Jim Barton's teenage daughters were-his little whores!
Jim had a new, sex-crazed wife with expensive tastes, and two girls from a previous marriage. The high cost of living was draining his bank account.
He had a solution. He and Caroline, his new wife, had forced the girls into sexual slavery. Now he would force the girls one step further.
Annie, his eldest daughter, was tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed.
She was a brown-haired girl with an angel face and a nubile body. She moaned behind her gag as her father brought Lauren into the bedroom.
Lauren was a tall, cool, elegant blonde bi-sexual with a pronounced taste for young girls. Jim was about to let her indulge that taste with Annie.
For a price.
Lauren's eyes glittered with lust and she licked her lips as she stared at the naked teen. Quickly she forked over the agreed-upon price to Jim.
"She's all yours, Lauren," Jim said.
Lauren feverishly undressed, her fingers trembling as she stripped. When she was naked, she climbed on top of the bed-and on top of Annie.
Lauren kissed the girl's breasts. She worked her way downward. She fastened her open mouth on the pink slit of the girl's pussy, and thrust her tongue inside!
CHAPTER ONE
Annie was a girl who saw too much.
It was close to midnight on a Friday in early spring. Annie and her younger sister, Kim, were spending the night at the home of their next-door neighbors.
Annie and Kim sat in the den, watching television. They were staying at the Liftons. Warren and Gloria Lifton were good neighbors and good friends of the girls' daddy, big Jim Bartcon.
Tonight, Jim and his new wife, Caroline, were spending the evening with Warren and Gloria. The foursome had gotten dressed up and gone into town for the night.
They would be coming home late. Jim didn't want his daughters alone in the big house, since there had been a rash of burglaries and even a rape in this peaceful suburban neighborhood.
So. he had sent the kids next door, where they could stay with Claire, the Lifton's lovely nineteen year old daughter.
Claire's brother. Tod, who was seventeen, was out for the night with some of his buddies. But Claire was staying at home, where she could keep an eye on Annie and Kim. But Claire was rather busy at this moment.
An hour ago, Claire's boyfriend had come over. His name was Steve. He was a sophomore at the local community college, which Claire also attended.
Claire told Annie that she and Steve were going upstairs, and that they would be in Claire's room. Annie and Kim giggled knowingly.
Claire requested that the girls not interrupt her unless there was a real emergency.
Annie and Kim promised not to bother her. Claire said that the guest room was all made up and ready for them, and if the girls got sleepy they could just go to bed.
She said that she'd see them later. Steve slipped his arm around Claire's slender waist as the two of them exited the den.
As they crossed the living room, Steve's hand drifted down to pat Claire's rounded bottom. She wore a plaid skirt which came down to her knees.
He fondled her buttocks as they climbed the stairs. Kim Barton peeked around the corner of a door, watching the couple go up the flight of stairs.
Claire and Steve hurried into her bedroom. There was the sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place.
Kim giggled. "I know what Claire is gong to do!"
"No kidding," Annie said. "You're such a smart little girl, Kimmie."
"I'm not so little," Kim said. "Just because you're a few years older than me, Annie, you think you know everything!"
"I know a lot more than you do, squirt."
"Don't call me that!"
Annie asked, "Have you ever been with a boy, Kim?"
"Sure," Kim said, "I've been with lots of boys!"
"I don't mean going out on a date-I'm talking about going all the way. With a boy. Now, don't try to fool me, Kimmie. I know better. You're a virgin."
"Maybe," Kim said.
"Definitely. Don't pretend, Kim. You've never done it. If you ever had, you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. You would have blabbed it all to me."
Kim pouted in silence. After a moment, she said, "I guess you're not a virgin, huh?" Her voice was low, and could hardly be heard over the TV.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Kim."
"Hmmmph! Sometimes I don't think you're as experienced as you pretend to be, Annie!"
Annie smiled. "There's a few guys who could tell you differently, Kim."
Kim moved closer. "All right, Annie. I know that you've done it." Her voice was eager and excited. "What's it really like, Annie? Going all the way with a boy?"
"You'll find out, sooner or later," Annie laughed. "Why do you ask? Have you been thinking about doing it, Kim?"
"Well, I'm always thinking about it," Kim admitted.
"I bet. Do you have a boyfriend, Kim? What about that cute little friend of yours-what's his name? Roger? Have you got your eye on him?"
"Do you really think he's cute, Annie?"
"Sure-for a kid," Annie said. "You two might be pretty good together. On the other hand, for your first time, you might want to be with some older guy, a guy who's been with girls in bed and knows what he's doing."
From upstairs, from Claire's room, came the steady thumping sound of the bed rocking against the floor. Annie and Kim listened.
Annie said, "I bet you that Claire sure knows what she's doing!"
"I'll say!" Kim giggled. Her face reddened.
"Look at you," Annie teased. "You're blushing!"
"I am not!" Kim said hotly. "You're always teasing me, Annie! Sometimes you give me a real pain, you know that?!"
"Calm down, little girl," Annie said. "If you're good, I might just tell you what it's like-doing it with a boy, I mean."
Kim listened eagerly while Annie told her about her first time.
Annie had lost her virginity a few years ago, when she was in the ninth grade. She had gone out on a date with a high school senior.
Annie was in her early teens at that time. Now, she was sixteen years old. Kim was a few years younger, and was just about the same age Annie had been when she surrendered herself and her maidenhead to a high school football hero.
In the Lifton's den, Annie sat in an easy chair. Kim sat on the carpeted floor next to her, looking up, listening eagerly to her sister.
Annie was five and a half feet tall. Her light brown hair was parted in the middle and fell to her shoulders. Layered wings of hair were swept back from her face.
Her face was oval, with finely formed features. She had dark eyebrows, hazel eyes, a thin straight nose, and soft pink lips.
She wore a Western-style cowgirl blouse. It was red and had white piping and white mother-of-pearl buttons and long sleeves.
Her breasts were full and firm. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to, since her bosom was naturally high, and didn't need the support of a bra.
Her nipples were out-lined against the red fabric of the satiny blouse.
A pair of skin-tight blue jeans covered her lower body. The jeans were worn and faded, and continued use had molded them to every fold and crease of her body.
Her hips were slender, but nicely curved. Her bottom was full, ripe and rounded. The denim fabric was stretched taut across her swelling buttocks.
The blue jeans were so tight against her crotch that the folds of her pussy were clearly revealed. Annie's legs were long and straight.
Kim was in her early teens. Her hair was light brown with blonde highlights. It was straight and cut short and sassy, so that the ends of her hair only came down an inch or two below her jawline.
She was only an inch or two above five feet tall, and very petite. She was skinny, with long arms and legs, but not gawky or gangling.
Kim had a coltish grace. She was only starting to fill out into ripe curves.
She had green eyes and beestung lips, lips which were such a dark pink that they were almost red. Like her older sister, Kim's complexion was clear and fine.
A sprinkling of pale freckles was scattered across Kim's face. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her an impish look.
A fuzzy pink sweatshirt covered her upper body. Kim's budding breasts were small, and formed a slight rise on her chest. She, too, wore blue jeans.
Kim listened eagerly as Annie described her first time.
The boy's name was Johnny. He had dark wavy hair and a handsome, smiling face. He was super dreamy, and Annie had been flattered that he picked her.
She was all dressed up to go out with him.
Her hair was freshly washed and set, her face was all made-up, and she wore a cute new outfit.
Johnny picked her up in his car, a sporty red job. It was his car, his very own and not his folks. The car was a gift for his seventeenth birthday.
It was a warm spring night, and he had taken Annie to the drive-in movie.
The two of them sat in the front seat. Annie was nervous but eager.
The movie had only been on for five minutes before Johnny laughed and said that she was sitting too far away. Annie obediently slid across the seat to him.
He put his arm around her slender shoulders and hugged her. Annie wore a short-sleeved blouse, light colored, and made from a thin fabric.
She could feel the heat of Johnny's body right through her blouse.
Johnny turned down the sound on the speaker so he could talk without having to shout. Annie felt sheltered and intimate in the closed capsule of the car.
Johnny told her that he loved the way she looked. Maybe she was young, but he thought Annie was as pretty as any of the beauties in his graduating class.
He moved his mouth close to her ear and whispered into it. His hot breath tickled Annie and sent chills running up and down her spine.
As he talked, he fondled strands of her hair. Annie felt warm all over.
His face moved closer to hers. Johnny pressed his lips against hers. Annie opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Johnny's tongue rubbed hers, and she rubbed back. Annie was breathless and her heart was beating fast.
Right in the middle of a kiss, Johnny put his hand on her right breast.
Annie stiffened. Johnny kept kissing her. His hand was light on her. When she was that age, her breasts were smaller than they were now, at age sixteen.
Johnny squeezed her breast through the blouse. Her nipple stiffened.
It became erect. It was so hard at the tip of her breast that it hurt.
Johnny's probing fingers fondled and rolled the nipple, pressing it through the thin blouse. Every time he touched it, Annie could feel a tingling in her pussy.
She felt feverish. Johnny's hand roamed to her other breast, and caressed that, too.
Johnny didn't stop kissing her as he reached for the top button of her blouse.
He unbuttoned the blouse. When it was open, and he had reached the waistband of her skirt, he pulled her shirt tails free from the skirt.
He peeled back the folds of her blouse, baring her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. She moaned when his hands contacted her bare flesh. .
If she had felt aroused when he fondled her through the blouse, her passion soared when his hands touched her bare breasts.
The soft mounds of flesh rippled and jiggled as his hands gently kneaded and fondled them. Johnny took his time and didn't hurry her.
Annie appreciated that. Most of the guys she had gone out with before this had gotten too excited, too grabby, too urgent. Their raging need for her body had scared her and turned her off, so she hadn't gone all the way.
But Johnny was different. He wanted her just as badly as the others, but he was more relaxed, and didn't overpower her.
Annie knew then that he was going to be the one to take her.
The back of his hand rubbed her bare belly. He rested his palm on her bony knee and squeezed it. His hand caressed her thighs through the skirt.
As he fondled her thighs, he pushed the skirt up her legs, to the tops of her thighs. Annie wore a pair of pink satin bikini panties.
Johnny's hand rested on her smooth inner thigh. Annie suddenly put her hand on top of his. Johnny paused, waiting to see what she would do.
Annie moved his hand down, between her legs.
She closed her thighs on his hand and squeezed it.
When she released his hand, he took her into the back seat. Her seat in front folded forward, and she climbed into the back.
It was darker in the back. Annie took off her blouse and put it on the front seat.
Johnny caressed her thighs. He told her how very beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her. He would show her how much he needed her.
He took hold of her hand and guided it between his legs. Annie didn't resist.
Johnny was hard. His cock was stiffly erect. It stood straight up, so that the crotch of his tight pants pressed his cock against his belly.
His member bulged against the fabric, straining against it. Annie rubbed it through the fabric, and it was Johnny's turn to moan.
He bunched Annie's skirt up around her waist. Her flesh was pale in the darkness of the back seat. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed slowly and deeply.
Johnny rubbed her pussy through the pink satin panties. Annie moaned. She was hot and wet inside her slit. She leaned back, sinking lower into the seat.
Johnny took hold of her panties. Annie whispered that she had never done it before, and that this would be her first time.
Johnny kissed her and promised that he would be gentle. He pressed his lips against her stiff nipples and kissed them both. Then he pulled down her panties.
Annie lifted her bottom off the vinyl seat cushions so he could take down her panties. The pink satin caressed her thighs and calves as it travelled down them.
Johnny pulled her panties off her ankles. Annie was naked.
He knelt between her spread legs so he could take down his own pants.
He unbuckled his belt, opened the button of his trousers, and pulled down his zipper. He wore white cotton undershorts.
His stiff cock bulged thickly in his shorts. Johnny tugged his pants and shorts down his hips, pulling them down to his knees.
Freed from the confining restraint of his shorts, his stiff cock sprang up.
The car was parked in a dark corner of the drive-in lot, but Annie was nervous. She whispered to Johnny that she was afraid somebody would see them.
Johnny said that it wouldn't happen. But since she was really worried about that, he would set her fears at rest by covering them both with a blanket.
The blanket was on the floor of the back seat. He unfolded it and draped it over him and her. It was lightweight and soft to the touch.
It was like a tent. Annie felt more secure having it there.
She lay there, waiting. Johnny put his hands between her legs and touched her pussy. Her labia were thin, soft, delicate, and intricately formed.
The pussy lips rippled as his fingers stroked them. Muscles flexed in her thighs.
He parted her pussy lips. She was hot and wet and slippery. He guided the tip of his middle finger between her pussy lips.
He penetrated her slowly with his finger. When his finger had entered her past its first joint, it bumped against a soft, yielding membrane.
Annie gasped and moaned. Johnny had touched her maidenhead.
He calmed her with long, soothing caresses to her hips and thighs.
His stiff cock brushed her soft thighs as he moved over her. His flesh was hot. Annie reached up and closed her long fingers around his member.
His cock was stiff, but smooth as velvet. Veins throbbed against her fingers.
Johnny was pleasantly surprised by the experienced way in which she fondled him.
Annie stroked his cock and fingered his balls, which were swollen in the sac. Johnny was trying to keep his cool, but it wasn't easy.
His finger probed the top of her slit and found her clitoris.
Annie shivered and moaned when he touched the pink button of flesh.
At first, Johnny thought he had somehow hurt her-her reaction was so intense.
Annie assured him that she had only felt such extreme pleasure that she couldn't help but moan. She was super sensitive in her pussy.
Johnny resumed stroking her clitoris. His fingertips were wet with her juices as he pressed them against the slippery, yielding clitoris, Annie said that her girlfriends had told her that it hurt when they had their virginity taken. Johnny said that it might hurt her at first.
He asked her if she was afraid. Annie answered him by squeezing his cock.
A single drop of semen oozed from the tip of his member.
Annie was wet with juices. She whispered to Johnny that she was ready.
She lay down on her back on the seat, with her head raised and leaning against the door. Her legs were bent and raised upward.
It was narrow and cramped in the back seat. Johnny stretched out on her.
His hot cock pressed against her smooth thighs. He kissed her on the mouth and on her breasts. He reached under himself and gripped his cock.
He rubbed the tip of his member against her pussy lips. The cock head split and spread the labia as it rubbed directly against her hot wet membranes.
Annie was as ready as she would ever be.
Johnny guided his cock head between her pussy lips. Her labia spread to the sides as he squirmed and pushed his hips forward, stuffing the cock head into her.
At first, she thought that he was too big, and that she wouldn't be able to take him inside her. Her heart beat wildly for an instant.
Annie knew it was too late to back out now. She felt like someone who climbs a very high diving board, stands on the edge, and looks down at the water, afraid to take the plunge. But she had to go through with it, had to know what it was like.
Johnny pushed into her. She gasped. A sharp pain shot through her pussy as his broad cock head bumped against her maidenhead.
The tender piece of tissue yielded but didn't break.
Johnny was sweating and grunting with effort. Annie's face was scrunched up into an intense expression. He gripped her soft smooth hips.
He was inside her. He thrust forward. She gasped. He thrust harder, not stopping as her gasps rose to a high, squealing wail.
Something tore inside her. Annie muffled her shriek by pressing her face into his shoulder. His cock tore aside the last shreds of her maidenhead.
Then he was inside her, all the way inside her. For the first time in her young life, a male member was buried deep between her legs.
Annie laughed and cried at the same time. Johnny was eager. Now that he had broken the fleshy obstacle which had blocked him, he fucked Annie hard and deep.
It was hot under the blanket. Annie felt like she was melting. There was a dull, throbbing pain in her pussy caused by her losing her cherry.
The pain was soon overwhelmed by the heat which rose inside her as Johnny's stiff cock thrust in and out of her pussy.
Annie wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Sweat covered his upper back.
Annie moved under Johnny. She lifted her sweating buttocks off the seat cushions to meet his surging thrusts. He was gasping and groaning.
He fucked her hard and fast. The gentleness he had shown her before he took her cherry was unnecessary now, and he thrust hard and deep and quick.
Annie felt like she was melting away. Sweat plastered strands of her hair to her forehead and face. Her eyes were glazed. She squeezed them shut.
Johnny groaned. His mouth opened into a gaping black hole as he gasped for breath.
He plunged his stiff member deep inside her and stopped moving. He was very big and thick. His cock twitched and quivered inside her tight pussy.
Semen spurted from his cock. It came in thick gushes, filling her.
Johnny's body went as rigid as his cock. His muscles were like stone as he came.
He gasped and groaned as his semen was pumped into Annie.
As the last throes of his orgasm died away, he collapsed on her. His moaning face was next to hers. Annie hugged him tight and ran her lingers through his hair.
She hadn't come. She had been close, but Johnny had climaxed too soon. She still felt nice, though. His semen felt soothing as it soaked into her membranes.
His cock was still hard inside her. After he rested for a few minutes, she wiggled her hips impatiently under him. Johnny reached under her and gripped her buttocks.
He fucked her again. This time it took him about ten minutes to come.
Annie had quite a night at the drive-in.
Much later, when the second movie was ending, and the sweat had dried on her body, Annie got dressed and went into the ladies room to freshen up.
She felt sore between her legs, like she had been riding a horse all day.
But the pain of her broken maidenhead was nothing compared to the satisfaction she felt at knowing that now she was really a woman.
Her days of girlhood were permanently gone, along with her cherry.
"And I've never regretted it," Annie said, concluding her narrative. "The only thing I wished is that I had done it much sooner!"
"Wow," Kim said softly. She sat with her legs folded, hugging her knees.
"That's really heavy," Kim said. "I'd be scared to do it, Annie!"
Annie patted Kim on the top of her head, then ruffled her sister's hair.
Annie said, "Don't worry about it, Kim.
Like I said, it's just like standing on the edge of a high diving board. All you have to do is take the plunge."
The sisters chatted for another half-hour. There was a renewed burst of noise from Claire's room. She and Steve were doing it again.
Kim dissolved in a burst of giggles. "Wow, that Claire is really something!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," Annie said thoughtfully. "I think I could teach her a few tricks."
CHAPTER TWO
Claire and Steve came downstairs. Steve had a loose, relaxed grin.
Claire had dressed hastily. Only two buttons at the middle of her blouse were closed, revealing the fact that she wore no bra.
Claire was tall and full bodied. Her jet black hair was cut short, and framed a distinctive face with high cheekbones and deep eye sockets.
Her pale green eyes were slightly glazed. Her red, full lips curved upward into a smile of satisfaction. Her hair was disarranged.
She had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, wide hips, and strong legs. Her breasts were heavy, but her shoulders helped support them and keep them firm.
She and Steve walked arm in arm to the front door. Their hips and thighs brushed as they moved. They clung to each other.
They turned to face each other and embraced. Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his.
Her breasts flattened and pushed to the sides as they met his hard, muscular chest. Steve reached down and put his hands on her bottom.
He squeezed and fondled her buttocks as they kissed. Claire ground her hips against his groin. Steve groaned as his cock twitched and stiffened.
Claire moved back and put her hand against his crotch. Steve's eyebrows lifted as she rubbed his stiff cock, which bulged in his trousers.
"Ummmm, I see that you're ready again," Claire murmured. "You're quite a guy, Steve. I don't know if I should let you go."
Steve apologized. He explained that he had borrowed his dad's car, and that he had to get it back home soon if he wanted to borrow it again.
Claire told him to give her a call anytime. He promised he would.
They kissed some more. Steve reluctantly pulled himself away. His sneakers padded on the front walk as he went down it to his car, which was parked at the curb.
He started up the engine. Claire leaned against the doorframe, watching him.
He honked the horn as he drove away. His car's red tail lights disappeared as he rounded the corner. Claire closed the door and locked it.
She paused by the living room, which was dark since the lights were turned off.
"Okay, Kim," she said. "You can stop hiding now and come out."
Claire spread her long legs, resting her feet shoulder-width apart. She rested her hands on her hips, and impatiently tapped her bare foot.
"Come on out, Kim. I know that you're in there."
After a moment, Kim got up from behind the sofa. She was shame-faced, sheepish, and blushing. "How'd you know I was in here?"
