Cindy, a lovely little nymphet, was more than a little drunk. Daddy had made sure of that. It was all part of his master plan - to master her.
He took Cindy into her bedroom. His arm circled her waist, holding her up for support. He could feel her body heat through the thin dress she wore.
And what a body! Cindy was slim and tall, with high firm breasts, a flat tummy, rounded hips and buttocks, and long luscious legs.
Cindy leaned against him, giggling. Her warm sweet breath made his skin tingle.
He eased her down on her back on her bed. The hem of her dress rode high up on her naked rounded thighs - he could see her panties!
His cock throbbed, bulging stiffly in his pants. His hands trembled.
He sat down on the bed and eased Cindy to a sitting position. She pressed close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
He unzipped the back of her dress. Cindy lifted her head and pressed her mouth on his, kissing him. She put her hand in his lap, on his hard cock.
He knew it was time to make his move - to obey the urge for incest!
CHAPTER ONE
"Cindy, this time you've gone too far!"
"Have I?" Cindy asked.
"Yes! Indeed you have!" Glen Green was unable to suppress the irritation in his voice. "This time you've cut one too many classes, young lady!"
Cindy shrugged, laughing softly. Her laughter was silvery, musical. It rasped on Glen's nerves like sandpaper. Color rose in his face.
Over thirty, he was the assistant to the vice-principal of Hamilton High School. Thick-shouldered, heavy, prematurely balding, he wore a suit and tie.
He sat behind his desk. Cindy sat in one of a row of chairs lined up against the wall opposite Glen's desk. She lounged indolently, seemingly undisturbed.
Cindy was a problem student. She had the face of a sweet and lovely young girl, a lushly nubile body, and a go-to-hell attitude.
She was a green-eyed blonde with a flawless peaches-and-cream complexion. Her nose was thin, straight. Her lips were soft, full, pink.
Her lips now curved upward in a smugly superior smile which said that she thought Glen Green was a damned fool, only she was too polite to say so out loud.
He wanted to make a dent in her confident attitude. Cindy knew how to get under his skin - but then, she had that same effect on just about every male.
She was aware of the attraction of her perfect face and body - the little bitch!
She wore a sleeveless red blouse, a short light blue skirt, red knee socks, loafers.
Glen said, "Let's take a look at your record, Cindy."
He shuffled papers and folders on his desk until he found what he was looking for - Cindy's file. He shook his head as he scanned it.
"Cindy, you have one of the poorest attendance records of any girl in the junior class - in the entire school, as a matter of fact!"
He looked at her to see her reaction. Cindy said nothing. She continued to smile smugly. She crossed her legs by way of replay.
The short blue skirt rode up high on her lean, lithe thighs. Cindy wore no pantyhose, so her long legs were bare. Glen had to take a look.
Cindy wore pink satin panties. They flashed brightly for an instant as she crossed her legs. She sat up straight, primly tugging her skirt down.
Heat flushed Glen's face, and he looked away. He felt like an idiot. If that little blonde vixen wanted to flash her panties, why should he be embarrassed?
He shouldn't be - but he was. His heart beat faster. To cover his confusion, he leafed through the file. A sheet of paper slipped from the folder.
The paper drifted to the floor. Glen's face burned bright red now. He pushed back his chair, muttering, as he bent to pick it up.
He couldn't keep from stealing a peek at Cindy. This time her legs were closed, with the knees pressed tightly together.
She knew where he was looking, too. Glen straightened up and put the paper back in her file. He harumphed, clearing his throat.
"Not only have you missed as many sick days as any girl in the school, you've been sent down to this office time and time again for cutting classes!"
It was hard for him to concentrate on his official duties.
He stared at her chest. Her breasts were high, firm, full. She was not wearing a bra - her breasts jiggled and shifted under her blouse.
He could see her nipples - her nipples! They were flat buttons at the tips of her breasts, outlined against the clinging fabric of her red blouse.
The blouse had a plunging V-neckline which slashed down almost to the center of her bust. It displayed her cleavage and the swelling curves of her breasts.
Her face, neck, arms, and upper chest were tanned, but her breasts - what he could see of them - were a smooth, soft, milky-white color.
It was a shame and a scandal that a teenage girl, a high school student, should be permitted to wear that kind of revealing blouse to class.
That was another issue, one which Glen Green did not intend to get into. These kids today! The girls dressed like little whores!
His hands trembled as he held the files. He rested them on the blotter of his desk so that their shaking would be minimized.
What's wrong with me? he asked himself. He was the disciplinarian and attendance officer, and she was a truant, a delinquent!
She was the one who should be uncomfortable and upset, not him!
"You seem to think that the rules are made for others, and not for you."
"Oh no - I don't think that at all," Cindy said, all wide-eyed with mock innocence. "I don't think anybody should obey those stupid rules!"
"That's very cute," Glen said grimly. "Well, you're not going to get off as easily as you have the last few times! This time, I'm going to take disciplinary action!" That should shake her up, Glen thought.
Cindy rose and walked to the window.
Ah, Glen thought, I finally got to her!
His office was on the first floor, in the administrative section of the school, His window looked out on the flagpole and a long green lawn.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, gilding Cindy's hair, turning it from blonde to platinum. She was silent, thoughtful.
She took hold of the drawstrings and pulled down the Venetian blinds. The metal slats clattered as they came crashing. Glen was taken aback.
His office was heavily shadowed, intimate. "Now listen here, Cindy-"
When he saw what she was doing, his words died in his throat. His mouth went dry. His eyes bulged until they looked like they might fall out of his head.
Cindy took hold of the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, peeling it off her body. She pulled it so that it was high over her breasts.
Her breasts! Her naked breasts! The sight of her lovely flesh hit Glen Green like a thunderbolt. He jerked back in his chair.
Cindy's breasts were full and firm, with pert pink nipples and neat round roseates. The breasts jiggled softly from her movements.
Glen was struck speechless. His face was beet-red. He tried to speak, but only strangled, choking noises emerged from his throat.
Cindy didn't stop with her blouse. Her hand was at the side of her skirt, opening the catch. The skirt dropped down her long legs.
It fell in a heap of fabric at her feet. Glen was so shocked that he wouldn't have been surprised to keel over and fall on the floor himself.
Yes, Cindy wore pink satin bikini panties. The shimmering satin was stretched taut across her hips. Her hips and belly and legs were golden.
There was the white outline of the bathing suit she must have worn while tanning under the sun's rays. It must have been a bikini, because her breasts were white, too.
Glen Green finally found his voice. "My God, Cindy, what are you doing?!"
Cindy padded to the door of his office, pulling off her blouse as she moved. She took it off and cast it aside on a nearby chair.
The red knee socks and the pink panties made her look more lewdly arousing to Glen Green than if she had been stark naked.
Her back was to him. Her bottom was deliciously rounded, a pair of swelling globes deeply cleft, and barely concealed by her skimpy panties.
Her buttocks rolled tantalizingly under her panties. Just watching her move caused sweat to stream out of Glen Green's body.
Nothing in teacher's college had prepared him for something like this.
He breathed a silent prayer of thanks that his door was closed. Mrs. Murphy, his hatchet-faced, tight-lipped receptionist, sat in the outer office.
Glen Green suddenly realized the danger he was in - the extremely compromising position which Cindy had put him in when she undressed.
Here she was, a sixteen year old student with a thirty year old married man - if anyone discovered them now, Glen Green's career in education was finished.
He groaned as he realized that this was probably Cindy's plan.
Cindy locked the door, tugging at the knob to make sure that it was locked. Her pert pink-nippled breasts swirled when she turned to face him.
Cindy put her hands behind her back and leaned on them. Her superior, smug smile was wider and more confident than ever.
"I'm sure that you wouldn't want us to be interrupted, Mr. Green." Her voice was soft and breathless, a shy little girl's voice.
There was a lump in his throat. He gulped, swallowing hard, but it didn't go away. "Cindy, this is insane!" he hissed.
"Shhhh!" Cindy put her index finger across her lips. "Not so loud! You don't want old Prune-face outside to hear you!"
Her ripe pink lips pulled back over a mouthful of white, even teeth. "You'd sure have a tough time explaining this to Mrs. Murphy!"
Cindy padded gracefully to his desk, her hips swaying. His eyes were caught by her sleekly balanced motions, mesmerized by the flexing of her hips and thighs.
He could see her gently arched pubic mound outlined against the taut fabric of her pink satin panties. The folds of her pussy lips were revealed.
"What - what kind of crazy game are you playing, Cindy?!" He tried to sound calmly authoritative, as though this sort of thing happened to him every day. But his voice cracked in mid-sentence, making him feel ridiculous.
"Cindy, if you don't put some clothes on right this second, I'll - I'll - "
"What will you do, Mr. Green?" She wrinkled her nose, mocking him. "Will you call for help? That would be funny! Yes - why don't you do that?"
"I will!" He reached for the buttons of his inter-office intercom.
Cindy said, "If you do that, I'll start shouting for help." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "I'll say that you tried to make me do bad things."
"So that's your little game, is it?!"
"One of them, Cindy admitted. "I have lots of other games - most of them are a lot more fun than this. Do you want to play?"
"You're a seriously disturbed young lady - but you'd have to be completely crazy to think that I'll stand for this sort of blackmail!"
"Blackmail?" Her green eyes glittered. "Who said anything about blackmail? That's your word, Mr. Green, not mine."
"And speaking of your word, and mine," Cindy continued, "who do you think would be believed if anybody came in right now, and I said that you tried to rape me?"
"Rape! Why, you little-" Fury made his face red and swollen.
"Ah, ah!" Cindy tauntingly waved her finger in his face. "No name calling, now! You should be nice to me, Mr. Green. You really should."
Cindy picked up a framed photograph on his desk. It showed a plain, matronly woman with thick thighs standing with two small children.
"That's your wife, isn't it?" Cindy said. "You wouldn't want to get her all upset with the kind of fuss I could make, Mr. Green."
She smiled thinly. "I'm a very convincing actress. I had one of the leads in the school play. When I turn on the tears, it's very convincing!"
Glen Green seethed with impotent rage. His hands were balled into fists. He exhaled through clenched teeth. "What is it you want, Cindy?"
"I just want us to be friends," she said. "I'm a very friendly girl ... when people are nice to me. Don't you want to be my friend?"
Glen was dazzled, stunned, by the overwhelming sensory impact of her body.
Although his astonishment was strained close to the breaking point, it could only increase when Cindy suddenly sat on his lap.
He sat in an executive style swivel chair. Cindy spun it to the side, turning him along with it. He started to sputter.
Cindy wrapped her arms around his neck and parked her behind on his lap.
Her hair brushed his hot red face. It smelled faintly of natural perfume, intoxicating him. She was all warm and smooth and silky.
Her satin panties were thin and low-cut. In the back, they barely covered the bottoms of her buttocks. She nestled her behind against his groin.
She was lightweight, but the warm buttocks pressed stimulatingly against his groin. Up to now, he had been too shocked to be physically aroused.
Now, the inevitable reaction occurred. His penis, sheltered in the folds of the baggy boxer shorts he wore, felt tingling and heavy.
His balls tightened in the sac. His penis quivered, jerked. It doubled its length, growing spasmodically, stiffening into a firm, hard erection.
"Oh my God!" Glen whispered.
Cindy squirmed on his lap, rubbing her panty-covered buttocks against his stiff penis. "Ah - you do want to be friendly after all!"
Glen looked down. Her luscious breasts were only inches below his red, sweating face. The nipples were a bright, shocking pink.
Cindy tugged at his tie. She wrapped the end of it around her finger, then let it unwind. His breath came in quick, panting gasps.
"I knew we'd get along just fine," Cindy said. "Just fine and dandy."
Cindy leaned into him. "Since we're going to be such good friends, I think that it's time that you stopped all this foolishness about my being truant."
She ran her fingertips down his face, which dripped with sweat. "A busy girl like me just doesn't have the time to go to classes. You understand, don't you?"
"Y-yes." His voice was thick with lust.
"I knew that you would," Cindy cooed. "Since I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of our new friendship, I think that you better not bother to keep track of whether I cut classes or take sick days. That's what I think."
"That would be the friendly thing to do," Cindy said. Coyly, she asked, "Do you think that I have a beautiful body, Mr. Green?"
"My God, yes!"
Cindy giggled. "That's what all the men say. Since we're getting along so well, I suppose that it wouldn't do any harm for us to have some fun."
Cindy cupped her breast. The mound of jiggling white flesh lay in her palm like a live thing. The soft bosom flesh oozed over the edges of her hand.
"Since you're being so nice, Mr. Green, you may kiss me - here."
She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head down to her bosom. He groaned with desire. His stiff penis throbbed.
He nuzzled her breasts. Cindy squealed with pleasure. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face against her smooth warm mounds of flesh.
"My God, my God," he muttered. His mouth was open and shaped like an O.
Cindy lifted her breast to his mouth. He tried to kiss it. Laughing childishly, she pulled back, yanking her nipple from his puckered lips.
"Yes, I did say that you could kiss me," Cindy said, a firm note in her voice, "but I expect you to act like a gentleman, Mr. Green!"
She snorted with exasperation. "Really! You men are worse than some of the boys I go out with! I thought they were grabby, but you guys are worse!"
"I'm - I'm sorry, Cindy."
She patted his head. "That's much better. Now, you may kiss each of my tits, just once, on the nipple ... do it real soft and gentle."
Glen puckered his lips. Cindy guided her nipple to them. He kissed the nipple.
The pink button of flesh puckered, stiffened, became erect. "Now the other one." Cindy offered her other nipple for similar treatment.
When he finished planting his kiss, both nipples were stiffly erect.
"I want to show you something." Cindy slid off his lap and stood facing him. His hard cock made a tentlike bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Cindy spread her feet wider apart. She hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and slowly, teasingly peeled them off her flesh.
She pulled the panties down to the tops of her thighs, where they formed a rolled line of pink satin. He could see her bush and labia.
Her bush was fluffy and light brown in color - a shade somewhat darker than the golden hair on her head. Her pussy was a perfect flower of pink flesh.
Glen Green extended his shaking hand and reached between her legs. For one instant, his groping fingers touched her warm, smooth pussy lips.
"Ooops! Not so fast!" Giggling, Cindy danced back, just out of his reach. "We're not quite that good friends yet, Mr. Green."
Sweat stung his eyes. His necktie felt like it was choking him. He yanked and tugged at it, popping the top button of his shirt.
Cindy pretended to just discover his aroused condition. She dropped her gaze and stared between his legs at the bulge of his erection.
"Oooh, what's that?" she said, putting her hand on his cock.
She squeezed his erect member through his trousers. Glen Green groaned.
"It's really quite naughty of me to tease you like this, I know," Cindy said, "but I just can't help it - that's the kind of girl I am."
Her fingers traced the outline of his swollen cock, kneading and squeezing it. "Before I do anything else, Mr. Green, I want to be sure we understand each other."
"You won't bother me about my absences again, or keep track of me. You can fix it so that nobody, no teachers, hassle me about being late or cutting class."
"Anything you want," he said hoarsely, "anything!"
"That's just what I wanted to hear, Mr. Green. Now, I'll give you a little sample of just how very nice I can be to my friends."
Cindy got down on her knees in front of him. Her angelic face was on a level with his groin. She put her hands in his lap and reached for his zipper.
