on his toes, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her hole.
He hammered into her. His orgasm was near.
Pam need have no worries about his coming inside her. She was protected against pregnancy. She was on the Pill, and had been for over a year.
That was a strange one. It was her mother, Olivia, who had been responsible for getting the girl on birth control pills.
"You're going to do it anyway, so you had better make damn sure you don't get knocked up," Olivia told her daughter.
Olivia was a strait laced, old-fashioned parent in many ways, and it had taken Pam by surprise to discover that, where her daughter having sex was concerned, she was thoroughly modern in her determination that Pam be spared from unwanted pregnancy.
Not only had Olivia procured the pills for Pam, but she made sure herself that Pam was on them. Each day, she stood over her eldest teen daughter and watched Pam wash down the daily pill dosage with a cup of orange juice.
Strange woman!
Olivia could be outraged when Pam failed to call home to inform her that she would be late for dinner, or when she failed to carry out all the little household chores which had been assigned to her.
Such derelictions earned Pam punishments. Yet, when it came to something like Pam's sexuality, Olivia's concern was only that Pam not make the costly mistake of getting impregnated.
Now, Bobby hurried toward his orgasm.
His cock pounded Pam. His weight pushed her hard against the curved unyielding metal of the hood. He let go of her tits and took hold of her hips to complete his ride.
His earlier efforts seemed tame in comparison to this final round of hot fucking that he plied her with.
Suddenly, at the height of his frenzy, he jammed his cock deep into her cunt, and came.
His member was deeply sheathed in her seething silky cunt, stretching her. She was stretched still more as he came.
Creamy come jetted from his throbbing cock, filling her with great sticky spurts.
Moaning, Pam wriggled around, twisting on his orgasming pole.
Bobby moaned as the last drops of come were wrenched from his cock.
Pam shivered. She had not climaxed. She was very excited, but something essential had failed to connect her with orgasm.
It was a lack she had noticed more and more lately. It troubled her. Bobby was a hung high school stud, and it was a worry that his cock action could not make her come.
She faked it, moaning and hissing. She had been close, but not close enough. But there was no sense in letting Bobby know. He would assume it was all her fault.
Now, he savored his orgasm. His come filled her cunt, cream soaking into her membranes. No more jism spewed, but his cock kept on twitching and jerking from the power of orgasm.
Pam sighed. Her thick thighs trembled. She sank forward, pressing her upper body to the heated car hood. It had cooled some, but not enough. She gasped as her tender tits pressed simmering metal.
Suddenly there was light, sound, motion, all coming into play as suddenly as a bolt from the blue.
A car rolled up, jouncing on the uneven dirt path leading to this trysting place. There was the rumble of its engine, the squeakings of its suspension, the crunching of ground and twigs and dead leaves under its tires.
It came suddenly, and was on them almost without warning. No doubt the driver expected this placed to be deserted. No doubt the occupants of the car were in some sort of hurry, since the car was moving fairly quickly.
The twin spotlights of its headlights flooded the lover's lane with brightness, revealing the pair of teen lovers.
The occupants of the mystery car saw Bobby with his pants down, his naked lower body pressing Pam's, his cock stuffed in her cunt.
Sudden light dazzled, blinded Pam.
Something in the situation pressed her button, completing the circuit.
She came, helplessly, devastatingly.
* * *
Mothers suffer, too.
Kimmy knew that, now.
Suffer sweetly ... for, when Olivia cried out during her disciplinary session with Calder, she cried out for more.
The only thing more alarming than the sordid spectacle she was spying on, was the fear that she, Kimmy, might get caught.
Olivia Fairbush Shockley was a fortyish matron with a big-boned, voluptuous physique.
She was five and a half feet tall, and very rounded, almost plumply pear-shaped. She had chestnut brown hair, worn short, with wispy bangs across her forehead. She had creamy skin, dark brown eyes, a wide-bridged nose, and a full-lipped red mouth.
She wore a simple house dress, a one piece short sleeved beige shift whose hem reached to a line just below her dimpled knees. Her legs were bare. Woven white wicker sandals with three-inch heels outfitted her feet.
Calder told her, "Strip, bitch."
"Yes, master," Olivia murmured.
Calder stood with his hands on his hips, his unbuckled belt dangling open. Olivia stood facing him, head hanging down.
Red color dotted her soft cheeks. She did not look him in the face, but instead stared down at the tops of her shoes.
She took off her earrings, square shiny buttons made of semi-precious stones which dangled from her pierced ears. They made small rattling sounds as she deposited them in a clean ashtray for safekeeping.
That gave Kimmy a bad moment.
The ashtray sat on top of the bar. Her mother's high-heeled footsteps click-clacked toward her, sending Kimmy's guts churning.
Olivia took up the ashtray, without looking into the shadowed well behind the bar, and therefore did not see her spying daughter.
Olivia put her earrings in the ashtray and put the ashtray down on a side table.
The bar was solid, but it was the homemade product of a basement workshop. There was a minute gap, a thin slitted space, where a plank was joined to a support.
By leaning forward and sticking her head inside a shelf on the inside of the bar, Kimmy could press her faced to the wood and see through the slitted hole into the rest of the room, allowing her to watch without being seen.
Calder sat down in an armchair. Olivia stood facing him as she stripped.
She unbuttoned the back of her shift, her heavy bosom bobbing and swelling. She shucked off the shift, stepping out of it.
Under the shift, she wore a white bra and girdle. Lushly built, pleasingly plump Olivia had a heavy bosom and bottom, wide hips, thick meaty thighs. Her pink calves were thickly muscular, tapering to surprisingly slender ankles.
Her bust measured a size forty-two, with a rounded D-cup size. So heavy a bosom demanded that she wear a bra which was heavily under wired and reinforced.
White satin bra cups strained under their load of swelling tits, which sought to escaped such confinement. Her mounds were doubly plumped up over the tops of the cups, showing swelling tit tops and a devastatingly deep cleavage. Her fat nipples were buttons of flesh squashed under the too-tight bra.
Calder watched his wife strip.
The bra unhooked not in the back, but in the front, the hooks placed where the bra cups joined. She unhooked them.
The now-freed cups were shoved to the sides by the suddenly freed tits, which flopped out into view in all their glory.
They were melons of soft white flesh, crowned with fat dark nipples, nipples whose pebble points were ringed with wide dark coronas ridged with bumpy little sweat glands.
Olivia shrugged out of her bra. Its tightness was further borne out by the bra's red outline, which was stamped into her creamy white flesh, and which would be some time in fading.
Calder leaned forward, reaching for her. He took hold of a nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched it.
Olivia cried out, face twisting.
His face twisted too, with pleasure.
He squashed the nipple. Olivia whimpered, then moaned as he further stretched the nipple, distending it. He let go of it suddenly, causing it to snap back against her tit.
The nipple was now angry and stiffly erect.
Identical treatment-mistreatment, rather-was inflicted on her other nipple, so both nipples stood out stiffly.
He sat back. Olivia next took off her girdle.
This was no mean feat. The girdle wrapped her from waist to knees, its elastic white panels widely stretched, a soft roll of flesh rippling from the waistband. Her girdled bottom shone like a rising white moon, spreading widely, forming an almost perfect circle.
Olivia peeled off her girdle, taking tight hold of it at the top and slowly working it down her flesh.
The girdle was hot, she was sweaty inside. Sweat oiled her flesh. The girdle was eased down inch by inch. Olivia squirmed, swaying her hips from side to side as she worked her girdle down and off. Her shimmying struggles sent her fat, stiff-nippled tits into bouncing agitation.
Then the garment was off and put over to the side with the rest of the clothing she had stripped.
Kimmy's mother stood naked in the basement, her body lewdly displayed for the devouring gaze of her husband.
She had wide hips, an arched pubis, and a thick dark brown bush, a tangled thicket of soft mossy curls which partially veiled her thick cunt lips.
Moisture oozed within, beaded drops of wetness which glimmered in her slitted cunt.
Calder had her come forward so he could lay hands on her without having to reach too far.
He took hold of her bush, pulling the hairs by the roots.
Olivia moaned.
Calder bedeviled the bush, pulling it this way and that, a smirk of satisfaction stamped on his face.
He shoved the same hand between her legs. Olivia automatically spread her legs, opening her thighs and fully exposing her sex to him.
Calder held two fingers together and speared them into Olivia's cunt. She cried out as she was entered and double-digitally penetrated.
Calder finger-fucked her. Juices oozed, making squelching sounds as his fingers thrust back and forth.
He took the stickily glistening fingers out of her cunt and held them up to her face.
Kimmy's mommy stuck out her tongue and lasciviously lapped her own juices.
They were thick, pungent.
They reeked of sex and arousal.
The juices of a woman already pushed past her limits, and about to go farther still.
CHAPTER FOUR
Olivia leaned forward over her seated dominator, whose juice-smeared fingers were stuffed inside her red-lipped mouth. Her upper body was horizontal, while her lower body stood vertically, out-thrusting her ripely rounded bottom. Her heavy tits dangled down, swaying back and forth, stiff swollen nipples seething.
Calder said, "You love to suck."
"Um-hmmm."
He pulled his wet fingers out of her mouth, spilling strands of saliva on the corners of her mouth. She shivered with hot hungry wanting.
He wiped her juices and saliva off his fingers, using her hair to towel them. When he was done, she thanked him.
He said, "Show me how you play with yourself, slut."
"Yes, master."
She stood up straight, spread her legs wide, and put her right hand on her brown-bushed crotch.
She had plump hands with red-painted nails whose tips were rounded off. Her right hand covered her cunt. She moaned from the touch of her own hand.
She spread her fingers, exposing the fleshy cunt lips which lay beneath. She wriggled her fingers over the sticky labia, sliding and stroking.
Hunger flashed over her face. Already glazed eyes grew heavy-lidded. Lines of tension carved her soft, heart-shaped face. A deep moan blossomed from parted red lips.
She stroked her cunt, coaxing fresh juices from it, juices which smeared her fingers and her cunt lips.
"Your tits, too," Calder said. "Work on those big fat nipples of yours."
Olivia put her left hand into play. She inclined her upper body slightly forward, causing her tits to dangle weightily, stiff nipples swaying side by side.
She let go of her cunt, using both hands to shove her tits together, so the nipples were touching.
She took hold of both stiff nipples in her left hand, wincing as her fingers tightly clamped down on them, squeezing them.
Once she was sure of her grip, she let her right hand hurry back to her seething cunt.
Olivia masturbated.
She parted her fingers in an inverted V-shape, exposing pink inner membranes dripping with juices, exposing the fat squashed finger of flesh that was her oversized clitoris.
Calder put his hand on his crotch and groped himself while watching his wife. Finally, he got up from his chair.
His groin bulged, a bulge thrown into special prominence when he stood in profile.
When Olivia's hands hesitated, he said, "Don't stop, slut."
"No, master," she panted.
She worked her nipples, which were redly swollen and oversized beyond the normally erect state. Her fingers were a blur of motion on her heaving cunt.
Her fleshy buttocks twitched, tautened. She rocked her hips back and forth, leaning into her fondling hand, grinding cunt and clitoris into her writhing fingers.
She darted anxious sidelong glances at her spouse as he slowly circled her. He gripped the lower half of her face in his hand, squeezing until she moaned, forcing her to face front while she continued masturbating.
Standing behind her, he pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants, freeing it.
Olivia heard it, knew what it meant. She shuddered, masturbating faster.
Her face was flushed a hot bright red. Her mouth gaped open, sucking air like a fish out of water. Her tits jiggled, her belly rippled, her buttocks quaked, her cunt heaved.
Calder held the belt doubled in his hand, so that it formed a loop of whippy brown leather.
He took up a stance behind his wife's backside and struck her with the belt.
There was the crack of leather striking soft bottom flesh.
Olivia cried out.
The strapping continued, the whippy leather belt curling around the broad bottom, leaving nasty red marks.
"Don't come!" Calder commanded. "Keep on playing with yourself, but don't come!"
"I can't help myself!" Olivia wailed.
"Then you'll just have to be punished!"
He whipped her some more. Olivia turned and twisted under the lashing belt, her hard breathing filled with rapidly rising cries of passion mixed with pain.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" Olivia sobbed.
She came.
Orgasm stiffened her. Muscles flexed under the smooth shiny sheathing of soft white skin covering her.
Her eyes shut, her mouth gaped open. She shut her meaty thighs on her right hand, pressing it hard against her climaxing cunt.
Sweat rolled off her as she climaxed.
Calder's arm was a blur of motion, slashing the whippy looped belt against her broad buttocks, richly striping them.
Overcome, Olivia folded at the knees, hand still pinned between her thighs, as she dropped down to her knees on the floor.
She stretched her left arm out, palm pressing the floor, supporting her. Her head was bowed, quivering chin snugged against her chest, angry-nippled tits swaying.
Calder stopped strapping her. Standing behind her, he panted, red-faced, his cock stiffly swelling the crotch of his pants.
His left hand, the one not holding the doubled belt, dropped to his crotch to squeeze his stiff cock. Then it was his turn to moan.
Olivia huddled on the floor, her fleshy masses quivering, breath sobbing, tits heaving, and striped bottom twitching.
Calder said, "You came."
"Yes, master," she said.
"I told you not to."
Olivia said nothing.
"Now, you're really going to get it!" Calder Shockley promised his submissive spouse.
Olivia moaned with wanting.
* * *
Sidney Green made the call from a pay phone, leaving Pam alone in the car with sultry brunette Marla Payton.
What a night! What a disaster!
Pam knew Mr. Green and Mrs. Payton well. Too well. Presently, she would get to know them quite a good deal better.
Sidney Green was the father of Rachel Green, who was Pam's sister Kimmy's best friend. The Greens were good friends of her whole family and frequent visitors to the Shockley household.
Marla Payton was a divorcee who was one of the sirens of this suburban community.
It was Sidney who drove the car which had pulled into the lover's lane so unexpectedly, catching Pam and Bobby in the act, in the flesh.
And it was Marla Payton who was the passenger riding with Mr. Green.
The adults had recognized Pam, which had been done easily enough, since she had been clearly exposed in the glaring headlights of the interloping auto.
Not one whit abashed to be out with partners who were not their lawfully wedded spouses, Mr. Green had gotten out of his car to confront the teen lovers, who were hastily and shamefacedly pulling on their clothes as quickly as they could.
Bobby tried to bluster it out, but Mr. Green was a big man, big and burly and not the kind of fellow inclined to take any of Bobby's teenage lip.
Bobby was eighteen. Pam was under the age of legal consent, no matter how ripe and ready she might otherwise be for breeding purposes, and Mr. Green knew it.
He let Bobby know he knew it, too. Bobby wasn't the brainiest guy in the world, but he knew how the local law would have a field day if they could hang a rap on him.
Mr. Green told him, "You get your ass out of here and you better hope like hell that I can talk this girl's parents out of pressing charges against you!"
Bobby whimpered, "Mister, please-"
Marla rolled down her car window and stuck her head out to call, "Better get his name and address, Sid, just in case he tries to make trouble later!"
"Good idea," Mr. Green said grimly.
Bobby assured them that the last thing he had on his mind was trouble.
Marla said, "I'll write it down."
Taking Bobby by the arm, Mr. Green walked Bobby over to Marla's side of the car. She had her notepad out and open, pen poised over the paper.
Bobby sullenly gave his name, address, and phone number.
"And you better not be lying," Mr. Green said. "I'll know from Pam if you have!"
"Honest, mister, I haven't! You can ask Pam now if I've been telling the truth!"
"You can bet your ass that's just what I will do," Mr. Green assured him.
Marla said, "I've got your number now, bad boy. You better be on your best behavior, unless you want to join us in a session down at police headquarters."
"Lady, please, don't tell the cops!"