"You shouldn't have giggled so loud, Kim. That was the giveaway. Come here."
Kim studied Claire's face. "You're not mad, are you, Claire?""
"No, I'm not, although I should be. It isn't very nice to spy on people, Kim. Come on, come here into the light. I'm not mad. Come on, Kimmie."
Kim emerged from the shadows, into the light. She walked slowly, reluctantly. She hung her head and looked down at her feet.
Claire put her hands on Kim's thin shoulders. She stood almost a head taller than the younger girl. She smiled knowingly.
"That was very naughty of you, Kim. I've got half a mind to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking on your bare ass!"
Kim swallowed hard. "You-you wouldn't do that, would you, Claire?!"
"I should-you deserve it. And I could, if I wanted to. But I really can't be angry at you, Kim. It's only natural for a girl your age to be curious about what boys and girls do together. And you are curious, aren't you, Kim?"
Kim solemnly nodded her head up and down, signaling yes.
Claire smiled. "Of course you are. You're growing up fast, Kim. It seems like only yesterday that you were a skinny little tomboy with braces on your teeth. And now you're on the verge of becoming a woman."
Claire smiled, showing her white, even teeth. "One of these days, you and I will have to have a little chat, Kimmie. I'll tell you all about the facts of life."
"Oh, I already know all about them." Kim said.
"You only think you do," Claire said. "Anyway, you only know about it from what you've read or what you've heard. But there's lots I could teach you."
Claire looked at the clock in the hall. "It's getting late, Kim. I'd say it's past your bedtime. I promised your folks I wouldn't let you stay up too late."
"I'm not sleepy, Claire! Do I have to go to bed right now?"
"Maybe not. But you really should get ready. I'll tell you what, Kim. You get into your nightie. You can watch the television in my room until you get tired. That way, when you want to go to sleep, your room will only be down the hall, so you can hop into bed. Now, go upstairs and get washed and changed."
Claire hurried Kim on her way with a pat on her bottom.
Kim blushed as she hurried up the stairs. Her small, firm breasts jiggled under her pink sweatshirt, and her rounded buttocks rolled beneath her jeans.
Claire watched her until the girl reached the top of the stairs and went down the hall. Then Claire went into the den.
Annie was curled up in the recliner chair. Her arms were folded behind her head, lifting and arching her breasts. Her long legs were draped over the chair arms.
Claire said, "How are you doing, Annie?"
"Real good, Claire-but not as good as you, I bet."
Claire licked her smiling lips. "You'd win that bet hands down, honey."
"Steve's cute! Is he your steady boyfriend?"
Claire laughed. "No, of course not. I only met him a week ago."
"You two were mighty friendly for only knowing each other for a week."
"I don't believe in wasting precious time, Annie. And I don't have a steady boyfriend. That would cramp my style too much."
Annie said admiringly, "You're a wild one, that's for sure!"
"You'll never know how wild," Claire said. "Or maybe you will, if you're lucky!"
Claire and Annie locked eyes. After a silent, intense moment, Annie blushed and looked away. Claire had the good grace not to laugh.
She said, "I'm going upstairs now. I'm going to let your sister stay in my room and watch TV until she gets tired. Your room's all ready for you, so whenever you want to come up, go right ahead."
"Okay, Claire. I'm not ready to go up yet.
I'll stay down here for a while."
"Suit yourself. You're a big girl. You know where I'll be if you need me."
Claire said good night. She went upstairs, leaving Annie alone in the den.
Annie was excited. A friend of hers at school had laid some joints of some really good grass on her. Annie couldn't wait to smoke them.
She would go out on the porch, so the reefer smoke wouldn't fill the room with its tell-tale aroma. She opened her pocketbook and rummaged through it.
She took everything out of the pocketbook, emptying it. She couldn't find the reefers. She searched the lining, to see if they had fallen in there.
Suddenly, she remembered that she had left the joints in her other bag, the one she had taken to school today. That bag was in her bedroom at home.
"Oh, fuck!" she swore softly.
There was a sour, disgusted expression on her face. She had been looking forward all night to getting high, and now she couldn't.
Well, she could go over to her house and get the grass. After all, it was only next door. She wondered if her daddy and his wife were home yet.
Big Jim Barton was her dad. Annie and Kim's natural mother, Jim's former wife, had cracked up a year ago.
She had gotten sucked into one of those fanatical religious cults. Jim Barton stood it as long as he could, but he was a hard-headed, down-to-earth guy, and he had little stomach for the kooky religious cult which his wife had joined.
The cult required that she become a vegetarian and abstain from sex, to purify her immortal soul. Jim Barton stood it as long as he could before he got a divorce.
The court awarded him custody of the kids. Annie's mother couldn't have cared less. She was God-crazed and fanatically devoted to the cult.
The last that Annie had heard of her mother, the poor woman was making candles at one of the cult's centers in Akron, Ohio.
Annie didn't miss her at all. Her mother had always been a narrow-minded, intolerant woman who constantly nagged her and Kim, and their dad, too.
But Annie wasn't particularly pleased with her dad's new wife.
Jim Barton had met Caroline a few months ago. He was in his early forties, and Caroline was at least ten years younger than him.
It wasn't hard to see why Jim Barton had fallen for Caroline. She was a seductive sex-bomb, sleek and expensive, sophisticated and knowing.
Annie resented Caroline, seeing her as an intruder who had butted into the cozy family unit of Kim, Annie, and their daddy.
Kim got along better with Caroline than Annie did. Kim even called Caroline, "Mom", which Annie would never do. Annie called her Caroline.
Annie didn't care for the changes which Caroline had brought into the household.
After his divorce, Jim Barton lavished lots of love and affection on the kids.
He spent as much time as he could with them. Their weekends were fun-filled outings on which he would take them to movies, amusement parks, and on trips.
Jim Barton's bedroom door was never locked, and Annie or Kim could go in any time and visit with him. Lots of time he would come into Annie's room to tuck her into bed, and wind up spending an hour just talking with her.
But Jim had less time for the girls after he married Caroline. And his bedroom door was locked. He and Caroline spent a lot of time in there.
Sometimes, late at night, Annie could hear them making love.
Recently, in the last few months, Jim and Caroline had spent a lot of time with Warren and Gloria Lifton, their next-door neighbors.
The situations of the two couples were similar. Gloria was a good seven or eight years younger than her husband, who was around Jim's age.
Warren and Jim had always been good buddies. Gloria was very friendly with Jim, but quite frankly couldn't abide his first wife, whom she thought was a narrow-minded, fanatical, humorless prude.
Gloria immediately warmed to Caroline, who was smart and chic. The two of them instantly became fast friends.
The two couples spent most of their spare time together. They went to Broadway shows, dining and dancing. They even went on weekend trips together.
Annie knew why her dad wanted her and Kim out of the house tonight. Sometimes, when the two couples returned from a night on the town, they would drink and talk and joke until the wee hours.
Annie crossed the living room and pulled back a corner of the curtain and looked across the yard at her house.
Lights were burning inside it, just as Jim Barton had left them, to give the house a lived-in appearance and scare off burglars.
Her dad's car wasn't in the driveway. The foursome had taken Jim's car to the city. Annie reached a decision.
She went back into the den, sat down, and pulled her white sneakers on her bare feet. She pulled on her thin blue jacket.
She wondered if she should tell Claire that she was going next door.
Annie decided against it. Claire was as free and easygoing as could be about sex, but Annie didn't know if she felt that way about getting high.
There was an element of greed attached. Annie didn't want to have to share her reefers with Claire. And then there was Kim to think of.
Kim was a good kid, but she had a big mouth. If Kim knew that Annie had gone over to the house, she would be filled with curiosity, and want to know all.
Annie paused at the foot of the stairs. She could hear the sounds of the TV in Claire's room, and the low voices of Claire and Kim chatting.
Annie went through the kitchen to the back door. She opened it and stepped outside.
The night was cool and clear. She shivered in her thin jacket. It was late, well after one in the morning. She cut through the back yard.
She entered her house through the side door. It felt good to be home, and she wished that she was spending the night here, instead of next door.
She climbed up the stairs and went down the hall to her bedroom.
Just as she had thought, the joints were in her other pocketbook. She stuck them in her jeans pocket, along with a pack of matches.
She went back downstairs. Headlights from an auto shone through the windows, and gravel crunched under the tires of her dad's car as it entered the driveway.
"Oh, shit," she swore softly. She didn't feel like facing the four adults now, and explaining what she was doing in the house.
The headlights were turned off, and the engine was shut down. Car doors opened as the riders got out of the vehicle. Their laughter rang in the night air.
Red spots of color rose in Annie's cheeks as she burned with resentment.
She didn't understand why she and Kim couldn't have stayed here, at the house.
She guessed that her dad didn't want his daughters to see him and his new wife drunk-as if Annie could have given a good damn about that.
It was probably Caroline's idea, to have the girls sent next door for the night.
Annie paused in the kitchen. Its lights were off, and it was dark in there.
She would wait for the foursome to enter the house through the front door. Then she would make her exit through the back door.
The noise of their entrance would cover her exit, and she wouldn't have to confront them or explain her presence here.
She pulled the curtain back a crack. The kitchen window looked out on the front of the house. She saw the two couples lurch up to the front door.
They were drunk for sure, Annie thought. Disgusting.
Then she saw something which made her freeze in her tracks.
Her dad was climbing the front steps, his arm looped around the waist of the woman who leaned against him for support.
But it wasn't Caroline-it was Gloria Lifton!
Annie was shocked. There was a loud click as her jaw dropped in astonishment.
The fact that Warren Lifton was holding Caroline was a second, lesser shock. Annie couldn't believe her eyes. She was frozen to the spot.
There was a scraping sound as Jim Barton put his key in the front door and unlocked and opened it. The foursome entered the living room.
Annie came to herself. She whipped her head around and stared at the back door. But it was too late. She had missed her chance to get out.
Loud talk and female laughter rang in the living room.
Annie looked around frantically. Her heart hammered wildly against her chest.
The pantry door caught her eye. The pantry was large, like a closet.
She scurried across the floor on tiptoes, opened the pantry door, and ducked into it. There was a large space at the bottom of the pantry, below the lowest shelf.
She pulled the door shut just as somebody entered the kitchen and turned on the light. Strong light shone through the space at the bottom of the door.
Annie felt like she was going to be sick. The tension was incredible. She closed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly against her pussy.
That seemed to help relieve the tension somewhat, but not enough.
"You stay right there-I'll get the wine!"
Annie recognized Caroline's voice. High heels clicked across the kitchen floor as Caroline entered the room. Annie's heart beat even faster.
She was afraid that the wine was in the pantry.
Luckily, Caroline must have left the bottle out, since it was on the sink. Caroline opened a drawer and rummaged through it to find a corkscrew.
There was a keyhole in the pantry door. Annie took the risk of pressing her eye against it and looking out in the kitchen.
She could see Caroline standing by the counter near the sink. The angle of vision that the keyhole afforded her permitted her to see her step-mother only from the waist down. Annie recognized the smart, expensive dress which Caroline had worn tonight.
She could see Caroline's rounded buttocks pressing against the fabric of the dress, Caroline's long strong legs, Caroline's feet in their high heeled shoes.
"Hi there, pretty lady. Need any help?"
A newcomer entered the kitchen. It was Warren Lifton-Annie knew his voice, Just like with Caroline, Annie could only see Warren from the waist down. He wore gray slacks and shiny black shoes.
He stood next to Caroline at the sink. He repeated his offer of assistance.
Caroline asked, "What kind of help did you have in mind, Warren?"
"What kind do you need, Caroline?"
"Not what you're thinking," she laughed, "at least-not yet. If you want to give me a hand, you could unscrew the cork from the wine bottle."
There was a loud popping sound as the cork came free from the bottle neck.
"Bravo!" Caroline said. "You did that very well indeed, sir!"
"How about a reward?"
Warren came up in back of Caroline. His big hands rested on her hips, gripping them. Warren moved closer and rubbed his groin against Caroline's ass.
Annie was so startled that she almost gasped out loud.
"Ummmm," Caroline murmured. She swayed her hips from side to side, rubbing her bottom against Warren's cock and balls.
She took a step away from him. For a minute, Warren stood in profile, and Annie could see the impressive bulge which his stiff member made in his pants.
Despite her amazement at these scandalous goings-on, Annie had to admit to herself that Warren was quite well endowed between his legs.
Caroline's hemline came down to her knees. Warren gripped the hem and pulled it up to her waist, bunching it up. Her back was still turned to him.
A pair of flesh colored pantyhose covered Caroline's lower body from the waist down. Beneath them, she wore panties.
Caroline's waist was narrow. It flared outward at her full, alluring hips.
She had a perfect heart-shaped ass, a pair of rounded globes, ripe and curving, without an ounce of fat on them.
Her legs were long and strong, with muscular thighs and shapely calves. The high heeled shoes she wore accented the contours of her legs.
Annie couldn't help feeling twinges of jealousy. She, Annie, was a nubile teen. But Caroline was a full-grown, voluptuous woman.
Sure, she could see why her dad had fallen so hard for Caroline. He was a healthy, red-blooded guy, and Caroline was built like a centerfold pinup girl.
She could also see why Warren Lifton was attracted to her, too.
It was shocking that Caroline would permit somebody who wasn't her husband to treat her body with such familiarity.
For all her fancy airs and high-toned attitudes, Caroline was nothing but a slut.
Another, even more disturbing thought struck Annie. If Caroline was behaving like this with Warren, then what was her dad doing with Gloria, Warren's wife?
Warren slipped his fingers between the elastic waistband of the pantyhose and Caroline's bare flesh. Caroline sighed and wiggled her hips.
Warren peeled the pantyhose down off her bottom, lowering it past the soft curves of her ass cheeks. Caroline spread her feet wider apart.
The lowered pantyhose formed a flesh colored roll across the smooth tops of Caroline's thighs. Caroline's flesh was like ivory.
A pair of white silk bikini panties were stretched tight across Caroline's hips. The skimpy panties barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
Warren pulled her panties down, too. Annie could see the tufted hairs of Caroline's pussy below the rounded globes of her ass.
"Beautiful, just beautiful!" Warren murmured.
He got down on his knees. Now Annie could see him clearly.
Warren Lifton was in his early forties. Like Jim Barton, Warren was physically fit. But Jim was built like a heavyweight boxer, while Warren had the lean build of a marathon runner. His muscles were wiry.
He had a lean torso, narrow hips, strong legs. He wore a three-piece gray suit, a white shirt, and a blue and white necktie.
His face was long and bony. His light brown hair, thinning slightly on top, was combed straight back. His high forehead denoted intelligence.
He knelt behind Caroline, with his head on a level with her bottom.
He gripped her hips in both hands, and rubbed his face against her buttocks.
The soft globes of flesh rippled and jiggled as he buried his face in them. Warren closed his eyes. He looked entranced by pleasure.
He planted hot, wet kisses on Caroline's bottom. He stuck out his tongue and laid it on her bottom and licked broad wet lines across it.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Caroline sighed, "that feels nice."
Annie was more shocked than ever. She had gone to bed with many boys, and older guys from the college, too, and none of them had ever kissed and licked her bottom. A hot flash of jealousy pierced her.
There had only been a couple of guys who had ever gone down on her pussy with their mouths, and they made like they were doing her the biggest favor ever.
And here was Caroline, her step-mother, a married woman, married to her dad, and she was having her bottom licked and kissed by the man next door!
What's she got that I haven't got? Annie angrily asked herself.
"Hey, you two., what's going on in there?!"
That was Jim Barton's voice, coming from the living room. But he wasn't mad, he was laughing and joking. Gloria laughed along with him.
"Save that stuff for later!" Jim called. "Bring us that wine!"
"Yes, my lord and master!" Caroline called back to him.
Warren lifted his face from her bottom. It was red and grinning. Saliva was smeared on it. Saliva glistened on Caroline's bottom.
"We'll resume this later," Caroline promised She pulled up her panties and pantyhose, and let her dress fall back down, covering her to her knees.
She and Warren got four wine glasses from the cupboard. They took the glasses and the wine bottle into the living room.
Annie steamed silently in the darkness of the pantry.
So this was what her dad and the others did when they thought they were alone!
Well, Annie had found out their little secret. And she would find out a lot more, too, as soon as things quieted down in the living room.
Time passed slowly in the pantry. She could hear muffled laughter and talking, but she couldn't make out what was being said.
Finally, her burning curiosity got the better of her. She silently got out of the pantry and crawled across the floor so she could see just what the foursome were doing in the living room.
She didn't think about being caught or about her little sister Kim and Claire. She had forgotten all about the joints in her pocket.
Only the bizarre behavior of her beloved Daddy and his slut wife was on her troubled mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Annie crept out of the pantry closet and lay flat on her belly on the floor.
Caroline had switched off the light when she and Warren had exited the kitchen.
Annie lay in the shadows, light filtering in through the open archway.
The noise from the living room had subsided somewhat during the time Annie spent in the pantry. Occasional soft laughter or chatter sounded.
Annie inched her way across the floor. She was conscious of every sound she made, from the light scraping of her belt buckle against the linoleum, to the beating of her heart, which sounded loud to her although she knew the others couldn't hear it.
Annie crawled to the archway, and pressed her body against the wall, so that she was hidden behind it. She peeked over the edge, into the living room.
Jim Barton, her daddy, was a big man in his early forties. His light brown hair was cut close to his scalp, giving him a military look.
His face was wide, with a lot of jaw and a blocky chin. His eyes were gray and there was a ridge on his nose where it had been broken during a college football game.
He was in top shape, with broad shoulders and thick arms. His chest was wide and muscular, with a square-shaped torso.
There was a slight softness at his belly, the result of too much good food and drink. Despite that, he was solid and powerful.
A coating of brown hair covered his body, his back, shoulders, belly, and arms.
He sat on the sofa. His tie and jacket and shirt were off, and he was naked from the waist up. He wore a pair of navy colored slacks. His feet were bare.
Gloria Lifton sat on his lap.
Gloria was in her middle thirties. In her youth she had been a champion amateur figure skater, and had won a number of prizes for her form.
Her form on the ice wasn't as good as it had been when she was a fanatically dedicated teen sports player, but her physical form was as good as ever.
Her body was in excellent shape, without a trace of sag or softness that didn't belong. She was five and a half feet tall.
She had thick auburn hair which was shot through with red highlights which looked like streaks of copper in an ore deposit.
Constant dieting and weight watching had given her a perfect female physique. It also had given her a permanently lean and hungry look.
She had sky blue eyes, cool as fields of glacier ice. The contrast of her blue eyes with her reddish-brown hair was very striking.
Her lips were full and sensual, covered with a scarlet lip gloss which made them look as though they had been freshly painted.
It was early in the summer, and she had already gotten quite a bit of sun. Her face and neck and arms were lightly tanned by the sun's rays.
Gloria wore a clinging pale green dress, made of a gauzy, silken fabric which clung to her curves. Her breasts were high and firm and full.
Her rounded bottom pressed against Jim's groin. She perched sideways on his lap, her long legs dangling, one of her high heeled shoes slipping off so that her heel was free from it, and her toes were inside it.
Jim's arm snugly circled her trim waist, holding her close.
Caroline and Warren were together, kissing.
Caroline was in her early thirties. Everything about her was abundant-her masses of shimmering black hair, thick and glossy; her shining dark eyes; her full red lips, which were sensually pouting; her breasts, oversized mounds of flesh which jiggled under her dress; her wide hips; her rounded thighs, and her long luscious legs.
She and Warren kissed with open mouths. Their jaws worked as they rubbed their tongues together, tasting each other's mouths.
Caroline sat with her long legs crossed, right leg over left leg.
Her skirt had ridden up to the tops of her thighs. Warren's hand was on her thighs, stroking them, pushing the skirt up ever-higher.
As she kissed him, Caroline unbuttoned his shirt. Her long fingers had sharply pointed nails which were painted red, like they were covered with blood.
Her lipstick was the same shade. Traces of it had smeared around Warren's mouth.
Jim Barton had some friends in the entertainment world. Once, he had arranged for Annie and Kim to go backstage at the set of a successful Broadway musical.