There was a metallic sound as she pulled his zipper down. She reached into the flyhole. He squirmed and moaned as her fingers found his rod of flesh.
"Let's bring this into the open, and see what comes out." Cindy fumbled his erection through the flyhole of his boxer shorts, then out his open pants.
His penis was a thick red spear of flesh jutting vertically from his hips. The head was fleshy, swollen. Blue veins circled the throbbing shaft.
"Ummmm, you've got a nice big one!" Cindy wrapped her hand around his shaft, so the swollen bullet head of it jutted from the top of her fist.
A single drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from his red cock head.
Cindy parted her ripe pink lips and extended her long pointed tongue. She dipped her head forward, licked up the drop of come, swallowed it.
"Yes, we're going to get along just fine!" Cindy smacked her lips.
She tilted his erection forward. "Some girls like candy and lollipops, and other girls like ice cream cones, but I know better things to suck!"
She flickered her tongue tip across his cock head, licking the tiny slit in his penis. Glen squirmed fitfully in his chair.
He gripped the chair arms so tightly that his knuckles whitened.
Cindy ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them so that they glimmered. Her golden hair spilled on his thighs as she moved her head forward.
She took his cock head inside her mouth. It tingled like it had been plugged into an electric socket. She rubbed it against the roof of her mouth.
She worked her limber tongue against the sensitive underside of his penis flesh. She bobbed her head, taking the penis deeper into her mouth.
Her downy cheeks hollowed as she slurped and sucked wetly. Saliva oozed out of the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
Glen Green gripped his chair like he was holding on for dear life. He was aware of the picture of his wife on his desk - she looked grim in the photo.
He put the photo face down on the desk. Then he turned his total concentration on the wanton teen who was taking his cock by mouth - something which his lawful wedded wife had yet to do in the years of their married life.
Cindy's head bobbed up and down, her pink puckered lips were curled over her teeth. The lips glided arousingly on his cock.
When she pulled her head back, his hot red shaft would emerge into view from her mouth, dripping with saliva, hot, blazing.
She swirled his cock head in her mouth, whipping it teasingly with her tongue, making him moan and gasp before she took it back in.
She made liquid sucking sounds as she worked on his member. His buttocks were tightly clenched. He rocked them in response to her head movements.
His buttocks squeaked against the seat of his chair as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. His face was as red as his aroused erection.
Never had he known wild sex thrills like this. But he was really driven wild when Cindy began delicately fingering his swollen balls.
She fondled them as she sucked. She took his erection as deep in her mouth as she could. Her fingers danced on his throbbing balls.
His stomach felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. He realized that he was coming just as semen spurted from his cock.
He lifted his buttocks clear off the chair, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat. Luckily, she was ready for him, and took him deeper.
Semen was pumped from his balls up the rigid red column of his cock. It jetted from his cock head in spurting gushes.
Cindy did not pull back. She clamped her mouth on his cock and gulped down the semen as it erupted, swallowing it greedily.
The convulsive force of his orgasm shook Glen Green like a rat being shaken by the gripping jaws of a terrier. Gasping, groaning, he slumped in his chair. He seemed as boneless as a jellyfish - but a thousand times more satisfied.
CHAPTER TWO
William Warfield watched teenage Dolly undress.
Dolly was in one of the bedrooms in his spacious apartment high above the city streets, where the clamor of late afternoon rush hour traffic was muted.
Dolly was a tall thin girl. Her dark brown hair was shot through with smoky red highlights. The tips of it brushed her thin shoulders.
Her face was heart shaped, with a pointed chin. She had dark brown eyes and a pouting red-lipped mouth. Her nose was saucily upturned.
She wore a long-sleeved green blouse and faded blue jeans. Her small feet were bare. She wore no jewelry. Her skin was pale and smooth.
Her pert breasts were conical and had sharply pointed nipples which jutted against the front of her blouse. Her waist was narrow, her legs were long and thin.
She stood facing the mirror over a chest of drawers. The room was dominated by a massive antique four poster bed with a plush mattress.
William Warfield stood in the hall, watching her through the hairline crack formed where the door almost, but not quite, met the doorframe.
He was in his middle forties. He was a long lean greyhound of a man with a trim runner's physique and a handsome, chiseled face.
He was like a thoroughbred or other animal which has been bred to the point of specialization. Neurosis showed in his carefully chiseled features.
His eyes were glazed and obsessive as he spied on Dolly.
Dolly hummed to herself as she took off her blouse, peeling the tight-fitting green garment off her flesh.
Beneath it she wore a plain white nylon bra, unadorned. Her breasts jiggled inside the tight white cups. She reached for the top of her jeans.
Warfield's palms were sweaty - he wiped them on his gray flannel trousers.
He wore a white dress shirt with its long sleeves rolled to his forearms, gray slacks, socks, black shoes - all his clothes were top quality, expensive.
Dolly's jeans were faded and skin-tight. They accented her long legs and high rounded rump to perfection.
Warfield's hot gaze swept over her cute face, her long silky brownish-red hair, the elegant arch of her long back, the curve of her bottom, the rising swell of her breasts.
Dolly unsnapped her jeans. She pulled down the zipper. The jeans were so tight on her hips that she had to wriggle out of them.
She looked like a snake shedding its skin. Her swelling breast tops rippled in the white bra cups as she squirmed from side to side.
She yanked the jeans down to the tops of her thighs. She wore a pair of white cotton bikini panties. Warfield's mouth watered.
She put out a hand on top of the cabinet to balance herself while she pulled the jeans down off her long white legs.
The denim, pants rustled as they slipped down her limbs. Her thighs were thin and shining. Her bony knees were prominent.
She left the jeans on the floor where they had fallen.
Warfield's heart hammered in his chest. Now was the time for him to make his move. Sick excitement knotted his stomach.
He flung open the door and entered the bedroom, taking Dolly by surprise.
He threw the door back so that it slammed against the wall. At the same instant that it crashed with a loud noise, Dolly saw him in the mirror.
She whirled to face him. Fear showed in her open mouth, wide staring eyes.
She realized her undressed condition. Before she could react, he was on her.
Warfield hooked his arm around her waist and grabbed her, sweeping her off her feet. She was very thin and slight - easy to handle.
Easy to control.
Warfield threw her face down on the bed. He pushed Dolly's face into the mattress, muffling her shriek. He got on top of her.
He climbed on the bed and on her back. He straddled her. Muscles bunched in his folded legs. He pressed his thighs against her flesh.
Doily squirmed and struggled. His ass rested on the backs of her thighs, his superior weight and strength pinning her down.
Dangling from his pants pocket was the end of a piece of rope. It was thin white rope, the kind commonly used for clotheslines.
He pulled it out of his pocket. It was already looped - he had made it ready in advance. He grabbed Dolly's thin wrists.
She squealed with pain as he yanked her arms behind her back. He crossed her wrists, holding them both in one of his hands.
He threw the loop over her wrists and pulled it tight. The rope cut into her soft flesh. Expertly he threw some hitches over it, then knotted it.
Dolly's face was red from the struggle. When she lifted her head from the mattress he would roughly push it back down again.
Warfield got off her when he was sure that she was securely bound.
He stood at the bedside, on the floor, his chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. His penis was stiffly erect.
It jutted in the crotch of his trousers, a rigid rod of flesh. It throbbed with a slow and steady beat, like savage war drums.
Dolly rolled on her side and faced him. Her eyes were wide, so that all white surrounded her irises. Her mouth was open and gasping.
"God! Please - please don't hurt me, mister!"
"Shut up."
Her pouting lower lip trembled, as though she was about to burst into tears. Moisture welled up in her eyes, making them shine.
"Please don't hurt me, mister! I - I'll - "
She cried out as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. Her face was contorted by pain. The throbbing in his crotch deepened.
Warfield slapped her face, not viciously, but hard enough to get her attention.
There was the ringing sound of flesh striking flesh. Dolly cried out, her head rocking from the impact.
When she turned her head to him again, a dull red mark, the imprint of his hand, glowed on her face. The respect born of fear showed in her eyes.
"Do as you're told and you won't get hurt!" Warfield said.
"What - what do you want from me?!" Her voice was high and thin.
"What do you think?" His hot gaze scanned her, starting at her reddish-brown hair at the top of her head, sweeping over her fair and sweet face, her swelling breasts, her lean hips and long legs.
Just so she could not mistake his purpose, Warfield started taking down his pants.
He unbuckled his belt. An idea came to him. He pulled the belt free from its loops. It was a long thin belt of finely grained brown leather.
He held it doubled in his hand. "If you scream again, I'll gag you and whip that cute little ass of yours raw!"
He grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the bed. She rolled on her back, moaning softly as he pulled her to him. He made her get down on the floor.
"On your knees!" He slashed the belt against her buttocks. Dolly stifled a cry of pain as she bent her long legs and got on her knees.
She was at his feet, her head level with his groin. "That's better," he chuckled, "much better for what I've got in mind!"
He opened the buttons of his trousers and pulled down his zipper. Dolly groaned and looked away. The pants fell down to his ankles.
His legs were long and muscular. His stiff cock bulged in the front of his boxer shorts. His red rod could be glimpsed through the flyhole.
"Let's see what those tits look like." He pulled the thin flexible straps of the bra off her shoulders and down to her arms.
He yanked the bra cups off her breasts, baring them. He pulled the bra down to the top of her belly, leaving its back strap still hooked.
Her breasts shook from his treatment. They were high and pointed. The nipples were a dark shade of pink. They were long and thin.
Dolly panted for breath, causing her breasts to jiggle. Warfield put his hand on her bosom, and fondled the soft mounds.
Roughly he kneaded and squeezed them, like they were putty in his hands.
The breasts were a soft shining pink color, but they turned white where he gripped them. Dolly grunted and groaned from his handling.
"I told you to shut up!"
"You're hurting me!" she whimpered.
Warfield pulled down his shorts. His erection sprang up, its red swollen head bobbing inches from Dolly's face.
"On, no! Please, mister - I'm a good girl - I never-"
He gripped his cock, closing his fist around the thick, blue-veined shaft. It pulsed at his touch. He moved closer to Dolly.
He slapped the member against her face. It was thick and heavy and made a flat whacking sound. His action was more humiliating than painful.
"If you won't behave like a good little girl," he said, "then maybe a whipping will teach you to respect your elders, and do as you're told!"
He dangled the leather belt over her. She shivered as it rubbed her shoulders, then trailed down against her breasts.
He hooked the loop of the doubled belt around one of her breasts, lifted it, and let it fall. The breast shifted like it was semi-solid.
"Don't hurt me, mister," she whined. "I never done nothing to you!"
"No, but I'm going to do something to you - something painful - if you don't start obeying orders and do like you're told!"
She hung her head in shame. "I guess I'm just a coward. I'll do like you want, mister, only please don't hurt me! Promise me that you won't!"
Warfield shook his head. "No promises - I'll have to see what your performance is like. If you do it good, you won't have to be hurt."
He took his cock and rubbed its head against her face. Her pale cheeks were dusted with a soft and downy peach fuzz.
Her cheeks rippled as the bullet shaped cock head pressed them. Her flesh was cool compared to his heated penis flesh.
He guided his member to her lips. Her lips were thin and red and soft. They were pressed together. He shoved the tip of his cock against them.
"Open up. Give Daddy a great big kiss to show how much you love him."
Dolly groaned with shame but obeyed. She pushed her lips outward, puckering them, pressing them against the heated cock head.
There was a wet smooching sound as she kissed his cock head, leaving a faint smear of saliva on it. She closed her eyes during the kiss.
His cock prodded her mouth. "Open up - wider."
Dolly opened her mouth, forming a wide O. She curled her lips over her teeth. Her pink tongue glistened with white saliva.
She gasped as he stuffed his cock head in her mouth.
"Suck it - suck it like you love it!"
Her tongue rippled across his swollen penis. She swilled the cock head in her mouth, working saliva all over it, polishing his penis with her tongue.
Her pink lips were wrapped around his shaft just below the rim of the cock head. She sucked it sloppily and noisily and wetly.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it around his fingers.
From deep in the back of her throat she groaned with pain as he pulled her hair by the roots, twisting it and yanking it.
While she moaned, he thrust deeper, filling her mouth with his penis.
Her eyes opened as the head of the fleshy invader bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat, blocking her windpipe.
She couldn't breathe. He pulled back an inch. He pulled her hair away from him, jerking her head back in response.
Her puckered lips glided caressingly across his shaft until only his knobbed cock head remained in her mouth. He made her lick and suck the fleshy knob.
Then he yanked the hair toward him. Her head followed. His heated shaft once more sank deep into her mouth as her head moved forward.
Her hair served as a kind of rein for him to control the head movements of his human animal. Her head bobbed up and down on his red pole.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. His buttocks were tightly clenched as he shoved his hips forward and backward, raping her mouth.
Heat seethed through his erection. It was generated inside Dolly's hot wet mouth. The erotic heat sizzled through the flesh column of his cock.
The heat fanned into his swollen balls, spreading through his groin, rising up into his belly. He grunted and groaned as he fucked her mouth.
His orgasm would come soon. He pulled on her hair, speeding up the tempo of her bobbing mouth as it caressed his swollen cock.
His cock was a red rod pumping in and out of her mouth. He bit his lip, chewing it, using the pain to delay his orgasm as much as possible.
Just as he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her mouth completely.
The cock head came free of her mouth with a popping sound.
Startled, Dolly opened her eyes. He gripped his member just below the rim of the head. Fat droplets of her saliva rolled off it, spattering on the carpet.
He shot all over her face.
Dolly groaned with disgust as a strand of thick fresh semen jetted from the tiny hole in his cock head, spurting on her face.
Warfield grunted savagely as he directed the spray of semen. His closed fist kneaded his red shaft, jerking and pulling it to squeeze the semen out.
He shivered and shuddered from the force of his orgasm. His thighs and calves and buttocks were taut, straining, shaking from effort.
The stream of semen faded into a few trickling drops. He pulled his penis, kneading it, making sure that all of it went on her face.
Humiliation showed on Dolly's face. Gooey strands of semen dripped down her nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Beads of it glittered on her eye lashes.
Warfield's cock was still stiff in his hand. It was red and rubbery and flexible, with semen and saliva mingling on its heated surface.
He pushed his crotch in her face and forced her to lick his balls.
They were incredibly sensitive and tight in the sac. The soft hairs which covered them quivered like finely tuned antennae.
The balls rippled as Dolly ran her tongue over them. She licked a line down the divide in the center of his scrotal sac.
He gasped and groaned from the sweet pleasure of her oral action. His cock, which had remained stiff, began to pulse with new life and vigor.
Her hair was still wrapped around the hand which did not hold his cock. She squealed with pain as he tugged upward. "Stand up, you little cunt!"
Her long legs unfolded as she rose to her feet. The movement caused strands of come to ooze and spill down the edge of her jawline to her neck.
Dolly was tall. When she stood up, the top of her head was only a few inches below his. He held her hair from the side now.
"Speaking of little cunts, let's see what else you've got!"
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. Some of her pubic hairs must have been pulled, because her face twisted in pain and she gasped.
Her bush was chestnut brown in color, the hairs all soft and silken. Her pussy lips were long and thin, just like the rest of her.
The panties fluttered down her long legs as they dropped to her slender ankles. Daintily, gracefully, she stepped out of them.
"Get on that bed!"
"Please, mister - I did what you wanted - now please let me go!"