"That depends on you," Marla said. Reading back the data on Bobby, she asked Pam if it was all correct.
She nodded, head hanging low.
Marla closed her notepad and put it back in her pocket book.
Mr. Green said, "All right, punk, know get your ass out of here!"
"Yes, sir!"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Uh, I can't leave with your car blocking me, sir," Bobby mumbled.
"Get in your car and get out of my face. I'll take this girl home to her parents."
"Yes, sir." Bobby went partway to his car, then turned to ask, "You-you won't tell on us, will you, sir?"
"Get out of here!"
"Yes, sir!"
Bobby slunk to his car, got in. Marla slid out of the front seat and made Pam get in, so the girl was sandwiched between both adults.
Mr. Green got behind the wheel and drove off. The car threaded the twisting trails of lover's lane and re-emerged on the paved road, heading back to town.
Mr. Green pulled over to the side of the road at the first pay phone he came to. He got out and got in the booth and used the phone, ignoring Pam's tearful pleas that he not call her parents.
Marla's scent filled the car, a heady mixture of perfume, cosmetics, and Marla herself. The windows were rolled up and Pam had trouble catching her breath.
Marla was a much-married divorcee in her mid-forties who bore more than a passing resemblance to the actress, Joan Collins.
She had tousled black hair, a heart-shaped face, almond-shaped eyes, hawkish nose, and a wide red-painted mouth. She wore a lightweight, three-quarter length brown leather coat, a black sleeveless blouse, and a dark knee-length skirt. A pair of black leather ankle boots with sharp toes and high heels completed her outfit.
Something had been nagging the back of Pam's mind for some time, but now she put it into words.
She said, "Uh, what were you and Mr. Green doing in lover's lane, anyway?"
"Don't be impertinent," Marla said. "You're liable to get your face slapped along with everything else."
"Sorry."
Mr. Green stood in the phone booth with his back to the car. He was a big man. Inside the glass booth, he looked like a museum exhibit in a display case.
He hung up the phone, got back in the car. He said, "No answer. We'll try later."
Pam had gotten a temporary reprieve. Mr. Green put the car in gear and drove back on the road.
Pam said, "Please don't tell on me, Mr. Green."
Mr. Green made no reply. Marla chuckled throatily.
"Please don't tell," Pam repeated. "I-I'll do anything, if only you won't tell!"
Mr. Green looked at her with a speculative sidelong glance. Marla laughed out loud.
The car moved back toward town.
* * *
The door to the secret room was open.
The open doorway was a black rectangle softened but little thanks to the wan lone light burning within. Calder Shockley had unlocked the door and gone into the room, while his naked wife squatted on the floor.
Olivia was on her elbows and knees, forming a huddled cube of shiny pink flesh which squatted on the cool linoleum floor.
Her forehead touched the floor tiles, as did her stiff-nippled tits. Her striped ass was lifted, its cheeks marked with the welts and lines from the strapping.
Olivia squatted with her knees apart, spreading her thighs, exposing her fleshy cunt lips and curly dark bush. Juices glimmered on her cunt lips and on the insides of her thighs.
Calder rummaged around in the room. Pam could not see him from her vantage point, though she saw his shadow from time to time, looming on that part of the wall which was in her view.
Olivia's arm trailed under her, so that her hand lay palm upward under her quivering crotch.
Now that hand lifted higher still, reaching for her cunt. She shivered at her own touch, when her thick fingers fastened on her cunt. Her buttocks went tight, forcing a moan from her. She played with herself, stroking her cunt with sliding surreptitious strokes.
Calder came out of the room, carrying an armful of gear, strange devices which Kimmy puzzled over, as she had never seen the like.
Calder's foot prodded a toe into Olivia's haunch. "Playing with your cunt, huh? You can't get enough of it, can you?"
Olivia, head down, was silent.
Calder prodded her again. "I asked you a question, bitch."
"I'm sorry, master," she sniffed. "No, I can't get enough of it ... "
"I've got something that will hold you for a while and fill that fat cunt of yours-and your asshole, too!"
He sat down on the long couch, next to the pile of gear which he had set down. He had Olivia kneel facing him as he picked up a peculiar, harness-looking object, holding it in both hands to open it and display it.
The contrivance was made of leather flaps and straps held together with metal chains and rings, with a number of snaps and fasteners and whatnot.
Calder picked up an object. It looked like a black cock. It was torpedo-shaped, streamlined, six inches long, with a fat knobbed crown and thick stem.
He prodded its tip against his wife's tits. Bosom flesh yielded to the pressure, as he drew swirling circles of motion around both nipples. He then worked directly on the nipples. He slid the black plastic cock down her belly, sliding its swollen head into the curls of her bush, then down to her cunt.
Olivia moaned as the sleek black plastic cock head glided over her cunt lips, pressing into them, squashing them, spreading the paired lips to the sides to expose her inner flesh, all slippery and glistening with moisture.
When he lifted the object from her crotch, its sleek surface was smeared with her juices.
He took up the harness device. When he put his hands inside and spread it out, it looked somewhat like a bikini made of thick triangles of black leather, with a two-inch thick leather belt joining the front and back halves, and a pair of thick black elastic straps down at the leg openings.
Taking the black cock-like plug, Calder fitted it inside the leather crotch, where there was a pair of sockets placed next to each other, with the foremost socket larger than the rear one.
Calder fastened the black plastic cock to its appropriate socket, screwing it in. When he was done, the thick black cock jutted vertically from within the leather crotch.
He was not yet done. He took a second plug, not so long as the first, but just as fat, perhaps a bit fatter, and he screwed it into the second socket, so that now a pair of thick plugs bristled inside the harness.
"Stand up," he told his slave wife.
Olivia rose to her feet, facing him. He held the harness by its waistband and lowered it to the floor.
Olivia stepped into it. Calder pulled it up her legs, to her crotch. The plugs were in the way, but that was easily taken care of.
He pressed the wet head of the cock-like plug to her cunt and pushed it in. Olivia spread her legs wider, bare soles sliding on the floor. Her face twisted and she moaned as the black plastic cock parted her cunt lips and entered her seething, slippery hole.
The plug was tight in her cunt and made a squelching sound as it was forced up into her. She was so overcome that she had to hold her husband's shoulder for support.
But the job was only half done.
He put his hands on her hips and turned her so her ass faced him ... her strapped ass, with its red-welted cheeks all a quiver. He first tightened the thick black leather belt, drawing it so tight that it sank deep into her soft belly and waist, making her moan.
The cunt plug was in her. The attached rear flap, complete with jutting butt plug, dangled down between her spread legs.
He brought the rear flap to him, back between her legs. He told her to spread her cheeks.
Reaching behind herself. Olivia laid hands on her behind, one hand on each cheek. She moaned from the contact with her sore, striped buttocks. She gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them to the sides, opening her ass.
The rear flap was thinner than the front flap, and consisted merely of the minimal amount of thick leather required to seat and support the butt plug.
While Olivia held her ass cheeks spread, Calder wet his fingers with saliva, smeared it on the butt plug and targeted anus, and then inserted the fat squat plug up Olivia's ass.
She moaned from the anal penetration. Her moans increased as Calder took hold of the top of the flap and pulled it tight to fasten it to the rear of the belt-and thereby pulled the plugs even deeper and tighter in Olivia's cunt and ass.
Kimmy's mommy was now in harness.
Kimmy's pussy and sweet little dimpled asshole twinged involuntarily in sympathy with her restrained mother. But Calder was not done with her yet.
Next came the head harness. It looked like nothing so much as a horse's bridle and bit. Indeed, that was exactly what it was, except that it had been designed and scaled not for the head of a horse, but for a human head.
The contrivance was pulled over Olivia's head, its leather straps cinched tightly to her flesh. The bit was a bar of metal wrapped in black rubber.
Olivia's mouth gaped. Calder stuffed the horizontal bit deep between her jaws, jamming it in so her mouth was stretched at the corners, then buckling shut the straps which secured it.
A pair of handcuffs secured Olivia's hands behind her back. Having her hands restrained thusly added to the arch of her back, thereby thrusting her heavy tits forward with special lush prominence.
Calder lowered his head to Olivia's chest and nuzzled her tits. Bridled, bitted, and gagged, she looked down at the top of his head as he rubbed his face against her tits.
He stuffed a stiff nipple between his lips, along with a good deal of the surrounding tit flesh. He sucked it juicily, with powerful suction, his cheeks hollowing with a vacuum pull.
The nipple came free with a popping sound, emerging fatter and stiffer than before.
He did the same to the second nipple. Then he took his slave wife into the secret room.
Her body ached.
Her mind reeled.
She knew not the time, place nor who she was.
But she knew one thing.
Their secret life was secret no more.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kimmy looked.
This was her chance to escape, to make her getaway. A little knowledge, they say, is a dangerous thing, and what little knowledge Kimmy had discovered tonight about her mother and stepfather's secret sex life seemed to her very dangerous indeed.
Kimmy felt like someone who works around radioactive materials. She had been exposed, and could only hope that the contamination had not taken hold.
When her stepfather took her mother into the small room, Kimmy saw her chance to escape without being captured.
She showed the symptoms of her plight. Her oval face was pale, but for twin dots of red color blazing in her cheeks, making her look almost like an old-fashioned consumptive. Her legs were shaking and her knees were weak, she could hardly stand on her own two feet.
She stayed crouched in position behind the bar, clammy face pressed against the planks, eyes glued to the slitted gap in the wood which had served as her peephole. She stayed there for quite some time without moving, after her parents had gone inside.
Her vantage point prevented her from seeing into the room. Olivia and Calder's shadows were thrown on the walls, big looming shadows which fluttered about. No less strange and mysterious than the shadows were the noises which came from within the room.
Kimmy summoned up her nerve. Now was the time to go, to flee, to run into the night. She could slip undetected from the basement, let herself out of the house, and then pretend that she had been at the church youth group meeting all night long.
She moved. Her legs were cramped from occupying the same position for so long. She feared she might get a charley horse.
She listened, not just with her ears, but with her entire being, as if all her body were a sensitive listening device, keyed to the peak of alertness for any sounds which would indicate that someone was coming out of the room.
She got down on her hands and knees behind the bar and crawled to the end of it. A mental image picture came to her of her mother as she had crawled, naked and in harness, following after Calder like a faithful dog.
Kimmy peered around the corner of the bar.
All clear.
She got to her feet. She clutched the bar for support. Alarming sounds came from the secret room.
She stepped out of her shoes and picked them up so as not to betray her presence by the scuffle of shoe leather on linoleum.
With trembling steps she made her way across the room. The secret room was partially located under the very stairway she had to climb to make her exit from the basement.
Now she was at the stairway. She bumped her slim hip against a small table which held the phone. It was a light touch, but unexpected, therefore giving her a start. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle any involuntary cry.
She was almost out now, but one thought nagged her.
What went on in the secret room?
No, she really didn't want to know not really! Kimmy made her way to the foot of the stairs and even placed her stockinged foot on the first tread.
But curiosity caught her, held her, turned her around toward the black rectangle of the room's open doorway.
Just a peek, that's all she would take. What a waste it would be, going to the trouble of so much sneakiness, without discovering all she needed to know!
Precocious Kimmy had always intuited the intense sexual charge involved in discipline. That was why it had been so unsettling when her new stepfather installed his regimen of corporal punishment for Pam and Kimmy.
It was all sexual, all about dominance, submission, control. Control was what made a teen girl, a young lady, really, with a mind of her own, submit to going over a lap and turning her bare bottom up for a spanking.
Neither the adults nor the girls wanted any outsiders to know of their disciplinary practices. Because it was secret stuff, intensely sexual.
Kimmy knew. More than a few times following a session of bottom-beating discipline, she had soothed her aching ass by playing with her precious little pussy in the privacy of her own bed.
She was in a state of high excitement now. Her little nipples were stiff. Her pussy quivered.
She pressed her front against the wall for balance and sidestepped to the nearest edge of the doorway. Hair fell into her face. Her trembling hand brushed it away from her eyes.
She peeked around the corner, into the room.
It was a small room, irregular shaped, its nearer half located under the stairs, its farther half occupying a full space on the other side. The concrete walls were whitewashed, whiled the floor was made of gray, slate-like stone. Thick beams ran the length of the ceiling, spaced at regular intervals.
Fastened to one of the ceiling beams was a metal-wheeled pulley arrangement. Threading this set of wheels was a long thin length of metal chain, one end of which dropped down vertically to the woman below it.
That woman was Olivia.
She stood-squatted, really-in the center of the floor, body bent at a ninety degree angle, with her upper body at the horizontal, and her body below the waist at the vertical.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Attached to the middle of those cuffs was one end of the chain depending from the pulley.
The chain had been pulled up short, lifting Olivia's manacled hands high up off her back, and her arms as well, painfully stretching them so they rose from her broad straining back at an angle of forty-five degrees.
The chain was taut, so taut that it hummed responsively to her writhings as she squirmed and shook and sobbed.
With her body bent forward from the waist as it was, her heavy tits dangled down. Something new had been added to increase her torment since she had entered the room.
Clamps were fastened to both of her nipples. Metal clamps, which looked like small steel clothespins, were clipped to each swollen nipple, viciously squeezing them.
There was more of a refinement. Each clamp had a length of twine tied to it. Tied to the other end of each two-foot length of twine was a plum-shaped lead weight, sinkers of the sort used by fishermen to send their lines deep into the water. Now, those sinkers served double duty as tit tormentors.
The weights dangled like pendulums at the ends of the cords. Their weight stretched not only Olivia's abused nipples, but the entire masses of her tits, which were pulled into pendulous shapes by the punishing weights.
As if this were not enough, Calder was beating Olivia's ass with a long slim wooden paddle.
The paddle was two feet long and four inches wide, with one end rounded off at the edges, while the opposite end tapered down to a six-inch handle held by Calder.
Calder was hot. He was bare from the waist up. He had a square torso with sloping shoulders and thick arms, a fine athletic build. His chest was thatched with thick dark hair, his belly was taut. Sweat shone on his shoulders, neck, face. An intense expression twisted his face.
He stood behind Olivia's prominently out thrust behind, slamming her rear with strong strokes.
She was still in harness. The rear flap covered the inner halves of her broad ass cheeks, leaving the buttocks largely bared.
And, of course, lodged in her anus was a fat butt plug, the anal twin of the other plug filling her cunt.
The paddle slammed down forcefully on the meat of Olivia's ass, mashing creamy bottom cheeks, pounding hot redness into them with each swift strong stroke.
The strokes sent her lurching forward, only to be caught up short by the chain which was fastened to her cuffed, lifted hands. It exerted punishing pressure on her straining shoulder joints, not to mention the torment it inflicted on her clamped weighted tits, which were thrown into agitated motion with each slamming stroke.
The rubber bit served as a gag, muffling each outcry somewhat. The rubber bit was dripping with saliva, which had spilled down her chin to spatter on her tits and the floor below them.
The red welts on her bottom from the earlier strapping no longer stood out starkly against creamy bottom flesh, thanks to this paddling. Now her ass was flushed a deep dark red color, thereby making the strapping stripes less prominent visually, though by no means making their impact any less on Olivia's ass. Merely because they could not be seen so well did not mean that they stung any less.
Calder's stiff cock jutted in his pants, swelling tent-like against his front.
Kimmy had chosen a time of transition to do her peeking. Calder stopped paddling his wife even as the sweet teen watched.
The sudden cessation of the paddling made for a heavy silence, in which could be heard clearly Calder's hard breathing, the rattling of chain links, the creaking of leather harnesses and straps, and the gurglings of Olivia through her bit and head harness.
Paddle in hand, cock squeezed by his other hand, Calder made his way around to Olivia's front.
This put his bulging crotch level with Olivia's wet-eyed, harnessed head.