Annie had been amazed to go behind the scenes. She walked behind the painted canvas backdrops of the sets. These massive squares of canvas were painted with realistic scenes on the side which faced the audience.
However, the other side was merely blank canvas, patched, stretched across a framework of boards and stapled down to them.
Now, as she watched what the foursome was doing in the living room, Annie felt as though she had once again gone backstage, behind the stage set of her dad's life, behind the disguise of seeming normality and conventionality he presented to the world at large.
This is the way that things really are, Annie told herself.
This was the way adults-including her father!-acted when they were by themselves, and there were no outsiders to see them as they really were.
The wine bottle was empty, and drained glasses were set down on the table. The foursome had their hands full with better things than wine glasses.
Jim hugged Gloria and squeezed her waist.
She rested her hands on his broad bare shoulders and rubbed them caressingly. Jim pulled her to him.
Their open mouths met and locked together, their tongues thrusting and rubbing.
"Ummmm," Gloria murmured appreciatively as she kissed.
She closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together. Jim's hand dropped into her lap. Gloria's eyes were closed and her face was red and heated.
Caroline unbuttoned Warren's shirt from top to bottom. She pulled the shirt tails free from his waistband, reached into the shirt, and caressed his flat belly.
Jim put his hand on Gloria's breasts. She murmured and kissed him harder.
He fondled and kneaded her breasts through her dress. The yielding mounds of soft flesh rippled and jiggled as his big hands caressed them.
He eased her off his lap and stood up beside her. Gloria pressed her front against his, . wrapped her arms around his upper back, and rubbed her groin into his.
He rested his hands on her back as he kissed her. They dropped to her buttocks and clenched them, one in each hand. He cupped and lifted her buttocks.
Keeping one hand on her bottom, he moved his other hand to the top of her dress, at the back of her neck. His thick fingers found the tiny zipper.
He pulled the zipper down, opening the dress from her shoulders to the small of her back.
Caroline's hand covered Warren's groin. Annie saw that his member bulged bigger than ever in the crotch of his pants.
Caroline fondled the stiff cock through the folds of fabric.
Warren caressed her breasts. Caroline's nipples were out-lined against the fabric. As his fingers touched her, her nipples got longer and larger.
Jim Barton took Gloria's dress off. She held out her arms and he pulled the sleeves free and clear of them, then tugged the dress down off her hips.
Gloria stepped out of the dress. Jim bent down, picked it up, put it aside.
Gloria's breasts were cupped in the lacy support of a frilly white bra. Its shoulder straps were lace bands. The bra cups were elaborately embroidered.
She wore a white satin half-slip, which came down from her waist to her knees.
Her legs were bare-Gloria wore no pantyhose.
Jim caressed her breasts. He rubbed his hand over the soft tops of them, where they emerged from the frilly white bra cups.
Her body was well tanned, too, and was a slighter lighter shade of bronze than her face and arms. Her breasts jiggled inside their cups as Jim fondled them.
Warren removed Caroline's dress. Her heavy breasts strained against the white satin cups of her brassiere. The bra was specially reinforced and underwired to give adequate support to a woman of her impressive bustline.
Jim stopped kissing Gloria. They stood side by side. His arm was around her waist, and her hips brushed against his. They faced Warren and Caroline.
Jim said, "Warren, I think it would be an excellent idea for the ladies to finish undressing each other." His voice was slightly slurred from intoxication.
"Yes-that would be an excellent idea." Warren's face was red and swollen with lust. A thin coating of sweat lay on his face and upper body.
Jim patted Gloria's bottom. The redhead was eager and excited.
Caroline's dark eyes smoldered. Her wide mouth, whose corners tilted slightly upwards, giving her a wanton look, was bold and hungry.
Her red lips parted to allow her pink tongue to slide out from between them. The tongue tip glided over her lips, moistening them, making them gleam.
Gloria and Caroline walked to each other. Caroline moved like a big cat, her body rippling with controlled predatory power.
Gloria had a slighter build, and moved more gracefully, like a dancer. Her figure skating days had included much training in ballet to build style and grace.
Gloria and Caroline halted, facing each other, standing about a foot apart.
Caroline greedily reached out and embraced the redhead. Her ivory arms wrapped around Gloria's golden back as she pulled her close.
Their breasts in their bras met and touched first, followed by their lips an instant later. In this exchange, it was Caroline who was the more aggressive and dominant partner, while Gloria was more submissive and yielding.
Gloria closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and tilted her head back to be kissed.
Caroline's red-lipped mouth clamped over Gloria's. Caroline thrust her tongue into the redhead's mouth, probing it, tasting the sweetness of her saliva.
Jim said thickly, "I'll get the bed ready."
The sofa was the convertible kind, and folded out into a big bed. Jim pulled off the padded seat cushions and placed them down on the floor.
He folded out the bed to its full length. It was large, and took up a good deal of space. The mattress was covered with a white linen mattress cover.
Still kissing Gloria, Caroline reached behind the redhead's back. Her red-nailed fingers deftly unhooked the tiny snaps at the back of the bra strap.
The back strap came undone. Caroline broke off the kiss.
Gloria opened her eyes. They were glazed and dreamy. She seemed to be in a trance, a haze of erotic pleasure. Her lips curved upward in a slow smile.
Caroline slid the bra's straps off Gloria's shoulders. She pulled the lacy cups free from Gloria's breasts, which tumbled out of them.
Gloria's breasts were high and firm. The white outline of the bikini top she had worn while tanning was imprinted on her flesh.
There were two white triangles on her breasts, were the bikini cups ahd been, and a pair of thin vertical lines formed by the bikini's support straps.
The rest of her upper body was that tawny golden glowing color.
Her nipples were long, with neat round roseates. Both nipples and roseates were bright pink. The nipples were puckered and stiffly erect.
Gloria sighed as Caroline fondled her bare breasts. Caroline took hold of a nipple and gently rolled it between her fingers.
She lowered her head to Gloria's bosom. Her puckered lips touched down on a nipple and kissed it wetly. She sucked the nipple between her lips.
Caroline sucked and licked the nipple. Gloria fondled Caroline's shimmering black hair, which fell across her white back like a curtain of shadows.
Caroline took one nipple from her mouth and prompty substituted Gloria's other nipple for it.
After a moment, Caroline lifted her head and stood up straight.
Gloria's fingers shyly rubbed Caroline's breasts through her satin bra cups.
Caroline, looking directly into Gloria's eyes, spread her feet shoulder width apart, reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and took it off.
Caroline's heavy breasts jiggled and rippled as they tumbled free from her bra cups. She tossed the bra over the back of a chair.
Her nipples were large, the size of pink thimbles. Her roseates were oversized, wider than silver dollars, covering a good portion of the tips of her breasts.
Caroline cupped her breasts in her palms and lifted them, offering her breasts to Gloria. There was a look of need on Gloria's excited face.
Gloria rubbed her face back and forth across the breasts, her eyes closed.
Caroline fed her nipple into the wide O formed by Gloria's open mouth.
Gloria made soft sucking sounds as she nursed at Caroline's breast.
Something softly thudded against the carpeted floor. It was Jim Barton's slacks, which he had just opened and pulled down off his hips.
He stepped out of them. He wore a pair of white boxer style shorts.
His stiff cock bulged thickly in the crotch of them. The shorts had an opening in the center. Through the opening, Annie caught glimpses of the fleshy, stiff cock which made the shorts bulge outward like a tent.
Annie was glued to the scene. She couldn't have moved to save her life.
Jim pulled down his shorts, and Annie saw her daddy's nakedness.
The sight was burned into her mind. She had often seen her dad lounging around in his bathing suit at the poolside, but she had never seen him totally nude.
Annie involuntarily closed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight when she saw how big her daddy was. Jim Barton was thick, hard, and ready.
Freed from the confines of his shorts, his cock stood straight out.
It was long-close to eight inches. The broad fleshy head looked like a mushroom cap, except that it glowed a heated orange-red.
His heavy balls were swollen in a tight hairy sac. He was hairy all over, but the thickest tangle of hair was his pubic bush.
It was like a matted thicket of black hairs, dense as a jungle.
His cock bobbed and swayed as he padded over to Gloria. For a big man, well over six feet tall, he moved with surprising lightness on his feet.
He came up behind Gloria and embraced her. She wiggled her bottom, but continued to lick and kiss and suck Caroline's breasts.
Jim tugged her white slip down off her hips. It fluttered to her ankles.
A pair of filmy, gauzy, skimpy white silk panties were stretched tight across Gloria's hips. Her buttocks were high and firm and rounded.
The panties were so thin that they were semi-transparent. Gloria's dark bush could be seen through the fabric which pressed against her pussy.
Jim slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband and took down the panties.
There was a break in the golden tan of her lower body, where she had worn a bikini bottom in the sun. It formed a white triangle of flesh on her hips, matching the outline of the bikini top which left her pert, pear-shaped breasts white.
Jim pressed his groin against her buttocks. His red stiff cock rubbed her ass cheeks. It rose and stood upright so it was sandwiched between his flesh and hers.
Caroline disengaged Gloria's mouth from her breasts.
Bright smears of Caroline's saliva glistened on Caroline's stiff nipples.
Caroline got down on her knees, so that her head was level with Gloria's pussy.
She rested her hands on the redhead's hips. Gloria's pubic bush was a dark brick red. Her pussy lips were rose colored and fleshy and intricate.
Caroline's nostrils flared. Her hot breath rustled through the tightly coiled silken hairs covering Gloria's pussy.
Gloria moved her feet wider apart, opening her thighs, opening herself to Caroline.
Caroline kissed Gloria's pussy. She extended her tongue and licked the labia.
Jim reached in front of Gloria and held her breasts. He fondled and kneaded them, stroking them lightly, playing with the stiff nipples.
Caroline pressed her face to Gloria's pussy and thrust her tongue between its lips.
Gloria sighed and moaned as the tongue entered her. At the same time, Jim leaned into her, back and forth, rubbing his hard cock against her soft bottom.
Warren joined the group. He, too, was naked. He was lightly haired, with lean hips and long bony legs and well defined wiry muscles.
His cock was longer than Jim's, but thinner. It jutted straight out from his hips.
Jim gently led Gloria away from Caroline. Gloria was slightly unsteady on her feet, as though her knees were too weak to support her body weight.
Caroline's mouth and chin were wet. She smacked her red lips, savoring the taste of Gloria. She turned her head and saw Warren's stiff cock looming in front of her face.
She smiled lewdly. Warren grinned down at her. She moved around on her knees so that she faced him. Her breasts bobbed as she moved.
Warren rested his hands on her head. He toyed with strands of her black hair, and caressed her forehead and her cheeks.
Caroline took his member in hand. Her long fingers closed around it, so that only the red bullet shaped head of the cock emerged from her fist.
Warren was stimulated. When Caroline gave his member just a little squeeze, a single pearly drop of semen oozed from it.
Caroline extended her tongue and lapped it up.
She licked his cock head, covering it with saliva, rubbing her tongue tip against the tiny hole in the tip of his penis.
Her tongue moistened her lips, which she opened wide to take Warren's cock inside.
He squirmed as she took the cock head into her mouth. Caroline rubbed it against the slippery, sleek roof of her mouth.
He was deep in her. His cock remained lodged in her mouth after she took her hand off it and placed both her hands on his lean hips.
Her red puckered lips pressed against his shaft. She worked her tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft, working on the soft node of flesh which was right below the rim of his blunt-tipped cock head.
Warren wrapped strands of her hair around his hands.
His buttocks were tightly clenched. He moved his hips forward and backward.
His cock glided over her puckered lips. The smooth insides of her lips caressed his member. Caroline could feel veins throb in his member.
Warren held her hair so that twin strands of it rose like horns from her head.
He rocked back and forth, fucking her in the mouth.
Gloria lay on her back on the fold-out bed.
Jim was on top of her. He knelt facing her feet, so that his groin was above her upturned face, and his head was poised over her pussy.
Gloria reached up, making contact, touching him, her hands gliding over his hairy muscular thighs, his firm bottom, his strong torso.
His stiff, jutting cock rushed and rubbed her face. Gloria took hold of his thick member and guided it into her mouth and sucked it.
Jim gasped with pleasure as his cock head was enveloped by her hot moist mouth.
His hands rested on her smooth warm thighs. Gloria spread her legs, opening herself to him. He stroked her thighs as he lowered his head.
He kissed her pussy. He rubbed his face across her tufted pubic bush.
Jim moaned and his face scrunched up in an expression of delight as Gloria slurped and sucked his member. She fingered and fondled his swollen, sensitive balls.
He planted his mouth on her pussy lips. His tongue dipped between them, splitting and spreading them. She was wet and hot inside.
His tongue glided over her membranes, tasting her juices. Soon his nose and mouth and chin were wet with her juices and his saliva.
He glided his tongue up her dripping slit and pressed the tip of it against her clitoris. It was a throbbing button of flesh rolling in her natural oils.
His tongue massaged and caressed her clitoris.
Gloria moaned from what his mouth was doing to her pussy. Since Jim's cock was planted deep in her mouth, her moans vibrated up his shaft, making him squirm with added pleasure. Gloria's thighs trembled beneath his hands.
Gloria lifted her buttocks from the mattress and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy in response to the surging rhythms of Jim's tongue.
Looking up from her quivering pussy, Jim saw Gloria's tiny toes curling up.
He tongued her harder. Her moans vibrated along his cock like deep bass tones coming out of a pipe organ in church.
Gloria was thrashing beneath him. He pinned her hips to the mattress and held them down while his tongue ruthlessly excited her pussy.
Gloria climaxed. Even with his cock filling her mouth, her gasping moans were loud in the living room. Her pussy contracted convulsively as she orgasmed.
Jim lifted his lips from her pussy and waited for her to recover slightly.
He stopped holding back, now that she had come. He let go.
Semen gushed into Gloria's throat. Her body still trembled from her orgasm, but she pressed her puckered lips against his shaft and sucked hard.
Her mouth milked the come from him as it was pumped into her mouth. Her throat muscles flexed as she swallowed, gulping the semen down as it spurted.
Warren held Caroline's head in both hands, keeping it in position while he thrust his stiff red cock in and out of her lips.
When he pulled back, only his cock head remained in her mouth. When he thrust forward, Caroline took it deep, so that his cock head bumped the back of her throat.
She cupped his swollen balls in her palm and fingered them delicately, with a touch as light as a feather. Sweat streamed down his gasping face.
Warren went rigid and stopped moving when his cock was planted deep in Caroline's throat. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim Barton lifted his wet face from Gloria's pussy.
His eyes were dark glittering slits in a red face creased by an expression of intense pleasure. He sighed and gasped for breath.
He kept his cock in Gloria's mouth long after he stopped coming.
He lifted himself on his hands and knees, pulling his cock out of her mouth.
It was still erect, its throbbing red shaft oiled with semen and saliva.
Gloria puckered her lips and sucked the knobbed cock head as it popped out.
The stiff cock dangled over her face. She licked and kissed it.
Standing near the fold-out bed, his cock planted in Caroline's throat, Warren shuddered with the exquisite sensation of being sucked off by her.
When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, it was red and rubbery and flexible.
A strand of semen clung to Caroline's chin. She scooped it up with her finger, stuck her finger in her mouth, and licked it clean.
Warren hooked his hands under her arms and helped her to her feet.
"Still wearing your panties?" he said. "We can't have that!"
He got down on his knees. The head of his dangling cock was inches away from the carpet. He took hold of a fold of Caroline's panties between his teeth.
He pulled his head downward, which tugged the panties off her hips.
As his head lowered, her panties slid down her smooth, polished thighs.
Warren released the panties. They fluttered to Caroline's slender ankles.
Caroline's pussy was heavily bushed, the tangled soft hairs as black as coal.
Her pussy lips were a flower of flesh, a thick-lipped pink orchid between her legs.
Warren placed wet, lingering kisses on Caroline's pussy.
He reached behind her and gripped her bottom. He held one of her smooth buttocks in each hand. His licking tongue glided over her labia.
Caroline smiled. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, partially hooded by her eyelids, giving her a vaguely Eastern or Oriental look of mystery.
Her hips swayed from side to side as she rubbed her pussy agaisnt Warren's mouth.
Jim, her husband, lay side by side with Gloria on the bed.
Gloria was stretched out. Her legs were open, and Jim fingered her pussy.
His fingers were covered with her juices, which sloshed wetly when his middle finger penetrated her labia and glided deep into her.
Jim beckoned to Warren and Caroline: "Come over and join the party!"
Warren pulled his face from Caroline's pussy. Tiny crystal beads of his saliva clung to her pussy hairs. Her labia were wet, gleaming.
He kissed her pussy once more and stood up. Caroline caressed his thighs.
They held hands as they walked to the bed. Jim and Gloria reached for them.
The telephone rang.
Annie was so startled by the sudden ringing of the bell that she jumped as though she had been jolted by an electric shock.
The phone was in the kitchen, and its jangling sounded like a bomb exploding.
In the living room, the foursome froze and looked at each other.
Gloria whispered, "Who could be calling at this hour of the night?"
"I hope it's a wrong number," Jim Barton said.
The phone rang once more.
"Well, somebody had better answer it!" Caroline nimbly hopped off the bed.
Her breasts bounced heavily as she hurried into the kitchen.
Annie was paralyzed. Her mind was stuck like a jammed machine. It issued dozens of frantic commands, but she couldn't obey any of them.
Harsh light dazzled Annie's eyes as Caroline flicked on the switch.
Caroline reached for the ringing phone on the hook when she saw Annie.
Annie still lay flat on her belly. She looked up at Caroline.
Caroline stared down at her, an expression of surprised disbelief on her face.
The phone kept ringing, but she didn't answer it. She was frozen in position, her breasts dangling as she reached with arm outstretched for the phone.
Jim Barton filled the archway. He saw Caroline's shocked face first.
He followed Caroline's gaze downward, to the floor. "Annie!"
Annie only wanted to crawl away and die somewhere.
The phone rang insistently. Caroline snapped out of her trance and picked it up.
"Hello?" she said. "Who's this? Hello, Claire, darling. Is something wrong?"
From the living room, Warren called, "What's the trouble, Jim?"
"We've got a minor problem here," Jim Barton said, "but nothing we can't fix."
Jim made no attempt to cover his nudity. His member was semi-erect, thick, and dangling. Annie's eyes widened as she stared at her daddy's genitals.
Jim saw where she was looking. A tight, grim smile crossed his lips.
Annie lifted her front off the floor and rose on her hands and knees. Her long brown hair fell forward, onto her red face.
Not taking his eyes off his daughter, Jim asked, "What does Claire want?"
Caroline covered the mouthpiece of the receiver with her palm.
"Claire just found out that Annie wasn't in her house," Caroline said. "She called to tell us, and see if Annie was here."
"She's here, all right," Jim Barton said.
Claire spoke into the phone, "You're a little late, Claire. Yes, Annie's here. Yes, she came at a particularly untimely moment. I'm sure you know what I mean, dear."
Caroline continued, "No, dear, Annie won't be coming back to your house tonight."
She looked to Jim for confirmation. He shook his head, signifying yes.
Caroline said to Claire, "Yes, we'll be keeping her here, Claire. No, no, it's no problem that Jim and I can't straighten out."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep Kim there, with you, Claire. Let her stay with you for the rest of the night. I'm sure you'll take the very best of care with her."
"Well, thank you anyway, dear. Don't blame yourself. This is Annie's doing, and she's going to be punished, you can count on that."
"Tell Kimmie that her daddy and I send her lots of love. And I'll be talking with you tomorrow morning, Claire. Really, everything is under control."
Caroline asked her if she wanted to speak to her parents. Claire said no, that the reason she called was to see if Annie had gone next door.
Caroline said good night and hung up the phone.
Annie sat with her back to the wall. Her eyes were moist, and her chin trembled from the effort of holding back fearful tears.
"I'd say you got a real eyeful, didn't you, Annie?" Caroline said.
Annie tried to speak. She had difficulty in forming the words at first.
"I-I didn't see anything, Caroline, honest I didn't!"