"I'm not through with you yet!" He flung her on the bed.
She flopped face down on the mattress, its springs bouncing her up. The long fingers of her bound hands were curled and trembling.
His trousers and shorts were around his ankles. He wore his shoes and socks. It would be too much trouble for him to take them off now.
The pants and shorts served as a kind of hobble, forcing him to take careful, small shuffling steps. But the bed was only a few paces away.
His stiff red cock, wet and glistening, bobbed as he walked.
The rod of flesh jutted vertically from his lean hips. It was harder than ever.
Dolly turned her head to the side so she could watch his approach. Some of the semen had been smeared on the sheets, wiped off.
Her rounded buttocks rippled as she squirmed. He could see the thin pink slit of her pussy below the rounded white globes of her ass.
The bedsprings creaked as he got on the bed. He knelt behind her.
He hooked his forearm under her taut flat belly. He lifted her middle until she was on her knees, with her head and upper body flat on the mattress.
Roughly, rudely, he pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her thin thighs, opening her pussy to him, preparing her for penetration.
His stiff cock tingled when it brushed her soft smooth flesh, leaving wet shining smears of semen on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs.
Her long legs were folded under her. Her rump was raised up so that it was the highest, most elevated part of her body.
Her thin, quivering pussy lips were a tempting and tender target for the red arrow of his cock. He gripped his member, guiding it to her.
He placed it lengthwise in the cleft of her ass. The cheeks were high and firm. His cock was nestled by the smooth surfaces of the soft fleshy globes.
He clutched her buttocks and pulled them together, so that they pressed tightly against his swollen member, It throbbed against them.
He took his cock out from between that fleshy warmth after a moment. He guided it lower, down to the soft pink lips of her pussy.
He brushed his cock head against the labia. Dolly gasped and squirmed.
Her pussy lips were smooth and warm. Just touching them with his member put more strength and hardness into his erection.
Dolly turned her head so she could look over her shoulder. Her face was red.
"Please, mister - at least make it wet so it won't hurt so much!"
"That I can do." He smeared his own saliva on his fingers, put his hand between her legs, and rubbed the stuff on her pussy lips.
The labia were slippery from being coated with the semen. He rubbed it inside and out, his middle finger darting between her thin labia.
Dolly grunted as she was suddenly penetrated by his finger. Heat and sleek wetness pressed against the invading digit - she was wet inside.
He took his finger out of her - he had a better substitute for it.
His cock head grazed her pussy lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered softly as he pressed his penis flesh against the junction of her long thin labia.
He shoved inward. His cock parted the pussy lips, spreading them to the sides. Her membranes stretched to accommodate the invader.
She was hot and tight. He gasped with pleasure. He pushed his cock head deep enough in her so that she could not dislodge it by shaking her hindquarters.
His hands wrapped around her lean hips. His sweaty palms left wet smears on the soft flesh. His buttocks tensed as he shoved forward.
With one swift deep stroke he jammed his cock deep inside her. Dolly shook and gurgled as she was penetrated. He shivered from the sheer pleasure.
He rocked back and forth, thrusting. When he thrust, inward, his swollen balls often slapped lightly against her.
Her pussy was all hot wet velvet inside. Each gliding stroke of his cock flesh against it was a thrilling caress.
His hands gripped her so tightly that they bruised the soft flesh. Her hands writhed and twisted in the bonds which held her thin wrists together.
He shoved into her. He reached under her and played with her breasts. They shook and jiggled as they dangled down - he fondled them roughly.
He clutched a pert breast, squeezing it so that the pink stiff nipple jutted out of the bottom of his hand. He twisted the flesh this way and that.
Dolly gasped and groaned. Her buttocks rippled from the impact of his hips slamming into them with each stroke that swept deep inside her.
She was very tight and narrow in her vaginal canal. Her membranes gripped his invading cock. Heat mounted in his groin.
He turned his attention from her breasts to her bottom.
She had a lovely ass. He was sorry that he hadn't warmed it up with a beating from the belt before he started fucking her.
But he had been too eager, too excited, too stimulated to wait for that.
He pulled and kneaded her buttocks. He clutched them, one ass cheek in each hand, his strong fingers sinking into the soft globes.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing the dark purplish cleft between her ass cheeks, and the tiny brown puckered rosebud of her anus.
The anal ring was a single brown eye staring at him as he continued to force his cock back and forth in Dolly's pussy.
He pressed his fingertip against her anus - it quivered in response.
He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking it, wetting it. When it was coated with saliva, he once more pressed it against her rosebud.
This time he pushed it in. He buried his finger deep in her creamy rectum. It nipped his finger with its viselike tightness.
Dolly moaned and squirmed as he wiggled his finger around inside her.
All the time, he continued his thrusting. His lungs worked like bellows, his chest rose and fell as he gulped down great gasping breaths of air.
Dolly gasped. Sweat poured from her flesh. She rocked her hips, arching into Warfield's deep penetrating thrusts.
Fire flashed inside him. He tightened his muscles to delay his orgasm. He kept his finger planted in her ass while he thrust his cock deep.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. She wailed. He didn't pull back. His member twitched against her membranes. Then he came.
Semen spat from his red cock head. He felt like he was melting inside. Come erupted from his fiery column of flesh. He gasped with each convulsion.
He shook like he was having a fit. Sweat rolled off him as he shuddered. This ecstatic pleasure was almost too intense. His hands opened and closed into fists.
Dolly cried out. "Christ!" His stiff cock throbbed inside her.
He gasped with pleasure as the gushing stream of semen faded away to a thin trickle oozing from his cock head. He closed his eyes and gasped for breath.
His chin rested on his flesh. Slowly, by inches, Dolly's trembling thighs weakened and her knees slid on the sheets, lowering her.
Warfield kept his cock inside her as he followed her down until she lay on her stomach. She groaned, squirming under him. He was still inside her.
"So!"
Warfield was whipped awake by a woman's scornful voice. Now it was his turn to groan. Olga was here - she had caught him in the act.
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy stayed after school - because she wanted to, not because she had to.
She had left Glen Green a stunned but happy man. He would give her whatever she wanted. She would have no more problems with him.
She was having a special session with Doris Pesko, the girls' gym teacher.
They were in the privacy of Doris' private office, a small room attached to the sprawling space of the girls' gym.
Cindy was in her gym suit. She wore a tight white T-shirt with the red emblem of the school printed on its chest.
The emblem was distorted, stretched out of shape by Cindy's lush breasts, which thrust against the fabric, straining the seams.
Under the white cloth, her nipples jutted like pebbles pasted to the tips of her breasts. They were stiffly erect and throbbing with desire.
Cindy wore a pair of red gym shorts. They were very short - the leg openings came to the tops of her tan, rounded thighs.
White ankle socks and expensive jogging shoes provided her footwear.
Cindy sat on Doris' desk. It was an old scarred gunmetal-gray desk, the same dull color as the pair of file cabinets along the tiled wall.
Doris knelt at Cindy's feet. She massaged creamy lotion into Cindy's legs.
Doris was twenty-four years old. Hamilton High School hired her as the girls' gym teacher only two years ago, when Doris had just graduated from teacher's college.
She was handsome rather than pretty. Her athletic body was well developed.
Her hair was such a dark shade of brown that it could have been taken for black. It framed her wide wide face. It was styled in a neat shag cut.
Her eyebrows were dark and arched. She had high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. Her eyes were almond shaped, hazel in color, and looked vaguely Oriental.
Her mouth was full and wide-lipped. Her flesh glowed with a rich golden glow, a bronze or olive complexion, healthy and shining.
She wore no make-up. She did not care for such feminine frivolities.
Her body was straight and trim. It was covered with a long-sleeved white sweatshirt, a navy blue pleated skirt, and socks and sneakers.
Her shoulders were wide, strong. The muscles of her arms had solid definition, a result of the weight-lifting program she followed.
Her breasts were small, high, firm. Her hips were lean. But her bottom was ripely rounded and deliciously curved - the most fleshily abundant part of her body.
The hem of the skirt came just above her knees. Her thighs were round and muscular, her calves were shapely. Rapture showed on her face.
It was late in the afternoon. The school was all but deserted - students and teachers had gone home a few hours ago.
Privacy was assured thanks to the locked door. They were unlikely to be interrupted, but the locked door guarded against a passing stranger or custodian.
Carl, the janitor, liked the girls. Often he would pause to lean on his broom and stare hotly as some teenaged beauties flounced past him.
So Doris kept the door locked - for insurance. She wouldn't want to be caught doing what she did with Cindy whenever she could.
Doris shared a small apartment in town. But her roommate was her lover, and she was wildly jealous, so Doris didn't want her to know about Cindy.
Besides, it made it more exciting to do it in school. Doris had to live a double life, hiding her passion for young girls.
It was stimulating to make love to Cindy right here in the school.
She spilled more lotion on her palms. The white goo was soft and creamy and fragrant. Doris rubbed it into Cindy's thigh.
"Oooh! That's cold!" Cindy shivered as the lotion was rubbed into her flesh.
"I'll warm you up, honey," Doris promised. Her hands were strong and sure as they worked, kneading Cindy's exquisite thighs, rubbing lotion into them.
Doris worked her way up Cindy's thighs. Cindy's long legs glowed with a glistening coating of the oil. Her flesh rippled under Doris' hands.
Cindy got off the desk and stood up. It was delicious for the teenager to look down at the older female who knelt worshipfully at her feet.
A smile curved Cindy's ripe red lips, but did not reach her eyes. No matter what expression played over her face, her eyes were always watchful, alert, probing.
She was a scientist who conducted experiments on men and women, and her perfect body was her laboratory, where she made her important discoveries.
She said, "You want to do a really thorough job, Doris. We mustn't forget to do all of me. There's some parts of me that you missed."
Cindy hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her gym shorts and tugged them down to the tops of her thighs, exposing her pussy.
She was naked under the gym shorts.
Adoration shone in Doris' eyes - so did lust. Her mouth watered at the sight of Cindy's silken bush, of her perfect pink pussy.
She put her hands on Cindy's warm, bare hips. Sighing happily, she pressed the side of her face against Cindy's crotch and nuzzled her bush.
Cindy rested a hand on top of the gym teacher's head. She toyed with the short dark hairs, idly twirling them around her fingers.
Doris pulled her head back. Her hot breath rustled through Cindy's bush. Her pussy lips tingled. Moisture oozed from her membranes.
Before Doris could fasten her mouth on Cindy's pussy for a long hot kiss, Cindy restrained her by pushing her head away from her crotch.
Doris frowned, a wounded look of hurt coming into her eyes.
"Not so fast," Cindy said lightly, loving her power. "I know that you want to get to that part of me, Doris - but not so fast."
"There's another part of me which needs to be all polished up. Do you know what part I'm talking about, Doris? Let me show you."
Cindy turned around, presenting her back and backside to Doris.
She had a perfect heart-shaped ass. The rounded globes were split by a deep cleft. The buttocks were smooth and full and firm.
"That's the part of me that I meant, Doris - my ass. If you want to have any other part of me this afternoon, you better get to work."
"You're so cruel, Cindy."
"You love it." Cindy pulled Doris head to her bottom. Doris pressed her face against the teen's behind, rubbing her cheeks against the ass cheeks.
Doris planted dozens of quick darting kisses on the quivering buttocks.
Cindy held Doris' face pressed to her behind. She looked over her shoulder and down at the gym teacher. Her smile widened.
"With your tongue, Doris - I need a good polishing."
Doris parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. Cindy giggled as the flat of the broad wet tongue pressed down on her buttock.
Her ass cheeks rippled as the tongue slid over them. Saliva smeared on Doris' face. But Cindy had been right - Doris loved it.
Presently a shining coat of silvery saliva covered Cindy from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. Doris' tongue ached with soreness.
"You don't think that you're done yet, do you?!" Cindy pretended astonishment. "You've left the job only half-done, Doris!"
She put her hands on her buttocks and pried the ass cheeks apart. Doris moaned with wanting when she saw Cindy's wrinkled brown rosebud.
"Tongue me inside, Doris - you know how I like it."
Doris knew. She wedged her face between the warm wet ass cheeks. Her lips were puckered. She pressed them against Cindy's asshole.
Cindy oohed and aahed. She leaned forward, thrusting her hindquarters hard against Doris. She rested her palms on the desk for support.
The anal ring quivered when Doris kissed it wetly. Doris flicked her tongue tip against the wrinkled brown folds of flesh, wetting them.
She licked a long loving circle around the rim of the anus, the pressed her tongue tip against the center of the pulsing rosebud and pushed.
Cindy sighed with deep pleasure as Doris shoved her tongue deep into her tight and tiny rectum. She wiggled her hips in arousal.
Her breasts shifted under her thin cotton shirt. She put one hand between her legs and ran her fingertips along her pussy lips.
The combination of stroking her pussy while Doris tongued her ass quickly heated Cindy to the boiling point. She rubbed harder.
She pulled her ass away from Doris' probing tongue. She straightened up, pulled off her shirt, her breasts jiggling as they were freed.
Doris gasped with a sound like someone had punched her in the belly. Wanting Cindy hit her like a physical blow.
Cindy turned around so Doris could see her. "You did that real good." She patted Doris on the cheek, caressing it.
Doris turned her head to the side and licked Cindy's fingers. "Don't get too into that," Cindy said, pulling her hand away, "I've got something better for you to lick. Take off my shorts."
Cindy's red shorts were rolled at the tops of her thighs. Doris lovingly took hold of them and pulled them down to Cindy's ankles.
Cindy stepped out of them. She was now entirely naked except for her shoes and socks. She did not feel like bothering to take them off now.
She sat on the desk. The metal top was cool and hard against her warm, soft buttocks. Cindy spread her legs, exposing her pussy.
Her pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit covered by a mass of soft, sand colored hair. Hunger burned in Doris' eyes as she stared at it.
Doris rested her hands on the tops of Cindy's thighs. Muscles flexed, rippling against Doris' sweaty palms.
The gym teacher put her head between Cindy's legs. She pressed her face against Cindy's crotch. The labia quivered from her kisses.
Doris covered the pussy lips with hot kisses. She stuck out her tongue and licked them, the soft pink flesh rippling under the gliding tongue.
Cindy's pussy lips were as delicate as rose petals. Doris dipped her tongue between the petals to taste nectar. Cindy was wet inside.
Her secretions tingled on the probing tongue of the gym teacher. Doris pressed her lips against the pussy lips and lanced her tongue deeper.
Wet heat seethed around the tongue. Doris licked the slippery membranes.
Cindy put her hand on Doris' head and guided it upward. Doris ran her tongue up along Cindy's pink-lipped slit, to her clitoris.
The clitoris was a dark pink button of flesh, an oily pearl, nestled beneath her sheltering labia. Doris polished that pearl with her tongue.
Cindy's face was creased with pleasure. Her nipples throbbed. Between her legs, Doris bobbed her head as she darted her tongue here and there.
Cindy cupped her own breasts. The breasts nestled in her palms, all smooth and soft, except for the throbbing nipples.
She pinched her nipple viciously. She gasped. Tingling sensations shot from the nipple through her sensitized, breast and through the rest of her.
She could feel those stimulating currents deep in her pussy. She pinched her nipples regularly as Doris continued to tongue her.
Cindy's juices smeared on Doris' face. Heat mounted in her crotch.