Playfully he flicked her tit weights, sending them swinging this way and that.
Olivia's gurglings and whimperings increased.
Calder's fingers let go of paddle and hard-cocked crotch to take hold of the fastenings which looked the head harness on Olivia.
He undid the harness, pulled it off her head, set it aside. Its outline was stamped on Olivia's teary, sweaty face in red marks where the straps had cinched her. Saliva rolled off the saturated rubber-covered bit, spattering on the floor.
Olivia moaned.
Ignoring her, Calder's hands now flew to his fly, which he unzipped. Reaching inside, he pulled his stiff cock out through the open fly hole, without further opening his trousers. He had to do some fancy straining to work his hard cock out of his fly.
Kimmy was struck to the core of her now so very confused being by the sight of her stepfather's swollen cock.
It was a slab of uncircumcised meat, showing what looked liked eight inches of red-shafted, blue-veined flesh crowned by a knobbed head.
It was ugly, repellent, yet oddly attractive in a perverse way. The sight was shocking, striking strange, disturbing chords of response in Kimmy, responses she never knew she had.
The teen's face flushed with heat and color, reddening to a shade not so very distant from that of her mother's paddled ass.
Calder's right hand clutched his cock, while his left took hold of Olivia's hair, twining it around his fingers, then bringing her head up with a jerk.
He peeled back the foreskin, exposing a bulblike glands, purple and meaty, which he pressed to his wife's wet face.
He slapped her face with his cock, making loud smacking sounds and leaving short-lived red marks.
Olivia twisted, throwing her tits into further agitation and increasing their torment from the weights attached to oversized swollen nipples.
Her whimpering mouth was circled by his cock head. Wanting smoldered in her teary eyes and she tried to kiss the cock.
"You like that cock," Calder said.
"Yes, master."
"You love it!"
"Oh yes, yes!"
He slapped her face some more with the meaty rod. "You want some of this cock?"
"Yes, master, please!"
"Beg for it."
Olivia pleadingly babbled for some cock.
"Oh, all right," Calder said, making a show of indifference as though he cared not a whit whether his cock was mouthed or not. "Here, you can have some, if only to shut you up."
Holding her head by the hair, he stuffed his cock in her mouth.
It was a big cock, a thick cock, and it stretched the corners of her gaping mouth. As it entered, Olivia pushed her head forward, taking it deeper.
Her husband fucked her face.
He started with slow, deep strokes. When he pushed inward, he shoved the cock down deep into her throat, so her red lips ringed his meat at its base.
Sometimes, she started to gag on the rod. This seemed to amuse Calder. He stood hunched forward, legs spread and bent at the knees, buttocks tight, hips pumping the cock backward and forward.
Each stroke found the cock sizzling redder and hotter when withdrawn from her mouth. The speed and force of the strokes increased, too.
"Ummm, suck it, slut!"
Olivia gobbled greedily at the cock. His lust was high and it did not take very long to make him come.
Just as he was ready to shoot, he took hold of his cock and pulled it all the way out of Olivia's mouth, the head coming free from her lips with a liquid popping sound. She stared in cross-eyed surprise at the cock held level with her gasping face.
Calder came.
He came right in her face!
Olivia sputtered her shocked surprise as the first wad of come splashed in her face. The wet wad made a splatting sound.
Calder held his coming cock, pumping it to squeeze the spurting semen so it fell on his wife's straining face, not on the floor.
After her initial surprise, Olivia gaped her mouth open and moved her head, attempting to catch as much come as she could in her open mouth.
Much of the sticky semen now dribbled down her face in long runny strands.
Before he spurted his last, Calder stuck his cock back in Olivia's mouth, her lips closing, clamping down on the rod and hugging it tight.
Calder grunted, buttocks straining, hips lurching as he squeezed the last drops of come from his cock.
Kimmy was ill. She felt feverish, nauseous. Her stomach heaved, and she was afraid she was going to be sick.
She had to get out. Now was the best time, while her mother was immobile in bondage and her stepfather was savoring his orgasm.
She drew her head back from where it had been peeking around the corner of the doorway into the forbidden room.
She pressed her burning cheeks against the cool, smooth wall and held to it for a moment. Her heart beat like a hammer, rocking the walls of her chest cavity.
She put her hands to her face. When she took them away, they dripped with wetness, the wetness of clammy sweat.
Moving stiffly, like an invalid, she crept silently toward the stairs, fearful of giving away her presence by too much haste.
When she was halfway to the stairs, the phone rang.
Her nerves had been keyed to such a straining pitch of tautness, that the sound of the phone ringing was like a bomb going off.
Kimmy froze.
Had she squealed with fright?
In real time, a few seconds passed between the first ring and the one which now followed. To Kimmy, that interval seemed like an eternity.
The first ring paralyzed her, the second ring set her in motion toward escape.
But Calder was in motion, too, and he came out of the room just as Kimmy started up the stairs.
He came out, with his still-stiff cock jutting from out of his open fly hole, sticking out like an elephant's trunk. The cock was dark red, swollen, and oiled with sticky wetness compounded from semen and his sucking wife's saliva.
"Kimmy!"
In a blind panic, Kimmy started up the stairs, her feet flying, long legs thrashing, short skirt fluttering.
Calder started after her. Kimmy was quite terrified of him.
At the top of the stairs stood the basement door, ajar, and beyond it lay escape from this scene of twisted sexuality.
Behind her, Calder's heavy footsteps clattered behind her. She was too scared to look back.
Suddenly, she was caught by the ankle.
Kimmy shrieked.
Calder's iron grip could not be shaken. It had stopped her.
He caught up with her, took hold of her.
He said, "Got you!"
He picked the screaming girl up and carried her back down the stairs. By the time he got there, the telephone had stopped ringing.
Kimmy's initiation had only begun.
* * *
"No answer," said Sidney Green, holding the phone receiver.
"They must be busy," Marla said.
"I'm sure. I can guess what they're busy doing, too, can't you?"
Marla said, "I don't have to guess. I know!"
Sid hung up the phone. He said to Pam, "Do you know what games your parents play?"
Pam could not speak, due to the gag in her mouth. The gag was the least of her discomforts, however.
The trio was in the living room of Marla's split-level ranch house, located in the same affluent residential neighborhood where the Greens and Shockley's made their homes, with all three families living only a few blocks distant from each other.
Marla lived alone. Her grown children were off at college, she had no husband, no live-in boyfriend. She did not lack for companionship, but she preferred to live by herself in the big house.
They had come here. The adults had taken notice of Pam's offer to "do anything, anything at all!" for the couple, if only they would refrain from calling her parents and telling them how they had caught her being fucked by her boyfriend in the lover's lane.
Pam had gone from the frying pan into the fire.
There were forces at work here, forces of which Pam knew nothing. Hidden agendas, secret relationships, and carnal conspiracies which had already involved the people around her, and now had reached out to ensnare her in the web, too.
Pam had been excited by the idea that her offer was being seriously entertained. So far, she had restricted her sexual escapades with teens and young men not too far removed from her own aged group. She had not done this out of conscious selection. Rather, it was just the way things had worked out.
But, like so much else in life, things had not gone according to plan, to say the least.
Arriving at Marla's house, the trio had gone into the living room. Pam was not allowed to relax, was not allowed equal status with her adult overseers.
She wondered at the mechanics of the operation, at who would do what to her. Mr. Green and Marla were quite conspiratorial, going off in a corner and putting their heads together as they whisperingly plotted their plan of action.
A plan destined to teach Pam a lesson in obedience to adulterous adult masters!
CHAPTER SIX
Pam was now tied to a chair in Marla's living room. It was a kitchen chair, with a high straight back and no arms, which had been brought into this room for just that purpose.
Pam was still dressed in the garments she had hastily thrown on at the moment of discovery when the car drove up to the not so secluded lover's lane.
This meant she was not fully dressed. For one thing, she was minus her bra. In the rush of blinding light when the headlights spotted her and Bobby fucking, picking their fugitive forms out from the background of dark night like a spotlight thrown on a pair of escaping convicts, Pam's only thought had been to cover up. She had been too shaken to put on her bra. Indeed, she had barely been able to put her arms through the sleeves of her shirt, which she had donned backwards and inside out.
She now wore that shirt, a pair of panties which were stained with the semen which had since leaked into them from her drenched cunt, and her jeans.
She also wore a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.
Marla and Mr. Green must have worked it out ahead of time. Mr. Green got the chair from the kitchen, while Marla made her way to her bedroom in another part of the house.
Mr. Green knew where to go without being told, proving that he knew his way around the house of this attractive divorcee.
Marla, meanwhile, must have gone ahead to get the gag and handcuffs. When she returned to the living room, she held the items concealed behind her back.
Of course, not knowing they were there, Pam had no idea that Marla concealed anything besides lust.
Pam thought it was funny that the kitchen chair had been brought in for her to sit on, since there were so many other chairs and sofas in the living room to sit on, but so much was going on all at once that Pam found it hard to focus too long on any one thing.
The kitchen chair was placed in the center of the living room. The room was lit with sunken, indirect lights, each of which could be individually called up and dimmed from darkness to full brightness.
The light directly overhead was put on full, while the other lights in the room were set very low. This caused the center light to create a cone of light surrounded by gloomy shadows.
Mr. Green said, "Take a load off your feet."
He faced Pam, put his big hairy hands on her shoulders, and pushed down.
Her legs folded at the knees and she plopped her ripe rump on the chair.
Standing behind the girl, Marla took hold of Pam's wrists and pulled her arms behind the back of the chair.
Suddenly a pair of chilly bracelets encircled Pam's wrists, locking shut with a click. Or, rather, a double click, since both wrists were simultaneously manacled.
Pam said, "Hey! What the fuck?!"
She tried to bring her hands in front, but could not. They were locked in place.
Fully alarmed, Pam twisted in her scat to see what was the cause of her restraint, twisted as much as her condition now allowed, which was not much, not with her hands cuffed behind her back, as indeed they were.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder and down her back, she saw the handcuffs.
She cried, "Hey! What's the idea? Let me go!"
Her adult captors laughed.
Pam tried to free herself. She made zero headway against the steel bracelets of the cuffs, but she did squirm most fetchingly, throwing her fine braless tits into agitation and wriggling her rounded rump this way and that on the chair seat.
The chair was stoutly made, with a solid frame built to endured the struggles of far more powerful captives than Pam. It was she who was strained, not the chair.
She was mad and scared. "Let me go!" Her face was red, hair fell across it. "Let me go, let me go! I'm not into the kinky stuff!"
Mr. Green said, "We are."
"You will be, too," Marla added. "That's why you're here, little girl."
"Fuck you!"
Mr. Green said, "That's the general idea. We're going to fuck you."
"Later," Marla said. "After you've learned your lessons."
Pam let loose with a stream of obscenity, equally apportioned to Mr. Green and Marla. It was inventive and quite tireless, and the adults had to admired the torrent of invective, even as they'd moved to contain it.
Mr. Green slapped Pam's face.
That shut her up. It was not a hard slap, but not a light one, either. It rocked her head and reddened her cheek.
For good measure, he slapped the other side of her face.
Pam started screaming for help.
Marla was ready. Screaming demands breath. Pam opened her mouth, filling her lungs with air, so she could really let loose.
While her mouth was open, but before she could yell, Marla stuffed the ball gag in Pam's mouth.
The design was simplicity itself. The ball gag consisted solely of a red rubber ball pierced through its heart by a thick leather strap which buckled shut like a belt.
Marla reached around to Pam's front and stuffed the ball between the girl's jaws, wedging it in.
Mr. Green held Pam's head in place while Marla gathered the straps at the back of the girl's head. Lifting Pam's wavy blonde hair off the back of her neck, shed buckled the gag shut, pulling it tight, so its leather straps pressed cuttingly into the corners of the girl's mouth.
Pam was now cuffed and gagged. Her cries of outrage were reduced to muffled muted garblings by the ball gag. Saliva sprayed from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Chuckling, Mr. Green crossed to the nearby table where a phone sat.
Marla went in front of Pam. Pam glared hatefully at Marla. The girl jerked her head resentfully when Marla reached for her hair.
Marla took hold of some strands of the girl's hair, sifting them through her fingers. When Pam jerked her head back, Marla caught hold of the hair, causing it to be pulled by the roots as Pam jerked her head back.
Pam moaned, wincing in pain.
"Careful," Marla smirked, "you'll do yourself an injury."
"That's our department," Mr. Green said, phone in hand.
Pam writhed. The chair creaked on its frame, but that's all it did, for it was a stout and solidly built chair. But Pam's squirmings threatened to overturn her chair, spilling her to the floor.
Facing Pam, Marla hiked up her skirt to the tops of her thighs. She had strong white legs, their contours accented by her high heeled ankle boots. She wore tight black panties.
She spread her legs, straddling the girl on the chair. For an instant, as she stood there with her skirt held up, her panty covered crotch was level with Pam's furious red face.
Then she sat down on top of Pam's thighs, pinning her to the chair, so that squirm as she might, she made no headway against Marla's weight.
The ball gag muffled Pam's outrage when Marla put her hands on the teen's tits. Pam was helpless to prevent Marla from feeling her up.
Sid Green said, "Getting a head start on the action, Marla?"
"This is a very precocious little cunt, Sid," Marla said. "She's quite well developed for her age."
"So I noticed."
"I'm sure you did."
Marla put her hands on Pam's tits and fondled them through the girl's shirt. She pulled up the shirt, rolling it to the top of Pam's tits, baring them.
"Ummm," Marla said, all but drooling. "How positively yummy!"
She fondled naked tit flesh, flicking her fingers over Pam's dark fat nipples. She pinched a nipple, rolling it in her oily fingers, tweaking it, stretching it, until it rose to full erection.
Sid Green punched out the numbers on the pushbutton phone, holding the receiver to his ear.
He said, "It's ringing now ... "
Somebody picked up the phone on the other end and said, "Hello?"
* * *
The bedroom was filled with the soft liquid sounds of a young female's sobbing.
Olivia said, "Take off your clothes, Kimmy."
The girl shuddered, launching into a fresh round of sobbing.
Olivia repeated the command. Calder Shockley said, "Obey your mother, girl, unless you want me to tear the clothes right off you."
The trio of mother, daughter, and stepfather were in the big bedroom on the second floor, the bedroom of Calder and Olivia. The adults had herded Kimmy out of the basement.
Olivia had set aside her submissive head to join her husband in dominating her daughter. Olivia was quite cross. She was irked that so sweetly intense a session had been called to a halt because of her peeping daughter. It was high time that Kimmy was taken in hand and properly trained.
Olivia's blood sang with simmering heat. There was a delicious soreness in her shoulders and wrists from bondage. Her nipples were stiff nodes of ultra-sensitivity. They were sore and throbbing from the clamping treatment inflicted earlier on them.
Her ass was no less sore. The cheeks sizzled, with intense twinges shooting through them at every move she made.
The heat in her ass seeped through to her cunt, which was awash with juices, and whose thick lips quivered with sensation.
She now wore a long sheer gauzy black robe which covered her from shoulders to the middle of her shins. The robe was held closed by a sash knotted at the waist. She was naked under fit.
The garment was sheer, silky, insubstantial. Yet its touch against her sorely sensitive bottom flesh sent heat flashing through it. The robe had a low, plunging V-neckline, baring the inner curves of her fat tits, whose stiff nipples jutted like pebbles against the cloth.
Calder wore slacks and was fleshily bare above the waist. He held his belt.
Fear conspired to crush Kimmy mentally and even physically. She stood with her shoulders hunched as if in expectation of a blow. Those shoulders shook from her sobbings. Her eyes were red and puffy with the tears she had already shed.