Caroline laughed with disbelief. "You're in enough trouble already, Annie. Don't add to it by lying. This is a very serious situation, young lady."
Caroline and Jim loomed over the teenager, who felt small and suddenly weak.
Jim and Caroline were a pair of magnificent physical specimens. Their forms blocked the light and their shadows fell on Annie's frightened face.
Jim said quietly. "I'm disappointed in you, Annie. I thought that you were above being a sneaky little peeping torn!"
"Oh. Daddy, I'm so sorry!" Her face scrunched up, squeezing fat tears from her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks. "I wish that I had never seen anything!"
"But you did see something, Annie," Jim said. "You saw plenty."
He turned to Caroline. "Go in and tell Warren and Gloria what happened. Tell them that there's nothing to worry about, that I've got a handle on things."
"What are you going to do, Jim?" Caroline asked.
"Annie's seen too much for things to go back the way they used to be. That means that we all have to progress to the next phase, all of us."
Jim continued, "You know what we've been talking about, in relation to the girls and us, Caroline-the plans for the future we've made?"
"Yes, of course." Caroline's eyes shone brightly with lust.
"Well, we'll just have to carry out those plans. We'll push our timetable ahead, and start the program right now. Right here and now."
Jim patted his wife's bottom. The pat turned into a caress.
Caroline smiled wickedly as Jim fondled her soft buttocks in front of her step-daughter. Annie, embarrassed and confused, looked away.
Jim said, "It's a little late for false modesty now, Annie. Just like Pandora, you opened something which can't be so easily closed."
He said to Caroline, "I think everybody could use a drink-not including Annie, of course. Why don't you fix the drinks, Caroline?"
"Be glad to," she said.
"I want to be alone with my daughter for a bit. And Caroline-I don't intend to let this break up our party."
"I was hoping that you wouldn't, Jim. It would be a shame to spoil it."
Caroline got a fresh bottle of wine and took it into the other room.
Annie heard Warren and Gloria asking Caroline what was going on. Caroline answered in a low voice, so Annie couldn't hear what was being said to her.
"Get up off the floor, Annie." Jim leaned over and extended his hand.
Now that Annie had been caught in the act, she felt incredibly mortified. She choked with humiliation. Jim took hold of her hand.
Her white hand looked very small in his. He helped her to her feet.
The pressure of his hand guided her across the kitchen to the table.
Jim pulled out a chair. "Sit down, Annie. We have to talk."
Annie sat down on the chair. She looked small, huddled, as though she were trying to shrink in on herself and make herself smaller.
She closed her legs and kept them pressed tightly together. She looked down at her feet and studied the pattern her shoe laces made weaving through the eyelets in her sneakers.
Jim sat down on the other side of the table. Caroline's, Gloria's, and Warren's voices mixed together in a babble from the living room.
Jim breathed heavily, sighing. "Well, Annie.;, what do you have to say?"
Annie looked up at him. She felt slightly less uncomfortable, now that her daddy's lower body, his cock and balls, were hidden beneath the table.
"Please don't hate me, Daddy!" She started to sob.
"I don't hate you, Annie, so don't be foolish. You know Daddy loves you."
"Do you, Daddy?" Annie wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Of course I do. You're my little girl, and nothing could make me stop loving you, not ever. Caroline loves you, too."
"Yeah, I bet." Annie glared resentfully at the archway leading into the living room.
"She does. You've never given her a chance, Annie."
"She hates me!" Annie said. "I know it! She hates me, because she wants you all to herself!"
"Instead of sharing me with you and Kim?" Jim said.
"Oh, that's not what I mean, Daddy!" Annie could have wept with frustration. "It was so good when it was just the three of us, you and me and Kim! Things were so wonderful then! I want them to be like they were!
"You flatter me, Annie. But it's greedy of you to resent Caroline. She's a part of my life, an important part, just like you and Kim are. Look at Kim-she doesn't dislike Caroline. The two of them get along marvelously."
"Kim's just a kid," Annie said.
"And you're not? Kim might be younger than you, but she never pulled a stunt like this!"
Jim thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "We're wandering pretty far afield, Annie. Let's get back to basics. You've presented me with a sticky problem."
He continued, "You've not only violated my privacy, and Caroline's privacy, but the privacy of Warren and Gloria as well."
"We're adults, and we play adult games which shouldn't concern a girl your age. But now, you've made them your concern. This has got to be settled."
"What am I going to do with you, Annie? Should I send you away to boarding school, far away from here? Would that make you happy?"
"Oh no, Daddy! Please, please don't send me away! I love you and I don't ever want to leave you! I'd die if you sent me away!"
"Well, something will have to be done, Annie. I'm extremely upset by your behavior. You've really let your dad down. I hope that I can still trust you to keep your mouth shut about the things you've seen."
"Daddy, Daddy, I swear that I'll never tell anybody-anybody!"
"I wish I could believe that, child."
"Daddy, I promise! If I ever breathe a word to a living soul-a word-then you can disown me and send me away forever!"
"I think I believe you, Annie. That's good. It takes a weight from my mind, and gives me a wider range of options in dealing with you."
He leaned forward. "How long have you been inside the house, Annie?"
"Since you came home, Daddy," she whispered. "Honest, I didn't mean to spy on you! I came over here to pick up some things to bring over to next door, and you came home just as I was leaving!"
Jim Barton studied his daughter for a moment. "You know that I'll have to punish you, Annie. I can't let you get away scot-free for this."
"What-what are you going to do, Daddy?!"
"I've never believed much in corporal punishment, but if ever there was a situation where it was required, this is it."
"I don't care what you do to me, Daddy-only please don't send me away!"
"Come over here, Annie. Come to me." The chair legs scraped as Annie pushed back from the table and stood up.
Jim Barton pushed his chair back, and turned it to the side. Once again, Annie was confronted by the spectacle of her naked father.
Jim Barton stood up. Annie was a tall girl, but he stood a head and a half higher than she did. Annie was very conscious of his physical presence.
She wanted to look down, but when she did, she saw his thick cock.
Quickly she looked up, and fastened her gaze on his chest.
Jim said, "Lift up your arms, Annie, high over your head."
"Why, Daddy?"
"You've seen all four of us adults in the nude. It's only fair that your clothes be removed, so you'll be in the same condition as the rest of us."
"Daddy!" Annie was profoundly shocked. "You're not going to undress me?!"
"That's just exactly what I intend to do, child."
"Daddy, I can't-not in front of Caroline and the Liftons! Oh, Daddy!"
Jim smiled. "So-it's the prospect of being naked in front of the others that you're afraid of-but you don't mind being that way just with Daddy."
"Please don't make me take my clothes off, Daddy! I'm afraid!"
"You saw and still see your daddy in' the nude. You saw what I do when I think I have privacy. You violated my privacy, and the privacy of the other three in the living room. For starters, it seems only fair that you experience the same thing."
"Don't give me any more trouble, Annie," he rumbled warningly. "I'm already quite cross with you as it is. I'll use force on you if I have to."
Annie sniffled. Her face was red and burning as she lifted her arms.
"That's my good girl," Jim said, patting her bottom.
He took hold of her red shirt and pulled its tails out of her jeans. Reaching for her top button, he opened her shirt from the top down.
As the red shirt was open, Annie's breasts were revealed. Jim peeled back the shirt, exposing her front. "Not wearing a bra, I see."
"N-no, Daddy, I'm not."
"A girl with your kind of build doesn't need a bra, eh?"
Jim pulled the shirt off her body and laid it on the table. Annie's nipples puckered and stiffened when her breasts were exposed.
Her nipples were so stiff and throbbing that they ached her. She crossed her arms over her breasts, trying to hide her nipples.
"Ah-you don't like to show yourself, do you, Annie?" He took hold of her slender wrists and pulled her hands down to her sides.
"You don't have to hide yourself, dear, not from Daddy. Don't forget, I've seen you naked from the time you were an infant. There were plenty of times that I changed your soiled diapers. I helped toilet train you. No, you've got no secrets from me, Annie."
"And now, thanks to your spying," Jim added, "I don't have any secrets from you, either. Well, maybe a few, but they don't concern you-not yet."
"Maybe that's the way it should be, Annie. After all, the psychiatrists are always saying how a person should be open, and how there should be communication among families. Now that you've come this far, you might as well find out the rest."
"But I don't want to know, Daddy!"
"But I do want you to know-and to know you. In a way, Annie, you're right. I suppose that we have drifted apart in recent months, and we're not as close as we used to be. But Daddy is going to fix that. We'll be closer and more loving than ever."
Annie blinked through her tears. "Do you-do you really mean that, Daddy?"
"Before morning comes, you'll know that I mean it."
Jim reached for the top of her jeans. "Kick off your sneakers, Annie."
Annie took them off. The linoleum was cool against the soles of her bare feet.
Jim unsnapped the catch of her jeans. He took hold of the tiny zipper and pulled it down. Annie's pink panties were visible through the open flaps.
Annie felt weak and lightheaded, like she was going to faint.
In all her life, she had never known this kind of excitement. Her belly was churning inside. She shivered, but not because it was cold.
Jim tugged down her jeans. He had to yank sharply on them, since they fit her so tightly. He pulled them down her thighs and let them fall to her feet.
Without being told, Annie stepped out of them and kicked them off.
Her panties were low-cut, and the top fringe of her silken bush peeked out over the waistband. Annie started to pull her panties higher up.
"No," Jim said, "don't do that. You're going to be uncovered, just like the rest of us. You act like I've never seen you without your clothes."
"But this is different, Daddy!" Annie wailed.
"Yes, this sure is different." Jim breathed heavily. "Things can never be the way they were before tonight, Annie. You have to know that."
Annie started crying again.
Jim said, "Things won't be the same, but they can be better than ever. But you have to trust your daddy and love him like you never have before."
"I do trust and love you, Daddy!"
Jim pulled down her panties. Annie gasped as they fell down her ankles.
Instinctively she tried to cover her pussy. Jim caught her hands and pulled them behind her back. He pulled Annie down on his lap.
Her soft buttocks pressed against his groin. Annie's eyes widened as she felt his cock begin to stir and move with life against her flesh.
Annie trembled. Jim held both her wrists in one of his big hands. Having her arms behind her back caused her pert breasts to lift and thrust forward.
Jim's fingertips on his free hand glided soothingly across her smooth slender thighs.
"You're a beautiful girl, Annie, just beautiful."
"Am I beautiful, Daddy?"
"Radiant." He slid his palm over her thighs, with broad, rippling strokes.
He whispered, "I'm going to ask you something, Annie. Don't lie or try to cover up. If you he, I'll know it. When you watched all of us in the living room, what was running through your mind? Whisper it into Daddy's ear."
Annie moved her mouth so that it was next to Jim's ear.
"I-I can't say it, Daddy! I'm too ashamed!"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, child. Say it!"
Annie closed her eyes. That helped her to speak. "When I saw you, saw you and Mrs. Lifton-Gloria-when I saw you together, with what you were doing to each other ... I wished that it was me in Gloria's place!"
Her voice broke as she made this admission. She wailed and buried her face in Jim's broad shoulder. He released her wrists and hugged her tightly.
She felt safe and secure, wrapped in his strong arms. Her body trembled and shook with sobs. Her tears wet her daddy's flesh.
Jim patted and soothed her. After a moment, her choking sobs faded away.
Jim pushed back her soft brown hair, uncovering a pink shell-like ear.
He moved his mouth close to her ear. His hot breath disturbed her.
He whispered, "Do you know what Daddy is going to do to you, honey?"
"No, Daddy, I-I don't know."
"Yes you do." He stuck out his tongue and licked the inside of her ear.
Annie gasped and squirmed on his lap. Her gasp was even louder as she felt his cock stiffen and become hard and throbbing against her buttocks.
"You're Daddy's little girl, aren't you, dear?"
Annie wrapped her arms around his neck. It was a thick bull neck, corded with thick lines of muscle and pulsing veins and tendons.
"I love you, Daddy, more than anyone else in the whole world!"
"I love you, Annie." He kissed her forehead. "I love you like a daddy, and I love you like a lover."
"Daddy-Daddy, this isn't right! Is it?"
"Daddy will decide what's right and wrong, little girl. Daddy knows best. You just let me worry about that. Don't bother your pretty little head over that."
"But-what about Caroline?"
"Caroline loves you too."
"You mean-like she did with Mrs. Lifton?"
Jim nodded yes.
"Daddy, I couldn't! I just couldn't! Not with a woman! Not with her!"
"Caroline loves you, Annie. And I know that you're going to love her back. You will love Caroline, won't you, Annie?"
It was a command, not a question.
Annie surrendered completely. Events had gotten way beyond her control. She was like a passenger in a runaway car-all she could do was hold on for the ride.
In a soft voice, so soft that Jim could barely hear it, Annie said, "I'll do whatever you want me to do, Daddy. Anything. Anything at all."
"I love you, Annie, but I love Caroline, too. When you please her, you please me. I want you to show her the same respect and obedience you show me."
"If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it," Annie said.
"That's only one of the things that I want you to do, Annie. But right now, I want you to do something else. I want you to give Daddy a great big loving kiss!"
He pulled her to him. His mouth crushed against hers. She opened her mouth when she felt his tongue seeking entrance. He thrust it deep in her mouth, frightening her with the force of his desire, exciting her in a way she'd never known before.
Annie felt her Daddy's tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. She opened her mouth and sucked at it hungrily, suddenly feeling an urgent desire to take her Daddy inside of her ... all the way inside.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kim was sleeping in Claire's bed.
She lay on her side with her legs curled, a blanket wrapped around her.
She wore a pale pink nightie which covered her from her shoulders to her ankles. Her small feet were bare, and stuck out of the bottom of the blanket.
Claire's bedroom was good-sized and box-shaped. There was a large bed with a white wood frame, two dressers, a desk, two chairs.
The television provided the only light in the room. The volume was turned down so that it couldn't be heard, but the picture was on.
Claire came upstairs from the kitchen, where she had made the call to the Barton residence when she discovered that Annie was gone.
Claire wondered what was going on at the other house right now.
She wondered what would happen to Annie. Annie was very pretty-but Kim was even more luscious, to Claire at least.
Claire had a taste for nymphets. It was only one of many unorthodox appetites she possessed, or which possessed her.
She stood in the open doorway of her room, looking at Kim.
Claire entered her room, She flicked on a lamp on the night table.
It was a low-wattage bulb, and cast a soft, dim light, nicely atmospheric. Claire shut off the TV. The picture vanished and the screen went dead.
Kim lay on top of Claire's made bed, but not between the sheets. She lay on the sheets and blankets, with a smaller blanket pulled over her.
Claire undressed. The low, intimate lighting added a glowing sensual tone to her fine body. She took off her blouse and skirt.
She leaned over the bed and gently shook Kim's shoulder.
Kim stirred sleepily. Her eyes were blurred with sleep. She yawned, stretched.
"What time is it, Claire?" she murmured.
"Time for bed," Claire said. She looked at the clock on her night table. "It's almost three o'clock in the morning."
The blanket fell to Kim's lap as the girl sat up.
"Guess what?" Claire said. "Annie isn't here. She went over to your house."
"Why'd she do that?"
Claire shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway, she's going to sleep over there. But you can stay here, with me. I think that'll be fun."
Kim scrutinized Claire's body. Her gaze covered Claire's face, her stylish hairdo, her heavy firm breasts, her womanly hips, the thick bush of chestnut brown hair between her legs, the fleshy pussy lips, the long legs.
Claire smiled when she realized that Kim was staring at her.
Kim said, "You've got a great body, Claire."
"Well, thank you, Kim! That's very sweet of you to say so."
"I wish that I was built like you."
"You have nothing to worry about, Kim. You're a beautiful girl!"
"I'm so skinny, though," Kim said. "I wish that I was, well, you know, bigger in the bust. I'm very small," she confessed shyly.
"Don't be silly, Kim! That's perfectly normal for a girl your age!"
"I don't know," Kim said. "When Annie was as old as me, she already had pretty big tits. And lots of the girls in my grade are already real big."
"When Annie was your age, which wasn't so very long ago, Kim, she really wasn't bigger than you. She might have seemed that way to you, but she wasn't."
"Do you think that Annie's pretty, Claire?"
"Very."
Kim paused. "Am I pretty, Claire?"
"No." Claire waited a second, just long enough for Kim's face to fall. Then Claire said, "You're not pretty, you're beautiful!"
"Oh, I am not!" Kim was self-conscious but very pleased.
"Yes you are." Claire's breasts dangled as she leaned over the bed.
She put her hands on Kim's smooth cheeks and kissed the girl's forehead.
Claire said, "I'll tell you what, Kim-since Annie won't be here, there's no need for you to be all alone in the guest room. Stay here with me."
"I'd love to, if you think there's enough room."
"There's plenty. As you can see, this is a big bed. Besides, with you around to protect me, Kim, I won't be scared to be alone."
"Stop teasing me, Claire," Kim giggled.
"Get off the bed for a second, honey, so I can pull down the blankets."
Kim slid her legs across the bed, placed her feet on the floor, and stood up.
Claire folded back the blankets, exposing the white linen sheets.
"There we are, all ready to go!" Claire patted the mattress.
Kim sleepily rubbed her eyes. She got in between the sheets.
Claire got in beside her, Her naked body rustled against the shining sheets.
Kim asked, "Don't you wear any pajamas or a nightie, Claire?"
"To go to bed? No. I sleep in the raw. It feels so much better."
Claire pulled the sheets and blankets up to her and Kim's chest.
She reached over to the night table. Her breasts arched and lifted as she found the switch for the lamp and shut it off.
The room was in darkness. The only light came from the few dim rays from the outdoor street light which leaked in through the edges of the curtains over Claire's windows. Claire snuggled under the blankets.
"Gee, this is fun," Kim whispered. "It's like a slumber party or something."
The sheets smelled fresh and clean. They should have been, since Claire had stripped the bed of the sweat-damp, semen-stained sheets which she and Steve had writhed passionately on. Those sheets were now in the hamper.
The shadowed darkness, which dulled her vision, magnified Claire's other senses.
She could hear Kim's soft slow breathing, and the beating of her own heart. From outside, in the distance, came the muted sound of night drivers.
Claire's naked flesh was warm against the sleek cool sheets. Her body felt sensitized, so that she could feel the heat from Kim's thin body.
Claire said lightly, "I almost forgot to kiss you good night, Kim."
She rolled on her side, facing Kim. Kim lay on her back.
Claire leaned over Kim, her pulse racing. Her bare breasts nuzzled the younger girl's arm as she leaned forward. Claire lowered her head.
Her soft lips pressed against Kim's smooth cheek.
She moved her mouth until it was over Kim's. Her lips pressed softly on the younger girl's. She fondled Kim's soft hair, which fanned out on the pillows.
She kissed Kim lightly-at first. As the seconds passed, Claire increased the pressure. She slipped her tongue between Kim's lips and ran it over her teeth.
Kim gasped with surprise. When her mouth was open and gasping, Claire thrust her tongue into it, and probed her mouth, rubbing Kim's tongue.
Kim stiffened beneath her. Claire rolled on top of her, her superior weight holding her down. Kim was slight and slender beneath her.
After an instant, Claire broke off the kiss, but stayed on top of Kim.
Kim whispered, "What are you doing, Claire?!"
"I like you, Kim. I like you a lot. And when I like somebody the way that I like you, I do what I can to make her feel good."
Kim didn't say anything, but she didn't push Claire off her, either.
Claire took that for a sign of encouragement. "You should have a higher opinion of yourself, Kim. I wasn't kidding when I said that you were beautiful. You're a real little heart breaker!"
Claire fondled Kim's hair, playing with the smooth soft strands.
Claire rubbed Kim's shoulders, then put her hands on Kim's breasts.
Kim's breasts were small and budding little mounds of flesh, slight bumps rising up from her chest. Claire fingered them through the nightie.
"You might think that these are small, but they are beautiful, Kim."
"I'm afraid, Claire!"
"Of what?"
"I-don't know."
"Of me?" Claire asked. "Are you afraid of me, Kim?"
"A little bit, I guess."
"Why? Do you think that I would do anything to hurt you, Kim?"