Cindy climaxed. She closed her thighs on Doris' head, squeezing it as the convulsive contractions of her orgasm hit her.
Doris could feel Cindy's membranes pulsing against her mouth, which was pressed against them harder than ever due to the squeezing thighs.
Cindy shook and squirmed as she came. She squeezed her breasts so hard that they whitened. The nipples throbbed and pounded.
After some seconds, the fury of the orgasm faded. Cindy sagged in relief, her taut muscles going limp as she slumped on the desk.
Inside her pussy a mass of tingling pleasure vibrated. It shot through her body, making her pulse race and her blood sizzle.
She sighed heavily and deeply. She opened her legs, releasing Doris.
Cindy rested. She got off the desk and staggered across the office. A wrestling and tumbling mat lay in the corner.
Cindy lay down on it. Her sweating body left dark smears on the mat.
Doris crawled to her. She lay down and stretched alongside Cindy. Cindy wrapped her arms around Doris' head and pulled it to her bosom.
Doris nuzzled the breasts. Cindy's nipples throbbed when they grazed the gym teacher's hot wet face. Doris opened her mouth wide.
Cindy cupped her breast, guided it to Doris' mouth, and stuffed the nipple inside. Doris' lips fastened around the bosom flesh as she sucked.
Cindy made no attempt to sexually pleasure Doris, nor did Doris expect her to. Cindy held all the power in this illicit affair.
Later, when Cindy was rested, she sat up, her back pressed against the cool tiled wall, her arms hugging her bent legs.
Her expression was amused and tolerant as Doris bustled around the office.
"You said that you had a surprise for me, Doris - what is it?"
"I'll show you!" The voice of the gym teacher was wavery with eagerness. She had been planning this moment for some time.
Her hands shook. She knelt down by her desk. Around her neck was a lanyard with a silver whistle and some small keys attached.
One of those keys fit into the tiny lock of her bottom drawer. She opened it and took out a box and laid the box on her desk.
The box was the size and shape of a brick. It was made of white cardboard. There was no product label or identifying mark.
"I bought this for us," Doris said. "I really had to nerve myself up to go into one of those places - I felt like everybody knew what I was doing!"
"Come here and show it to me, Doris," Cindy drawled.
Doris hurried over and sat down on the mat next to Cindy. Her hands shook as she opened the lid of the box, revealing its contents.
It contained - a dildo.
It was long and thick and pink. It was shaped like a streamlined, stiffly erect member, with a rounded bullet head and a thick shaft.
Doris studied Cindy's face. Cindy showed no alarm or confusion - she continued to look cool, calm, and collected - as always.
Cindy's smile widened at the edges. She knew what this was, of course.
"A dildo!" Cindy said. "I didn't expect to see that! Tell me, Doris - what do you think that you're going to do with it?"
Doris put her hand on Cindy's bare shoulder and squeezed-it. "I want to make love to you with it, Cindy! I promise it will be good for you."
Cindy took the dildo out of the box. It was made of cool, firm, pliant rubber. Leather thongs were fastened to the base of the shaft.
Cindy said, "I think that you've got a really good idea, Doris - except that you've got it all backward, dear." She patted Doris' cheek.
"Backward?" Doris was puzzled, confused. "I - I don't understand what you mean, Cindy? Don't you - don't you like my surprise?"
"Oh, I do, I do," Cindy assured her in a soothing voice. "It's just that you've got things all wrong, Doris. You're not going to use it on me - I'm going to use it on you!" Cindy pointed the dildo at Doris' shocked face.
"On me?" Doris stammered. "Oh, but you can't! You-"
"Never, ever tell me what I can and can't do, Doris," Cindy said coldly.
"I'm sorry!" Doris wailed. "Please don't be angry with me!"
"Then let's not have any more foolishness." Cindy stood up. She liked to be able to look down at Doris. "Yes, this will be used on you - not me."
"You thought that you were going to fuck me, Doris, but you were wrong. You're the one who's going to get fucked, and I'll be doing the fucking."
Seeing the reluctance on Doris' face, Cindy added, "Of course, you don't have to do it. I can always get dressed and go home. We'll call it a day."
"Cindy, please don't say mean things like that! You know how much I love you!"
"If you do love me, show it with actions, not with words. Talk is cheap."
Doris quietly agreed to all of Cindy's demands. Red spots of blushing color flared up in the gym teacher's humiliated face.
Cindy didn't have any trouble in adjusting the dildo straps to her hip size and fitting it on. She had been on both ends of a dildo plenty of times.
It looked strange, that rigid rod of pink rubber which sprouted from her nubile hips. The dildo straps cut into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Don't bother to get up just jet." Remembering what she had done this morning to bring Glen Green under her sway, she thought of an amusing reversal.
"Stay on your knees, Doris. We're going to pretend that this is a real live cock in front of your face. I want you to suck it and make it wet."
Doris' blush deepened, so that her face burned red. Cindy gripped the dildo and guided it to her lips. Doris opened her mouth.
Cindy giggled as she stuffed the dildo head in Doris' mouth. She was hot with anticipation at this forthcoming demonstration of her power over Doris.
Doris sucked and slurped at the dildo without enthusiasm. Cindy held her head in her hands and shoved the dildo deeper into her mouth.
"Come on, Doris, you can do better than that! I feel sorry for your boyfriends if that's the best you can do at sucking their cocks!"
Doris looked up at Cindy, hurt and tears in her wide eyes.
Cindy grinned down at her. "Oh - that's right, I forgot - you don't have any boyfriends. Just girlfriends. You don't know what you're missing!"
Another idea came to Cindy. She filed it away for future use.
"Okay, that's enough, Doris," Cindy said at last. "It's plain to see that you'll need lots of practice in the cocksucking department."
Cindy pulled the dildo out of Doris' mouth. Saliva oozed on the head and shaft. Strands of it drooled down Doris' trembling chin.
"Up you go, Doris! Stand up, so I can take off your clothes!"
Doris got on her feet. She hung her head in shame and looked down at her feet. She was humiliated by the hold this cruel teen beauty had over her.
Cindy stood so that the jutting dildo would not be pushed aside against Doris' hips. "Take off your blouse, Doris."
Doris pulled off her top garment. Her small breasts were covered by the plain white cups of a utilitarian, unsexy bra.
Cindy unhooked Doris' bra and took it off. The breasts were small and firm, with fat brown nipples and neat roseates.
Doris squirmed and fidgeted as Cindy fondled her breasts. She moaned when Cindy pinched her nipples erect. Cindy kneaded the soft breasts.
Cindy cruelly fondled Doris, inflicting little cruelties on her. pinching her breasts and thighs, pulling on her hair, scratching her.
Cindy asked, "You're not a virgin, are you, Doris?"
"No."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Who was the lucky guy who took your cherry?"
"My brother," Doris said dully. "He raped me when I was thirteen."
That revelation caused Cindy to pause thoughtfully for a moment. "That's too heavy for us to go into now, Doris. We'll come back to that one later."
Cindy asked Doris if there was any lubricant, and if so, where was it kept. A tube of lubricant lay in the bottom drawer where the dildo had been.
Cindy put her hands on Doris' bare shoulders and turned her around. She pressed her palm against the gym teacher's upper back and pushed her forward.
She bent Doris forward from the waist. Doris rested her hands on the desk for support. Her small breasts were firm and stiff-nippled.
"Spread your legs, Doris." Cindy lifted Doris' skirt, exposing her naked ass and her pussy. She bunched the skirt up on Doris' back.
Doris wasn't wearing panties. She had taken them off after school, anticipating that Cindy would mouth her pussy and delight her.
Cindy massaged the lubricant into Doris' pussy lips. They were a dark shade of pinkish brown. The lips were full, warm, smooth.
Shone they shone with a glistening coating of oil - and so did the dildo.
Doris hung her head, whimpering softly as Cindy rubbed the greased head of the dildo up and down her pussy lips, massaging them.
"You don't know how lucky you are, Doris! It's not every girl who can claim that they've been fucked by me!" Cindy pressed the dildo against the labia.
It was a medium-sized dildo. Doris had planned to use it on Cindy. Instead, it was used on her. It pried open her labia and penetrated her deeply.
Doris cried out when the dildo was thrust into her. It was a cry of humiliation, not of pain. She was hopelessly addicted to the delights of Cindy's body.
She knew that there was nothing she would not do, if Cindy commanded it - and Cindy knew it too. Doris would do anything to please her - anything.
As she fucked Doris with the dildo, Cindy was already scheming, planning more humiliation for the gym teacher who was her love slave.
Her humiliated love slave!
CHAPTER FOUR
William Warfield spied on Cindy - his daughter.
It was night. Cindy was going to take a bath before going to bed. She was wrapped in a pink terry robe which was belted at the waist.
The robe's plunging neckline showed the hollow between her breasts, and the round swelling white curves of her bosom. Her breasts jiggled under the robe.
The soft fabric clung to her curves, its hem swirling around her knees. Her legs flashed in graceful strides as she padded barefoot down the hall.
Cindy did not dream that she was being watched. William Warfield was nowhere near her - he was in his private office on the ground floor of this sprawling suburban house. He watched Cindy on the video screen of a closed-circuit TV.
Warfield, a dynamic and aggressive businessman, was the president and founder of a small electronics company specializing in high-precision parts.
He was rich, and able to indulge his habits - and vices.
He had the entire house wired with concealed cameras and wired for sound with hidden microphones. He alone knew the secret.
Last summer, when he was between wives, and Cindy was on a trip to California, Warfield had planted the cameras and microphones.
Carpenters had built concealed panels in the walls. Warfield himself secreted the camera and microphone equipment himself.
He didn't trust the job to anyone else. When the hidden panels were closed, not a sign remained to betray the presence of the spy cameras and bugs.
Warfield's study was a handsome room with wood-paneled walls and thick carpeting. There was a bar, an antique desk, and a handsome mahogany cabinet.
The cabinet looked solid from the outside, but it was really little more than a hollow wooden shell containing the console for his spying devices.
When its lid was unlocked and lifted, a control panel was revealed. There was a video screen, a sound system, and banks of dials and switches.
Warfield now faced the control panel. He was cushioned in the padded depths of his leather recliner as he studied his daughter on the screen.
He had settled in for a long session. It was Friday night - no work tomorrow. The stout oak doors to his study were securely locked and bolted.
Cindy went down the hall. She entered the bathroom, moving out of sight of the camera which scanned the hallway.
Warfield flipped another switch, activating the camera in the bathroom. All the strategic rooms were bugged - the bathrooms, the bedroom, den, cellar, kitchen.
Warfield's only regret was that he had installed a black-and-white TV system, rather than one in color. It was too late to change it now.
A new view filled the screen as the bathroom camera was activated. It was mounted behind a panel in the ceiling, and gave a view of the entire bathroom.
He turned on the switch which controlled the sound. He heard the lock click into place when Cindy turned it.
She leaned forward and turned on the taps. Water streamed from the faucets. She tested the temperature with her hand, adjusting it to her liking.
Warfield squirmed with excitement. His face was red, flushed.
Cindy took bottles from the glass shelves over the deep porcelain tub and opened them and poured lotions and oils into the bathwater. The tub filled quickly. The hidden microphones amplified the sound of running water so efficiently that Warfield felt like he was right in the bathroom with her.
Cindy's back was turned to the camera as she opened her robe and took it off.
"Ahhhhhh ... " Warfield gasped when Cindy's nudity was revealed. There was the lithe elegant curve of her back, the ripe roundness of her perfect bottom, the alluring sight of her long trim legs.
Cindy hung her robe on a hook on the door. She turned. Now he could see her high firm breasts, her narrow waist, her full hips - her pussy.
His face was creased with a hungry expression of need, of aching lust.
His cock quivered in his trousers. His penis and testicles felt heavy, tingling. His member stirred, jerking spasmodically.
Within seconds, a stiff erection strained against the seams of his pants. It throbbed when he put his hand on it and squeezed.
He continued to squeeze it as he watched Cindy. He kneaded the hard rod like he was playing with a lump of clay. It felt good, touching himself there.
The tub was full. Cindy's breasts dangled as she leaned forward to shut off the taps. She straightened up and dipped her toe in the water.
The temperature must have been just right. She stepped into the tub. Her legs bent as she slowly lowered herself into the water.
An expression of pure delight came over her face as she sank in hot water up to her neck. Cindy was a sensual creature ruled by the pleasures of the body.
There were no secrets she held from him. He had witnessed her most private, intimate moments - at least, she had thought that they were private.
He had watched her masturbate. He had watched her fucking and sucking her boyfriends - and her girlfriends. Those were his favorite moments.
There was a video tape recorder built into the console. All he had to do was flip a switch, and whatever scene was on the screen would be put on tape.
He had built up quite a collection of tapes of his daughter. They were steamy. They would have been rated triple-XXX.
He didn't bother to turn on the recorder now. He had plenty of scenes of Cindy in the tub. Still, it was always delightful to watch.
His stiff penis craved more direct stimulation. Warfield reluctantly tore his hot, fascinated gaze from the screen.
He took something out of his desk drawer, handling it reverently as he unfolded it. His hands trembled with eagerness.
It was a pair of black satin panties. They had belonged to Cindy, before he had sneaked down to the basement to steal them.
Cindy assumed they were lost in the wash. She possessed an abundance of clothes and underwear and lingerie, so she never missed them.
Warfield hurried back to his chair, afraid that he might have missed some sweet and precious moment. Cindy was soaping up a washcloth.
Good! He was right on time! Warfield unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, opened his pants. He pulled down his trousers and his shorts.
His bare buttocks pressed against the leather covered seat cushions.
His throbbing, jerking erection jutted from his hips. He opened the panties and pulled them down over his bobbing member.
He hissed through clenched teeth as his red rod was wrapped in the sleek black satin of Cindy's panties. His fist closed around it.
His swollen cock head and shaft were wrapped in black satin - in the precious panties which had touched the softest, most intimate part of his daughter.
Cindy sat up in the tub. A sheen of perspiration shone on her face. Her eyes were all dreamy. Her breasts floated in the water.
She soaped herself up. The washcloth glided over her shining wet skin, rubbing frothy lather on her smooth flesh.
Cindy spent a great deal of time and attention on washing her breasts. She always did. Warfield never got bored watching her, either.
Cindy's breasts shone like they were oiled. They were all slippery from the soap. She lifted them, squeezed them, plumped them up, pulled them apart.
Her nipples stiffened and became erect from her sensual handling. The pink points rose out of the bubbling masses of lather and forth and foam.
Cindy rinsed them off next. She dipped the washcloth in the water, saturating it. She held it over her breasts and squeezed.
Rivulets of water splashed down her breasts, washing away the lather. When she was washed clean, her nipples remained erect.
"Unh ... unh ... unh ... " Warfield manipulated his stiff penis, caressing it with the shimmering black satin of the panties, stroking, stroking.
Cindy lifted her leg out of the water, arching it. She rested her foot on the edge of the tub.
Once more she lathered up the washcloth. She scrubbed her legs with the same slow, loving attention and care she had devoted to her breasts.
Warfield could see between her legs when she spread them to wash. He chewed his lower lip as he pulled and kneaded his pulsing erection.
After she rinsed her thighs, she was ready to bathe the most intimate part of her body. She bent her legs and leaned against the back of the tub.
She lifted her hips out of the water in front. Water ran down the folds of her pussy lips. Her bush, sopping wet, was dark from the water.