She stood with her knees touching and her thighs pressed so tightly together that they trembled from the tension. She hugged herself, shaking with soft sobbing. She had been roughed up and manhandled a bit, but as yet had not really been touched, except for the none too gentle handling which had brought her upstairs.
The shades were pulled down, the windows were closed to prevent cries escaping into the neighborhood night, and the bedroom door was closed and locked. The trio was alone in the house.
Dreadfully alone.
Her stepfather said, "Strip, you peeping little bitch."
Kimmy sobbed some more.
She didn't obey until Calder started toward her. Then she reacted, or overreacted. She cowered, throwing up her hands in front of her face, shrieking, "Don't hurt me!"
Her fear pleased Calder, excited him. He said with sly seeming gentleness, "You'll only make it worse on yourself if you don't do what you're told, Kimmy."
"I-I'll do what you want," Kimmy whimpered.
"You sure will," her mother said.
Olivia loomed over the girl, standing with her arms folded across her big bosom. Olivia liked this game. She was her husband's slave. It was high time she had slaves of her own. They all would defer to Calder as the supreme authority, but the others would also accept Olivia as the second in command.
Kimmy wiped her eyes. Her face was wet with tears. Her lips trembled, fighting to hold back the sobs which threatened to erupt in another outburst in any second.
The girl was hemmed in by a wall of adult flesh. Figuratively and literally, Kimmy had been backed into a corner by her folks.
Her shaking hands fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers trembled so much that she could scarcely get a grip on them.
Calder slapped her hands away. "I'll do that."
"Oh," Kimmy moaned.
Standing facing her, his fleshy hairy torso bared and sweating, Calder opened the mother of pearl buttons running down the front of her blouse. The backs of his hands brushed her tender titties.
The blouse was open, offering a glimpse of her small firm titties and the white bra cups which held them.
Calder told her, "Lift your arms."
When she did so, he pulled the blouse off her and cast it aside.
Slim Kimmy was on the borderline of girl and woman. Her body was long-limbed and lean, its lines superficially resembling a boy's body, except for the gently swelling mounds of her ripening titties, a softness rounding her lean hips, and the V-shaped delta of her pussy.
Her precious little pussy.
Her virgin pussy.
"The skirt, too," Calder said.
"Oh, please-"
"Do it."
Kimmy fumbled open the catch of her skirt, pulling down the little zipper at the hip.
The loosened skirt slipped down her legs, falling in a heap at her feet. Kimmy was now clad in bra, panties, white knee socks, shoes.
Utterly self-conscious, Kimmy crossed an arm across her titties, and draped a hand over her panty covered crotch.
Olivia demanded, "What are you doing, Kimmy? Why are you touching your cunt?"
"Mommy!"
Calder chimed in. "Yes, Kimmy, why are you playing with your little pussy?"
"I'm not!" Kimmy sobbed.
"Then get your hands at your sides, where they belong."
Kimmy obeyed.
"That's more like it," her stepfather said. "The law around here is that you don't touch yourself unless you're told to. Otherwise, you keep your hands off your pussy and your tits, and your sweet ass, too."
The girl sobbed.
"She's a horny little piece," Olivia muttered. "She can't get enough of it, can't keep her hands off it!"
"Takes after her mother," Calder chuckled. Olivia said, "She's long overdue for training. She needs it. SHE's too horny. That's why she diddles herself almost every night."
Kimmy sobbed some more.
"Thought I didn't know about that, hmmmm?" Olivia sneered. "I know all about your nasty habits, missy!"
"We'll give her some new ones," Calder said.
Olivia stood behind her daughter. Deftly she reached for the back of the girl's bra and unhooked it even before Kimmy knew what was happening.
Kimmy squealed.
Calder said, "Get that bra off!"
Olivia pulled it off the girl. Crying, Kimmy crossed her arms over her chest, covering her little budding bubbies.
Calder said, "There she goes again! Touching herself! Playing with herself!"
"No!" Kimmy said. "No, I'm not!"
Olivia marveled, "Do you believed the nerve of this little bitch? After being told not to play with herself, she goes ahead and does it right before our eyes!"
"She is an insolent little whelp," Calder said. "What she needs is a lesson in manners!"
"Yes!" Olivia droolingly seconded.
Kimmy screeched as her mother slammed a hard spank down on the girl's backside.
"Keep your hands down at your sides, cunt!"
Kimmy obeyed, baring her tender bosom. Her titties were plum-sized mounds of soft white flesh, tipped by pale pink button nipples the size of dimes.
"I don't know why you bother to cover them up," Olivia sneered. "Why, there's hardly anything to hide!"
"Mommy, Mommy, how can you be so cruel?"
Olivia slapped her face. "Don't you dare criticize your mother, you sneaking little peeper!"
Calder sat down on the edge of the big doubled bed, feet on the floor, meaty hams spread, the crotch of his trousers stuffed full and bulging, a sheen of sweat shining on his naked hairy torso.
He said, "Come here, Kimmy."
"W-why?"
Kimmy cowered as Olivia raised her hand menacingly, as if to deliver yet another slap.
"Don't, please!" she squalled.
"Then do as you're told and don't ask questions," Olivia said. She took hold of Kimmy's upper arm and pushed the girl forward.
Kimmy nearly entangled her feet in the skirt which had fallen there. Olivia kept her from tripping, though one of the girl's shoes came off. Kimmy halted to fetch it, but Olivia hustled her forward to the bed.
Kimmy now wore only a pair of white cotton panties, one shoe, and her white knee socks.
Olivia halted the girl when she stood facing her stepfather, within his reach. The mother stood behind her daughter, holding her squirming flesh in place.
Calder said, "Do you want to kick off the program, honey? After all, she is your daughter."
"Our daughter, dear," Olivia said. "No, you start. Your discipline gets quicker results. I'll join in later."
Calder questioned the girl. "Do you know what I'm going to do, you bad girl? I'm going to punish you. Do you know why?"
"Answer, girl," Olivia prompted, with a shove.
Kimmy whimpered, "N-no."
"Yes, you do. Because you were a bad little girl, Kimmy. A sneaking little spy. You wanted to discover secrets that were not for you. Well, they're for you now. You're going to learn a lot of lessons tonight, little girl."
Calder reached for her. "Now, get on my lap."
He and his wife put the girl across his knees. Kimmy sobbed while assuming the position.
She was put face down across his lap. Her panty covered crotch pressed his thick, quivering groin. His penis was not hard-yet.
Her light weight was supported on her stepfather's meaty thighs. Her toes and fingers grazed the floor. Her head hung down. Hair sifted over her face, obscuring her vision. Her flesh crawled.
Calder adjusted her position, pulling her closer to him. His crotch throbbed, pulsing from her movements. His left arm circled her waist, holding her down.
Olivia loomed over the twosome, her face alive with unholy excitement, her body seething with strange, perverted lusts.
When she willingly enslaved herself to this man Calder, she knew that someday this particular moment would come, the moment when she would have to prove her fidelity and faith by offering up the flesh of her flesh to serve the master.
In fact, she had been looking forward to it. Now, the moment was at hand-sooner than either of them had anticipated. But it was a heaven-sent opportunity which would not be in vain.
Calder said, "Take down your panties, girl."
"No, please!"
He mashed her buttocks with a broad palm. "You'll only make it worse on yourself if you don't obey."
Weeping, blinded by tears, Kimmy reached for her rear and took down her panties for punishment.
And other things-as she would learn soon enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam made a pretty picture of punishment. Her adult captors delighted in her delicious writhings. For her first time in the game, she was being subjected to some advanced bondage and discipline.
She was learning her lessons. Lessons in discipline, punishment, pain.
And pleasure.
Pleasure. That was the most bizarre development of all.
Yet not totally unexpected. Pam had previously discovered the link between punishment and pleasure.
Which was why she both dreaded and delighted in the disciplinary sessions she and her sister were subjected to at home at the hands-and the paddles and hair brushes and straps and whatnot-used by Calder Shockley and Olivia Fairbush Shockley during those same sessions.
Pam was no virgin, and no dummy, either. She knew that both her parents, stepfather and mother, got turned on by stripping and spanking her and her sister.
Many times Calder had gotten a hardon from spanking her. From spanking Kimmy, too. Pam knew. She had felt the thing.
She recalled one time during an especially hot session of bottom beating. This was one time when her misdeeds had earned her a spanking on the spot, instead of having it postponed for Friday night. And she was punished alone, not with Kimmy.
It was late at night, not so very far from dawn. Pam had stayed out too late on a hot date and had not come home until well after her curfew.
Her parents were waiting up for her. They were dressed for bed, in their night clothes. Calder was in his pajamas, and Olivia wore a robe and night-gown.
They gave Pam hell for coming home so late. They took her into the den and closed and locked the door.
Calder did the honors. He sat on the sofa with his knees outspread. Only one button held his fly closed, and when his thighs were parted, she could see right into his pajamas. She could see his big hairy balls and his fat thick cock.
He saw where she was looking, and didn't bother to close his legs. She didn't bothered to stop looking, even as she willingly shucked off her clothes without being told.
She took off her blouse, then her bra. Calder and Olivia exchanged glances, thickly conspiratorial and approving. Calder actually rubbed his palms together in anticipation.
Pam was very conscious of her body. She had just had a night of hot sex, but the sex had not been hot enough. Not nearly enough.
She had been fucked by one of her high school studs. It was good and hot and dirty, but he had not made her come. He had come, not once but twice. He had not come at all
She was really looking forward to her spanking.
Her tits popped free from her bra. Her nipples were already hard. It was good to free them from the too tight bra which had pressed them in taut confinement.
Pam cupped her tits, squeezed them, stifling a moan.
"Such a naughty girl," Olivia breathed. Her nipples were hard, too, jutting liked dark brown cherries against the soft cups of lacy fabric holding her big fat tits.
As Pam passed her on the way to her stepfather, Olivia flicked her fingertip against one of Pam's tiff nipples.
Presenting herself to her stepfather, facing him, her tits bared, Pam took down her jeans, slowly and sensually, in a seductive strip tease.
Her jeans fell to her knees. She wore white cotton panties, bikini style. Their crotch was still damp with moisture.
When Pam reached for the panties, her stepfather said, "Stop."
She halted, puzzled.
"I'll take them down myself," he leered.
Pam put her hands at her sides. Usual practice was for her panties to bed pulled down once she was over a lap, thus theoretically protecting her modesty, although once the panties were down, spanking's hot fury caused her to be quite careless about showing herself, showing her pussy.
This time, Calder reached out and pulled her panties down in front, baring her round belly, ridged lower abdomen, thick curly brown bush, and her dusky cunt lips, moisture glimmering within them.
Her rolled panties joined her jeans down at her knees. Above them, she was nude.
Willingly, eagerly, she rapped herself over his lap, positioning her crotch right smack over his.
His cock got hard. It pressed against her, a fiery pillar of flesh. Presently the fire spread through her bottom as she was spanked.
Pam really got into it, expressing all the frustrated desire which had built in her from not yet orgasming.
She threw herself into the spanking with shameless abandon. She wept like a child. She squirmed on his lap, rubbing quite deliberately against his cock, fretting it, heating it.
Just as her stepfather's spanking got to her, her writhings got to him. And to her mother, too.
Olivia loomed over the scene. Her hand was stuffed inside a breast cup, tweaking and worrying a stiff nipple, while at the same time she pressed her thighs closed on her cunt, squeezing it.
Calder was highly stimulated he more and harder he spanked Pam, the more she writhed on his cock, rubbing it. The more his cock was rubbed, the more stimulated he got. And the more stimulated he got, the harder he spanked her, thus completing the cycle of carnality.
Of course, it had to stop somewhere and it did.
When Calder came.
Pam's body rocked with the bottom smacks he slammed down. Suddenly he held her bare red bottom and mashed her hips down on his cock, grinding up against them at the same time.
He grunted as he came, then gurgled. His cock leaped under her, spurting sticky wetness with each throb.
Red-faced, sighing he slumped back on the couch, sucking air as he panted out of breath.
His wife said, "I'll take over from here."
Olivia sat down beside him. She shucked off her robe and pulled her nightgown over her face, baring wide white hips and a thick brown bush and fat dusky cunt lips.
Pam didn't know what was going to happen next. Whatever it was, she knew she would do it.
And if her head was pushed between her mother's thighs and she was forced to go down on her-why, she would do it.
To her disappointment, she didn't have to. The adults were not yet psychologically prepared to take the big step of training her like that.
Olivia closed her thick white thighs, hiding her cunt. Patting her shiny thighs, she said, "Come here, Pam."
Moaning, Pam climbed off her stepfather's lap. There was some sticky wetness where Calder's come had oozed through his pajama pants to leak on her.
Her own cunt was dripping.
Olivia's arms reached for Pam, pulling her down on her lap. Pam tingled from the silken sensation of her bare flesh sliding over her mother's.
Pam was put back in position, her smarting red rear turned up on Olivia's lap. She started crying as her mother spanked her.
But this was a different kind of spanking, slow and gentle. It really got under Pam's skin. Dry-mouthed, she squirmed and wept, arching her back to push her bottom into the path of her mother's descending palm.
Pam pushed her knees apart, spreading her shapely thighs and exposing her cunt.
Olivia leaned forward. One of her stiff-nippled tits flopped free from its lacy cup, to dangle over Pam.
Olivia's smacks turned into caresses. Currents of pain and pleasure shot through Pam's buttocks as Olivia openly fondled them.
Olivia spread her fingers across Pam's swollen red bottom cheeks. She slid that hand down the crack of the ass to Pam's quivering cunt.
It felt so good to have her cunt touched that Pam could have cried out from the sweetness of it. It felt so good that it hurt. She would have cried out, but she feared that any outburst would shattered the mood and end the moment. So she was quiet, except for a gasp
Olivia slid her middle finger down Pam's cunt, stroking it. Pam rubbed against the hand. Olivia put her middle finger between the cunt lips. Juices rose up from the slit.
Olivia worked her finger between the cunt lips, greasing it with the thick juices. Pam nearly squirmed off her lap when the finger pressed her clitoris.
Rubbing her daughter's cunt and clit with the middle finger of her left hand, she put her right hand into play, spanking Pam some more.
The combination of being spanked and masturbated swiftly sent Pam soaring to a sizzling climax.
She sobbed happily as she came on her mother's lap.
Later, the deed done, there was a tacit, unvoiced conspiracy not to speak of what had just happened.
Olivia patted Pam's hot bottom, then pulled her panties back up, covering her spanked ass and after glowing cunt in her panties.
Moaning, wet-eyed, Pam got dressed, groaning when she crammed her hot swollen buttocks into a pair of tight denims. She put on her shirt and stuffed her bra in her pocket.
Then, as sweetly and sincerely as she could, she apologized for coming in late and thanked her parents for taking the time and trouble to discipline her so very thoroughly.
Olivia was too uncaring to bother tucking her rosy-nippled tit back in her gown. She said, "Kiss Mommy and Daddy goodnight, dear."
She leaned over her stepfather, who reached up a hand, putting it on the back of her neck to pull her head down.
His face swam up in front of hers. It was hot, red. She closed her eyes. He kissed her on the lips.
His tongue pressed at her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered, but her eyes stayed closed.
Not so her mouth, which she opened to his intruding tongue. He gave her a long kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, her saliva.
While kissing her, he fondled her tits through her shirt. The nipples were still stiff. He tweaked them.
Then his kiss was done, and it was her mother's turn. Her mother, whose cunning fingers had made Pam come.
Pam kept her eyes respectfully downcast. Her gaze fell on Olivia's bare tit.
"Give your mother a loving kiss." Olivia cupped her tit and lifted it up, offering it.
Pam kissed the nipple. She wanted to suck it, too, but she was afraid to go too far.
Olivia said, "Now, run along to bed."