"No. No, I'm sure you wouldn't."
"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that! I would never hurt you, Kim. I only want to make you feel good-to make you feel better than you've ever felt before."
Kim's breasts felt warm, even through the thin fabric of her nightie.
Claire fondled the breasts slowly and gently, with a light touch.
"Don't you like me, Kim?"
"Sure I do!"
"Then why don't you show it? Kiss me back. Close your eyes, if you like, and pretend that it's your boyfriend who's kissing you."
"You kiss better than any of the boys I've been with," Kim confessed.
Claire laughed softly. "That's not the only thing I can do better than them!"
"Huh? What do you mean, Claire?"
"I'll show you. But first, let's get you out of that nightie."
Claire pulled back the blankets and got off Kim. Her eyes were accustomed to the dimness, and she could see much better now.
Kim sat up. Claire gripped the hem of Kim's nightie and pulled it upward.
"I can take it off by myself, Claire."
"But I want to take it off for you. I like doing things for you, Kim."
Kim's profile was silhouetted against the rectangle of pale light which was the window.
Claire said, "Lift your little bottom off the bed for a second."
Kim lifted herself while Claire pulled the nightie up to her waist.
She caressed Kim, rubbing the backs of her hands against the girl's smooth warm flesh as she pulled the nightie off her completely.
There was a soft thud as the nightie fell to the carpeted floor.
Claire ached to turn to the light on, so she could feast her eyes on Kim's lovely little body. But she felt that even the softest light might fracture the erotic mood of the moment. People do things in the dark which they wouldn't do in the light, Claire knew from experience. The light might intimidate Kim.
Besides, there was a better way than sight to explore Kim's body-and that way was by touching. With her hands ... and her mouth.
Kim sank back down on the mattress, yielding to the soft subtle pressure of Claire's hands. "I feel really strange, Claire."
Claire snuggled close to her and pulled the blankets over them.
Her fingers glided over Kim's soft skin, raising shivers and goose bumps whereever she touched. Kim's little breasts were like ripe, fresh plums.
The breasts rippled under Claire's knowing hands. Kim's nipples puckered and stiffened. Claire smiled to herself in the dark at this evidence of arousal.
She rolled the nipples softly in her fingers, gently squeezing them.
"There ... now, doesn't that feel good, Kimmie?"
"Ummmmmm, yes, it does! Claire?"
"Yes, honey?" Claire continued her gentle stroking of the breasts.
"I know what you want from me-what you want to do to me."
"I want to do this, Kim." Claire kissed Kim's nipple.
"And I want to do this." Kim's other nipple received the same oral attention.
Kim said, "You want to make love to me, don't you, Claire?"
"I am making love to you, Kim, you beautiful child!"
"Make love to me," Kim said. "Kiss me some more, please!"
Kim wrapped her thin arms around Claire's neck and pulled her down.
Claire stretched out full length on Kim's body. This time there was no intervening fabric of the nightie between their flesh.
Claire's heavy breasts grazed and nuzzled Kim's tiny mounds of flesh.
Claire kissed Kim hard on her open mouth. Her tongue was aggressive as it thrust into Kim's mouth, tasting, probing, licking and exploring.
Kim rubbed her tongue against Claire's.
"I'll kiss you all over," Claire whispered. "I'll cover you with kisses!"
Her lips pressed a line of kisses down Kim's swan-like neck. Claire glided her tongue across the younger girl's smooth shoulders.
Kim lay passively on the bed, her breath betraying her excitement as it came in shallow panting gasps. She shivered with excitement.
Claire lavished oral love on Kim's breasts. She nuzzled the small soft mounds, rubbing her face from side to side against them.
Kim's tiny nipples were stiff as pebbles. They were surrounded by Claire's loving lips. which gently nibbled and caressed them.
Soon both of Kim's breasts were covered with Claire's saliva.
Kim's satin-smooth flesh felt hot, feverish.
Claire extended her tongue and pressed its tip against the hollow between Kim's breasts. She left a wet line as she licked her way downward.
Claire parted Kim's legs with her knees. She sat back on her heels. The blankets and top sheet slid off Claire's rounded back and dropped to the foot of the bed.
Claire's naked flesh tingled as it was exposed to the cooler air.
Her head was held over Kim's pussy. Kim's elegant little body was a pale white blur in the shadows of the room.
Claire rested her hands on Kim's narrow hips. The pelvic bones were prominent and jutting. Claire traced their shape with her caressing fingers.
Claire placed her palms on Kim's soft inner thighs. She pushed them to the sides, opening the girl up for her. The flesh was smooth as silk.
Kim whispered, "I feel so strange, Claire-like I'm on fire!"
Claire pressed her lips to Kim's pussy and kissed it.
Kim's pussy lips were thin, soft, delicate.
Claire's tongue explored their shape. The lips were like the petals of a flower.
Kim whimpered softly as Claire continued to lick the labia. She lay with her arms at her sides and her legs open and her eyes closed.
Claire lifted her wet face from Kim's pussy. After a moment, Kim shyly asked her if something was wrong. No, said Claire, everything's right.
"Then-why did you stop?" Kim asked, puzzled.
"I want you to tell me that you want it, Kim. I want you. I want you to belong to me. I want you to be my girlfriend. Only I'll do more for you than any boy ever could. But I want you to say that you want me."
"I've never felt anything like this," Kim said. "Please don't stop, Claire!"
Claire kissed her pussy. "You're a virgin, Kimmie."
Kim covered her eyes with her arm. "Yes, Claire."
"You've never been with a boy-or a girl."
"Never."
"I'm so glad that it's me who'll be the first to have you," Claire said. "Do you ever play with yourself, Kim? With your little pussy? Hmmmm?"
"No, Claire, I don't, really!"
"Ah, don't lie to me, Kimmie!" Claire's fingers fondled the wet labia. "Don't tell me that you don't touch yourself and make yourself all hot."
"Well-sometimes," Kim admitted.
"Well, starting right now, I don't ever want you to do that again, Kim! Any time that you feel all hot and bothered, you just call me up. I'll take care of your needs from now on. You just call me, whenvever you want me."
Claire made Kim promise to obey her instructions.
Satisfied, Claire returned to the delightfully erotic task of arousing this young girl. She fastened her lips on Kim's pussy.
Her tongue pressed harder and more insistently now. Kim moaned as the long wet tongue massaged her pussy lips, making them glow with pleasure.
Kim's pussy was a delicate flower, Claire decided. Her tongue peeled back the petals and dipped inward to taste the sweet, thick nectar inside the flower.
Kim cried out as the tongue entered her.
Claire pulled it out. "Is something wrong, Kimmie? Are you hurt?"
"No!" Kim said breathlessly. "No, Claire! It just felt so intense that I couldn't help myself! Please, please don't stop!"
"You better hang on to yourself, because you're going to feel a lot more intense sensations than that before too long!"
Claire dipped her tongue back inside. Kim was hot and wet and tight.
Secretions dripped from the velvety membranes. Claire's lips nuzzled Kim's pussy lips as she pressed her mouth down to get her tongue deep inside.
The juices tingled on her tongue. Claire tasted fresh and sweet.
A light, fragrant aroma rose up from Kim's pussy, musky and rich.
Kim gasped and moaned as the tongue filled her and fondled her.
Claire reached up across Kim's flat tummy and fastened her hands on the girl's small breasts. She gripped them so that Kim's stiff little nipples protruded in the spaces between Claire's spread fingers.
Claire worked her tongue up Kim's dripping pink slit. Her face was wet with the girl's juices. Her tongue licked upward, contacting the clitoris.
Kim writhed when the tongue burrowed between the labia and pressed against her clitoris. Her clitoris was a perfect little pearl of flesh.
Her pussy was very lightly haired, with a soft downy covering of sandy silken hairs forming a lightly matted tuft.
Claire rubbed her tongue over the clitoris.
Kim moaned faster and faster, her cries rising in volume as Claire pressed her tongue harder down on the clitoris.
Kim's legs jerked. Claire took one hand off the girl's breasts and used it to hold Kim's slim hips down on the mattress, whose bedsprings creaked with their movements.
Claire's tongue ached, but she wouldn't stop until she made Kim climax.
Kim's lungs wheezed like bellows as she gasped for breath. At the end of every breath, her voice broke with a faint wailing cry.
The cries became louder and longer with each passing second.
Claire pressed the smooth wet insides of her puckered lips against the throbbing clitoris. She sucked it up so that it was held between her lips.
Kim's cries increased. Claire increased the pressure of her grip holding down Kim's quivering hips. She whipped her tongue across the clitoris.
Kim couldn't withstand more than a few seconds of such erotic treatment.
She climaxed. Her slender body went rigid, like marble. She shook like she was vibrating to pieces. Her outcry of passion was close to a shriek.
Claire felt the virgin's pussy quivering and contracting against her mouth.
Kim sat up, shivering and shaking Claire released the clitoris from her lips.
Kim crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself. Then, writhing, in orgasm, she flopped back on the mattress with a loud gasping moan.
The tension left her body. It was now limp as a wet rag. Kim moaned dreamily, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open.
Claire was pleased. The all-important first step was taken.
Kim was hers. She would give the girl a chance to rest and recover from the devastating force of her orgasm. Kim was now laughing and crying at the same time.
Later, Claire would turn on the light, and give herself the pleasure of examining closely the angelic face and exquisite little body of her latest female conquest.
Before this night was over, she would teach Kim how to give pleasure, as well as receive it.
While Kim shuddered with ecstasy, Annie writhed in pain and humiliation.
She was stretched face down across her daddy's lap. She was being punished for her act of snooping by being spanked in front of the adults.
They all were naked-the four adults and Annie.
She lay on Jim Barton's lap. Her hands were behind her back, and he held both her wrists in one of his big hands pinning them to her back.
His other hand was vigorously spanking her quivering bottom.
Annie's naked breasts rubbed against his hairy, muscular thigh.
His leg was looped around her slender ankles, so she couldn't kick and thrash.
Tears spilled down her red face and spattered on the floor.
Her buttocks glowed a dull red color from the spanking he had already given her. He was a big man with a strong, hard-hitting hand.
He spanked her slowly and deliberately. Her buttocks rippled whenever the open hand smacked down on them. She grunted from each separate impact.
Annie's bottom ached. But a thousand times worse than the pain of the spanking was the supreme humiliation of being punished in such a childish fashion in front of the adults-especially in front of Caroline.
When her daddy had held her on his lap in the kitchen, and stroked her, and told her that he loved her Annie thought that he-well, she was so confused by the erotic sensations flooding her body, that she wasn't sure what he would do to her.
She wasn't sure what she wanted. She guessed that in the back of her mind she really wanted her daddy to acknowledge that she was a woman and not just his little girl-that she was sexy and nubile-that she could satisfy him better than Caroline ever could.
When she felt his cock harden under her soft buttocks, becoming a massive erection, she thought that her daddy would become-her lover.
But it hadn't worked out like that. Despite the rigid rod of flesh which had grown as a result of rubbing against her buttocks, Daddy was still mad at her.
He told Annie that he was serious when he said she would be punished.
Jim Barton eased her off his lap and stood up. His stiff cock stood out straight from his hips. Annie wanted to stare at it, but she demurely lowered her eyes.
Jim took her by the hand and led her toward the living room.
Annie dug in her heels, rebelling. Did the others have to see her like this?
Daddy answered her with a stiff swat across her bottom. It scared her more than it hurt her. He hustled her into the living room.
Annie was overwhelmed by the sight of so much naked flesh surrounding her.
But her own nudity intimidated her. She couldn't help but compare her own form with Caroline's voluptuous physique, or Gloria's superb athletic body.
Annie hung her head and stared at the floor. Before she looked away, she had seen Warren, Gloria, and Caroline staring at her.
Jim Barton explained to the others that since Annie had seen them in the nude, he thought it only fair that they see all of her.
For her naughty, sneaking act of spying, Annie would be punished. She would be given a good old-fashioned spanking across his lap.
Annie wailed with dismay. She hadn't expected anything like that!
She whined in protest, but fell silent when Daddy spoke sternly to her, and reminded her that bad little girls should be seen and not heard.
Jim Barton said that while he generally didn't believe in the use of corporal punishment, here was one case where a spanking was clearly indicated.
Warren said that he and Gloria had spanked Claire until she was well into her teens. He felt such treatment had aided her in growing up into a fine, loving daughter.
Gloria added that while she hated to punish her child, she loved to kiss and comfort the girl afterwards. That was the best part of it all, she said.
Caroline said that in her opinion Annie was long overdue for a spanking, and that she would be more than glad to give it to her.
The adults were laughing and joking, but their comments only disguised a heavy, brooding atmosphere of sexuality. It was like the heavily oppressive stillness which precedes a violent electrical thunderstorm.
CHAPTER SIX
The trio of Warren, Gloria, and Caroline reclined on the fold-out bed.
They had a front row seat for Annie's punishment. Their naked flesh clung caressingly together, and each of the trio was constantly touching and fondling the others.
They sat with their backs supported by the back of the sofa, and their legs extended on the bed. Their long limbs were tangled together.
Jim Barton, holding Annie's thin wrist, led her to a nearby arm chair.
He sat down. His erection had somewhat subsided, but his member was still hard.
He put his hands on Annie's hips and turned her so that she was facing him.
"You know why you're being punished, don't you, Annie?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"You'll have to raise your voice, child. I can hardly hear you, and I'm sure the others can't." Jim's face was stern and self-assured.
Annie glanced over her shoulder. Warren, Gloria, and Caroline were leaning forward, avidly watching every detail. Annie's pouting lower lip trembled.
"Daddy," she whispered, "I know that I deserve it, but does it have to be here, in front of everybody? Daddy, it's so humiliating'"
"Good. That's what it's supposed to be. When we. were engaged in our own private affairs, you didn't have the decency to mind your own business. But now that it's your turn, and the shoe is on the other foot, you don't like it much, do you?"
"They've seen me naked, Daddy! Do they have to see me being spanked, too?!"
"Yes, Annie, they do. Now, stop all your nonsense, little girl."
Annie moaned in humiliated dismay as Jim Barton pulled her across his lap.
The soft undersides of her breasts rubbed his thighs. He effortlessly shifted her into position, moving her bottom into place for the spanking.
Annie felt like she was a child all over again. Despite her humiliation, there was a secret satisfaction in this punishment.
She was in her daddy's arms, touching his flesh. Even if it was for punishment purposes, it was still better than being ignored.
She whimpered as his hand rested on her bare bottom.
Jim patted her buttocks, then kneaded and fondled them. He pulled her closer to him, and slipped one arm around her slender waist to hold her in place.
He raised his hand and brought it down hard.
Annie cried out. She hadn't been spanked in years, and she was unprepared for it. Her buttocks stung where her daddy's heavy hand had hit her.
Daddy spanked her hard. As the stinging open-handed swats reddened her bottom, Annie cried out and wiggled on Jim's lap.
Her hips and pussy pressed against his groin. Annie was so involved with the spanking that she hardly noticed Daddy's penis stiffening under her.
He was tireless. His hand came down again and again. Her eyes moistened and blurred with tears which spilled down her red cheeks.
She begged for mercy, for him to stop. He ignored her pleas.
His cock was hard beneath her. The friction of her satiny flesh and silky bush rubbing against his member had stimulated it into a raging erection.
Annie's torment was increased by the mocking laughter and jokes of the other three adults.
Finally, his hand stopped smacking her sore bottom.
Annie sniffled and panted for breath. Her sobs made her breasts tremble.
Her bottom was throbbing and burning. Annie felt drained, exhausted.
Jim Barton announced, "That's it for now, young lady! I see that this is what you've been needing all along! I promise you that you'll be spanked again, whenever you misbehave. No matter how old and grown-up you think you are, to me you're still my little girl! Whenever you need it, I'll take you over my knee and warm your bottom!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Annie whimpered. "I'll be a good girl from now on!"
"We'll see."
Jim Barton eased his daughter off his lap.
Annie stood up and wiped the tears off her face. She looked over her shoulder to examine her bottom.
Her rounded buttocks glowed a deep, blushing red. Daddy had spanked her thoroughly, from the small of her back to the bottom curves of her ass cheeks.
Annie put her hands on her buttocks to rub some of the soreness out, but they ached so much that she pulled her hands back quickly.
The four adults enjoyed another laugh at her expense from that.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Annie?"
It was Caroline who spoke. Her eyes were wide and fascinated, and bright red spots of color shone on her cheeks.
She wasn't in the least embarrassed by the presence of Gloria's head resting on her naked bosom, or by Warren's hand, which nestled between her legs.
Caroline smiled thinly. "You've neglected to thank your daddy for taking the time and trouble to correct his wayward little girl."
Annie swallowed her sullen resentment at the seductive brunette beauty.
"I'm sorry, Caroline," she said. "I didn't think of that."
"That brings up another point which has been bothering me, Annie," Caroline said. "I think it's highly disrespectful of you to address me by my first name. From this moment, you will address me as 'Mommy'."
Caroline grinned at the teen's discomfort. "If you forget this new rule, Annie, I'll aid your memory by spanking you. And I won't do it barehanded, like Daddy did-I'll use my leather strap on your bottom, miss!"
Annie nearly choked on the words. But Daddy was watching her carefully, studying her reaction, and Annie knew he would be furious if she defied Caroline.
"That's much better, dear," Caroline said. "You know, I'm starting to like the way things are going around here! Catching Annie playing at being a peeping torn might be just what this family needed to get back on the right track!"
"Oh, I'm sure of that," Gloria murmured, her head still resting on Caroline's breasts. She stuck out her tongue and licked Caroline's nipple.
Annie turned to face Jim Barton. "I'm sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy."
His eyes twinkled warmly-ardently. "That'a all right, honey. Bad girl or good girl, you're still Daddy's little darling, and that's what's important."
Annie smiled through her tears at this proof that he was no longer mad at her.
Jim said, "And now, it's time that a girl your age was safe in her own bed. Before I take you upstairs, I think you should apologize to everybody."
Annie humbly and politely begged the other three adults to forgive her.
"I do believe that your personality is changing for the better already, Annie," Caroline said. "This is going to start a whole new era for us, I'm sure."
She beckoned Annie to her. "Now, come over here and give Mommy a big kiss!"
Annie's jiggling bottom ached as she crossed the living room floor.
Gloria sat up, and Warren removed his hand from between Caroline's legs. Annie couldn't help but notice that his fingers gleamed wetly with her juices.
Annie came around to the side of the fold-out bed. Caroline lolled indolently on it like she was the Queen of the Nile.
"That was some spanking your Daddy gave you," Caroline said. "Turn around and show us your backside, so we can have a better look at it."
Annie turned so that her back faced Caroline. Caroline's breasts dangled as she leaned forward and put her hand on the red buttocks.
Annie flinched and gasped when her beaten bottom was touched.
"My, my, you're still hot to the touch!" Caroline chuckled. "But don't worry, dear. Mommy will kiss it and make it all better."
Caroline patted Annie's hips. She pressed her lips against Annie's bottom and planted wet kisses all over the buttocks. Annie gasped.
"That's all for now, dear girl," Caroline said. "Now, Kiss Mommy good night."
Annie turned around. She felt literally lightheaded and delirious from the combined humiliation and reduction to childhood she had undergone.
Caroline reached up and pulled Annie's head down to her.
"You are a lovely girl," Caroline murmured. Her red nailed fingers circled Annie's breast and squeezed it. Annie moaned with shocked surprise.
Caroline said, "For all your weeping and wailing, that spanking couldn't have been all that bad, Annie-you must have enjoyed it!"
Caroline's fingertips lightly pinched Annie's nipple. Annie realized for the first time that her nipples were stiffly, throbbingly erect.
Warren and Gloria laughed at the teen's blushing confusion.
Caroline pressed her open mouth on Annie's. For an instant, Annie considered keeping her jaws firmly shut when she felt her step-mother's tongue pressing against her teeth.
But rebellion would be futile, and would only result in swift punishment.
Besides, Annie wasn't so sure she wanted to rebel. Caroline would be a dangerous enemy. It would be much wiser to stay in her good graces.