Cindy smiled wickedly as she took the bar of soap and put it between her legs. The soap was as white as polished ivory.
She rubbed it along her pussy lips. Delight spasmed on her face. She lathered up a mass of white foam on her lips and her bush.
She spent a very long time rubbing that soap into her flesh.
Warfield shuddered. He could not hold back for one more second. He furiously pulled his penis, twisting and rubbing his stiff member.
He came. He went rigid as semen spurted inside the crotch of Cindy's panties.
Warfield groaned. Even if there had been someone standing outside his study, they never would have heard him - the room was soundproofed.
An eavesdropper does not like to be eavesdropped upon.
Semen gushed thickly, spurting into the panties. They were wrapped around his cock head, so that no semen spilled out from them.
Warfield sagged back in his chair. His eyes were slits in his red face and his open mouth moaned softly. His cock throbbed as he squeezed it.
He slouched in the contoured recliner chair, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as he breathed. He looked like he was sleeping.
Time passed, one minute, two. His eyes opened. They were glazed, shining. He gasped as he forced himself to sit upright.
His eyes widened when he saw Cindy. She had finished washing her pussy. Now she knelt in the tub, soaping up her buttocks.
The hemispheres of smooth white flesh jiggled as she rubbed frothy lather into them. She pulled her buttocks open.
She scrubbed the cleft of her ass. She twirled a corner of the washcloth into a point and pushed it inside her tight and tiny anus.
Warfield would have been delighted to clean her out with his tongue.
She was a very hygienic girl - she cleaned herself outside and inside. She rinsed the last of the soap off her buttocks.
Cindy rose out of the tub, fat droplets of water rolling down the fissures and curves of her flesh. She wrapped a towel around her.
Warfield took that opportunity to unwrap the panties from his stiff penis. He twisted them as he took them off, so his semen would not spill.
His cock head shone with the stuff. He glimpsed a puddle of milky white semen floating in the crotch of the panties.
He folded them carefully and set them aside. Later, as he always did after these sessions, he would wash the panties clean by hand in the sink.
His cock was semi-erect, red, throbbing. It pulsed as it lay along his thigh. He felt lazy, sleepy, satisfied.
Cindy toweled herself vigorously. Her scrubbed flesh shone brightly. Her bush was damp but fluffy. She wiped water from her inner thighs.
She glowed with good health. Momentarily satisfied, his lust dormant and resting, Warfield was able to admire the natural sculptured beauty of her body.
Cindy wrapped herself in the terry robe and exited the bathroom.
Warfield knew her routine. Cindy would sit in front of the mirror in her room, naked, drying and styling her hair with the blower.
He reached for the switch to activate the camera hidden in Cindy's bedroom, to pick up the show at the next stage.
On impulse, he decided to look in on his new wife, Grace. She had proven to be a source of unexpected delight with the secret urges of her private life.
She thought it was private. But Warfield was the only person in the house who enjoyed true privacy, free from unseen and unknown spying eyes.
He flipped the switches, changing over to the next camera in line when he found that the room was empty of Grace. He found her in the basement.
Grace was his third wife. His first wife had passed away from natural causes when Cindy was ten. His second wife was a bi-sexual wanton.
It was his hot-blooded second wife, with her taste for young girls, who had corrupted Cindy - or awakened her to sexual enjoyment, depending on the point of view.
Warfield had known all along about Karen, his wife, and what she was doing to Cindy. She initiated the girl shortly after she reached puberty.
Warfield was glad. His daughter was receiving as fine an education in amorality and hedonism as she could get anywhere.
But Karen was too greedy, too grasping. She had assumed, mistakenly, that she could control and manipulate Warfield as she did the other men.
In those days, they lived in another house. His equipment had been less sophisticated back then - he used hidden movie cameras and two-way mirrors.
Karen tried to start a ruckus when he told her he was divorcing her. She had gone white-faced and gasping when she saw the films he had of her.
Thanks to the films, which had captured Karen making love to his very young and very naked teenager daughter, Warfield had Karen by the short hairs.
She mutely accepted the small settlement of money he gave her, and gave him an uncontested divorce. He kept custody of Cindy.
Grace was his latest wife. There had been many women and girls before he married her. She was a hot-blooded little number who kept him amused.
He found her in the basement recreation room. There was a bar with stools along a wall. Grace sat on a stool, her legs crossed, gulping a drink.
She was in her early thirties. She had long black hair, a strikingly attractive face, and a wickedly luscious body.
Her hair was cut simply, in a sweeping brunette curve which grazed her shoulders. Her face was elegant, exquisite, with the profile of a fashion model.
She had arched eyebrows, a long straight nose, and pouting bee-stung lips. Her skin was stretched taut on the chiseled bones of her face.
She wore a tight-fitting one-piece print dress. It was hardly matronly - but then, he hadn't married her because she would make a good wife and mother.
She did make an absolutely delicious human toy. He had high hopes for her.
She was a selfish, amoral, greedy little bitch. That was good. She had few scruples or ethics to trouble her - particularly in bed.
When he was finished molding her, she would be perfect for his needs.
He was pleased to see that she did not disappoint him now. She was not alone.
A man was with her, a young man - his nephew. James was a handsome, lazy young fellow who hated work the way he hated poison.
He was also a most vigorous and accomplished bedroom athlete. James didn't know that some of his best performances were recorded on tape.
From the way he was hovering over Grace, it looked as though he was about to add to the collection. Warfield activated the recorder.
The images picked up by the video camera were recorded on the reel of tape. Warfield settled in to watch the show.
James was in his late twenties. His short brown hair was razor-cut, carefully styled. He had rugged good looks and a lithe, strong body.
He wore a suit and tie. The suit was custom-made - he never bought suits off the rack. Why should he? - after all, it was his uncle's money.
William Warfield had hired James for a no-show job with his company. James didn't know that his salary was actually a stud fee for all the enjoyment Warfield had gotten out of watching the young man fuck the females in his family.
Grace didn't know that Cindy had seduced James - but Warfield did. It was all on tape - and what a hot tape that was!
Warfield would have loved to see Cindy's face if she ever found out that her lover was getting some on the side from her step-daughter.
He settled in to watch the show. He could always return to Cindy later.
James set his drink down on the bar. He stood behind Grace. He slipped his arm around her narrow waist and nuzzled her hair.
A slow smile of pleasure curved her ripe red lips. She reached down and put her hand between his legs, fondling his member.
They discussed whether or not it was safe for them to be intimate.
Grace told him not to worry. Her husband was closeted away in his study, and wouldn't come out for hours, as was his usual custom.
James asked about Cindy. Grace told him that Cindy was bathing and doing her hair, which would keep her safely occupied for a while.
That sounded fine to James. Grace had teased and stroked his cock to full bulging erection. He fondled her breasts through her dress.
She turned on the stool to kiss him. He embraced her. Their open mouths met. Their jaw muscles flexed as they rubbed tongues.
Warfield noted with amusement that James closed his eyes during the kiss, while Grace kept hers open. James put his hand on her thighs.
He pushed up her skirt. Grace wore no pantyhose or stockings, so her legs were bare. She was of medium height, with a lushly abundant body.
James lifted her off the stool and set her on her feet. She wrapped her arms around his broad upper back while they continued to kiss.
He dropped his hand from the small of her back to her bottom. He patted the round globes which thrust against the taut fabric of her dress.
After a moment of passionate kissing, Grace broke off the embrace.
With practiced skill she pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand inside. James moaned softly as she pulled his erection through the flyhole.
He wanted to take down his pants, but she warned him against it. She was sure they would not be interrupted, but accidents do happen.
It was wiser for him to be able to recover quickly if someone should come down to the basement. They would hear whoever it was, and be able to cover up.
Grace's high heels clicked on the linoleum as she crossed the floor to a pool table. James trotted after her, his exposed erection bobbing.
She positioned herself so that she was facing the bottom of the stairs. Warfield chuckled to himself at her laughable precautions.
Talk about locking the barn door after the horse was stolen! Grace's defenses were useless, with a spy camera following her every move.
She leaned forward from the waist. Her lush breasts strained against the fabric of her dress, dangling heavily like melons of flesh.
Her physique excited Warfield. She had heavy breasts, a narrow waist, wide womanly hips, and lithe, strong legs.
Grace placed her palms on the bumper of the pool table. She spread her feet and looked hotly over her shoulder at her lover.
James came up in back of her. He pulled her skirt up high on her back. A pair of black lace bikini panties was stretched across her hips.
Her ass was rounded and luscious. James fondled her bottom, her hips, her thighs. He pulled her panties down, baring her white rounded bottom.
Grace smeared saliva on her hand and rubbed it into her pussy.
She was hot and eager for action. She wasted not a second of their valuable time together with foreplay, and immediately got down to business.
Her buttocks jiggled as she shook her bottom from side to side invitingly.
She took hold of his stiff cock and pulled him to her. He rubbed his hard member against her ass cheeks. Now he gasped with excitement.
He brought his cock head down to her pussy. Grace impatiently hissed at him to begin. She moaned as his cock head grazed her labia.
The red head of his swollen cock was a wedge of warm flesh which split Grace's pussy lips, spreading them to the sides as his shaft sank into them.
Her face was taut with hunger and need. Her masses of black hair fanned out over the felt of the pool table as she hung her head.
She pushed back, meeting him halfway. Her head jerked upward as he thrust his stiff shaft deep inside her pussy, ramming it home.
His face was dark and flushed and swollen. He spread his feet for better balance and took hold of her hips. He thrust back and forth.
Warfield thought that it was a pity that the couple had not stripped before sex, but of course their circumstances did not allow the luxury of a prolonged session.
That was a pity, since they were both gifted with splendid physiques - a pair of hot, healthy human animals.
Since only his stiff cock was exposed and sticking out of his open fly hole, it looked as though James was fully dressed in his suit and tie.
He must have gotten pretty hot, because he hastily pulled off his suit jacket and dropped it on the floor. He thrust faster and harder.
Dark circles of sweat widened under his arms as he continued thrusting his stiff cock deep into the heated core of Grace's pussy.
She rocked her hips violently, shoving them back, forth, and sideways. She was easily a match for his aggressive lust - perhaps more than a match.
It was exciting to watch them. There was Grace - his wife - fully clothed from the waist up. Her head was buried in her arms, which were folded on the pool table.
From the waist down she was naked, except for the rolled line of her panties and the high heeled shoes which accented the contours of her legs.
James took her from behind. Fully clothed, he handled Grace, touching her breasts, hips, buttocks and thighs with practiced familiarity.
Her buttocks, all white and shining, rippled as his hips slammed into them each time he buried his cock deep in her pussy.
Warfield caught quick blurred glimpses of his nephew's cock as it pumped in and out of his wife's pussy. James had a look of intense concentration on his face.
Grace crossed over her orgasmic threshold and climaxed.
She jerked her head up as she came. Her face was taut and strained, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth open wide. Hair fell on her face.
James pushed his penis deep into her for the final thrust. He shivered as his orgasm hit him. A cry of passion was ripped from deep in his throat.
Grace shook her head from side to side, her hair whipping across the felt surface of the pool table. She hissed through clenched teeth.
James molded his body to hers. He hugged her, his stiff cock still planted deep inside her. The lovers writhed ecstatically.
Warfield smiled with tolerant understanding for the simple and intense passions of the young couple. Their sexual needs were simple and basic.
His own needs were infinitely more complex and intricate. Both James and Grace played important roles in his sexual scheme of things - and so did Cindy.
James and Grace sobbed for breath, dazed by the force of the orgasm they mutually shared. They sighed from the hot sweetness of afterglow.
Time passed. Grace finally stopped panting long enough to warn James that they could not risk being found like this - they must separate.
James followed that command literally. He straightened up and pulled his hips back, withdrawing his erection from inside Grace.
He moaned from the pleasure of his cock gliding over her creamy membranes. Her pussy lips were pushed outward when his cock head came free of them.
The labia closed immediately after the fleshy intruder was removed. Grace groaned with longing. Her pussy lips, shining with semen, quivered.
That was just about it - this show was over.
For an instant, Warfield thought about wandering down from his study and surprising James and Grace. Their consternation would be devilishly amusing.
Still, they could wait. His plans for them were developing nicely.
He flipped the switch to pick up the camera hidden in Cindy's room. It was positioned over her bed, for obvious reasons.
Cindy sat up in bed, reading. A gauzy pink nightie wrapped her upper body, clinging to her curves, outlining her nipples, which were now flat.
Warfield feasted his eyes on the lovely vision of her face and form.
He had plans for Cindy, too - long-delayed plans which would soon begin.
CHAPTER FIVE
William Warfield leered, "It's high time you were in bed, Cindy!"
For an instant, his bland mask of paternal geniality fell away, revealing the naked incestuous lust which seethed below the surface.
Cindy noticed it, too. She was drunk, but not that drunk.
She leaned against the wall for support. Her face was red and flushed. She focused her eyes and looked up at his face, searching it.
She had heard that rasping note of lust in the voices of too many men - and women - to mistake it for anything else.
But by the time she looked at him, Warfield had recovered his composure, and the mask was back in place. He smiled fondly at her.
His face showed no sign to betray his aching, his profound sexual need for his teenage daughter. He looked fondly paternal - that was all.
But his heart hammered in his chest. If his doctor had not given him a clean bill of health at his most recent physical examination, Warfield would have worried that he might suffer a heart attack from the sheer excitement of the moment.
"Let's get you to your room, honey." Warfield took her by the arm.
Cindy pushed off from the wall. She was a bit unsteady on her feet. Warfield put his arm around her slim waist to support her.
He felt the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of the dress she wore. He could smell the natural sweetness of her hair.
His nerves tingled and his pulse raced - his blood was boiling.
Cindy sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Her thigh brushed his as they walked down the hallway to Cindy's bedroom.
It was shortly after ten o'clock on Saturday night. So far, everything in Warfield's scheme was working out to perfection.
Grace was gone. She had pretended that she was going to visit a sick aunt upstate for the weekend - but he knew where she really was.
He had electronically listened in to Grace and James making their plans. It was amusing, the way they thought they could deceive him.
Grace had gone no further than a few miles out of town, to the motel where she was having a rendezvous with James.
That suited Warfield fine. It would keep the both of them out of his hair for the weekend, leaving him alone with Cindy in the big house.
This evening, he had taken Cindy to dinner at a fancy restaurant in town.
It was a formal place, and Cindy had dressed for the occasion. Her masses of blonde hair were pinned to the top of her head, accenting her fair face.
Make-up was applied lightly but skillfully. Her brows were subtly darkened and arched, her lashes were made thicker and more luxurious.
Eyeliner and shadow made her eyes wider and deeper. Blusher formed a rosy glow on her cheeks. Her lips were shining with a white waxy lip gloss.
There was something thrillingly decadent about such a young girl being made up like an adult female, adding sophistication to her juvenile face.
And of course Cindy had a body which any adult female would have been proud to call her own. That perfect, clean-limbed body was covered with a white dress.
The dress was strapless, leaving her smooth tanned shoulders bare. Her breasts were fitted into cups. Her nipples jutted against the fabric.
The dress had a tight bodice which hugged her torso. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body - the tight dress revealed that for a fact.
The dress was a white sheath of shimmering fabric. It hugged the curves of her hips and was tautly stretched across her rounded buttocks.