She and her husband stayed down in the den. Even with the door closed, Pam could hear them up in her own room on the second floor as she lay in her sleepless bed, tossing and turning, imagination and flesh inflamed by the animal sounds of hot rutting sex which rose from the distant den.
Yes, Pam well knew the connection between discipline and desire, between pain and pleasure, between captivity and carnality.
* * *
Now, she was learning a more extensive lesson, a lesson in the same subject, but with a different set of tutors.
Her lessons had gone much farther than her parents had taken her. Much farther!
Strangest of all, it was all being done with the express permission and hearty consent of Pam's parents!
How?
Pure chance had set the wheels rolling. It was nothing more than a lucky fluke that adulterous Mr. Green and Marla had gone to lover's lane.
They had done it for kicks, on the theory that parking like a pair of kids on a hot date was so basic as to refreshing-especially when contrasted with the normally abnormal diet of kinky sex thrills they both craved.
It was chance, fate, which had caused Sid Green to turn his car into one unknown parking spot rather than another, merely a whim.
But the whim which had brought them in contact with that particular spot had paid off handsomely.
The jaded adults were excited to surprise a young couple in the act, but that surprised delight turned to cunning calculation when they recognized Pam as the girl involved.
Sid and Marla were skilled coconspirators, and it took but a few sentences for them to hatch out a plan.
Their secret weapon was knowledge-the knowledge of the strange sex practices of Calder and Olivia Shockley.
Knowledge gained via firsthand experience, for Marla and Sid had savored steamy kinky sessions with the Shockley's, not once, but often.
The Shockley's spoke often of their intention to train both girls, train them just as Sid had done with his own daughter, Rachel.
The game was easy enough. Marla and Sid pretended anger and indignation at having nabbed the daughter of a friend and neighbor being fucked.
They put a scare into Bobby, so that he thought himself extremely lucky to escaped being turned over to the police for having relations with a girl under the legal aged of consent.
Bobby had possibilities, too. Marla had taken a good look at his handsome face and physique, at his succulent buns and the fine fat tool he had frenziedly pulled out of Pam when the headlights hit them.
Of course, that fine hard cock began to wilt almost immediately in the fear of being discovered, so that by the time he yanked his pants up, his cock was soft. But even then it was thick, long, appetizing.
Marla made sure that she got the young man's name and number. He would make a marvelous acquisition to her stabled of submissives. All her sensitive nerve endings tingled as she anticipated personally training Bobby-and soon.
But first, Pam.
When he called the Shockley's on the phone, it was not to inform them of their daughter's sex life, but rather, to make a deal.
A decadent deal, of the sort which only jaded, kinky hedonists could make.
His first call went unanswered.
Unknown to Sid, at first, that was the call whose ringing phone had caused Calder Shockley to catch Kimmy in the act of peeping.
The phone had gone unanswered in the uproar occasioned by that discovery.
Sid drove them all to Marla's house, on the pretense that he would make the call from there. Really, he took them there because Marla lived alone. Plus, she had gear for training, lots of it.
On the way over, Pam had made her breathless offer to do "anything-anything at all!" if only they would not tell on her. This all-embracing offer told her that Pam was just the girl they needed.
Once safely inside the house, Pam was cuffed and gagged, by her captors' prearranged plan.
Again, Sid Green called the Shockley's on the phone. It happened that his call came during a lull in the action at the Shockley household.
Calder came to the phone, breathing hard. Of course, Sid had no idea of what was going down at the other end of the line.
Briefly, Sid filled Calder in on the events of the evening, and on his plans for Pam, pending Calder's parental approval, that is.
The dominant males spoke with the frankness and candor of brother debauchees, who had enjoyed each other's wives, among other things.
This unexpected development fit in perfectly with Calder's plans. With Pam out of the house and under control, he and Olivia could work up a really intensive, marathon training session for Kimmy.
Kimmy would bed broken in right and properly.
But it was in the nature of the man to drive a hard bargain. Indeed, Sid would expect him to do no less.
Calder said, "I might consider your proposition, Sid, but only in a fair exchange."
Sid said, "Such as?"
Calder lowered his voice, wanting nothing of this plan to be overheard by Kimmy, who stood not far away.
He said, "The wife and I have been aching to get our hands on your sweet little Rachel."
"One for one, hmmm? I don't blame you! Rachel's such a sweet little piece, and so very well trained. Of course, she could always use more training."
"Is it a deal?"
"Done," Calder said.
And so the bargain was struck. The phone conversation was broken off, each dominant male going off to the scene in his province.
Once the green light was given, Pam was properly prepared for the night ahead. She now writhed under the confines of that preparation.
The threesome was still in the dimly lit den. Pam was being subjected to the bondage of tight corseting, among other bedevilments.
Sid had stripped down to his under shorts. Marla wore only her black panties.
Compared to the two of them, Pam was positively overdressed.
She was corseted. The corset was made of pink satin with white laces. She had been stripped naked, cuffed, gagged. Sid and Marla were big strong adults and could easily handle her. And once she was gagged and in restraint, all they had to do was position her to their liking, to their tastes.
Pam had never been put in a corset. This little number was not one of Marla's corsets, though the brunette had many. Marla's corsets would have been too roomy on Pam, for the older woman was big-boned, buxom.
No, Marla kept this pink and white corset on hand for one of her slaves, a college sophomore, slim and shy and a secret transvestite.
It was very tight on Pam even before it was laced. It cinched her from the top of her rib cage to her waist. It was made of pink satin with white lace and trimmings. Four fat frilly white garters dangled down from it, though they were not attached to stockings, since Pam was left barelegged.
Bare-assed, too.
The corset was ribbed and boned and laced up the back. Marla all but put her knee into the small of Pam's back to pull the laces as tight as possible.
Pam felt as if she was being squeezed in a vise.
Her shapely form was fashioned into opulent extravagance by the corset. Her already small middle was constricted to a wasp waist, while her tits and ass were swelled outward to overripe abundance.
The corset banded her ribs. She could hardly breathe. She was lightheaded, dizzy, vulnerable, voluptuous.
And not done with yet.
A spreader bar restrained her from closing her thighs. The device consisted of a three foot long metal rod which sported attached leather cuffs at both ends.
The cuffs were locked around Pam's taut trembling thighs, banding them in black leather above the knees.
The bar between them kept her knees spread a yard apart, with no means of closing her thighs or protecting her naked cunt.
Her adult captors took full advantage of her condition.
She had been spanked by both adults at once, with Marla beating one cheek and Sid smacking the other.
The paddling following the spanking really put Pam in the properly obedient frame of mind.
Ready for use and abuse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marla's den shimmered with sound. There was hard breathing, gurgling, moaning. Underlying all these sounds was the steady drone of a buzzing hum.
Sid Green sat in an armchair, clad only in a pair of garish yellow silk shorts. His hairy bearish body was thick, sweaty.
His gut slopped rolls of blubber over the waistband of the shorts. He was powerfully built. Rising under his belly was the fat hard rod of his stiff cock. It jutted upward, tenting the crotch of the silk boxer style shorts, its fat knobbed head outlined against the taut fabric.
Marla was no less undressed, clad only in a pair of tight black satin panties with lace trimmings.
Marla had big breasts, a torso curved like an hourglass, wide hips, thick strong thighs, and a ripely rounded ass.
Pam crouched on the floor between seated Sid and kneeling Marla.
She was on her knees, with her upper body pressing the plushly carpeted floor and her head turned to the side.
Her hands were cuffed behind her. Her ass was the most elevated part of her anatomy. The spreader bar was a thick horizontal rod between her widely parted thighs, sweaty thighs which it prevented from closing.
Pam was mussed up. Her face was dripping with sweat and saliva. The saliva leaked out of the stretched corners of her mouth, bubbling out around the ball gag jammed between her jaws. Saliva's wetness dampened the carpet under her gagged mouth.
Her ass was red and swollen. It was tomato red, and swollen far past its normal size as a result of the spankings and paddlings she had already suffered.
Sid pressed the bottom of one bare foot on the back of Pam's neck, pinning her down to the floor.
Pam needed to be held. What Marla was doing was driving her wild.
The hard breathing came from Sid and Marla, while the gurgling gasps escaped from Pam's gagged mouth.
The humming came from the vibrator in Marla's hand.
It was a black bullet-shaped vibrator, made of sleek plastic, streamlined, eight inches long, with an arched head and thick shaft. Its on-off switch was located at the underside of its base.
It was on now.
Marla rested her free hand on Pam's hot red ass. Punished bottom flesh seethed against her palm, the buttocks tightening from Pam's sex frenzy.
Below the spanked red moons of her butt quivered the butterfly lips of her seething cunt.
Marla's vibrator sent Pam rushing to new heights of arousal.
Pam was getting too close to coming. Marla moved the vibrator away from Pam's cunt, and massaged it against the smooth backs and insides of the girl's quivering thighs.
Pam wanted it. Her hips rocked, gyrating in a futile effort to press her cunt against the vibrator.
When the girl cooled off to the point where there was no worry of a sudden orgasm, Marla put her to the vibrator once more.
Pam's rising moans mixed with the buzzing of the vibrator as its head, slick with her juices, glided over her cunt lips.
Pam pushed her crotch back as far as she could manage, but Marla saw it coming and correspondingly adjusted her handling to keep the vibrator head just barely grazing the girl's tender flesh.
Cunt lips rippled under the rolling black plastic head of the vibrator. Fresh juices were squeezed out of her slit, smearing on the instrument.
Pam was very close to coming.
Marla took the vibrator away.
Pam sobbed with sexual frustration. Her gagged groanings had taken on a note of hysterical wanting.
Marla and Sid exchanged glances, signaling silently.
Marla switched off the vibrator.
Sid took his foot off the back of Pam's neck. He hooked his hand under her bound arms and raised her to her knees.
Marla took off the girl's gag. Stamped deep into the red rubber ball were Pam's tooth marks. In her frenzy, the girl had nearly bitten the ball in two.
Marla held the ball gag at arm's length, to keep the saliva coating it from spilling on her.
Pam moaned. Her jaws ached from having been gagged for so long. Her tongue was heavy, stiff. It took her a few times of trying before she could speak.
"Please, don't leave me like this!" Pam cried.
Marla said, "Aw, poor baby, what's the matter? Did you get too hot?"
"Please, finish me off!"
"You'll have to be more specific than that. What is it you want us to do, dearie?"
"Make-make me come! Please!"
"You'll have to earn it," Sid told her.
"Yes! Yes! What-what do you want me to do?"
Sid stood up, his hardon bulging in his yellow silk shorts. He squeezed his cock head.
He said, "Well, now that you mention it, I have a big fat cock that needs some attention! Now, if you take care of it, why, then we might be able to take care of you."
Marla said, "Ummm ... just think of that yummy cock, fucking your pretty face!"
"I'll do it," Pam said.
Sid said, "Of course you'll do it, bitch. There was never any doubt of that."
Sid pulled down his shorts. His stiff cock flopped in front of Pam's face.
He had a fat thick circumcised cock, a slab of red, pulsing meat. He was hairy. Hairiest of all his anatomy was the thicket of his pubic bush, but body hair covered his belly, shoulders, arms, back.
A male animal ... in rut.
He pushed his cock against Pam's face. He rubbed it. Pam closed her eyes.
He said, "Kiss my cock."
Pam opened her eyes. He held his cock head pressed to her quivering lips.
Pam kissed his cock with a hot sucking kiss. Sid moaned, pushing his penis more demandingly against her mouth.
He said, "Open up, doll."
She opened her mouth wide, her pink tongue quivering. Sid put a hand on top of her head, holding it in place.
Pam couldn't see Marla behind her, but she heard the click of the vibrator switch as she threw it on, followed by the droning hum of the instrument.
"Do as you're told, and you'll be well taken care of," Marla said.
"I'll take care of her," Sid said.
He fitted his cock head between her lips. Pam had to open wider to take his cock in her mouth.
Sid sighed, "Ahhhhhhhh ... "
He pushed his penis forward, sliding his cock over her lips and tongue, filling her mouth. His cock pressed down her tongue. Its pulsing head tickled the back of her throat.
"Suck it," Sid said. "Ah, suck it, you little tart!"
Sid wound her hair around his hand. He held her head in place. He stood hunched forward, hairy thighs tautly flexed, trembling. He worked his hips, pumping his cock back and forth in her mouth.
Marla massaged the vibrator along Pam's thighs, over her hips. Redness spread on her hips, the product of her earlier discipline.
Pam moaned when the vibrator's humming head pressed her hot bottom and dimpled it. Marla massaged the fat black plastic buzzing bullet over the ass cheeks.
Pam sucked harder. Sid pumped his prick more forcefully, forcing saliva out the sides of her stretched mouth.
Marla rubbed the wave of the wand up and down the insides of Pam's thighs, teasing, rising ever closer to the target of her most tender anatomy.
The vibrator hummed over Pam's cunt lips, just grazing them.
Pam rocked her hips, trying to grind her cunt hard against the vibrator.
Now the vibrator moved to a different zone. Marla put her freehand on Pam's hot ass, splaying her fingers over the buttocks on either side of the ass crack.
Red flesh whitened from the pressure of the fingers as Marla forced the bottom cheeks apart, exposing the little puckered anus nestled deep in the bottom cleft.
Pam's little dimpled asshole winked convulsively.
Marla put the vibrator head between the buttocks. She swirled humming circles around the anus, then pressed down on it.
Each stroke made Sid's cock get redder and hotter. Pam's chin was wet with drool. She had channeled all her energies and sexual frustration into her mouth and the cock which fucked it.
Sid's groans signaled that his orgasm was not too far off.
Marla switched off the vibrator. It ceased to vibrate. However, the long shaft of streamlined black plastic still was a most arousing tool.
Marla rubbed it against Pam's cunt. It was oiled and slippery. She used the head to wedge open the cunt lips, exposing the bright inner pink, then she forced the unyielding black shaft up Pam's cunt.
If the vibrator had still been activated, inserting it in Pam would surely have triggered Pam's climax. And Marla didn't want that to happen-not yet.
Marla put most of the vibrator into Pam. The girl was tight.
Sid gasped, "I'm gonna come!"
He shoved his cock deep in Pam's mouth and throat, its head filling her gullet.
Marla watched him very carefully. One of her hands held Pam's hip, while the other clutched that part of the black vibrator which protruded out of her cunt, her thumb resting lightly on the off-on switch.
Sid orgasmed. Marla knew him well enough to know that.
Tightening her hold on Pam, she switched on the vibrator which was already stuffed deep in the teen's slitted snatch.
Pam felt as if a wasp's nest buzzed furiously between her legs. The sensation of Sid's cock coming in her mouth was all but erased by that infinitely more intense sensation.
The cock bucked in her mouth, spurting semen with each spasm.
Pam opened her throat and the come came pouring down it. Her own screeches were muffled by the cock filling her mouth like a gag of flesh.
Quickly, Marla switched off the vibrator. She didn't want Pam to be too devastated, not yet.
Sid dumped his load. It coated Pam's flexing gullet, slowly trickling down to her tummy.
Sid kept his cock in her mouth long after stopped coming. He and Marla supported Pam, preventing her from flopping head-first to the floor.
Groaning, Sid finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. Saliva coated the red fleshy root, greasing it as it slid out of her mouth.
Her lips bowed outward with a liquid pop as the cock head came free from her, spilling a strand of come down her chin.
Sid flopped back in his armchair, groaning heavily, his cock still stiff. It twitched with post-orgasmic twinges.
Pam's tongue was coated with come. Its aroma filled her mouth and rose into her nostrils.
Marla got up. "Now, it's my turn."
Sid clutched his cock, squeezing it. A fat drop of come oozed from its tip and clung like a liquid pearl.