So, Annie opened her teeth and permitted Caroline's probing tongue to thrust deep into her mouth. Caroline hugged the girl and kissed her hard.
Another pair of soft hands caressed Annie's trembling thighs.
Annie saw that it was Gloria who caressed her lower body.
When Caroline finally broke off the kiss, Annie was pale and breathless.
"That's enough for now, honey," Caroline said. "But we'll have to finish this some other time. I'll show you just how loving Mommy can be!"
"I'd like that-Mommy," Annie said.
"You'll love it," Caroline assured her. "Now, kiss Aunt Gloria and Uncle Warren good night. Since we're all so close, I consider them part of the family."
Gloria reached eagerly for Annie. A thrill shot through the girl as she saw the hungry, lusting expression on Gloria's face as it moved closer to her own.
Gloria kissed her urgently, her strong tongue wiggling against Annie's.
Once more Gloria's fingers glided caressingly over Annie's thighs.
After being kissed so passionately by the pair of older women, Annie was almost relieved to be kissed by Warren Lifton.
He kissed her like a lover, not like an uncle. Annie saw his cock, which was limp but thick, spasm and stiffen as he kissed her and fondled her breasts.
When he released her at last, and she straightened up, Annie half-expected the trio to pull her down on the bed and make violent love to her.
She wouldn't have resisted, either. She was ready for it.
But then big Jim Barton stood beside her. He slipped his arm around her waist.
"How do you like my little girl?"
"I love her," Gloria said. "I'd like to take her home!"
"That could be arranged," Caroline said. "We'll discuss that later."
Jim said, "Well, folks, it's way past Annie's bedtime. I'm going to take her upstairs and tuck her into bed. I might be up there with her for quite some time, so please don't wait for me."
He exchanged amused glances with the three adults. He said, "I'm sure that you'll all find some way to keep yourselves entertained."
"We'd be even more entertained," Gloria said, "if you and your darling little girl stayed down here and joined the party!"
"We'll do that sometime very soon," Jim assured her. "But it's been a long, and I'm sure exhausting, day for Annie. Besides," he chuckled, "after all is said and done, Annie's heart still belongs to her daddy."
"Her heart-and the rest of her," Caroline said. They all laughed, except Annie, who only fidgeted and blushed deeper.
Jim Barton led his daughter away. "See you later, everybody!"
He turned and looked over his shoulder and winked at them.
He escorted Annie to the stairs, his arm around her waist. Annie sighed and leaned against the big man. She felt safe and secure.
Jim and Annie climbed the stairs and vanished from sight.
Caroline squirmed on the bed. She closed her thighs and squeezed them tightly together, rubbing them against her pussy lips.
"Jesus!" she moaned. "Watching Annie get spanked really turned me on! Christ! I'm so wet that I'm dripping!"
"Let me check on that," Warren said.
"Sure, see for yourself." Caroline spread her legs. Warren lowered his head to her pussy, pressed his mouth against the lips, and thrust his tongue inside.
Caroline moaned as his tongue burrowed into her. Her thick secretions sloshed around his tongue. He licked them up and tasted them.
Finally, he raised his head. Caroline's fleshy pussy lips gleamed with his saliva and her juices. His mouth and chin were wet, too.
"Did you think I was lying?" Caroline laughed. "I ought to give you a spanking for not taking my word!"
"It was more fun to check it out my way," Warren said.
Gloria pressed against Caroline, her face hot and eager. She wrapped her arms around Caroline's smooth shoulders. Their nipples grazed.
Gloria clung to her. "I've been a bad girl, too. Will you be my mommy?"
"With pleasure!" Caroline said. "A naughty bitch like you, Gloria, always can use some corrective discipline!"
Caroline sat up straight and pulled Gloria across her lap.
Gloria sighed with voluptuous surrender as she nestled her hips into Caroline's lap. The hairs of her bush mingled and mixed with those of Caroline.
Gloria stretched her arms out in front of her, on the bed. She buried her face in them. Her buttocks jiggled as she squirmed deeper into Caroline's lap.
Warren said, "I'll hold this bitch down for you, Caroline!"
Caroline moved Gloria across her thighs. Warren gripped his wife's wrists and pinned them down on the mattress. Gloria'; breasts were flattened and pushed to the sides.
Caroline's long-fingered hands rested on Gloria's superb bottom. The flesh whitened as Caroline gripped it hard, digging her red nails in.
"Ummm, I haven't punished you for a long time," Caroline said.
She raised her hand and brought it down hard on Gloria's rump.
There was the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh. A red imprint of Caroline's hand glowed on Gloria's bottom. Caroline's eyes were hot and glittering.
Her heavy breasts dangled over Gloria's smooth back as she spanked her neighbor.
Caroline was eager and aroused Seeing the subjugation, stripping, humiliation, and spanking of her sassy, sexy step-daughter had made Caroline's juices flow.
She released some of her intense passions by spanking Gloria.
The line between fantasy role-playing and real-life submission and dominance blurred as Caroline spanked Gloria hard, fast, and mercilessly.
Gloria grunted with the impact of each fresh stroke, but her outcries were drowned by the sound of flesh smacking flesh.
Warren was caught up in the excitement. He urged Caroline to beat Gloria harder.
Gloria squirmed, gasped, and writhed on Caroline's smooth polished thighs.
The redhead made soft whimpering cries as she was punished. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing. Juices flowed inside her hot slit.
Caroline spanked her so hard that her own hand was numb and stinging. She could imagine how Gloria's bottom felt.
Gloria's buttocks, formerly white and pale in contrast to the rest of her golden tan, were now darker and redder than any other part of her body.
Caroline ended the spanking. Her breasts jiggled as she gasped for breath.
Gloria nestled deeper into her lap. Her red buttocks quivered as she rocked her hips back and forth, mimicking the movements of sexual intercourse.
Warren's cock was a stiff rod jutting out from his lean hips.
"I hope that taught you who your master is!" Caroline said to Gloria.
Gloria raised her face from her arms for the first time since the spanking started. Her eyes were moist and shining.
"That was so good," she moaned, "so good! I needed it so badly!"
She gasped when Caroline gripped her buttocks. Her eyelids fluttered.
"You're a hot bitch, aren't you," Caroline said. It was a statement of fact, not a question. She moved her hands down to Gloria's thighs.
She roughly pushed the thighs apart, spreading them, opening Gloria up to her.
Gloria's pink pussy lips could be seen below the red moons of her buttocks.
She whimpered when Caroline put her hands between her legs and fondled her pussy.
The soft pussy lips rippled and quivered under Caroline's stroking fingers.
Caroline inserted the tip of her middle finger between Gloria's labia.
Gloria's pussy seethed with hot juices. When she saw how wet and lubricated Gloria was, Caroline pushed her finger in all the way.
Gloria gasped and groaned as she was penetrated. Warren still held her hands down.
Caroline's finger glided between the labia. She buried it up to the knuckle.
She started finger-fucking Gloria, sliding her finger in and out.
Caroline raised her left hand to her mouth. All her fingers except her pinkie had long, scarlet painted nails, sharp as claws.
But the little fingers of both hands had nails which, while painted red, were cut very short and smoothly rounded-for just this purpose.
She stuck her little finger into her mouth, puckered her red lips, and sucked it wetly until it was saturated with frothy saliva.
All the while, she continued to thrust her middle finger in and out of Gloria's pussy.
Caroline took her little finger out of her mouth. A gooey strand of saliva dripped down and landed on the red shining hemisphere of Gloria's ass cheek.
Caroline parted the buttocks with her lingers, exposing the dark crack and the brown puckered anus which hid inside it like a tender rosebud of flesh.
She pressed her little finger against the wrinkled folds of the tiny anus.
It quivered and contracted, as though it was trying to shrink into itself.
Caroline pushed her saliva-oiled little finger past the tight anal ring and into the bottom. Gloria groaned as her anus was penetrated.
"There, that's better," Caroline said. "Two of your holes are plugged-but there's still one more left-your mouth!"
"I've got something to fill that with,"
Warren leered.
Warren knelt on the mattress facing Gloria.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up. Gloria rose up on her knees, following the direction in which he was pulling her.
Caroline anticipated her movements, and kept her fingers in Gloria's pussy and bottom. She didn't miss a stroke as her middle finger thrust in and out.
Warren's groin was on a level with his wife's head. Her hooded eyes were glazed and glowing. Warren gripped his stiff cock at the base of the shaft.
Her pink pointed tongue darted over her lips, wetting them.
Warren rubbed his cock head against her soft cheeks. Gloria's eyes closed to thin slits which shone in her red gasping face.
He teased her by rubbing his cock head against her puckered lips, then pulling it back away from her when she tried to take it by mouth.
Warren tired quickly of the game. Blue veins wound thickly around his heated shaft, which burned as red as Gloria's spanked bottom did.
It demanded urgent and immediate gratification.
He guided his cock head between her parted lips. Her murmur of pleasure was loud.
He inched foward on his knees, feeding his cock inch by inch into her mouth.
He rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth. Gloria's tongue flapped and waved like a flag in a high wind as it rubbed his stiff cock.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Warren thrust his hips forward and backward, rubbing his cock against the smooth velvety insides of her lips.
Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
Caroline focused her attention on Gloria's clitoris.
The brunette withdrew her finger from deep inside Gloria, but kept her little finger firmly lodged in the tiny and tight anus.
Caroline slid her finger between the labia, parting them at the top of the slit.
Gloria's clitoris was a marble of throbbing flesh.
She shivered when Caroline began massaging the clitoris.
Gloria's moans came from deep in the pit of her belly. Their humming vibrations rippled up Warren's cock, making his swollen balls tingle.
Gloria sucked harder and faster on his cock as the tempo of Caroline's clitoral stimulation increased. Caroline roughly rubbed the clitoris.
Gloria's breasts jiggled as her head bobbed back and forth, sucking her husband's member. His stiff cock pumped in and out of her mouth.
Warren groaned and shivered. His cock twitched in Gloria's mouth.
He held her head in place and pushed his cock deeper into her.
Gloria could take it deep. Her tongue whipped across the throbbing shaft.
Warren shuddered. His mouth opened and moaned loudly as he came.
His cock twitched like a live wire. Semen spurted from the swollen cock head.
It erupted in thick gushing spurts. He trembled like a leaf in a high wind.
Gloria sucked hard, milking the thick white fluid, swallowing it, gulping it down like honey. Her throat muscles flexed as she swallowed.
Warren kneaded and rapidly pulled the part of his cock which was outside her lips. He squeezed every last drop of come down her throat.
Caroline, watching them both, slacked off on her rubbing of Gloria's clitoris when Warren ejaculated into his wife's mouth.
When the semen ceased spurting from Warren's cock, and only a few droplets oozed from it, Warren filled his lungs and heaved a sigh of sexual relief.
That was Caroline's cue to resume roughly rubbing Gloria's clitoris.
Gloria was highly stimulated. She was gasping after the first few strokes of Caroline's finger over her pussy and her throbbing button of flesh.
Her finger, her little finger, had remained planted in Gloria's bottom since she first had inserted it there.
Gloria's anal ring squeezed and gripped the little finger.
Caroline moved her finger faster. Sweat beaded up on Gloria's forehead.
Gloria opened her mouth and moaned. Warren's cock slipped free from it.
Gloria cried out loudly as she climaxed. Her eyelids fluttered. As she came, her eyes rolled up in her head so that only the whites of them showed.
Her body shook like it was being struck by lightning.
She cried out again, then collapsed across Caroline's lap, moaning and crying.
Caroline leaned forward and planted kisses on Gloria's warm bottom.
Warren was weak and dazed, too. His cock twitched and quivered.
He flopped over on his side and lay there, clutching his groin, sighing with the afterglow of his orgasm. Sweat covered him.
Gloria was stretched limply across Caroline's lap, while Warren lay nearby.
Caroline said, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves--when you've recovered, you can both put yourselves to work at satisfying my needs!"
Upstairs, Jim was putting Annie to bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Daddy rubbed soothing ointment into Annie's sore behind.
Annie was stretched out on her belly in her bed. She was limp and drained.
She and Daddy were in her bedroom. Like the rest of the house, its formerly familiar surroundings now seemed strange, like a room seen in a dream.
The blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. Annie lay on the clean white sheets. Her head rested in her folded arms.
Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, near the night table. Sitting on the table was a jar of cool, soothing ointment.
When he took Annie into her bedroom, he felt her bottom. She moaned and tears came to her eyes. Annie whimpered softly.
Daddy said that it pained him to have to punish her, but under the circumstances she had gotten off lightly. But he felt sorry for his little darling.
"I'm going to do something which will make you feel better," he said.
He pulled down the sheets and blankets and told her to lie down on her tummy.
Annie's long limbs rustled against the smooth sheets. They smelled fresh and clean.
Her breasts flattened and pushed outward to the sides when she lay flat.
Nervously she asked Daddy if he was going to spank her some more. Laughing, he assured her that he wasn't. Annie felt vaguely disappointed, somehow.
But it was good to be in her bedroom, alone with Daddy.
And Daddy was naked-just like she was.
Their relationship had entered a strange new dimension.
Daddy left the lights off in her room. The hall lights were on, and they shone through her open door. The light was soft and intimate.
Daddy told her to stay right where she was-he would be right back.
He exited the room and went into the bathroom. Annie heard the medicine chest being opened, then closed. Daddy returned.
He switched on a small, dim lamp on her dresser. He closed her bedroom door.
Annie's heart skipped a beat when she heard the lock click into place.
Daddy had locked himself in with her-and locked the rest of the world outside.
She had been emotionally and physically exhausted. Now, adrenalin surged through her, filling her with new energy and renewed strength.
The mattress sank when Daddy sat down on it. There was a click as he set the jar down on the table. Annie lifted her head to see what it was.
She recognized the jar of antiseptic salve which was good for burns and scrapes.
Reassured, she buried her face in her arms. She felt like a little girl.
Daddy unscrewed the cap. He dipped his fingers into the ointment and rubbed the stuff on his palms. Then he reached for his daughter.
Annie's gasp was loud and hissing when he gripped her bottom.
"Relax, darling," Daddy whispered. "I won't hurt you."
He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck.
Annie shivered. He asked, "Are you cold, honey?"
"No, Daddy."
"This might be a bit rough on your tender little bottom, but after I've rubbed the ointment into it, most of the burning should go away."
His hands were greasy with the stuff. He rubbed it into Annie's bottom.
Her rounded, cupcake buns rippled under his massaging hands. His palms glided over her greased bottom flesh, tenderly rubbing the ointment into her.
Annie's buttocks tingled. They felt hot and cold at the same time.
So did she.
Daddy was right. After he massaged the oily goo into her behind, some of the stinging faded and went away, although she still was sore and tender.
Her buttocks felt numb. The underlying ache had subsided but not vanished.
Her buttocks were live, slippery things in his hands. Daddy's hands were big. Each of them covered a large area of her buttocks.
"Are you starting to feel better, Annie?"
"Yes, Daddy. Lots better." She added, "I always feel better when I'm with you."
"I'll make you feel even better than this," he said. "Spread your legs a little wider, dear, so Daddy can get at those hard-to-reach parts."
Annie moved her feet wide apart, so that they rested at the corners of the bed.
Annie tightened up as Daddy's fingertip brushed her pussy.
"You're getting to be a big girl, Annie. I should have done this a long time ago."
"Done what, Daddy?"
"You'll see," he promised her.
Ointment covered his fingers. He rubbed them against her soft pussy lips. Annie gasped with pleasure. He stroked her pussy.
Soon her labia were slippery and glistening with the ointment. It tingled on this, the most intimately sensitive part of her body.
Each caressing touch of his fingers on her flesh made her heart beat faster.
"Daddy-I love you!"
"And I love you, Annie. I'm going to show you just how much I love you."
Bedsprings creaked and the mattress sank as Daddy mounted the bed.
He knelt behind his daughter. He took some more of the oily ointment and smeared it over his cock, which now stood stiff in a state of massive erection.
Soon a coating of lubricating jelly covered his long thick penis.
Annie started to move around, to see what would happen.
"Lie where you are, darling. You leave everything to Daddy."
He hooked his massive forearm under her tummy and lifted her. He made Annie get up on her knees, so that her bottom and hips were the most elevated parts of her body.
Annie's pussy quivered, the pink lips glistening with oil.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, Annie?"
"I know what I'm hoping and praying that you'll do, Daddy!"
He chuckled fondly. "Yes, you surely are your father's little girl!"
"It's only you, Daddy. You're the only one. I want to be more to you than just your little girl. I'm grown up enough to please you like a woman."
"I believe you are at that, Annie. I've waited for this for a long time."
"So have I."
Daddy moved his daughter's knees farther apart, spreading her thighs.
Her bottom glowed a deep rose color through the glistening coat of oil on it.
Daddy gripped his cock. It was stiff and slippery. Veins throbbed on the shaft.
He pressed the broad, fleshy head of his cock against Annie's pussy lips.
"Ooooooh, Daddy!" There was a child-like quality in her voice which made his cock throb with arousal.
Annie whispered, "Let me get on my back, Daddy, please! I want to see you!"
He patted her bottom. "We'll do it like that, Annie. But I'm going to do it to you this way first, to give your bottom a chance to cool off."
"I don't mind, Daddy-I can stand a little pain."
"Who's in charge here, Annie, me, or you?"
"You, Daddy, of course."
"You just leave everything to me, little darling. Trust Daddy."
Daddy moved his cock head up and down her slit, stroking the thin labia with it.
It was a sensual friction which made Annie's pussy drip with juices.
Every nerve in her body felt tinglingly alive. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her mouth was cotton dry with anticipation.
As he continued the rubbing, Annie moaned and wiggled her bottom.
Daddy pressed his cock head between her pussy lips.
He leaned into her. The wedge of his cock head split and spread her pussy lips. They moved to the sides, folding over, stretching.
Juices gleamed wet and slippery on the pussy membranes.
Fat veins stood out on Daddy's forehead as his cock slowly sank into Annie.
A low moaning drone sounded in Annie's ears. It took her a moment to realize that the gasping sounds were coming from her as she was penetrated.
Daddy entered his little girl very slowly. He was big between his legs, and she was small and tight-an asset which gave him supreme pleasure.
Annie's head lifted up from her arms. Her eyes were slits, and her mouth was open and gasping. Her pink tongue glided over her lips.
Daddy had always encouraged his girls to be sexually liberated, so it came as no surprise to him that Annie wasn't a virgin.
He knew she had lost it, or thrown it away, years ago.
He regretted not taking it himself. But for all her sexual freedom, he was fairly certain that there was one part of Annie which was untouched-her virgin ass.
That was a prize he was reserving strictly for himself, when the time came.
And Kim--He was certain that she was a virgin.
He promised himself that he wouldn't neglect the opportunity to take Kim's cherry.
After all, it was better that he take it than anybody else.
Who would treat little Kimmie with more love and understanding her first time than her very own daddy?
How much better it would be for Kim to be initiated into the mysteries of sex by the man who knew her best, a mature and patient lover, rather than for Kim to lose her precious maidenhead to some fumbling high school clown.
But Kim he would save for later. He realized that the reason that he was thinking about his younger daughter while he was fucking Annie was because he knew that Annie was his, that she surely belonged to him body and soul.
He created her. He raised her into adolescence. He had guarded and guided and watched over her. Now, it was time to reap the rewards.
Or rape the rewards-which he would have done if she had resisted him.
She had to belong to him, and so did Kim.
But his thoughts of Kim faded into the background as his rigid rod was surrounded by the hot wet velvet of Annie's pussy.
His cock fit as tightly in her as a finger fits inside a rubber glove.
He stretched her. He penetrated her slowly, easily, not wanting to hurt or frighten her at this delicate stage.
He needn't have worried. Annie was no novice when it came to sex-she was only a novice as far as fucking her daddy was concerned.
He promised himself that she would have lots of practice in the future.
He gripped her hips. His hands were oily, and left glistening smears on her thighs, her hips, and her bottom. It didn't matter.
He rocked back and forward, thrusting in and out.
He started slowly, then speeded up the pace when he saw how eager she was.