Its hem came an inch past her knees. She wore no pantyhose, leaving her shapely calves bare. Open-toed white shoes with high heels covered her feet.
Cindy loved to dress up and go out to fancy places. She had expensive tastes, and why not? Warfield could afford to indulge her.
The restaurant set the mood. It was quiet, elegant, intimate. The food was superb and the service was flawless. Cindy was thrilled.
The maitre' de knew Warfield well. Warfield had no trouble in getting alcoholic drinks served to Cindy. Cindy drank quite a lot.
There were cocktails before the meal. Warfield told the waiter to make Cindy's drink a double. She had gulped it down.
During the meal, the attentive stewards hovered around Warfield's table, bringing him fresh bottles of vintage wine as he called for them.
Cindy was quite tipsy by the meal's end. Even her coffee was flavored with liquor, so that it only made her more intoxicated, not more sober.
After the meal, he took his daughter to see a movie, one which Cindy had wanted to see but had been unable to be admitted without being accompanied by a parent.
Following the movie, Warfield returned home with his daughter to the empty house.
He suggested that they cap off the evening with a drink. Cindy was flattered by the way he was treating her like an adult.
He mixed her a drink with a sweet green liqueur. It tasted like an ice cream soda, but it had a high alcoholic potency.
When the drinks were done, he and Cindy went upstairs to get changed into more comfortable night clothes. Cindy was a bit smashed.
She staggered on the first step and nearly fell. Warfield caught her, steadying her. His hands were pressed against her warm narrow waist.
He followed her up the stairs. She gripped the banister tightly. His mouth watered as he watched the delicious roll of her buttocks beneath the tight dress.
Now, he was taking her to her bedroom. He opened the door and switched on the light. Cindy lurched inside and threw herself on the bed.
She fell on her back on the mattress, flopping down uninhibitedly, her breasts bobbing in the cups of her dress.
Color, red and glowing, shone in her face. "The room is spinning all around!"
Warfield chuckled as he pulled a chair to the side of Cindy's bed. His hand shook as he reached out to fondle her hair.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted. Warfield played with some of the golden curls which had fallen down from her pinned-up hair to her face.
The hair was silken. It shone like ultra-fine golden wires. It felt like silk as it sifted through his fingers. He chewed his lips.
He flipped on the lamp on her night table, then went to the door and shut off the overhead light. The small lamp shed an intimate amber glow.
The moment of truth had arrived. Warfield took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Tonight would be the night.
One way or another, he would have Cindy tonight. If she wasn't willing, he would force her, and damn the consequences!
Too much wanting was bad for him. She obsessed him. If he did not do something about his life, the pressure might well break him.
He sat back down on the chair. Cindy murmured something which he could not quite make out, since her words were slurred and slow.
"It's time for bed, Cindy." He slipped his arm beneath her neck. "Sit up, honey." He helped Cindy to a sitting position.
She leaned back against the polished wooden headboard. The fluffy pillows were cushions supporting her - she sank deep into them.
"I'm going to put you to bed," he said, "just like I used to do when you were a very little girl. But you can't go to bed with your clothes on."
Cindy leaned forward. Her head sagged, so mat her chin rested on her chest. Listlessly she reached behind her back for the zipper of the dress.
He took hold of her hands and gently moved them away. "Here, let me do that."
He took hold of the zipper and pulled it down, opening the tight white dress to the small of her back. He peeled back the open folds of fabric.
Her tan skin was satin-smooth. The boned vertebrae of her elegant spine could be seen pressing against the soft flesh of her back.
A white line of flesh along her upper back showed the outline of the bikini top she had worn while tanning.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Cindy's eyes were still shut.
"Getting you ready for bed, sweetheart. Now, cooperate like my good little girl."
"I'm always your good little girl, Daddy." She giggled.
"Yes, you are."
Warfield pressed his hand against her back, holding her up. He reached in front of her and gripped the edge of her breast cup with his fingers.
He touched the smooth and warm swelling softness of her breast. He was committed now - he was going all the way.
He pulled the front of her dress down, baring her breasts.
Her breasts jiggled as they came out of the cups. The cups were reinforced so that the dress could be worn without the support of a bra.
Her mounds of soft flesh jiggled as they flopped free of the clothing. Warfield's eyes were dazzled by the abundance of bosom flesh, and the pink nipples.
Cindy's eyes opened. She looked sly. "Daddy, what are you doing?!"
He stroked the smooth warm curve of her shoulders, soothing her. "It's all right, honey. It's okay. I'm your daddy. It's all right."
"But you can see my tits."
"Yes. Now, let's get the rest of these clothes off."
He pulled her dress down to her waist, so she was bare from the waist up. Coyly, provocatively, she crossed her arms over her breasts.
It was done to call attention to them, not for modesty's sake. Cindy was invulnerable to worries about modesty and conventional morality.
So - Daddy wanted to play games, did he? That was good. She loved Daddy. He was the only person who really understood her.
Cindy's mother - Warfield's first wife - had been gentle and loving to her, but she really didn't understand what Cindy was all about.
Karen knew. Karen, her step-mother. Karen had seen behind Cindy's demure face and innocent manner. Karen knew that Cindy's seeming shyness was just a mask, a pose which Cindy adopted because it worked to her benefit.
Karen had guessed what Cindy was really like. Karen knew her - it takes one to know one, as the old saying goes. Karen realized Cindy's potential.
Because the truth about Cindy was that she didn't care what she did, as long as it gave her pleasure. Pleasure was her personal god.
Sexual pleasure was her favorite addiction. Men, boys, women, girls, or any kind of combination of those four - Cindy loved them all.
Besides the ecstasies of the body, there were other, stranger, more specialized pleasures, bizarre pleasures which existed in the twilight zone between pleasure and pain.
So Cindy was not shocked when she realized that her daddy wanted her. It was just one more piece of evidence that sweet sex ruled the lives of all men and women.
And Daddy was handsome. She had always though that he was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen. He was mature and distinguished.
It thrilled her that Daddy was ready to cross the boundary line of the last, most forbidden taboo - incest.
She was more than ready to cross that boundary line herself. This was wild. It had been a long time since she got her kicks in this far-out a way.
She felt the kind of sick, stomach-churning she hadn't known for a long time.
But the knots and butterflies were the physical sign of her extreme excitement. Why, she was shaking like a leaf!
This was good. She was easily bored - novelty wore off fast. Recently, she had seduced her gym teacher and Glen Green to find relief from boredom.
She was jaded. Doris and Glen were easy. But Daddy - ah, he was something else!
Daddy put his hand on her shoulder and gently but firmly pushed her back into the cushions. She did not resist, but she kept her arms covering her bosom.
She had found that shyness, or the pretense of shyness, was exciting to men and women alike. She would show Daddy excitement the likes of which he'd never known.
He slipped his fingers between her dress and her bare hips. He tugged at the tight white sheath of her dress. "Lift up your bottom, dear, so I can take off your dress."
She arched her back and lifted her buttocks off the mattress. Warfield pulled the dress down off her hips. It was so tight that he had to peel it off.
It slipped past her hips, past the lower rims of her bottom cheeks. Cindy put her bottom back on the mattress. Daddy pulled the dress down her legs.
He took it off. Cindy still wore her high-heeled shoes. Warfield lovingly ran his hand over her dress as he neatly folded it and set it aside.
Cindy wore white lace panties. They were bikini style, stretched across her hips, as white as the untanned flesh of her crotch and ass.
The lacy panties, from France, were elaborately embroidered. The numerous holes in the lace patterns made the panties semi-transparent.
He could see her pubic bush through the panties. The bush was pressed down.
Cindy said, "Daddy? Do you love me?"
"More than anything else in the world, little girl." His voice quavered.
She sat up, her arms falling away from her breasts, reaching up for him.
"I love you, Daddy. Kiss me!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face rose up to meet his.
Warfield embraced her. He worried that the force of his pent-up passions might explode, so he forced himself to be restrained and gentle.
He hugged her. Her naked breasts pressed against his tie and white shirt front. Her mouth was open - he covered it with his own.
Her wide lips were soft, warm, yielding. Sweet. He pushed his tongue in her mouth and rubbed hers with it. She kissed him back, hard.
He tasted the sweetness of her saliva. Her tongue glided against his. She pulled him to her, down to the bed. He got out of the chair and followed her down.
She lay on her back on the bed and he was on top of her. He held her head in his hands as he kissed her. His jaws and face muscles flexed.
She was warm and wiggling beneath him. He worried that his weight might be heavy on her, so he rolled on his side, still kissing her.
Her long bare legs were tangled with his muscular legs in his dressy pants. She wrapped her ankle around his and pressed her hips hard against his groin.
He was hard, of course. He had sprouted a furious erection from the second that he bared her breasts. His penis felt like a red-hot bar of iron.
He touched her. Her flesh was warm, smooth, soft, resilient with the springiness of youth. His hands roamed her body.
He touched her smooth shoulders, her arched back, her hips, her taut smooth thighs, her rounded buttocks covered by the lace panties.
After a moment, he came up for air.
"I want to tell you something, Daddy - I have to whisper."
She moved her mouth close to his ear. Her warm sweet breath tickled him, disturbed him. Cindy whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Daddy."
"I want you to do it to me real good. I know you can. I want you to fuck me. I want to give you everything I've got to give!"
She stuck out her tongue and licked the inside of his ear. He felt like a fuse had just been blown in his libido. All systems were on red alert.
He rolled her on her back and took off her panties. Her breasts were soft white mounds with stiff nipples rising up from her chest.
He pulled the panties down her long legs and off her feet. He ran his fingers along her smooth inner thighs. Cindy sat up.
Her breasts bobbed as she tugged at his tie, unknotting it. She licked her lips.
"Take off all your clothes, Daddy. Get naked with me!"
He ripped off his tie, shucked off his jacket and flung it away. He kicked off his shoes and socks and quickly stripped down to the waist. He had a lean body with a narrow torso and a flat belly. Black hair sprinkled with gray was matted on his chest muscles.
He had to stand up to take off his pants. Cindy reached off the edge of the bed. She said, "Let me do that!"
She opened his pants and pulled down his zipper. Her mouth watered when she saw the size of his bulging erection in his shorts.
His pants fell down to his feet and he stepped out of them. He pulled off his shorts and his stiff cock bobbed up, thrusting vertically from his hips.
Cindy took his hand and pulled him back down to the bed. He stretched out on top of his naked teenage daughter. Her perfection left him breathless.
She lay on her back, her eyes closed. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed. She spread her legs, opening herself to him.
He touched her breast. The mass of white flesh quivered like it was jelly. But the nipples were stiff, and throbbed when he pinched them.
Softly he kneaded and fondled her breasts, squeezing them, stroking them.
Cindy put her hands on his shoulders. She caressed them, then moved her hands to his face, where her fingers traced the contours.
His penis was so hard that it ached. Sometimes it brushed Cindy's soft flesh, causing it to tingle electrically, then throb.
Cindy pulled his head down to her breasts. He gripped the mounds of flesh, plumping them up, and rubbed his hot face against them.
The nipples were hard. He took one in his mouth and sucked.
He kissed and licked the undersides of her breast. The bosom flesh yielded to his gliding tongue. He licked his way down her belly.
He slithered down the bed, positioning his body between her long spread legs.
His head came to her pussy, so close that his breath rustled the silken pubic hairs. The thin pink labia quivered.
He pressed his lips on the labia and kissed them.
Cindy moaned. Her moans increased in volume and duration as he stuck out his tongue tip and caressingly massaged her pussy lips with it.
He dipped his tongue down between her labia, tasting her.
She was wet inside - dripping wet. This proved that she was genuinely sexually stimulated by him. This pleased Warfield immensely.
Her juices were sweeter to him than the finest champagne. His lips pressed hard on her labia as he greedily slurped up those long-desired juices.
Cindy gasped. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
He licked his way upward along her slit. His tongue tip peeled back the labia and uncovered the pearly clitoris.
It throbbed like a tiny beating heart as he tongued it. Cindy's soft groans of passion came from deep in the pit of her belly.
As his tonguing continued, she squirmed and fidgeted from the sheer intensity of it. He clutched her hips and pinned them down.
He licked her clitoris until she came. Cindy breathed faster and her moans got wilder until finally she shrieked as she crossed the threshold.
He could feel the convulsive contractions of her pussy as she came. Her flesh was taut and rigid in his hands. He lifted his tongue from her clitoris.
Her face was red and sweating. She shook it from side to side on the pillow.
Warfield moved back up on the bed. He climbed on top of her. His chest flattened her breasts, pushing excess bosom flesh out to the sides.
Her hard nipples throbbed against his chest. He raised himself on his forearm so he could reach under himself and take hold of his cock.
That rigid rod all but burned his fingers as they closed around the shaft. He guided the swollen red cock head to Cindy's pussy.
He pressed it against the quivering labia, which were wet with his saliva and her secretions.
The wedge of his cock head pried her pussy lips apart. They split and spread to the sides, curling over on themselves.
Warfield gasped as his bullet shaped cock head was enveloped in her moist heat. Her membranes were hot wet velvet, stretching to accommodate him.
He was inside her. He clutched her hips and pushed deeper. The red shaft of his cock slowly sank into her steamy pit of passion.
Finally the base of his shaft pressed against the lips of her pussy. He was all the way inside her, in deep, penetrating her.
Cindy wrapped her arms around his upper back and held on tightly.
His buttocks tautened as he rocked his hips back and began thrusting. He felt faint from the supremely sensual pleasure of massaging his cock against her membranes.
He started slow and gradually speeded up the tempo of his penetrating thrusts when he saw that Cindy liked it fast, hard, and rough. That was good, too. He loved her, but sometimes his need for her was so great that he hated her. He didn't need to be tender with Cindy.
She didn't want it that way. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy up into him, responding to his surging strokes, matching him, firing him up.
His cock was a red rod of flesh pumping into her. Sweat poured from father and daughter, oiling their straining bodies.
The sweat was a lubricant which made their flesh cling. His belly loudly slapped hers when he thrust into her.
Bright hot pain flashed through him when Cindy dug her nails into his muscled upper back. She raked them down his back, tearing the flesh.
The sudden sharp pain cut through the humid erotic haze which surrounded him.
He gripped her hips so tightly that the soft white flesh bruised beneath his fingers. He used his stiff cock like a weapon.
He stabbed her with it again and again, thrusting it into her. She bit her lips and moaned. He rammed his cock into her, making her wail.
His orgasm was on him. He shoved deep into her. His cock head knocked at the mouth of her womb. His shaft twitched against her membranes.
He came. For a blinding second he thought ecstasy would tear him apart.
At the instant that semen spurted from his swollen cock head, Cindy sank her white strong teeth into his shoulder and bit hard.
Pain was overpowered by the pleasure of his orgasm. That was pleasure so intense and prolonged that it felt like pain.
He groaned as semen was pumped out of him. He felt like his insides had melted down to molten wax. He squirmed and shivered.
The frantic convulsions of his spurting cock ceased, and some kind of sanity returned. Cindy opened her jaws, taking her teeth from his shoulder.
Sweat streamed down his face, stinging his eyes. He gasped for breath. Cindy lay beneath him, smiling, smirking, looking superior.
He examined his shoulder. There were raw red bite marks, with the imprint of the teeth in his flesh breaking the skin in some places.