Sid and Marla changed places. Sid got up out of the chair, his shorts slipping down to his feet. He stepped out of them, kicking them away.
Marla positioned herself in front of the armchair, hooking her thumbs into the top of her panties and peeling them down.
She had a thick black bush in the midst of her wide white hips. Marla's skin was very fair and pale. Like ivory, it was. Her white skin served as a backdrop to accent her dark brown nipples, inky black bush, thick dark cunt lips.
Panties down at her ankles, Marla sat down, pressing her round white rear into the plush seat cushion. Her tits flopped as she heaved herself forward, so her crotch was perched at the edge of the chair.
She spread her knees, parting white thighs, exposing her cunt. She put one hand on Pam's smooth shoulder, put her other hand on her own cunt.
Pam glanced between Marla's legs, gaze fastened on the cunt and the hand which fondled it.
Marla fingered herself, juices squelching as she stroked her silky cunt lips.
She said, "Guess what you're going to dine on now." It was not a question.
Sid had gone around behind Pam. He knelt behind her, squeezing his semi-stiff cock.
He withdrew the vibrator from inside her. It made wet sounds when pulled free from her cunt. He held it under his nose, inhaling the scent of her juices.
He put his hand between her thighs, wedged wide apart by the spreader bar. He fondled her cunt, thick square-tipped fingers pressing, sliding, and stroking velvety cunt lips coated with sticky juices. His cock leaped in response.
Marla put her hand on the back of Pam's neck, pulling the girl's head down between her legs.
Pam gasped as her face was pushed into Marla's hot cunt. Her lips squashed Marla's fully fleshed cunt lips, spreading them to the sides, exposing steaming, juicy inner pink membranes.
"Kiss my cunt," Marla commanded.
Pam complied. Juices, thickly aromatic, smeared her mouth. She pressed kisses on the quivering cunt.
Sid finger-fucked Pam. He held two fingers together, wedged open her cunt lips, entered, and deeply penetrated her with the digits. His other hand felt up her hot ass.
Marla said, "Lick me."
Pam stuck out her tongue and applied it to Marla's cunt lips. Fleshy cunt lips rippled under the massage of the gliding tongue. Sighing her pleasure, Marla pushed her crotch more forcefully against Pam's face.
Sid took his fingers out of Pam. Juices coated them. Her wet hot cunt glimmered brightly.
Sid placed his knees between her limbs parted by the spreader bar. He wrapped big hands on her rounded hips, pulling Pam's hindquarters back to him.
Pam moaned as her sore sensitive ass was fondled. Sid draped his thick cock in the crack of her ass. It was a moot question as to which was redder and hotter, his cock, or her ass.
He took hold of her ass cheeks, pushing them together, mashing them against his cock. It was a kick, to wrap his red rod with smooth steaming bottom flesh.
The treatment restored full vigor and stiffness to a cock which had already come once this night. But once was not enough.
He lurched his hips forward and backward, massaging his cock against her satiny scarlet bottom flesh.
Marla moaned, "Lick inside me."
Her moans increased as Pam sank her tongue into the older woman's seething slit. Marla's cunt was awash with simmering juices.
Pam's tongue crept into the hot hole like a snake, clutched by slippery membranes which oozed juices to replace those already licked and lapped by Pam.
Marla sat at the edge of the chair, hunched forward, hands holding Pam's head between her thighs, her heavy stiff-nippled tits dangling down, brushing their dark throbbing tips against the top of Pam's head.
Sid made his move. He fisted his stiff cock so its fat knobbed head jutted from the top of his hand.
He moved into Pam. One hand held her squirming hips in place, the other hand guided the cock to her cunt.
Pam's parted lips were pressed to Marla's parted cunt lips, while her lapping tongue thrust deep into Marla's juicy, spicy core.
Sid's cock head wedged apart Pam's cunt lips, entering her, stretching her, profoundly filling her.
Pam vented a deep groaning gasp as the cock was crammed deep into her cunt.
Then it was Sid's turn to gasp, and gasp he did, at the intense pleasure of having his craving cock engulfed in Pam's hot, tight, silky teen snatch.
Sid inched forward, cramming his cock deeper, rubbing the base of it against her cunt lips.
He took hold of her hips and fucked her.
Marla lifted Pam's head. The girl's tongue slid out of her steamy cunt. Her juices and the girl's own saliva smeared Pam's flushed face.
Marla demanded, "Lick my clit!"
She pushed Pam's face back against her crotch.
Her clitoris was a dark pink marble of engorged flesh, basking in natural oils, throbbing like a little beating heart.
Its throbbings rose to new heights under the touch of Pam's flickering tongue.
While Pam went down on Marla, Sid fucked Pam. He slapped his heavy hands down on her hot red buttocks.
Pam's stifled cries rippled through Marla's seething cunt, adding its stimulation to her seething flesh.
He sank strong fingers into her ass cheeks, sore red bottom flesh welling up between his clutching fingers.
Taking tight hold of her sizzling ass, he pounded her with his prick, plying her with hard, deep strokes.
Marla braced her bare feet on the floor as she shoved her hips violently back and forth, grinding her cunt against Pam's mouth, closing in on her own orgasm.
Her ivory thighs were slick with sweat, but not so slick that they could not tightly clutch Pam's head to hold it in place as orgasm came nearer and nearer.
Pam was a candle being burned at both ends, with her cunt being forcefully fucked, and her mouth being no less forcefully pressed into Marla's oral service.
Sid came.
He plunged his cock deep into Pam's cunt, and came. His rod was tightly wrapped by her silky sex. She was quite tight, tight in the cunt as only a young female who has never given birth can be
Sid came and came, spewing torrents of semen into Pam.
His come filled her to the brim, and beyond, for it oozed past her cunt lips to spatter the carpet.
Pam could not stop to savor the sensation, not when Marla was so close to her own climax courtesy of Pam's limber tongue.
And Marla was close. Strain carved deep lines in her intent face. Her face was pale, except for bright hot dots of red color in her cheeks. Her yellow eyes were heavy-lidded, glinting.
She came.
The explosion welled up from deep in her core. Her cunt quivered, membranes heaving and contracting.
She pressed Pam's face hard into her cunt, holding it too forcefully for Pam to keep applying the tongue. Which was just as well, since Marla's climax was so intense, her cunt so sensitized by orgasm, that even a feather-light touch on it would have been too much.
Marla closed her thighs, squeezing Pam's head between them. Pam could not breathe for some seconds.
Marla's cunt quivered against her face, Sid's cock throbbed and jerked inside her, pulsing with orgasmic aftershocks.
Then Marla's climax peaked and she shuddered with release and relief.
Her head tilted back, cording her neck. Her eyes were slits, their thick lashes fluttering. Breath hissed out from between clenched teeth.
Marla's thighs opened, freeing Pam's head from their tight grip.
Pam awaited her next command.
She would obey.
CHAPTER NINE
No less than her older sister, Pam, little Kimmy was learning lessons of her own. These lessons were more profound, since Kimmy had so much more to learn.
After all, Kimmy was a virgin, which Pam had not been for quite some time.
She was virgin-but not for long!
That was obvious even to an innocent like Kimmy, merely judging by what her stepfather and her mother were doing to her now.
Calder and Olivia were busy grazing Kimmy's sweet little titties, and groping her fine sleek form.
Kimmy was naked, gagged, and bound spread-eagled to her parents' big bed.
The bed was rigged in advance for such activities, since Calder and wife liked to play such games.
Sets of chains with cuffs were fastened to each of the bed's four corners. Additional eye bolts and flanges were fastened to the bed's stout frame for more intricate bondage. Since the bedroom had been declared strictly off limits for their daughters, and since it was left locked from the outside when not in use, the adults had been able to customize the bedroom to their liking.
Of course, the bedroom, and bed, was no longer off limits for Kimmy.
Indeed, in times to come, she would be spending a great deal of her hours here.
Kimmy lay on her back. Circling each wrist and limb were the black leather cuffs at the ends of the four chains. Kimmy was in restraint with her long thin coltish limbs spread wide, so she could not close them.
She was gagged. Earlier, her mother had fingered herself through her panties, until the juices ran and soaked into the panty crotch. Then she pulled off her panties, deeply inhaling the musky perfume of her juices coating the panty crotch.
The panties were turned inside out, so the damp crotch faced outward, then the filmy flimsy garments were wadded into a ball.
While Calder pinched Kimmy's nostrils closed, Olivia wedged the stained panties into her daughter's mouth.
An old stocking, too shot through with runs to be worn, was pressed into serviced to keep the panty gag wedged in Kimmy's mouth.
Not that they didn't like to hear the girl's cries and pleas-they did. But they had reached a point in the proceedings where her mouth would not be used, and it would improve their concentration if they did not have to bed bothered by her tearful pleadings
Time enough in the future to listen to such sobbings.
Kimmy still wept. Her little titties jiggled from her crying, which was muffled by the gag.
She was naked, and so were they. They all were on the big bed. Calder knelt on one side of her, while her mother occupied the same position on the other side.
Their fleshy forms made the girl look like a member of a different species compared to them. Indeed, Calder and Olivia were a different species than Kimmy. They were adults, while she was of the young.
They felt her up.
Two pairs of hands coursed over her flesh. Calder's hands were big, thick fingered, with rough palms. Olivia's hands were soft, plump and smooth.
That quartet of hands fondled and caressed Kimmy, sliding over her long slim legs, her taut tummy, her smooth arms.
Probing fingers felt the contours of her face, which was pale and sticky with tears.
The touchings became more directly sexual, focusing on the key zones of the girl's titties and pussy.
Her titties were squeezed, cupped, palpitated. Her small nipples were pulled and prodded and tweaked into stiffness.
Hands reached for her little tufted pussy. Kimmy was slim, and her hipbones jutted sharply. Below her navel, her lower abdomen rose in a gentle bump, her pubic mound. Her bush was small and tufted, made of fleecy brown hair. Her slit was narrow and thinly lipped by pale pink petaled labia.
Calder and Olivia lowered their heads to Kimmy's tender bosom, each mouth fastening on a titty.
Kimmy shut her eyes. Bad as this was, it was worse when she had to see their lustful faces looking like a pair of famished wolves.
They must have been famished, the way they set on her titties, nuzzling them, kissing, licking.
Olivia squeezed Kimmy's titty, making its stiff nipple protrude. She sawed it with the edge of her tongue.
Calder nibbled the other nipple, trapping it between his lips. He sucked it, while rubbing it with his tongue.
Olivia licked her red lips, then stuffed Kimmy's nipple between them.
While he sucked Kimmy's little tit, Calder's hand crept down her flat belly to her pubis.
Kimmy moaned when he touched her down there. She shook her hips in a vain attempt to elude his grasp, an exercise in futility, since her spread bondage assured that she could resist none of their demanding desires-none.
His hand covered Kimmy's crotch. His thick fingers rubbed her thin pussy lips. He rubbed her a lot.
He put his middle finger lengthwise in her slit, wedging open the lips, nestling the finger in bright pink membranes.
Her clitoris was a pink little pearl of flesh. It throbbed mightily as Calder worried it, rubbed it.
Those rubbings got to Kimmy. Her pussy moistened.
Olivia came up for air, with Kimmy's pink nipple popping out of her lips.
Calder said, "Lick her little pussy."
"That's just what I was going to do," Olivia said.
On hands and knees she crawled over the bed, fat tits and meaty haunches jiggling as she moved over Kimmy's bound body.
Olivia knelt between Kimmy's spread legs, facing her.
Kimmy lifted her head, straining to see what would happen next, her eyes wild.
"Um, such a pretty little piece," Olivia cooed. "Such a pretty little pussy!"
Olivia's pink legs were folded under her, her broad bottom perched on the rounded backs of her heels. She leaned forward, pressing her meaty tits against the tops of her thighs, lowering her head to Kimmy's sex.
Olivia put her hands on either side of the thin lipped slit, framing it. The touch of her hot breath made Kimmy squirm.
"Easy," Calder chuckled, plying the girl's satiny flesh with long slow sliding strokes. "Easy, nobody's going to hurt you sweetie."
Olivia said, "Mommy's going to go down on her pretty daughter's little pussy and make her feel better than she ever has before! Oh, you're so sweet that I could just kiss you!"
She did-between the legs.
The oral-genital contact was electrifying. Her plight had already put Kimmy in a state of hyper-sensitivity. She could not believe the sensation of having her pussy kissed.
Olivia grazed Kimmy's pussy, massaging it with her warm pliant lips.
Chains rattled and leather cuffs creaked as Kimmy writhed in her restraints.
Kimmy smelled fresh, sweet. Olivia dipped her tongue tip into the slit between die lips, and licked, making the girl's juices flow.
Olivia's tongue wallowed in Kimmy's succulent sex. Her parted lips pressed Kimmy's pussy lips. She worked her fat tongue deep into the girl's spicy-sweet core.
If not in bondage, Kimmy would have writhed off the bed from what that tongue was doing to her.
Her stepfather's hot devouring mouth pressed close to her ear, murmuring, "Doesn't that feel good? Um, yes, so good!"
He stuck his tongue in her ear. It was unsettling, but nothing compared to what her mother's tongue was doing to her.
Kimmy was fast losing control. The four chains securing her skinny limbs now became anchors holding her down to the real world, such as it was.
Juices smeared Olivia's face. Her mouth was glued to her daughter's sex, while her dark eyes stared up past the tufted pubic mound, across the taut tummy, and up to the little plum-sized titties, titties being licked and sucked and fondled by her husband.
Kimmy moved. She tried to tell herself that it was to throw her mother's mouth off her pussy, but that was a lie. Kimmy didn't want that mouth taken off her flesh. She didn't want to stop the intense, incredible sensations of pure pleasure shooting through her.
She rubbed her pussy against Olivia's mouth, grinding it into her in an attempt to bring herself off.
Kimmy had masturbated. Sometimes she got so damn hot and horny that she just had to play with herself. Most of these sessions of self-stimulation took place in the night, in the darkened privacy of her room where she diddled her little clit to orgasm.
She thought nobody knew about her solitary vice, but in this she was wrong, as Olivia's earlier remarks taunting the girl on that subject proved.
It was a pleasure, playing with herself. But the caress of her fingers was nothing, nothing compared to what a mouth could do, was doing, to her pussy.
Olivia moved in for the big finish. She took her tongue out of Kimmy's pussy.
Not even the panty gag could mute Kimmy's groan of dismay at being deprived of that tongue of delight.
Calder said, "Oh, yeah! Kimmy wants more of her mommy's good tongue!"
She did. And she got more.
For Olivia had only taken her tongue out of the hole so she could use it on Kimmy's clitoris.
Which she did.
Kimmy came.
Her orgasm ran its course. Kimmy flopped back on the bed, shattered by orgasm.
The sensation was so intense she thought she might faint. She wrapped her hands around the taut chains and held on tight, as if that would keep her from being swept away by a torrent of pleasure.
Olivia came up for air, her face wet. She smacked her lips and rolled her tongue around in her mouth, savoring Kimmy's sweet juices.
Calder said, "How does she taste?"
"Delicious," Olivia said. "But you'll find that out for yourself."
"I sure will." Calder squeezed his cock. "But first, I mean to have a different kind of taste."
"You better put something on that big cock of yours. Grease it up."
"Get the grease, honey," Calder said.
Kimmy struggled her way back to sensibility. Her climax had overloaded her circuits, and she felt like she had blown a fuse.
Her body between waist and thigh tops was just one large floating mass of pleasure. She couldn't concentrate because of it. As if from a great distance, she heard her parents talking about her, but she could hardly make out the sense of what they were saying.
Olivia got off the bed, crossed to the bureau, took something out of the top drawer, and brought it back to the bed.
It was a blue jar of lubricating jelly.
"I'll do you," Olivia offered.