Now he buried his cock deep into her, so that its head bumped the mouth of her womb. His balls lightly slapped her pussy when he thrust deep.
When he pulled out, only his knobbed cock head remained inside her pussy.
He was glad that Annie had been discovered when she was-at that time, he had only had one orgasm. Now, he was rested and ready to go--
Even if he hadn't been, the forbidden excitement of making love to his teenage daughter would surely have charged up his batteries, no matter how tired he was.
Annie moved her hips in response to his surging thrusts.
Her red face was screwed up like she was crying, but she wasn't. The girl moaned with ecstasy as each deep stroke took her higher and higher.
He reached under her and took hold of her breasts.
The oiled ointment made them slippery. Her stiff nipples grazed his greasy palms.
He squeezed the breasts and pinched the nipples.
Annie rocked her hips faster and wilder. She was a wanton creature, Daddy was glad to see. Like himself, Annie was a creature of fierce lusts.
Annie moaned continuously. Her .body shook as he thrust into her.
Daddy reached under his darling daughter's hips and pressed his fingers against her clitoris. He rubbed it roughly while continuing to fuck her hard.
That was the final stimulus, the last thing she needed to make her climax.
Her shriek was a whisper. Her tight pussy became even tighter as it contracted.
There was no need to hold back any longer. He let himself go.
Semen gushed from his cock head, pouring into her pussy, filling it.
Her membranes were super-heated. The semen was cool and soothing as it soaked into the tender tissues. Annie's moans were non-stop, continuous.
He grunted from deep in his stomaach as a large quantity of semen was pumped into her.
Annie let out her breath in a hiss which sounded like boiling steam.
Her head drooped forward, a flower suddenly too heavy for the stem of her neck.
She buried her face back in her arms.
His cock twitched and jerked inside her. Finally, only a few thin drops were squeezed out from his red, still-erect member.
After a few moments, he pulled out of her. His cock, lubricated with a mixture of semen, secretions, and ointment, glided over her membranes.
His knobbed cock head popped free from her labia. A strand of semen clung to her pussy lips and his cock head. It stretched to the breaking point.
As he watched the semen strand fall back and cling to her crotch, the thought struck him that Annie had begun as similar stuff some sixteen years ago.
Annie's knees spread farther and farther apart. Her middle sank lower and lower until finally she lay flat on her tummy.
Her shoulders shook with soft sobbing.
"Annie-why are you crying, honey?"
She lifted her face, tears gleaming on it. "I'm crying 'cause I'm so happy, Daddy!"
He stretched out alongside her and gathered her up in his big arms and pulled her close to him. Her tears wet his hairy chest.
He stroked and calmed and soothed her. Yes, Annie belonged to him.
At the same time, in the house next door, in Claire's bedroom, Jim Barton's younger daughter, Kim, was discovering how to please her female lover.
Little Kim lay on her back, with her thin legs spread wide open.
Claire was on top of her. Claire straddled the younger girl, sitting on her face.
She leaned forward, so her own mouth was fastened to Kim's sweet slit.
Claire had carefully instructed Kim in the art of oral love.
She taught by doing. She licked and tongued and mouthed Kim's pussy in just the way that she wanted Kim to do to her.
Kim was a quick study, when it came to something she loved.
She now knew that she loved to eat pussy-Claire's pussy.
Kim's angelic, delicately featured face was covered from her hairline to the point of her chin with Claire's thick secretions.
Claire's thighs bracketed Kim's head, pressing against her wet cheeks.
Claire's pussy lips were split and spread, so that her naked membranes pressed Kim's face. Kim's lips were glued to the labia.
Her tongue burrowed up along Claire's slit, rubbing her clitoris.
The roots of Kim's tongue ached, but she kept right on working.
Claire's pussy was humid, steamy with arousal. It had a thick, musky aroma which filled Kim's nostrils, and seemed to penetrate the pores of her face.
Kim held her tongue straight up, its tip fastened relentlessly to the clitoris.
Claire rocked her hips back and forth. She gave as good as she got.
Her face was pressed against Kim's pussy. She loved the thin lips and relatively hairless slit of the youngster, her sweet, fresh taste.
The bedsprings creaked as the teenagers writhed in pleasure. The room was filled with slurping liquid sounds as they mouthed each other's pussies.
Claire had the benefit of experience. She made Kim come first.
Her tongue caressed Kim's clitoris, kindling a fire, heating her up.
The fire flared up into an inferno as Kim's climax was triggered.
Kim couldn't continue to eat Claire, not with the fierce waves of pleasure which rippled through her, melting her like she was made of wax.
Claire was understanding. She lifted her pussy off Kim's wet face so the girl could fill her lungs with fresh cool air.
Kim wailed like a banshee as her orgasm rocked her.
Claire waited until Kim stopped writhing beneath her. During the time while Kim was too incapacitated by pleasure to mouth her, Claire kept her own fires burning by fondling her pussy and playing with her lush breasts.
Kim's raw moaning finally died away into soft, satisfied sighs.
Finally, she returned to the world of reality-and for Kim, reality consisted only of Claire's flesh, the bed on which they lay, and the closed capsule of the room.
Kim said, "Claire, Claire, I love you!"
"I love you, Kimmie. And I want you to make love to my pussy with your mouth," Claire said gently. "You still have to finish me off, Kim."
Kim's soft-spoken apology was muffled and silenced as Claire lowered her pussy back on the young teen's face.
Claire shivered with delight as Kim's tongue rose up inside her.
The tongue slithered into her pussy and wrapped itself around Claire's clitoris.
The brunette's breasts bobbed as she rocked back and forth on Kim's mouth, riding her little loving girlfriend's mouth to her orgasm.
Claire cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples very hard, digging her nails into them. The sharp pains made her pussy tingle and quiver.
As Kim's tongue whipped Claire's pussy to the climax, the older teen glowed with the knowledge that she had conquered a real prize-Kim.
Claire had Annie to thank for that. It was so thoughtful of Annie to go next door, leaving Claire alone in the house with sweet young Kim.
Claire wondered what was happening to Annie. Claire knew from first-hand experience about the sexual arrangement between her parents and the Bartons.
Many many times, Claire had made the foursome into a quintet.
And now Annie would be joining them. Claire was sure of that. Still, she hoped somewhat selfishly that she could keep Kim just to herself for a little while.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Six weeks later, on a mid-week night, Daddy sold Annie.
He didn't sell her, not really. He only rented her body for the night.
Lauren Frobisher worked in Daddy's office. He had never made love to her, since Lauren was a confirmed lesbian with a weakness for little girls.
Since Daddy had a little girl of his own- two, really-it was only natural that he and Lauren come to some mutually satisfactory arrangement.
That was why Lauren followed Daddy up the stairs to Annie's room.
It was about nine o'clock that night. Daddy and Caroline were in the house. Annie was in her bedroom, in bondage.
Kim was over at the Lifton's house. She was naked in bed with Claire.
Caroline served Lauren drinks in the living room. The two women and Daddy sat around talking. Lauren's face betrayed her eagerness.
When Lauren finished her drink, Daddy said, "Well, I guess you'll be impatient to get on with things, then."
"If you please." A tremor sounded in Lauren's voice.
She followed Daddy out of the living room and up the stairs.
She was in her middle thirties. She was a tall, cool, elegant blonde with long legs and high firm breasts. She wore a tailored gray suit.
Her fine blonde hair was wrapped into a prim bun at the back of her head.
Her bones were excellent. Her face was that of a model's, with high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, deep-set green eyes, and a wide-lipped mouth.
"Here we are." Daddy opened Annie's bedroom door.
The room was in darkness. He switched on the lights.
He entered the room, with Lauren following. She held her purse clutched to her bosom. Her eyes widened and she gasped when she saw Annie.
Annie was naked and spread-eagled on the bed.
She lay on her back. Her hands were tied together, so that her arms stretched back over her head. A rope was tied to the cords which bound her wrists, and so secured her by a long strand to the bed's headboard.
A blanket was pulled up to her ribcage, leaving her breasts bare.
Her small naked feet stuck out of the blanket at either corner of the the foot of the bed. It could be seen that ropes circled her ankles, tying her feet to the bed.
Daddy took Lauren's arm and guided her to the bedside.
A white piece of cloth was tied across Annie's mouth, gagging her.
She made muffled, agitated sounds. Her eyes were wide and rolling. She moved her head and looked around, staring wildly at Lauren.
"This is my little girl," Daddy announced proudly.
He pulled back the blanket so that Lauren could have a better look at the girl.
Lauren's eyes narrowed with lust and she compressed her lips tightly as she looked down at the beautiful bound teenager on the bed.
"She is lovely," Lauren breathed, "lovely!"
"And she's all yours," Daddy grinned. "For tonight, anyhow."
Annie squirmed and wiggled as Lauren leaned over her to examine her.
Lauren touched the girl, running her fingertips along smooth flesh.
Her long Fingers traced the contours of Annie's upset face. They moved downward, feeling the pulsing veins in the girl's swan-like neck.
Annie was thrown into a state of distracted confusion as Lauren fondled her breasts. She gently fingered the mounds of flesh.
Her fingertips touched a nipple, pulled it, stretching it from the pink roseate, then rolled it until the nipple became hard and stiff.
"What a beautiful child!" Lauren exclaimed. "But why is she bound and gagged?"
"Purely to put her into a properly submissive frame of mind," Daddy said. "But don't worry about Annie. She's extremely well trained."
"I can leave her tied," Lauren said, "but sooner or later I will have to remove that gag! I plan to put that pretty little mouth to good use."
"Do whatever you like-Annie will submit," Daddy said. "Like I said, she's very well trained. I should know, since I trained her myself."
He added, "That is, Caroline and I trained her. And we had the assistance of some very good friends and neighbors. No, you needn't worry about Annie's obedience. She's in bondage because she feels more comfortable that way, not because she actually has to be physically restrained."
Lauren continued stroking Annie's smooth quivering thighs.
Daddy cleared his throat. "Before I leave you two alone to get intimately acquainted, there is one formality which must be taken care of."
"Of course," Lauren said, "the money."
"If you please."
Lauren opened her purse and took out her wallet.
She said. "One hundred dollars seems like a very low price for such a girl."
"It is-and it isn't the price I'd quote to just anybody. But you're the type of client that Caroline and I would like our daughter to have. You're attractive, fashionable, and experienced. Annie can learn a lot from you."
"I'll do my best to teach her," Lauren said.
She handed Daddy a one hundred dollar bill. Daddy made sure that the transaction took place right in front of Annie, so the girl could see everything.
The bill was crisp and new. Daddy held it over Annie's face.
"See this, honey? It's the first money you ever made from selling your beautiful body. I just might have this framed."
Daddy stuffed the bill into his pocket.
He said to Lauren, "And now, I'm sure the two of you would like to be alone."
He paused at the doorway. "If you need assistance, or company, Caroline will be just downstairs, and will be glad to see to your needs."
"Won't you be around?" Lauren asked him.
"No," Daddy said. "I have other business to attend to." He smiled secretly to himself when he thought about what that business was.
Daddy said, "See you later. Annie, I know that you'll be a good girl, and do just what Caroline and I taught you. Be good, baby."
He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Lauren cleared her throat. "Well, Annie, I am going to be your mistress tonight. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Lauren-Mistress Lauren, to you."
She put her purse down on the night table and began undressing.
Annie's breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breathing. Both her nipples were stiff, and jutted at the tips of her breasts like pink pebbles.
Lauren removed her gray tailored blazer and folded it and draped it over the back of a chair. She wore a frilly white blouse and a long gray skirt.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
She wore no bra. Her breasts were high and firm, pear shaped. Her nipples were long even in their nonerect state. They puckered and hardened.
She stood where Annie could watch her undress. Annie's eyes were wide.
Lauren's flesh was soft and cream colored. Her nipples and roseates were pale pink. She had a lean, lithe body with long legs and a rounded ass.
She sat down so she could take off her shoes. She wore no pantyhose or stockings, her legs were bare. She stood up and took off her skirt.
Her hands shook a bit harder with eagerness as she unbuttoned the skirt and pulled down the tiny zipper at its side and took the skirt off.
A pair of lacy white panties made a white triangle on her lean hips.
The panties were elaborately embroidered, and the many spaces in the pattern of decoration made the panties semi-transparent.
Her bush was a darker shade than the ash blonde hair of her head. The panties were tight, so the tufted bush was compressed beneath them.
Lauren hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Slowly and deliberately, conscious of Annie's staring eyes following her every move, Lauren pulled down her panties.
Her bush was thick, but neatly trimmed at the edges. From beneath the hairy matting emerged a pair of soft, rose colored pussy lips, fleshy and intricate.
"Now we both are naked, Annie," she murmured.
The light was too bright for the intimate mood. Lauren moved around the room, extinguishing the lights, finally leaving only the smallest one burning.
There was a network of finely toned and conditioned musculature beneath the covering of her satin skin. She moved with grace.
Her bare buttocks rolled as she moved, and her firm breasts lifted as she leaned over to flick off a light switch.
The room was dim and shadowed, the light on Annie's night table shedding a small cone of yellow light on her bed and her body.
The light made Lauren's flesh have a golden glow. Shadows covered her face.
The bedsprings creaked as Lauren mounted the bed-and mounted Annie.
Annie whimpered as Lauren's bare flesh brushed hers. Annie was sensitized, and the slightest glancing touch of the older woman's skin sent shivers through the girl, shivers which Annie could feel all the way into her pussy.
Lauren stretched out on top of Annie, so that they lay face to face.
The older woman was light in weight. Her body was smooth and warm.
Her nipples grazed Annie's breasts. Lauren's breasts nuzzled Annie's, then mingled and pressed flat as she lay down on the trembling girl.
Lauren took Annie's head between her two hands.
She said, "I know that I'm a stranger to you, dear, but sometimes that's best. And we won't be strangers by the time I get finished with you!"
She fingered a lock of Annie's soft, light brown hair and twisted it into a spiral, then let the spiral unwind to its natural shape.
"I'm not cruel, Annie. I won't hurt you, as long as you do as you're told."
A little smile played over Lauren's face. "Of course, if you're naughty, you'll have to be punished. I assure you that I will have no problem disciplining you, so I urge you to save yourself any unpleasantness and obey me."
Lauren's face was only inches from Annie's.
"I believe that I'll keep you gagged for now," Lauren said.
She pushed back Annie's hair and kissed her on the forehead.
Annie closed her eyes. Lauren's soft lips travelled down the girl's smooth face, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and her neck.
She worked her way downward to the girl's breasts. She lay on Annie so that her pussy pressed against the girl's, the twin pairs of labia touching.
Lauren fondled the girl's breasts, playing with them. She kneaded and rubbed and caressed the soft mounds, covering them with wet kisses.
She squeezed Annie's breasts together, plumping them up. She pushed them so that the nipples were close together. She took them into her mouth.
Her mouth was wide and stretched, so she could take the twin nipples inside it at the same time. The stiff points of flesh throbbed in her hot wet mouth.
She nibbled and sucked on the nipples. Saliva oozed out on the breasts.
Lauren rubbed her crotch against Annie's. Her thick bush and her fleshy pussy lips caressed those of the younger girl.
Lauren worked her way down. Her tongue licked a wet circle around the navel of Annie's flat tummy, then dipped inside the tiny hole.
Lauren's body moved down on the bed as she kissed and licked the girl.
She moved so that her head was right over Annie's crotch.
She gripped Annie's hips, her long fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
Annie's legs were tied so that they were spread wide open. Her pussy was nakedly vulnerable. Muscles flexed in her smooth thighs.
Lauren lay on her belly between Annie's legs. Her breasts with their stiff long nipples scraped arousingly against the clean white sheets.
Annie squirmed as Lauren's hot breath rustled through her pussy hairs.
Lauren's mouth watered. A faint, fresh, musky aroma rose from the girl's pussy.
"Hmmmm," Lauren said, "I wonder if it's possible that you're as aroused as I am? Your daddy told me you were a very hot-blooded little girl."
Lauren moved her mouth over Annie's pussy. Her tongue slid out from between her parted lips and touched down on the youngster's pussy lips.
Annie moaned from behind her gag, and wiggled her hips on the bed.
Lauren's tongue glided over the pussy lips, leaving faint smears of shining saliva. She dipped her tongue between the labia.
Her tongue was in a slippery wet furnace. Annie's velvety membranes oozed with the juices of arousal. Lauren lapped them up, tasting them.
When the older woman raised her head from Annie's pussy, her mouth and chin were wet with the girl's juices. "Your daddy wasn't lying, Annie. You're so wet, you're positively dripping! Darling, I'm the same way myself."
"I want to examine all your charms," Lauren whispered. "I think that I'll go diving for pearls-or, rather, for a pearl-the pearl of a clitoris you've got."
She used her fingers to spread the labia at the top of the slit.
The thin pussy lips quivered under her touch. She split and parted them, pulling them gently to the sides, exposing slippery membranes and a throbbing clitoris.
"Ah, that is a beauty!" Lauren said. The clitoris throbbed and pulsed merely from the effect of her heated breath passing over it. "That must be the pearl beyond price which the poets sang of, Annie. It will be my pleasure-and yours-to polish it up. With my tongue!"
Annie was so stimulated, that if she hadn't been tied down, she surely would have thrashed off the bed when Lauren began tonguing her clitoris.
Lauren pressed her tongue against the fleshy pink button. The clitoris was slippery and sliding under her lashing tongue.
She moved her tongue back and forth, caressing the clitoris.
Annie's nostrils widened so she could draw more air through them. The trembling and shaking of her breasts increased as the rate of her breathing accelerated.
Lauren's face was pressed against Annie's humid pussy.
Lauren worked her tongue expertly. Annie's small fists closed around the rope which bound them to the headboard and clutched it tightly.
She rocked her buttocks on the mattress, moving them in response to the surging rhythms of Lauren's long, knowing tongue.
There were soft liquid sounds as Lauren licked and slurped. Annie's breath came in quick panting gasps. Sweat beaded up on her smooth forehead.
Lauren's tongue moved faster and faster. The clitoris writhed and throbbed against the sharp pointed tongue tip.
Annie shuddered and thrashed as Lauren's tongue brought her to orgasm.
Annie climaxed. Lauren lifted her tongue and stopped lashing Annie's clitoris with it, but she kept her wet lips pressed against the girl's pussy.
The tongue had built a fire in her clitoris. Heat seethed through her pussy. At the instant of the orgasm, the heat fanned through her body like a fire storm.
Annie felt like she was melting away. Her eyelids fluttered and she writhed on the bed, held in place by the bonds on her hands and feet.
White light went off inside her head, dazzling her.
Annie felt weak and faint. She had no energy, and felt as though her bones had turned to jelly. She lay there, quivering with ecstasy.
Lauren let her rest. She felt the girl's pussy contract convulsively against her lips. She lifted her mouth from the girl's sex.
Annie's bush and pussy lips were wet with saliva and secretions.
As she lay there in a near-faint, Lauren calmed her with long slow soothing caresses of her flexing thighs and sensitive hips.
Her eyes closed, Annie thought of the bizarre chain of events which had led her to this-having her body sold to a beautiful female stranger.
It was all because of Daddy.
Annie was Daddy's little girl. She had always belonged to Daddy. She knew that. But after that night that Daddy took her to bed, Annie was totally enslaved to him.
That weekend after Annie discovered about the sexual liason between Daddy and Caroline and Warren and Gloria Lifton was a hectic one for Annie.
After Daddy made love to her that Friday night-or early Saturday morning-Annie had fallen asleep in his arms, content at last.
That weekend was devoted to sexually initiating and enslaving Annie.
She wasn't permitted to leave the house for the whole weekend. She was locked in, a virtual prisoner, and kept naked throughout the weekend.
Annie didn't mind. Quite the contary. She loved it!
Of course, her new role took some adjustments in her mind.
Her first adjustment came early Saturday afternoon.
Exhausted from the night before, Annie slept late. She was wakened by Caroline and Daddy. As she rubbed sleep from her eyes, they hustled her into their bedroom.
They did that because their bed was much bigger than hers, and could fit three people. And it did, since they tumbled her into bed.