"You're Daddy's very own little precious bitch," he murmured, caressing her cheek. Without warning, he slapped her face.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy was going to be fucked in her ass - by her daddy.
It was shortly before nine o'clock on Sunday morning. Suburban families, dressed in their Sunday best, emerged from their homes to go to church.
William Warfield was in Cindy's bedroom. Cindy was naked and bound and gagged and stretched across his lap for the spanking he was giving her.
To the forbidden fruit of passionate incest with his lovely teenage daughter, Warfield had added the bizarre intensities of sado-masochism.
He had spent the night in Cindy's bed. He had spent a good part of the night - the best part - in Cindy. In her mouth and her pussy.
He had done the right thing when he slapped her.
Cindy had been having sex since she first reached puberty. She had been corrupted and instructed by a wanton hedonist, her step-mother, Karen.
Since then, Cindy had amassed an amazing number of sexual conquests. Straight sex failed to give her the gut-wrenching thrills she craved.
Warfield knew the secrets of her private life. Thanks to his hidden cameras and microphones, she had no secrets from him. He had observed that she was at her most passionately involved and invented when she was taken by a dominant partner, male or female.
So, he slapped her - to show her who was boss, who was master.
The slap rang loudly in the room, rocking her head with its impact. She grunted softly. She slowly turned her head back to face him.
Her red-lipped smile broadened as she looked into his eyes. A red mark, the imprint of his hand, glowed hotly on her soft sculptured cheek.
She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers. Her wet tongue slithered over his fingers like a hot pink snake.
Still looking into his eyes, she guided his hand to her mouth. She pressed two of his fingers together, opened her mouth wide, and took the fingers inside it.
She sucked his fingers like she was giving head to a stiff penis. Her puckered lips glided over his fingers, her tongue caressed them.
All the while she sucked, she maintained eye contact.
Warfield's cock was rigid inside her. After a moment, he took his fingers out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from them.
He wiped his fingers clean on her hair. She squirmed arousingly under him.
Father and daughter understood each other perfectly.
There was no need to speak. Warfield had lifted himself on his elbows, his buttocks tightening as he pulled his cock from inside her.
A thrill ran along the sensitized nerves of his swollen shaft as it glided over her creamy membranes. He withdrew his cock from her pussy.
Semen wet her pussy lips. Pearly drops clung to the hairs of her damp bush.
His cock, red and stiff, shone with semen. He knelt on the bed. Cindy licked her lips, wetting them. He grabbed a handful of her hair.
He pulled it, yanking it by the roots. Her face twisted in pain - she gasped. He forced her to sit up, and swing her long legs off the mattress.
He made her kneel down on the floor while he stood over her.
He gripped his cock. It throbbed against his fingers. He held it below the rim of the cock head. Pointing at it, he commanded, "Suck it."
Cindy did nothing. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. Her mouth was closed.
He knew what she needed. He slapped her face. There was a satisfying crack of flesh hitting flesh. Cindy squealed as he pulled her hair.
"Suck it," he repeated.
Cindy opened her lips. He guided the cock head into her mouth. She licked the head, flicking her tongue over the tiny hole.
He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, plugging into her oral pleasure center. Her tongue curled caressingly around the underside of his shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. She sucked him wetly, saliva running out of the corners of her mouth, spilling on her chin.
He forced his cock deep into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. He pulled her head by her hair.
She bobbed her head back and forth, her puckered lips caressing his shaft as they glided up and down on it. Heat rose in his groin.
It did not take him long to come in her mouth. She did not have to be told to swallow it. She did that without question, eagerly.
She gulped down his spurting semen like honey. Her mouth was clamped around his cock, sucking it, milking it dry.
He spent the night in her bed, his arms wrapped possessively around her. He woke up in the middle of the night and took her in the dark.
Morning came. Warfield woke with the first light of dawn which shone through the curtained window.
Cindy's face was red and flushed from sleep. She lay on her belly, with her head resting in her folded arms. Her hair veiled her face.
Warfield pulled down the sheets and blankets so he could have a better look.
Her flesh was golden, except for the milky white outline of her bikini top and bottom. He liked the way her buttocks were all pale and white.
Her ass cheeks were hemispheres of smooth warm flesh, high and rounded. They delighted him with their rich abundance of soft flesh.
They were soft and warm. They rippled as he kneaded and squeezed them.
He took hold of her slender ankles and pulled her legs apart. She stirred and sleepily murmured something which he could not make out.
Her thighs were open. He could see the soft pink slit of her pussy below her white ass cheeks. He pressed his fingers against it.
His fingertips glided over the soft warm pussy lips. Cindy moaned.
He parted her buttocks, opening them. The wrinkled brown eye of her tiny anus stared up at him. He explored it.
"Ooooh, Daddy!"
She was awake, but she kept her face hidden and buried in her folded arms.
Warfield stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking it, wetting it, coating it with thick saliva. He held her buttocks spread apart.
The saliva served as a lubricant, helping to ease the penetration of his finger inside her ass. Cindy gasped as it sank in her.
Her anal ring was tight and nipped at his finger. Her creamy rectal membranes quivered. He stroked her pussy lips with his other hand.
His fingers found her clitoris. They pressed amusingly against the pearly pink button. It throbbed under the soft, stimulating stroking.
He thrust his finger back and forth in her ass, pushing it deep, burying it up to the knuckle. He was fucking her ass with his finger.
The combination of anal penetration and clitoral stimulation soon brought Cindy to orgasm. She closed her thighs, squeezing his hand.
She moaned and panted for breath. Her rectum squeezed convulsively against the finger which was lodged deep within it.
He slowly slid his finger out of her. She moaned when it came free.
She opened her thighs, releasing his hand. Her juices glistened on his fingers. She rolled on her side and pressed her front against him.
"Fuck me, Daddy!"
She ground her lips against his, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. She was hot and excited. Her stiff nipples were throbbing.
He caressed her hair, face, shoulders, back. He disengaged his mouth from hers, and turned her on her stomach. He fondled her buttocks.
She lisped like a little girl as she asked him if he was going to fuck her. He promised that he would. He pulled her buttocks apart.
He pressed his finger against her quivering rosebud. "I'm going to fuck you here!"
"Oh no, Daddy!"
"Oh yes, little girl!"
"Daddy, please don't! I'm afraid! I never did it that way before!"
"You little liar," he chuckled fondly. "I know if an ass is virgin or not, and I can see that you've had it up the ass before!"
"Yes, I did, Daddy," she confessed, "but I only tried it a couple of times, to see what it was all about! I didn't like it, Daddy - it hurt!"
"Don't worry, baby ... Daddy will be very gentle," he soothed.
Her body was taut, rigid. He did not know if her reluctance was real or pretended. Either way, it didn't matter. He meant to have her.
"Stop all this foolishness, Cindy. Daddy is getting quite cross."
"No! I don't want to do it, Daddy - and I'm not going to!. So there!"
He shook his head. "You're not showing your daddy the proper respect, Cindy. What you need is a little lesson in manners."
His cock was erect now. It throbbed with the potential energy of lust.
He got out of bed. She rolled on her side, resting her head in her hand as she watched him. She pressed her thighs closely together.
Her robe lay draped over the back of a nearby chair. There was a sash running through loops at the waist. He slipped the sash out.
"Daddy, what are you doing?!"
His back was turned to her, blocking her view of his hands as they fashioned a loop at one end of the sash. She would probably need to be gagged, too.
He turned to face her, keeping the sash hidden behind him.
"I'm going to give you another chance to behave yourself, Cindy. Turn over on your tummy like a good girl. Daddy won't hurt you."
"You've given up your ass to others, so you certainly must give it up to me, darling. Don't anger me by being disobedient."
"If you want me that way, Daddy, you'll have to make me do it!"
Cindy's eyes shone with excitement. She was caught up in this game of dominance and submission. Red spots of color glowed in her cheeks.
Fantasy and reality met and merged. She really didn't want to be fucked in her ass - but if Daddy forced her, she would have to.
Would he force her?
She would find out. She was exploring the limits and unwritten rules of this strange new relationship she had begun with her father.
"If that's the way you want it, Cindy, that's the way you'll get it."
Warfield was excited, too. He was glad that she had not docilely rolled over and given up her ass for a fucking. It would be more thrilling to rape it.
He started toward her. Cindy was on her knees, her breasts bobbing, her legs gathered under her. Her nipples were stiffly erect.
"Come here, darling ... " he took the sash out from behind his back.
Cindy tried to scramble off the bed. His hand shot out, circling her wrist. She gasped as he tightened his grip. She tried to hit him.
He flung her down on the bed. She squealed and cursed, calling him vile names. He climbed on top of her, wrestling her.
She hissed through clenched teeth as he forced her over on her belly. She groaned as he twisted her arms behind her back.
He straddled her, using his superior weight to push her deep into the mattress. He held her wrists and tied her hands.
He made the knots good and tight. The sash dug into her soft flesh. She gasped in pain, squirming under him, her body writhing.
She screeched obscenities at him. "You've got a filthy mouth, Cindy - I ought to wash it out with soap!" Yes, she would have to be gagged.
He covered her mouth with his hand. She tried to bite him, but she could not get her teeth into his flesh, due to the way in which he held her.
Her cries were muffled. He forced her to a sitting position. His stiff cock pulsed heavily whenever it brushed her soft squirming flesh.
Her panties lay on the floor where they had been dropped the night before. They would make a fine gag. He balled them up.
Cindy defiantly clamped her jaws firmly shut. Warfield knew how to deal with that little problem. He pinched her nostrils shut.
Her face darkened to a deep purplish-red color as she held her breath. But she could not hold it forever - she could not hold it for more than a moment.
When she opened her mouth to gasp for air, he jammed the wadded panties inside it. He released her nostrils so she could breathe through them.
Her jaws and tongue worked as she tried to force the panties out of her mouth. The only cloth near at hand was one of her blouses.
He tore it into shreds - he would buy her another. He forced one of the long strips between her jaws, where it would hold the panties in her mouth.
He tied the cloth in a knot at the back of her head. The gag muffled her words, reducing her obscene curses to meaningless garblings.
Now she was bound and gagged. Warfield could indulge himself in something he had been dying to do for a long time - spank her saucy bottom.
Her wrestled her hot squirming body face down across his lap.
Her rounded white buttocks jiggled from her futile struggles. His stiff hot cock was pressed against her smooth, taut, rounded thighs.
He hooked his arm around her narrow waist, holding her in place. Masses of golden hair rumbled over her face, which was red from the effort.
She kicked. He solved that problem by hooking his leg over her ankles, pinning her legs down so she couldn't kick any more.
Now the real fun would start. He had never permitted himself the luxury of using corporal punishment on Cindy.
Spankings - giving or receiving - were erotically charged experiences for him. He had known that if he ever indulged himself in warming her bare bottom, he would have to go all the way and fuck her when the spanking was done.
He was afraid of losing control like that. He wanted everything to be carefully arranged before he made his move to enslave his daughter.
Last night the time had come - he made love to her. But their relationship was only beginning. He would bind her to him body and soul.
"Now I'll show you what naughty little girls can expect from me!"
His open hand slammed down on her buttocks. There was a loud slapping sound, a meaty whack of flesh striking flesh. The ass cheeks rippled from the impact.
Warfield went to work on her in earnest. His arm rose and fell with mechanical regularity, slamming his palm against her buttocks mercilessly.
The quivering buttocks were tinged with a rosy blush. The flesh warmed up as his striking hand paddled it. Red spread through the smooth ass cheeks.
Cindy writhed on his lap. Her soft breasts had hard nipples.
Her breasts nuzzled his taut thigh. His hot stiff cock throbbed against her flesh. It heated up as her taut thighs rubbed against it.
He spanked her until his arm was sore and tired. By that time, Cindy was crying.
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Tears rolled down her red face and spattered on the floor. Her buttocks, red and blistered, were hot to the touch.
Warfield halted at last - not out of mercy. He was so stimulated, and his cock was so hot, that he trembled on the brink of orgasm.
He didn't want to come just yet. He wanted his stiff shaft fully lodged inside her before he permitted that kind of release.
He said, "That's a small sample of what you can expect when you disobey me!"
He pulled her off his lap and pushed her on the bed. She continued to sob. She buried her red wet face in the mattress.
He got up, his erection bobbing in front of him. He needed lubricant. Luckily there was a jar of petroleum jelly tucked away behind her perfume bottles.
She lay motionless on the bed while he got the jar. She looked up when he set it down on the night table. Her eyes were blurred with tears.
She recognized the jar. She was not naive - she knew what the lubricant was going to be used for. The gag stifled her sob as she buried her face.
"I'm sorry I had to discipline you, Cindy."
That was a lie - he wasn't sorry at all. He had loved every intense second of it - and so had she, he suspected.
"Believe me, I don't want to punish you, darling, but you made me do it. You must learn to respect and obey your daddy in all ways."
She gasped and winced when he patted her hot bottom. "I was determined to have you back here no matter what, Cindy. You made me spank you."
He moved her into position. As he made her get on her knees, he remembered how he had had young Dolly in this identical position a few days ago.
He hadn't fucked her in her ass. He might have, after he finished fucking her pussy. But Olga had appeared, ending the session.
The next time he visited the apartment, it would be his turn to be punished. But he would think about that later - he had other things to occupy him now.
Cindy was on her knees with her legs bent and her red ass raised high. He stuffed pillows under her flat tummy, so her behind would stay elevated.
She crouched there submissively, motionless, not resisting.
He opened the jar of petroleum jelly. He knelt on the bed behind her, the thick red arrow of his hard cock pointed at her ass.
Her hot red buttocks continued to twitch although his hitting hand no longer fell on them. And her pussy lips quivered.
He pressed his finger against her labia and shoved it into her. She grunted as she was penetrated. His finger easily slid inside her.
She was hot and dripping inside her pussy. She squirmed, her buttocks rippling as he wiggled his probing finger inside her.
"Well, well, well, how do you like that? My little girl gets turned on from being spanked! That's very interesting, Cindy - very interesting indeed."
He pulled his finger out of her. "We'll have to go into that some other time. Right now, though, there's something else I have to go into - can you guess what it is?"
Her red ass cheeks turned white where his fingers clutched them. He pried them apart, exposing the cleft of her ass and her brown rosebud.
She groaned as he wedged his face between her buttocks. It was dark and warm and aromatic in there. The spanked ass cheeks quivered.
He puckered his lips and lovingly kissed her delicate rosebud. He kissed it wetly, making smooching sounds. He slurped saliva on it.
The wrinkled brown folds of the tight and tiny opening throbbed and contracted as his tongue tip roamed over them, licking them.
He pushed his tongue past her anal ring, shoving it into her creamy rectum. Cindy gurgled behind her gag, and leaned her backside into him.
After some delightful moments of tonguing her ass, he lifted his face from her behind. His mouth and chin were wet.
He scooped out a dollop of lubricant. It was pale white and oily. Cindy shivered as he smeared it in the crack of her ass.
He oiled her rosebud with the stuff, making it shine. He slipped his finger into her and stretched her membranes, preparing her for his rod of flesh.
His finger slid right out. He smeared more grease on his hard cock.
The fat blue veins which circled his stiff red shaft throbbed as he massaged the oil on his member. He covered it with a glistening coat of the stuff.
He hooked his arm under her, arching her buttocks higher.
He parted her ass cheeks and pressed his cock head against her rosebud. He leaned into her, taking his time, exerting slow steady pressure.