Calder sat up in bed, stiff cock in hand, back against the headboard. Olivia opened the jar and scoped out a mess of goo. Leaning over him, she smeared it on his cock.
She closed her fist on his cock, excess jelly leaking out between her fingers. She pumped his cock, sliding her fist on it.
Then she smeared more grease on Kimmy's pussy, working the stuff into her labia and her interior.
Kimmy had come back to earth. She knew what was going to happen to her, and she was scared.
The bed gave under Calder's weight as he crawled over the mattress on his hands and knees. His stiff cock jutted from between his legs like a greasy pole of flesh, stiff as a mop handle, glowing hot and red.
He stood on his knees, eyes eating up the vision of his stepdaughter's bound and gagged nudity.
Extreme arousal hauled his cock up to a tilted angle, so its oiled head was aimed at the ceiling.
Kimmy squirmed, in vain.
Olivia sat at the bed's head, her plump white hands fluttering over Kimmy's flesh.
Calder stretched out on Kimmy. His weight pressed her into the mattress. Her tender titties were squashed by his hairy chest, the stiff little nipples throbbing.
Kimmy could hardly catch her breath. The panties gagging her had become soaked through with saliva, allowing it to become more comfortably molded to her mouth.
She pleaded with them not to do it-them, since her mother was an equal partner in the debauching of her daughter. But the gag reduced her pleas to garbled nonsense.
Calder raised himself on hands and knees, crouching over her bound form. Reaching under himself, he took hold of his stiff, lubricated cock and guided it to the virgin target.
The girl whimpered when the fleshy cock head prodded her thin, sensitive pussy lips. The tip of the cock parted the lips and entered.
Strain showed on her gagged face as the cock head was fed into her, stretching her tight virginal pussy.
Her mother pressed moist palms against the girl's head, holding it in place.
Grunting, breathing hard, Calder fed some more of his cock into her.
Kimmy's face scrunched up with strain, narrowing her frightened eyes to slits.
Calder fought to restrain himself. He ached to shove his craving cock right up that little girl's snatch and bang the hell out of her.
Time enough for that later, in the future. Now, her training demanded that her defloration be made as painless and pleasurable as possible.
He snaked his cock into her. Kimmy held herself so taut that she all but hummed with tension.
Her pussy was a hot sucking hole, a slippery vortex sucking him in.
Kimmy gasped as his cock head fetched up with a bump against her virginity.
Calder's meaty buttocks tensed for the hymen-destroying thrust. It had to be forceful enough to break the barrier, yet not so brutal as to traumatize the sweet little cuntling.
Calder thrust.
The maidenhead shattered, swept aside by the throbbing rod of blood, flesh, and gristle which buried its full length inside her no longer virgin little cunt.
It hurt!
Kimmy felt like she had been split down the middle. It was like having a tooth pulled, only between her legs. Her heaving cunt went kind of numb, but not numb enough.
And then her stepfather was fucking her.
His hairy buttocks squirmed as he worked his cock back and forth inside Kimmy. The sensation, the purely physical delight of having his fat cock so tightly clutched in her satiny hole, was incredible.
Infinitely multiplying his perverse pleasure were all the psychosexual stimulators of the set and setting-of the fact that he had just harvested the maidenhead of his very own stepdaughter, a deviant thrill accomplished with the willing aid of
his slave wife.
I'm the first, Calder kept telling himself, I'm the first. No matter what else happens in Kimmy's life, she'll never, ever forget how her step daddy stole her cherry.
His weight crushed her, his thrusts forced fresh sobs out of her. His cock rooted in her. God! What deviant delight!
"The first, I'm the first!" The litany repeated in his mind had become something which he spoke aloud as he put Kimmy to the cock.
From time to time he glanced up at Olivia, monitoring her reaction to the bondage defloration of her junior daughter.
That was a kinky kick, too. Olivia was well trained. Not many mothers, not even slave mothers, would have willingly offered up their own daughter for debauchery.
But she was twisted, too. His utter slave, but dominant where other slaves were concerned.
Dominant, and quite the hungry bisexual. Kimmy would have more than one initiation this night.
Later, before she had even gotten over having her cherry popped and her little cunt fucked by her step daddy, she would be set between her mother's legs, to be instructed on how to please Olivia by mouth.
Oh, what a night it was!
He pumped into Kimmy. Each thrust rocked her thin lithe form. He was ready to come.
He slammed some more strokes into her, face red, cock straining, swollen, ready to explode.
He humped his hips forward, jamming his cock as deep as it had yet gone in her hot tight cunt.
He came.
He shook from orgasmic force. Torrents of come were wrenched from him, pumping out masses of semen into Kimmy.
Kimmy was in terror. Her stepfather's orgasm made him look as if he was having a fit. His come gushed thick and warm.
He pumped her full of his fluid, then collapsed on top of her, drained.
She was pressed by his heavy sweating flesh. His head was close to hers. She closed her eyes, shuddered.
His cock kept quivering inside her. He moaned. He was as exhausted as a marathon swimmer who hugs the shore.
Olivia's soft white hands stroked the flesh of her husband and daughter. She thought about the strange destiny which had brought her to this most unusual destiny.
Presently, Calder stirred, shifted his weight, and groaningly raised himself up.
Kimmy lay still, as if she had fainted. But she was awake, and occasionally moaning.
Calder pulled out. That brought a new round of moans from Kimmy. Her stretched pussy convulsed as the cock was withdrawn. Semen oiled it. Kimmy cried out as the cock head came out of her pussy.
Calder rolled off her. "So sweet," he moaned. "So hot and sweet! My little cherry girl!"
"Not anymore," he smirked.
He sat up in bed, positioning his limbs around Kimmy's. His cock was semi-stiff and twitching.
Come oozed from Kimmy's raped sex, spilling stickily on the mattress.
Olivia leaned over Kimmy, her heavy tit mounds dangling over the girl's face, stiff nipples jutting.
Olivia was in a state of high excitement. Her nipples were darkly swollen from all the pinching and worrying and stimulating tweaking she had inflicted on them while she watched the bondage defloration.
Her thick cunt lips were darkly quivering under the coating of juices which smeared her cunt from the fingering she had given herself.
Her own needs ached within her. She pressed her fat tits against her daughter's face, engulfing it in hot tit flesh.
Then she pulled down the knotted stocking holding the gag in place and pulled out a pair of panties soaked through with saliva.
Kimmy sobbed, moaned.
"God, oh, God!"
"There, there," Olivia said. When Kimmy opened her wailing mouth, Olivia stuffed her stiff nipple inside, along with a good deal of its surrounding tit flesh.
"Suck Mommy's tit," Olivia said. "And you better suck it good, too."
Calder leered.
Olivia added, "Mommy's got lots of other good things for you to suck, too."
CHAPTER TEN
Sometime later ...
Now that the girls' training was progressing so well, these Friday night disciplinary sessions were conducted not in the living room as had formerly been the practice, but in the bedroom.
The altered nature of the sessions made the change of household location. They had to take place near to a bed.
Kimmy and Pam were taking to their new role in the household. Their newfound status as parental sex toys had brought new duties, but had also brought new privileges for both girls, too.
Of course, a steady and regular dose of discipline was required to reinforce their submissive roles in the household, but exciting new variations had been added to the program.
Such as the one now being enacted on the big bed in the parental bedroom.
The family foursome was gathered therein. They all were suitably dressed for the after dinner session of Friday night fun and games. Suitably dressed, or undressed, depending on the participants.
Calder wore a black leather vest and pair of matching short pants, their leather crotch swollen by the big fat choad stuffed inside. He wielded a long leather strap.
Olivia wore a black lace bra, black satin garter belt with lace trimmings, bizarrely patterned stockings, and black leather high heels.
And no panties.
She brandished a whippy leather belt held doubled in her white hand.
Pam and Kimmy wore ropes and each other. The girls were restrained in bizarre bondage.
They lay on the bed, facing each other lengthwise and tied together.
Intricate bondage.
For starters, each girl had her hands tied behind her back, to "keep those hands out of trouble," as Calder had smirked.
The girls were put on their sides, facing each other, positioned so that their heads were positioned against each other's crotches.
Pam's round thighs were parted, hugging Kimmy's head, which was jammed between them, with her face, her mouth, shoved up tight against Pam's curly bushed cunt.
Ropes wrapped Pam's thighs just above the knees, binding her thighs closed, capturing and pinning her sister's head firmly between them.
Kimmy was identically bound, with her sister's head clenched between her thighs and bound tightly in place.
Thusly bound, the girls had been properly positioned for bottom warming discipline.
The bound girls lay in the middle of the bed. Their parents stood on either side, leaning over to land stinging sizzling strokes on their backsides.
Calder's leather strap smacked Kimmy's cupcake buns, while Olivia's whippy belt slammed down on Pam's rounded butt.
Punishment had been proceeding for some time, so both girl's bottoms burned hotly red.
Olivia stood at the bedside, leaning forward, high heeled legs spread, a hand put between them, rubbing her juicy seething cunt as she strapped Pam's bottom.
Calder's cock swelled in the crotch of his leather shorts. From time to time he squeezed it. His long leather strap mashed down Kimmy's pert bottom cheeks, beating swollen red heat into them.
Kimmy's head was tightly hugged by Pam's bound, sweaty thighs. Her ears were covered, diminishing all sound and further isolating her in the realm of the senses.
Her mouth was jammed right smack against Kimmy's cunt. Pam's juicy cunt. Just as her tufted little cunt was covered by Pam's mouth.
Pam had trouble breathing. She sucked in air through the stretched corners of her mouth. Her head swam with the aroma of Kimmy's musky cunt. Juices smeared her face.
The strap curled around her ripely curved buttocks time and again, laying burning lines of fire across it.
Each time a stroke slashed her bottom, Pam's hips jerked forward, grinding her cunt against Kimmy's mouth. Kimmy did the same as a consequence of her paddling.
Pam was taut with tension. Bottom heat spread into her cunt, coaxing juices from it.
Pam knew of one way to release that tension, namely by using that part of her body which was free to move.
Her mouth.
She shoved her tongue into Kimmy's cunt.
Kimmy's groan was inaudible to Pam, whose ears were covered by Kimmy's thighs. But vibrations from that groan rippled through Pam's cunt.
Pam ground her sex harder into Kimmy's mouth.
Pam licked Kimmy and lapped her juices. She sucked and slurped.
The paddling continued.
Pam put her tongued to Kimmy's little clit and licked it.
Kimmy got the idea. Her tongue slithered over Pam's sex, flailing away at it, each stroke matching the stroked of the leather strap slamming her pert and now swollen backside.
The bottom beating and the cunt lapping were paired proportionally, so the harder the sisters licked each other, the harder their bottoms were paddled, which in turn fired them up to new rounds of cunt lapping.
Until they came.
Time passed, while the girls, dazed by mutual orgasms, were untied and freed from each other's sweaty flesh.
Calder sat in bed and watched the show as Olivia set her teary-eyed teen daughters to please her fore and aft.
Olivia stood at the bedside, stockinged legs spread. She unhooked her bra and took it off, fat stiff-nippled tits tumbling free.
Sighing with pleasure and the anticipation.
Not to mention the freedom of wickedness.
Soft little sobs sounded as Pam and Kimmy got into position.
The naked sisters had stiff nipples and creamy, juicy cunts. Their asses were hot, red, swollen.
Kimmy knelt in front of her mother, while Pam took up the identical position behind her.
This put Kimmy's face level with Olivia's naked crotch, and Pam's face level with the wide pink moons of her ass.
Olivia looked doubly lewd with her body bared between the garter belt and the dark tops of her stockings.
She was hot and wet. Humid heat wafted up from Olivia's crotch into Pam's face.
Olivia stood in profile at the bedside, affording her husband an unblocked view of the action at both ends.
She fastened a hand to the back of Pam's neck and pulled her daughter's face into her dripping crotch.
At the same time, she shoved her cunt into Pam's face, grinding her cunt lips against Pam's mouth, smearing it with juices.
Pam started licking the labia, but Olivia said, "No, put it inside me." Then she moaned as Pam buried her tongue in her.
Pam lapped juices, swallowed them, then went back for more of those juices which oozed up to replace them.
With Pam gainfully employed, Olivia turned her attention to Kimmy, looking down over her shoulder at the girl.
Kimmy stood on her knees, arms at her sides, head bowed, gaze down turned. Her hands itched to rub some of the stinging soreness out of her spanked bottom, but she knew she was not allowed to touch any of her sexual parts by parental command.
And she now knew well that her ass was indeed a most sexual part of her anatomy.
Her mother's naked ass floated inches from Kimmy's face, heat rising from creamy pink buttocks shining with a sheen of sweat.
Kimmy was going to eat ass.
Olivia patted the top of Kimmy's head, then kept her hand there. She didn't lean back, since that would have disconnected Pam's probing tongue from her cunt. Instead, she pulled Kimmy to her.
Kimmy's teary face was engulfed by hot bottom flesh. Olivia rubbed her ass against Kimmy's face.
"Lick it, honey," purred the deviant mother.
Kimmy massaged her mother's ass with the flat of her tongue. There was a lot of ass to lick, and Kimmy's tongue soon tired, especially since it had already worked out licking Pam's cunt during the spanking bondage session.
Olivia delighted in being worked on at both ends by a pair of slippery velvet tongues.
Calder rubbed his cock through his leather shorts. They were tight. His hardon strained their seams. He watched avidly.
Olivia looked over her shoulder. Her ass shone with Kimmy's sticky saliva. Olivia's hands were free to control and direct, especially since Pam knew to keep up her cunt lapping without prompting.
"Here's something else for you to lick," Olivia gloated.
Reaching behind herself, she took hold of her buttocks, one in each hand, pink wet bottom flesh oozing through her clutching fingers.
She spread her buttocks to the side, opening them, exposing the brown dimpled button of her asshole.
She said, "Now, you'll lick inside my ass."
Kimmy needed guidance. Olivia pushed her ass back, forcing Kimmy's face between the ass cheeks.
"Mmmmmph!"
"Kiss my asshole," Olivia commanded.
Kimmy's face was hugged by Olivia's big ass. It was warm, dim, and sticky inside there. Her puckered asshole quivered against Kimmy's kissing lips.
"Stick your tongue up inside me, girl," Olivia said.
Kimmy pressed her tongue to the asshole. It was very tight and she had to strain to push it past the anus into the rectum.
Olivia groaned her pleasure as the tongue shoved itself up her ass. Up front, Pam felt her mother's increased excitement as it made itself known in cuntal convulsions.
Tongued front and rear, Olivia was quickly driven to an intense orgasm.
After she finished coming, she was so exhausted that she had to lie down. She stretched out her bulk alongside her husband.
Calling the girls to the bed, Calder stretched out on his back and pulled off his leather shorts, freeing his fat red cock.
He put Pam at his cock. He wanted a taste of sweet young cunt, and Kimmy fit the bill.
Pam crouched between his spread legs, leaning forward to keep from pressing her sore stinging ass on her heels..
Calder raised his stiff cock. Pam pressed it between her palms, rubbing and rolling the meat.
She licked her lips and lowered her mouth on the cock. She stuffed its head in her mouth and sucked it, saliva streaming out the sides of her stretched mouth.
Calder said, "It's wet enough, now get on it."
Pam got on it. She planted her knees on either side of his hips, straddling them.
He fisted his cock, holding it straight up, its saliva-soaked head jutting from the top of his hand.
Pam squatted down on the cock. Calder pressed the cock head against her cunt, sliding it up and down the slit, wedging open the lips.
Pam moaned as the cock head was crammed inside her hot wet sex. When it was partly fitted inside her, he took hold of her hips and pulled her the rest of the way down on his rod.