Annie lay naked between Daddy and Caroline. At first, Caroline's presence upset and disturbed her, since she had never been with a woman or girl before.
But Daddy wanted her to obey and respect Caroline the way she did him. And after last night, after being fulfilled and pleasured by Daddy's stiff, hard-thrusting love, Annie would never dare to disobey him.
She lay there, puzzled and confused by the hormonal reactions taking place in her body as Caroline and Daddy alternately caressed her.
She was on her back. Daddy fondled her firm left breast and mouthed her nipple.
Caroline pressed against her. Her voluptuous body was hot and silk-smooth. As Caroline's flesh rubbed Annie's, the younger girl's pussy tingled and moistened.
Smiling wickedly, Caroline fondled Annie's right breast and fed the stiff little pink nipple into her wet mouth. She nibbled and sucked it.
Instinctively Annie stiffened. Daddy's stroking hands tightened warningly on her.
Annie fought down her initial panic at being caressed and made love to by an older woman-particularly by her beautiful and dominant step-mother.
But it was wonderful to just close her eyes and savor the sensations of two pairs of hands gliding over her body, touching and exciting her most intimately sensitive parts, and to have two mouths kissing and licking and sucking her--
Daddy worked his way downwards. He parted her thighs and put his head between her legs. The merest touch of her beloved Daddy's tongue on her pussy nearly made her climax. Daddy was skilled and gentle and used his mouth lovingly.
Caroline gripped Annie's head, her long red nails pressing lightly against the girl's soft cheeks. Annie opened her glazed eyes.
Caroline's face was inches away, looking down hungrily at her.
"I've been waiting for this a long time, my darling daughter," Caroline said.
She kissed Annie on the mouth. Annie parted her lips so that Caroline's thrusting tongue could bury itself in her mouth. Caroline fondled her breasts.
As Daddy continued his licking of Annie's pussy, and heat flowed through her veins, dissolving her inhibitions, Annie kissed Caroline passionately.
Annie cried with pleasure as Daddy's tongue brought her to orgasm.
After she was rested and recovered, Daddy stretched out and lay on his back.
His cock rose up from his hips, a rigid red column of flesh. Even without being told, Annie knew what was expected of her.
Her hot wet pussy tingled with pleasure which made her feel faint and lightheaded as she rose up on the bed and crawled to a kneeling position between Daddy's legs.
Daddy took hold of her head and guided it to his member.
He rubbed his fleshy cock head against her soft, smooth, down-covered cheeks.
Her pink lips were wet and puckered as she planted wet kisses on his stiff penis.
Caroline's hands were touching her, exciting her, building her pleasure.
Caroline played with her stiff nipples, pinching them. She caressed Annie's taut thighs, and fondled her buttocks until Annie was red-faced and gasping.
Daddy's cock head bumped against her lips.
Annie licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. Daddy's thick long cock loomed in front of her face. The cock head was like a hot mushroom cap.
Daddy gripped the base of his shaft and guided the cock head inside his daughter's mouth. It was thick, and stretched the corners of her lips.
He gasped and squirmed as the member was taken by mouth. At first, only the cock head entered. Annie lowered her head and took him deeper into her throat.
He rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was strong and alive and limber as it caressed the underside of his shaft.
Caroline moved behind her, kneeling behind Annie, with her face turned toward the girl's buttocks, which still were pink and tender from last night's spanking.
Annie gasped as Caroline's tongue glided over her bottom.
Caroline gripped her step-daughter's hips, her fingers sinking into soft flesh.
Her masses of long black hair rubbed caressingly against the backs of Annie's thighs. Her mouth moved downward, to Annie's pussy.
If anything, Caroline was even a better pussy eater than Daddy. Perhaps it was because she was a woman, and knew just where and how a female needs and loves to be kissed and tongued and licked in her sensitive sexual parts.
In any case, it made it difficult for Annie to concentrate on her delightful task of pleasuring Daddy with her mouth.
Annie fought the waves of ecstatic sensation which Caroline's lips and tongue sent through her pussy, waves which threatened to sweep her away.
Daddy's buttocks lifted off the bed as he moved his hips in response to the rhythms of his daughter's bobbing head.
In a choked, straining voice, Daddy told Annie that he wanted her to swallow his semen when he came in her mouth.
His orgasm came soon. He moaned and held Annie's head in place.
The girl was startled by the explosive violence of his semen spurting inside her mouth. She almost gagged, but quickly recovered herself.
She had never taken a male with her mouth before. She didn't know what semen would taste like. But it couldn't be bad. It was Daddy's own precious essence.
She gulped it down like medicine, swallowing it as it spurted from the swollen, twitching penis in her mouth. She milked her daddy dry.
Some of the semen stayed on her tongue and teeth. It tasted oily-not bad.
Daddy was very proud of his little girl's dutiful submission to him, and to the voluptuous brunette he had taken as his wife.
A few strands of semen clung to Annie's chin. She wiped them with the back of her hand when Daddy's cock was withdrawn from her mouth.
Annie was in a delirious fever of pleasure. She did not rebel as Daddy's big hands pushed her down on her back. Caroline straddled her face, and Annie's tongue burrowed deep in her step-mother's pussy, satisfying Caroline.
CHAPTER NINE
Annie's initiation into adult sexual delights took place rapidly.
Following that first weekend, Annie began living a strange double life.
By day, she was the same teenager she had always been. She continued to attend high school, and to apply herself to her studies.
To the surprise of her friends, male and female, Annie turned down a number of dates with really cute guys. Her girlfriends wondered if she had a steady boyfriend.
"You could say that," Annie told them, her eyes twinkling as she smiled to herself with the secret knowledge that her daddy was her lover.
"I don't have time for dates anymore," she would say, when asked about her curtailment of her once-active social life. "From now on, I'm booked up."
There was no need for dates. Back at home, right down the hall, was Daddy, the best lover that a girl could ever ask for.
Annie no longer resented Caroline She felt complete and fullfilled, having to serve the dominant female as well as her daddy in the bedroom.
Kim didn't know about the new turn of events. Kim was spending most of her time with Claire Lifton, a relationship that both sets of adults encouraged.
Sometimes, Annie wondered why a hot number like Claire would bother with her kid sister. She didn't know that Kim spent a few hours every day naked in Claire's bed. loving and being loved, going deeper into their secret world of woman-love.
But Annie didn't have much time to think about such things. Caroline and Daddy kept her much too busy-in bod.
Daddy made sure that Annie's school work didn't suffer in the excitement of this new relationship. He made sure that Annie's homework was completed every night before he and Caroline began their fun and games.
Annie swam in a sea of sex. She couldn't wait to finish her school studies every night, so she could hurry into her parents' bedroom and strip naked.
As an interesting sidelight, her grades were better than ever.
But that didn't interest her. School work was a chore, a dreary duty, no different from the many household chores which Caroline made her perform.
Annie loved being part of a threesome. She loved to lay on her back, with Daddy's stiff cock thrustiiiv inside her, while Caroline sat on her face.
Annie became more and more wanton in bed. Sometimes only the slightest caressing touch or caress from Daddy would make her slit dripping wet.
Annie learned how to make love with her mouth, pleasing Daddy try sucking Iris hard cock, or pleasing Caroline by tonguing and licking her pussy.
Her own initiation into woman-love opened up new worlds for Annie.
As she went through the school day, she would study the bodies of her fellow female classmates, mentally undressing and making love to them.
She had a few very close girlfriends whom she felt certain that she could seduce. But she would have to move very carefully.
Daddy and Caroline warned her about letting her new-found sexual activity spill over in her conventional, high school existence.
Even so, Caroline and Daddy both knew some of Annie's female friends, and they were excited by the prospect that Annie could conquer them sexually.
Caroline promised to teach Annie all her tricks of seduction, so that she would be able to win her girlfriends when the time came.
But first, there was still much for Annie to learn.
Despite her new sexual relationship with Daddy and Caroline, Annie found herself being treated more childishly in other areas.
Daddy had brought corporal punishment back into her life. Although he hadn't spanked her for years, since the onset of her pubescence and sexual maturity, now he often took her over his lap and spanked her bare bottom.
This treatment wildly excited Annie. There was a feeling of delicious surrender to Daddy when she would crawl across his knees and lay face down.
He would lift her skirt and take down her panties, exposing her bare bottom. Cften she would be forced to strip naked for the spanking.
Caroline was always present for such occasions. Many times, Annie would be forced to assume the position on her step-mother's strong thighs.
Caroline never spanked her bare-handed, which Daddy almost always did. The older woman usually applied the flat of a hair brush to Annie's bottom.
Annie was devastated by the feeling of sexy submission at these times. She felt like a very small child being helplessly overpowered.
She would be tearful and whimpering even before the first spanks landed on her behind, and would always be weeping by the time that final stroke smacked her red bottom. Often her hands would be bound, and she would be gagged as well.
But the times after the spankings were the best. Daddy and Caroline would comfort the weeping teen by taking her into the bedroom and making passionate love to her.
Daddy and Caroline enjoyed it, too. They were always finding even the smallest excuses of faults with Annie as a pretext for punishing the girl.
The announcement that she was due for a spanking would make Annie's belly tighten with excitement, and juices would flow inside her pussy.
More recently, Annie was punished with Kim present.
Before Daddy took her and tamed her, Annie would never have submitted to the humiliation of having Kim witness her being punished.
But now that she was Daddy's little love slave, Annie would silently submit to having her bare bottom spanked red while a breathless, excited Kim watched.
Kim, too, was forced to obey the new regime. One night, Caroline announced that the two girls would be punished together, for some real or imagined fault.
Annie and Kim were forced to strip naked in the living room.
Kim squirmed and her face burned bright red in humiliation as Caroline's strong hands stripped off her clothing, undressing her slender, small-breasted body.
Annie undressed herself. She watched Caroline and Kim out of the corner of her eye. Caroline caressed Kim as she removed her garments.
Daddy called Annie to him. She was nude, except for a pair of flimsy panties. She stood in front of Daddy with her head bowed submissively.
Daddy sat in a chair. He took hold of her panties and pulled them down off her hips. They fluttered to Annie's ankles, and she stepped out of them.
Kim gasped softly. At first Annie thought that it was because Daddy had stripped her so boldly in front of her little sister.
But that wasn't the reason at all.
Kim was breathless and softly moaning from the intimate way in which Caroline fondled her. Her face burned bright red, but she was excited.
Caroline's chair was next to Daddy's. Annie obediently climbed over Daddy's lap. Daddy positioned her so that she faced Caroline and Kim.
Caroline wore a tight one-piece black dress. It had a plunging V-neckline, and the rounded masses of the brunette beauty's breasts could be seen.
Caroline pulled her skirt up past the tops of her thighs.
The buxom older woman wore a black garter belt, dark nylons, and high heels. She wasn't wearing panties. Annie could see her thick black bush and her wide labia.
Caroline wrestled Kim over her lap. Kim submitted to the treatment. Caroline moved her so that she was facing Annie, and looking into her sister's eyes.
Annie and Kim locked eyes before the spanking started. Kim was extraordinarily calm. Annie realized that her little sister had some secrets of her own.
Then the spanking started. Although Caroline always used a hair brush or a strap on Annie, she spanked Kim with her bare hand.
She spanked Kim while Daddy spanked Annie. There was a double chorus of hard hands striking soft bottom flesh, and the moaning cries of the sisters.
Annie snuggled deeper into Daddy's lap. Her naked pussy pressed agaisnt his cock, which was stiff and solid inside the crotch of his pants.
Tears filled her eyes and blurred them. They rolled down her red face as the spanking continued. She could see Kim crying, too.
Daddy spanked her so that her bottom was sore and burning. She wept softly on his lap after the last stinging stroke fell on her bottom.
Kim's petite cupcake buttocks were bright red. She wiggled on Caroline's lap.
Kim was positioned so that her naked hips pressed against Caroline's nude hips and pussy and thighs, between her garter belt and the dark stocking tops.
Kim gasped and whimpered as Caroline rubbed her spanked bottom, the red ass cheeks rippling as Caroline openly fondled them.
Caroline parted Kim's soft smooth thighs and reached between her legs.
Kim sighed as Caroline's long probing fingers played with her pussy lips.
The show ended for Annie when Daddy eased her off her lap. His stiff cock made a tremendous bulge in the crotch of his pants.
He took Annie's hand. His palm was red and warm from spanking her. Her hand was small and delicate and covered by hers.
She was taken by him to the stairs. She looked back over her shoulder.
Caroline's middle finger was planted deep in Kim's pussy.
Annie was more shocked by the fact that little Kim moved her hips back and forth, responding to Caroline's finger-fucking, than she was by the fact that Caroline was sexually stimulating her kid sister.
Caroline looked up from what she was doing, and met Annie's startled gaze.
The look of a conspirator was on Caroline's face. She winked at Annie.
Daddy was impatient. He tugged on Annie's wrist and hustled her up the stairs and into his bedroom. Annie got on the bed while he stripped.
Daddy was hot and hard and eager. His stiff cock bobbed as he hurried to the bed. Annie started to get on her hands and knees, but he pushed her down on her back, grinning as she whimpered from the pain of her spanked bottom.
But the pain was soon forgotten, and she was whimpering with ecstasy, when he guided his rigid rod between her legs, into her slit.
It was always good after a spanking-the best. She was highly aroused, and so was he. Daddy loved the tightness of her wet pussy as it gripped his cock.
The fire in her spanked bottom spread into her pussy. She writhed on the bed, Daddy's cock hard and thrusting inside her.
She bit her Up to stifle her shrieks of ecstasy when he came inside her.
That weekend, Daddy turned her over to Warren and Gloria for the first time.
What a night that was! Annie was bathed, perfumed, and dressed for the occasion.
Kim was sleeping over at the Liftons'. While Warren and Gloria made love to Annie under the glittering eyes of Daddy and Caroline, her little sister Kim was writhing under Claire, her lips and tongue pleasuring Claire's wet pussy.
Annie wore a lacy white baby doll nightie and a pair of white satin panties.
Her hair was freshly washed, and tied into a pair of ponytails, each of which sprouted from the sides of her head, and were circled with pink satin ribbons.
The adults were all dressed up. Annie felt like a lovely little sexual toy for their amusement, since she was in her lingerie.
Gloria was lovely in a clinging red dress and dark stockings and high heels. Her hair was freshly styled and coiffed, and her face was carefully made up.
Warren wore a sport jacket, a shirt, and slacks. He looked mature, dignified.
Caroline was in the living room with Warren and Gloria when Daddy brought Annie into the room. He led his daughter to the Liftons.
Warren pulled Annie down so that she sat between him and Gloria.
Warren and Gloria fondled and kissed and caressed her.
Annie's heart raced, her nerves tingled, and her hot blood boiled in her veins as two pairs of hands, one strong and angular and masculine, the other smooth and soft and feminine, touched her most intimate sexual parts.
She was faint and blushing. Daddy and Caroline beamed proudly at the docile submission of their daughter to their very best friends.
Gloria kneaded Annie's breasts through her nightie. The baby doll was made of a white, silken, gauzy material which clung to her skin.
Her nipples hardened. While Gloria kneaded her breasts, Warren ran his hands over her soft smooth thighs. He put his hand between her legs.
Annie moaned as he fondled her pussy through the panties she wore.
Gloria took off her dress. Her breasts were bare, her nipples stiff. She wore a red satin garter belt with black lace flounces and black garters.
She pulled Annie's head to her bosom. Annie's sweating head was enveloped by the pert, firm, hard-nippled mounds of flesh.
Annie fastened her lips around a nipple and gently sucked it. Gloria whispered endearments to her and smoothed her hair and rubbed her flesh.
Warren took off his jacket and shirt and pants. Annie lifted her face from Gloria's breasts so she could steal a peek at him.
His cock was hard and throbbing. His member was even a little bit longer than Daddy's, but Daddy's was much thicker and fatter.
Warren tugged at her panties. Annie lifted her bottom off the couch so he could take the panties down. He pulled them off her feet.
Gloria leaned back and stretched out on the fold-out bed.
Her stockinged limbs rustled against the sheets as she spread her legs wide.
Her white hips were framed by the garter belt, garters, and stocking tops. Her bush was full and thick, the soft tangled hairs a deep brick red.
Annie knelt between Gloria's spread legs. She caught a glimpse of Daddy and Caroline smiling encouragingly at her.
Gloria pulled Annie's head down so that her face pressed against her pussy.
Warren was behind her. His cock head poked Annie's bottom.
He gripped his member and rubbed it against her soft buttocks. The stiff cock throbbed as its fleshy head massaged her ass cheeks and labia.
Annie was dripping wet. Additional lubrication was provided for her pussy when Warren gripped her hips and stuck his tongue inside her slit.
Annie was busy tonguing Gloria. Gloria squirmed and rubbed her hips against Annie's wet face, grinding her own pussy against the teen's mouth.
Annie gasped when Warren's tongue withdrew from inside her and was replaced by his member. The wedge shaped cock head split and spread her labia.
Warren's groans of pleasure mingled with those of his wife. He held Annie's hips as he thrust his long cock deep into the moist inferno of her pussy.
He fucked Annie from behind while she tongued his wife to orgasm.
Caroline sat on Daddy's lap. Her skirt was raised and her panties were down. Daddy's pants and shorts hung down around his feet.
His cock was erect. Caroline spread her legs and sat down on his rod and shivered with delight as his firm member entered her all the way.
Annie's tongue, which was quite skilled in the oral arts thanks to all the practice she had had on Caroline, soon brought Gloria to her orgasm.
Annie's buttocks rippled from Warren's hips bumping against them as he thrust his cock in and out of her, fucking her, plunging deep into her.
The orgy didn't end when his cock spurted semen inside her pussy.
Annie was the center of attention as the lustful adults clustered around her.
Time lost all meaning for her. She was used again and again.
Her legs were spread. Her pussy was licked clean by Gloria, then penetrated by Daddy's thick cock as he mounted his daughter and fucked her.
Caroline sat on the girl's face and rode her mouth to orgasm.
Hands fondled and manipulated Annie. Her limbs were arranged into various positions to amuse the erotic sensibilities of the four adults.
Her breasts were licked and sucked. Her bottom was caressed, and her anus was penetrated and -rimmed by somebody's hot tongue-she wasn't sure whose.
The orgy lasted well into the night. Annie fell off into a deep sleep, the warm bodies of the foursome pressing against her.
Annie spent the weekends of the next month serving the foursome.
Daddy was pleased with her progress. During the day, she was a well bred, polite, demure little lady. When she was in his service, however, Annie was a hot little wanton who sexually served males or females with equal enthusiasm.
That was when Daddy and Caroline got the idea of selling her.
She was a prized possession, a beautiful, sexually skilled teenager. There were many affluent men and women who would pay to use her body.
Lauren Frobisher was the first choice. Daddy knew her from his office. He knew that she was a confirmed lesbian who was especially found of young girls.
One day at work, Daddy said to Lauren, "Let me show you a picture of my little girl."
Lauren expected to see an ordinary snapshot of a teen, taken by her adoring daddy. She wasn't prepared for the snapshot of Annie naked and in bondage.
Daddy slyly told her that Annie was available-for the right price.
That was why Annie was now bound to a bed, her body covered with shining sweat as she recovered from the orgasm which Lauren had brought her.
Daddy and Caroline promised Annie that this was only the first of many such sexual encounters which they would arrange for her.
Annie was growing up, they told her, and it was high time that she contributed to the expense of running the household and supporting the family.
She would earn her keep by serving as a sexual toy and slave to those men and women whom her parents selected Annie was comforted by the assurance that all her partners-for-pay would be intelligent and, attractive.
Lauren removed the gag. Annie shyly and softly thanked her.
"I have a selfish motive." Lauren caressed Annie's cheeks. "I told you that I was going to use that pretty mouth of yours, child!"
Annie puckered her pink lips and kissed Lauren's finger and sucked it.
"You did that very well," Lauren murmured. "Let's see what else you can do."
She climbed to the head of the bed and straddled Annie's face and sat on it.
As Lauren's pussy lips split and spread, covering Annie's face with hot moist membranes, Annie was content in the knowledge that she was Daddy's little whore.