Pam gasped, then gurgled as she was fully penetrated. Her folded legs hugged his sweaty meaty flanks. His hands moved her hips. Her stiff-nippled tits jiggled and jounced as she rocked on his cock.
Now that his member was being properly taken care of, he turned his attention to Kimmy, making her crouch over his upturned face.
Kimmy stood on her knees over his head, turned so she faced Pam, though she tried not to watch her older sister humping away at their stepfather's cock.
Calder enjoyed the view, looking up Kimmy's long skinny thighs to the thin lipped juicy little cunt overhanging his head. The sight, the vision, made his mouth water.
Reaching up, he took hold of her thin hips and pulled her crotch down to his open mouth.
Kimmy moaned as her sensitized seething cunt lips pressed down hard on his mouth. Her cunt lips parted, exposing slippery pink membranes, whose juices smeared on his face.
The girl gasped as he stuffed his big fat tongue into her hot tight little hole. The tongue was tight in her-you can imagine how tight a cock felt when crammed in her young cunt.
Calder didn't have to imagine. He knew.
He was on cloud nine, a dominant daddy with his own family harem. What a joy!
Kimmy moaned when his heavy hands fastened on her sore red ass cheeks, squeezing them, mashing them, fondling them.
His greedy tongue lapped her juices, wallowing in her silky little cunt. He moved her back and forth on his face.
With Kimmy sitting on his face, he couldn't see Pam, nor did he have to, since his cock felt and feverishly enjoyed what her humping cunt was doing to it.
When his orgasm neared, he shifted his hands from Kimmy's slim hips to Pam's more shapely, rounded ones.
Taking tight hold of them, he moved her on his cock according to his pleasure.
THE bed creaked. Calder humped, his buttocks sweaty, his cock slamming up into Pam as she twisted and squirmed and seethed on his cock.
As he came, he pulled her down to him, while driving his cock up into her.
Semen pumped into Pam's cunt, filling it and leaking out past it.
Calder rested.
He eased the girls off his mouth and cock. He felt wonderful. His body glowed. His mouth tingled with the sweet, succulent taste of his teen stepdaughter.
By mutual unvoiced agreement, Pam and Kimmy went to the foot of the bed, where they crouched side by side, timidly awaiting the next round.
Hot thick come oozed from Pam's cunt, leaving sticky patches of semen on her upper thighs.
Sighing contentedly, Calder flopped back into the pile of pillows heaped against the bed's headboard.
Olivia lounged alongside him, tweaking and toying with stiff nipples which jutted from her massy tits like brown pebbles of throbbing flesh.
Why bother fingering her own tits, when she could call up so much more intimate service from her daughters?
Call them up she did. She had Kimmy crouch on one side of her, Pam on the other side. She fed her nipples to the girls, stuffing one in each sucking licking mouth.
Kimmy was next to Calder, who fondled her hot ass while she sucked her mommy's tit. He diddled his cock.
Then he put Kimmy to it. OLIVIA pressed both tits together, so their stiff nipples stood side by side. Then she stuffed both of them into Pam's obediently sucking mouth.
Calder's cock was thick, semi-hard, and sticky with come and juices. He put it in Kimmy's mouth, the quivering cock starting to grow as soon as she took it between her lips, which hugged the meat at the base.
His cock got harder. Kimmy nearly gagged, but of course she had to take it all. She had herself a real mouthful, and then some. Her head bobbed up and down, lips sliding on the cock.
Calder's interest mounted with his arousal. He sat up and eased Kimmy's sucking mouth off his stiff, fully erect cock.
She wiped the wetness off her mouth with the back of her hand.
He stood on his knees, cock jutting from his hips, as he put Kimmy and Pam in a new position.
He had them crouch, side by side on hands and knees, facing leering Olivia, who sat at the head of the bed, her well sucked nipples wetly shining.
Calder squatted behind the girls. Olivia spread her legs so each foot lay under the face of a daughter.
Then the girls were required to orally worship their mother's feet. Two teen heads bowed down to Olivia's feet and started licking and kissing them.
Calder stroked his red cock against Kimmy's hot red ass. She had cute little cupcake buns, buns now swelled by her various bottom warmings.
Calder rubbed his red cock down her ass, swiping it over the backs of her thighs, steadily narrowing in on her little pussy.
Kimmy moaned as his fleshy bulbous cock head stroked her slitted sex. He stuffed it inside her.
She gurgled.
She was wet from being eaten out twice, but she was not wet enough to take his fat cock without more lubrication.
He pulled his cock out of her, smeared a mass of his saliva over it, then shoved it back in Kimmy's cunt.
She moaned, but this time she took the full length of it. Then it was Calder's turn to moan, which he did, moan from the hot silky tightness of her.
He fucked her from behind. Kimmy braced herself to keep from being toppled forward from his full, deep strokes.
Olivia decided she wanted more than her toes licked. Pam crawled up between her mother's legs and pressed her mouth to the brown bushed steamy cunt.
Fucking Kimmy, Calder devoted lots of attention to her hot sweet ass. He pawed her red little bottom cheeks as he put her to the cock, mashing them together, then pulling them apart.
Kimmy's exposed asshole was a dime-sized button which convulsively quivered.
She moaned when her stepfather slipped his fingers between spread buttocks to toy with her hot little asshole.
Her anal ring convulsively clamped down on his probing fingertip.
He put his finger in his mouth, wet it, then put it back on her ass. He shoved a good part of his finger in her asshole, and resumed fucking her.
It was fun, sticking his finger up her hot tight little ass. He knew she was dreadfully ashamed to be handled there, which only added to his enjoyment.
Having his finger up her ass enabled him to exert real control on her. She responded instantly to whatever direction his finger drew her.
Already, Calder plotted how he would take the last citadels of virginity still remaining to his disciplined, dominated stepdaughters.
Namely, fucking them in their asses.
But not now, not for a time, yet. That ultimate defloration and mark of his mastery over their teen flesh must wait for another day, another time, another volume chronicling these carnal conspiracies.
For now, there was the immediate delight of fucking her pussy, a fucking scheduled to soon reach its climax.
Olivia put Pam to work on her cunt. The woman slumped in the bed, pink legs bent at the knees, her sweaty thighs clutching Pam's head as the girl tongued her.
Calder came.
Kimmy cried out.
THEN it was his turn to moan, as he shook with orgasm, come pumping into her hot little hole. Her anus and rectum convulsively clamped down on the finger stuffed up her ass.
Whew!
Calder groaned and gurgled as the last drops of come were torn from his flesh. His quivering cock seethed in her hole.
Kimmy's head sank down, eyes closed, mouth open and murmurously moaning.
Her mother moaned, too, from what Pam's mouth and tongue was doing to her.
Calder was pulling his cock out of Kimmy as Olivia climaxed courtesy of Pam's oral servitude.
Calder Shockley and his wife locked eyes for an instant, exchanging conspiratorial glances containing complete mutual understanding.
Their girls had come a long way in their training, and soon would go a deal farther.
EPILOGUE
Mean Old Calder Shockley clenched his right hand into a tight fist.
He clenched that fist so tightly that each and every one of his knuckles whitened. His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. His face was reddened with his lust. He was looking at Kimmy, and the little girl could tell that the man had no good on his mind.
No good, whatsoever.
"Baby, you are gonna get your cunt fucked," he said.
"Yes," Kimmy said. She knew better than to argue with the man. She knew that the man intended on hurting her, and she knew that there was nothing she could do to lessen the abuse.
Kimmy knew, however, that there was a good deal she could do to maximize her abuse. She could protest or whine, for example.
Those were always good ways to increase inevitable punishment.
"But I ain't going to fuck you with my cock," he said.
"I don't understand," Kimmy said, with a troubled expression on her preciously gorgeous little kisser.
"Of course you don't understand. You don't understand because you are STUPID," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
"Yes, sir."
"Say that."
"Say what?"
"Tell me how stupid you are."
"I'm pretty stupid."
"That's right."
The little girl could feel her knees trembling. She could feel the muscles in her legs dissolving. The muscles in Kimmy's shapely gams felt as if they had magically and suddenly been transformed into stale ginger ale. It was not a comfortable feeling.
"What are you going to fuck me with?" Kimmy asked.
"I am going to fuck you with my fist," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
"No, please, no, not that, not that," Kimmy said.
"What's that you say?" Mean Old Calder Shockley asked.
"I asked you to please have mercy on me," Kimmy said.
"HA!" Mean Old Calder Shockley laughed sadistically.
"Please," the little girl said with tears in her eyes.
"Mercy?" Mean Old Calder Shockley asked, tilting his head slightly to one side and curling his upper lip into a cruel sneer.
"Yes, please have mercy on me," Kimmy exclaimed with a stammer.
"You fool-I do not even know the meaning of the word."
"Oh God," Kimmy said, looking ready to black out from fear.
The little girl felt ready to lose consciousness, which wasn't such a bad idea, she figured. If she passed out she would not have to suffer the agonies of being fist-fucked by Mean Old Calder Shockley's ham-like fist. Of course, she would always have to wake up, and the pain after her fist fuck was going to be just as severe even if she slept through the actual act. Besides, the little girl feared that any sleep she might slip into could very well be a sleep from which she would never wake.
"But your fist won't fit inside my pussy," she said.
"Who says?"
"It is physically impossible," Kimmy exclaimed. Her voice was shrill.
"That is a load of bullshit," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
"No, you will rip me apart if you do it," she said.
"Perhaps."
"You mean you don't care if I rip apart?" she asked.
"No."
"You don't care if you make me die?" Kimmy asked.
"Hardly."
"Oh God."
"God ain't here. Just me, and I'm the devil," he said.
"You are going to ruin me."
"I hope so."
"You are going to make it so I can't never have no babies."
"I hope so."
"You are sick."
"Join me, baby, it's fun," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
The man led the little girl into the bedroom and forced her out of her clothes and onto the bed. He fetched four pieces of copper wire. Kimmy knew what they were for.
She was to be bound.
Cruelly.
Evilly.
Sadistically.
Stringently.
"Get on your back, bitch," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
"Yes, sir."
"Stretch out your arms and legs," Mean Old Calder Shockley said.
"Yes, sir."
She was subservient. She was to be his sex slave till the end.
The bed had four bedposts-which made it very convenient for Mean Old Calder Shockley's bondage purposes.
He grabbed her left wrist hard and made her feel as if she were caught in a bear trap. She could feel his fingernails biting into her wrist painfully. She thought that his fingernails were going to break the skin. The man yanked cruelly at her left arm and pulled her wrist snug against the appropriate bedpost so that her elbow was locked in the straight position.
He pulled so hard that the little girl half-expected to hear the bones snapping at her wrist or maybe at her elbow at any second.
He pulled her arm so hard that she thought he was going to yank her shoulder right out of its socket.
Her elbow was locked in the straight position. He wrapped one of those pieces of copper wire around her wrist and the bedpost at the same time. The little girl could feel the wire biting into her wrist.
She could tell that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off by the stringent wire bondage Mean Old Calder Shockley was administering upon her.
She could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color, the same color as the head of Mean Old Calder Shockley's cock when it was fully erect. She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her fingers and she correctly assumed that she would not be able to feel those pins and needles for very long.
No.
Not for very long at all.
Kimmy could tell that it wouldn't be long before she would not be able to feel anything at all in her fingertips. Or her fingers.
Or her entire hand for that matter.
Mean Old Calder Shockley laughed at her pathetic struggling. She tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and discovered to her dismay that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
She could tell that soon she would not be able to wiggle her fingers at all.
Soon, Kimmy knew, her left hand would be rendered both feelingless and motionless by the bondage he was administering.
He circled around to the other side of the bed so he could repeat the process with Kimmy's other arm. He had to circle all the way around the foot of the bed because the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall. He took long strides and moved with a surprising grace. He moved like an animal.
A beast.
He looked like a wild jungle beast-as a matter of fact-who was circling his helpless prey.
That was very much how Kimmy felt at that moment, too.
Like helpless prey.
That was the way Mean Old Calder Shockley wanted her to feel.
With both arms bound the man moved to the foot of the bed and jack-knifed at the waist. The little girl had her shapely legs stretched out straight toward the foot of the bed. Kimmy had her knee sand her ankles close together-and she correctly assumed that her knees were not going to be allowed to stay close together for very long. The man reached down with both hands and grabbed both of Kimmy's ankles simultaneously. His arms were straight. He looked as if he were making a wish over a human wishbone as he-with a single outward swoop of those strong and straightened arms-pulled her shapely gams apart so that her thighs were separated to a perfect ninety degree angle.
Her ankles were bound into place.
She could not move.
She was rendered motionless. She could tense and relax her muscles if she wanted to-but that did not mean that she could move any of them.
Kimmy discovered that the only part of her body that was still mobile was her head.
Kimmy could lift the back of her head from the bed if she wanted to, and she could freely turn her face from side to side.
But this took a lot of energy, more energy that it was worth Kimmy quickly concluded. Kimmy correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before this vicious S and M sex session was complete.
It was then that Mean Old Calder Shockley put the black leather glove on his right hand.
* * *
The man greased the black leather glove with a white petroleum jelly.
He opened and closed his fist in a menacing way. He was a good sadist-good enough to know that there was no hurry, that dread was a very important part of ANY torture.
He used his gloved hand to stroke up and down the exposed and vulnerable insides of Kimmy's thighs.
He stroked all the way from her knees to the edges of her puffy pink vulva. Slowly. Very slowly.
He then rubbed the tips of his gloved fingers up and down the entire length of her cunt slash, all the way from the top to the bottom of her poontang.
He massaged her clit-which under normal circumstances would have caused Kimmy a great deal of pleasure. But not now.
She was too frightened to feel pleasure. Kimmy knew that Mean Old Calder Shockley was going to give her nothing but pain during this savage fist fuck.
The man pushed his middle finger, the one on his gloved hand, down toward the base of her cunt after massaging both her outer and inner cunt lips. He now had his longest digit in between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips, poised at the mouth of her terrified fuck hole. He turned his gloved palm upward toward the ceiling of the bedroom.
He snapped his wrist.
He drove that finger inside.
Deep.
Hard.
He drove his longest finger into her cunt as deeply as it would go. He did not stop pushing until her inner cunt lips were gripping desperately at the finger by its third knuckle. He wiggled that finger around inside her cunt playfully. He pressed against various internal tissues with a variety of pressures. He pressed against her cervix with the tip of his gloved middle finger so hard that he brought fresh tears to the little girl's eyes.
Kimmy's eyes were already red and swollen.
They were so swollen that she found she could only blink with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. Her inner eyelids felt as if they had been magically and suddenly been transformed into a particularly rough variety of sandpaper.
He added his forefinger.
His ring finger.
His pinky.
He straightened his right arm.
He hollowed his palm and placed his thumb precisely against its center. He began to push and Kimmy's cunt opened, opened further than any cunt should have to.
She felt like she were experiencing childbirth- in reverse.
His hand slipped inside.
He closed his fingers.
He slowly balled the tips of his fingers into his palm, forming a large, awesome fist.
He slowly rotated the fist inside her cunt.
Her juices flowed, despite her pain and agony.
She writhed at the end of his wrist, like a hooked fish. She moaned. She groaned.
But he was clever. Just as her eyes began to close, indicating that she was about to pass out from the pain, he stopped pressing against the sides of her cunt.
He slowly unbailed the fingers of his fist, carefully so as not to damage the delicate walls of her cunt.
After all, what good was a slave to him if she was dead, huh?
He pulled his hand out of her pussy, again taking great care with each and every move. He didn't want to damage her beyond repair.
Then, when she seemed to be revived enough to know what was going on, he slipped the tips of his fingers back into her pussy, though this time, perhaps it was just his imagination, she seemed far less tight.
He pushed against her pussy hole, and it opened for him. His fist slid in. The process was about to begin again.