Relentless pressure - which pried apart the sealed folds of her anus, opening them.
The brown ring widened. He pushed, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He grunted. The wedge of his cock opened the back door to pleasure.
Her rosebud nipped at his cock head with a pressure which thrilled him. Her pussy was as hot and tight as any man could desire, but back here, she was hotter and tighter still.
He grunted from the strain. He had to hold her squirming hips in place as he penetrated her. Suddenly his cock head pushed past the anal ring.
Cindy's head suddenly snapped up. An extreme expression of pleasure and pain made her face a taut mask, her golden tan turning pale.
She groaned deeply, a groan which the gag only partly silenced.
But he was inside now and would no be dislodged. Slowly and surely, by fractions of inches at a time, he pushed his swollen cock shaft into her.
Her slippery velvet membranes stretched to accept the phallic intruder. His stiff cock fit as tightly in her as a finger in a rubber glove.
He pushed in as deep as she could take it without hurting herself. He was careful not to damage her delicate rectal passage.
That did not mean that he wasn't going to fuck it like it should be fucked. He thrust slow and deep, sliding his cock back and forth.
He felt like all his being was concentrated in his cock, which was tightly, thrillingly clutched by her creamy, hot, tight rectum.
When he pulled back, the red oiled shaft of his cock emerged from her brown ring until only the knobbed cock head remained inside her. Then he would push his shaft all they way back in, until it was enveloped by the narrow passage.
It was a supreme pleasure - pure ecstasy - when he came in his daughter's ass, spurting semen deep into her vitals.
Heavy and heated daddy spunk!
A gift for his nympho daughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Doris was discovering just how enslaved she really was to Cindy.
The attractive gym teacher was attending a new kind of school now - a school which specialized in discipline, humiliation, and submission.
Cindy was her teacher. Cindy had arranged this latest ordeal.
Doris sat naked in the basement of the Warfield residence on a Friday night. She was bound and blindfolded.
It was one month after the first time that William Warfield made love to his daughter. Since then, the incestuous relationship had gone wild.
Warfield and Cindy lived a double life. When Grace or James or other outsiders were present, they pretended to be nothing more than a fond father and a loving daughter. Nothing betrayed their illicit union.
But when they were alone, they lived in a different world. There were strange games, fierce pleasures, torments, ecstasies.
Cindy's submission fed Warfield's dominance. In the last few months, he had done things to Cindy which he had never even dreamed of.
She took it all and begged for more. She urged him to more and more extreme actions. She craved his abuse, his punishments, his sexual demands.
Each of them fed the other's wantonness. In bed, when they rested from a bout of sex, they discussed new ways to excite their passions.
One night Cindy told him about Doris.
It excited Warfield. His penis stiffened, thrusting against the sheet covering it.
Cindy lay on her side with her head resting on a pillow. She put her hand between her legs and touched her pussy while she talked.
She described her relationship with Doris. Warfield questioned her closely, demanding every intimate detail. His cock was red and throbbing.
Cindy wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft. She fondled his member.
She told him how slavishly devoted the older woman was - of course, to middle aged Warfield, someone of Doris' age was as much of a young girl as Cindy.
His erection heated up, partly from the way she detailed the humiliations and sweet torments she inflicted on Doris, and partly from the artful way she stroked him.
She made him come with her hand. Later, she licked the come off him.
He was thrilled by the concept of Doris and his daughter being together. It did not surprise him that Cindy had dominated the older female.
He asked Cindy just how slavish Doris was. Would she do anything which Cindy demanded? Anything, said Cindy.
If Cindy demanded that Doris give herself to a man, would Doris obey?
That question intrigued Cindy as much as it did her father. She set out to find the answer. She would learn just how strong her hold was over Doris.
When Cindy first suggested the liaison, Doris was shocked. No, no, no - she would never do it, not with a man! Why was Cindy so cruel to her?
Doris became hysterical when Cindy told her that if she didn't love Cindy enough to do this little thing for her, then the romance was over.
Doris got down on her knees. She hugged Cindy's legs. Weeping, she begged Cindy not to leave her. Cindy folded her arms across her breasts and looked down sternly.
She was so excited that she thought she was going to come. She fought to keep her face cold and expressionless. She exulted in her power.
Cindy would not relent and soften until Doris brokenly promised that she would do what Cindy commanded. She had submitted totally.
Cindy was wise. After Doris made the agreement, Cindy tenderly assisted her to her feet, embraced her, and kissed her tears away.
She took Doris into the bedroom of her apartment. Her roommate had gone away on a weekend trip, so there was no one to disturb them.
Tears spilled from Doris' red eyes as Cindy slowly stripped her.
Cindy took off her blouse and shirt. Doris wasn't wearing a bra. Tears spilled on her bare breasts. They shook from sobbing.
Cindy kissed the breasts. The nipples stiffened when she licked them. She took one in her mouth and nibbled it gently.
Doris took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Cindy took off Doris' panties. She put her hand on Doris' thigh. She opened her legs wider.
Cindy caressed her pussy. Doris was melting when Cindy took her to the bed. She had Doris lay down on her back. Cindy stripped.
Naked and smooth and golden, she mounted Doris. She straddled Doris' head and faced her feet. Tear tracks glistened on Doris' face.
Cindy's thighs were warm and smooth where they pressed against Doris' head. Her pussy was poised over Doris' face.
Doris sniffled. She smiled wanly as Cindy lowered herself down. The pussy lips split and spread, exposing wet warm membranes.
Doris forgot her tears and hungrily clamped her mouth to Cindy's sex. Her tongue thrust upward, burying itself deep in Cindy's heated pit.
Cindy used all the tricks of woman-love she knew to drive Doris wild. She succeeded. Doris was hoarse from shrieking in ecstasy.
Now, the night had arrived for Doris to make good on her promise.
Cindy was with Doris at the apartment. Doris felt uncomfortable in the new lingerie and outfit which Cindy had demanded that she buy.
Doris hated to bother with feminine accessories like jewelry, cosmetics, or stylish, sexy clothes. She felt like a stranger in what she wore.
She wore a black satin dress. Spaghetti-thin straps held it on her strong shoulders, which were bare. The neckline plunged drastically.
It showed more of her flesh than she cared to show in public. Her small firm breasts pressed against the tight-fitting cups of the dress.
The black satin fit her tightly enough to make her nipples jut out. Doris was just not used to wearing these kinds of revealing garments.
It didn't help that the hem of the tight skirt only reached to the middle of her thighs, showing a lot of leg.
Cindy told Doris that her long strong legs were one of her most attractive features, and she should get the maximum mileage out of them.
Her bottom was another of her more alluring assets, and the skin-tight showed off her rounded firm buttocks to perfection.
Doris felt unsteady and awkward on the high heels she wore.
The heels really weren't very high at all - only about three inches - but Doris almost always wore flat heeled, sensible shoes.
Doris felt like she was walking on stilts. She took small, slow, mincing steps.
Make-up was painted on her face - she hardly recognized herself. Her brows were dark, her eyes were wide, and her lips were glimmering with red gloss.
Doris drove her car to Cindy's house. Cindy was too young to drive, and didn't have a license. Doris drove hesitantly, with sudden stops and starts.
She had always wanted to be with Cindy in Cindy's house - but not like this. Not under these kinds of circumstances.
She felt cheap, degraded - a whore.
Her stomach churned when Cindy pointed out the driveway of her house and told her to turn into it. She parked in the driveway.
Most of the house was dark, but a light shone through the living room window. They went in through the front door - Grace was away, off on one of her trips.
Her affair with James had certainly proved convenient for Cindy and her father. Grace was so involved in her own affair that she hardly noticed what was going on around her. And she took lots of overnight trips.
Grace thought her husband was extraordinarily understanding and modern - and a bit of a chump, for falling for her cover stories and deceptions.
She didn't know - couldn't know - that Warfield knew more about her than she herself did. All her actions were to his benefit.
It looks suspicious for a middle aged man to take a young teenage girl to a motel or hotel - no, the best place for Warfield and his daughter was in their home.
Now Doris had joined the party.
Cindy took Doris into the living room. Doris sat in a chair.
The spacious and elegant room was handsomely furnished and attractively decorated. On the opposite side of the room was an elaborately painted screen.
This folding screen was Oriental and ornamental. It was eight feet high and solid. A landscape was painted on its front in rich colors.
Doris looked around, her face taut with anxiety. She saw no sign of the man who was going to take her - Cindy's father.
She had been shocked beyond words when Cindy told her that it was her own father whom she wanted Doris to serve and submit to.
Cindy laughed and told her not to be narrow-minded. After all, there were many outsiders who would consider her lesbian affair with Doris perverted.
Cindy shrugged it off. Doris was in no position to argue. She needed Cindy like an addict needs dope - but Cindy did not need her.
Cindy was testing her. Very well. Doris would pass her test!
Still, the gym teacher sat with her knees pressed tightly together. She tugged fitfully at the hem of her dress, trying to make it cover more of her.
Cindy made drinks. As she mixed them she told Doris that her father would be along presently. In the meantime, they could relax and have fun.
Doris gulped her drink, hardly tasting it. It was high-proof vodka with a dash of orange juice, but she gulped it like it was water.
She wasn't much of a drinker, so it hit her hard, lighting a fire in her blood.
Cindy looked especially lovely. She wore a clinging cotton dress with a floral print design. The dress hugged her lithe body.
Cindy stood by Doris' chair and fondled her hair.
Cindy said, "You look good, Doris, just about the best I've ever seen you. You should dress up like this more often."
"I don't feel right," Doris muttered. "These clothes just aren't me."
"If you don't feel comfortable in them, then you'll just have to take them off."
Doris stared at her.
"Stand up, Doris. Now."
Doris recognized the authoritative note of command in her master's voice. She rose quickly, wobbling a bit unsteadily from the effects of her drink.
Cindy held her to steady her. She was as tall as Doris. She pulled Doris' head to her and kissed her passionately on the mouth, thrusting her tongue inside.
It was arousing to Doris to feel Cindy's tongue inside her, so sweet and familiar, stirring up her desires. Doris shivered.
Cindy pulled the straps down off Doris's shoulders. She broke off the kiss and told Doris to turn around and show her back.
Cindy pulled down the zipper. Doris got out of the dress. She was naked from the waist up. She wore a pair of frilly, ruffled black silk panties.
She stood there in her panties and her high heels. Cindy touched her breasts, teasingly pinching her nipples, squeezing the soft flesh of the breast.
She put her hand inside Doris' panties. Doris stepped carefully on her high heels as she spread her legs wider apart.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly when Cindy fondled her labia. Cindy's touch was soft and gentle. She stroked the pussy lips lovingly.
Doris' nipples were hard and her pussy was warm and moist inside.
Cindy lifted her dress, bunching it around her thighs. Doris got down on her knees at Cindy's command. Cindy ordered her to take off her panties.
Doris reached for Cindy's hips. "Not so fast," Cindy said. "I want you to take my panties down with your mouth, not your hands!"
Doris pressed the side of her head against Cindy's warm hips. Dreamily she rubbed her cheek against Cindy's silken panties.
Doris stuck out her tongue. She licked a wet line on Cindy's smooth inner thigh. She pushed the tongue under the leg opening of the panties.
Using her tongue, Doris worked a fold of the panties between her thighs. White teeth gripped black silk panties.
By lowering her head, she was able to tug the panties down off Cindy's hips. The panties fell quickly once they passed the tops of her thighs.
Cindy stepped out of the panties, leaving them on the floor. Still holding her skirt bunched up, so that she was nude from the waist down, she sat on the armchair which Doris had just vacated.
She spread her legs, flashing her pink pussy. Color rose into the pussy lips as she stroked them. Doris licked her lips; her mouth watered.
Cindy leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard. She put her hand on Doris' head.
She pulled it between her legs. Doris gasped with pleasure and deep need as she pressed her face against Cindy's crotch.
Cindy lifted her feet from the floor, swinging her long tan legs over Doris' shoulders. The backs of her knees rested on them.
Cindy's shapely calves and her feet were draped across Doris' bare back. Cindy crossed her ankles and pressed her pussy harder against Doris.
Her thighs squeezed Doris' head. Doris frantically kissed and licked her pussy. Juices oozed from the pink membranes.
Doris lapped them up. The labia were soon coated with her saliva. Her tongue rose upward to caress the throbbing clitoris.
Cindy clutched the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles whitened. She shoved her hips back and forth, and ground her pussy into Doris' mouth.
She was the aggressor. Juices from her exposed membranes smeared all over Doris' face. Doris worked her tongue on the pearly clitoris.
Cindy climaxed. Her thighs tightened their grip on Doris' head. Her membranes sealed Doris' nostrils and mouth, temporarily smothering her.
Cindy shook as she orgasmed. She slumped back in her seat, gasping. Her thighs fell open and Doris came up for air, panting hoarsely.
When Cindy caught her breath, she got up out of the chair and took off her dress. She wore a white bra, which she immediately removed.
Doris worshipfully looked up at her. Cindy spread her legs and put her hands on her hips and let Doris take a good long look.
She patted Doris on the head. "That was very nice. You're doing fine, and I'm very proud of you. Just keep on doing like you're doing."
Cindy told her to stay on her knees. "Close your eyes and keep them closed - and don't think I won't know if you take a peek."
"I won't peek, Cindy. I promise."
As she crossed the room, Cindy's long golden legs flashed, her buttocks rolled, and her naked breasts jiggled.
She opened a cabinet drawer and took out some items which had been put there in advance. She brought them over to Doris.
Her eyes were still closed. Cindy wrapped a black scarf over them, blindfolding Doris. She knotted the scarf at the back of Doris' head.
"Cindy? Why did you do that? I didn't open my eyes!"
"I did it because I wanted to, Doris. Now, shut up."
Her feelings hurt, Doris kept silent. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed. Being blindfolded had increased her submission and her vulnerability.
She turned her head this way and that, trying to locate Cindy. Cindy took hold of her wrists, pulled her arms out in front of her, and tied Doris' hands.
Doris bowed her head in submissive resignation. Her bound hands rested on her thighs. "You don't need to tie me, I'll do what I promised."
"I know that you will, Doris. Now, you're my captive - my prisoner. So it really doesn't matter what you do, because you're helpless to resist."
Cindy took hold of Doris' upper arm. "Stand up, slave."
Doris stood. Cindy took hold of her panties and pulled them down off Doris' hips, yanking them down to her ankles.
"You won't need those," Cindy said. "Trust me, Doris. I'm going to take you downstairs. We'll go real slow, so you won't walk into any walls."
Cindy led Doris out of the room like she was a blind woman.
When they were gone, William Warfield emerged from behind the Chinese screen in the living room. He had enjoyed a front row seat for the show.
The next act was ready to begin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Doris sat naked on a black leather couch in the basement.
She and Cindy were in the rec room. Doris' bottom pressed deep into the padded black cushions. She kept her legs tightly closed.
Her blindfolded head jerked this way and that in response to sounds. It was only the random creaking of the house settling on its foundation.
Doris didn't know that. She was listening for something - or, rather, for someone. She sat rigidly erect, her backbone ramrod straight.
Cindy sat next to her, hugging her and kissing her. Doris didn't know where Cindy would kiss her next. Cindy alternated the pattern to keep her in suspense.
She would press a quick glancing kiss on Doris' mouth. Suddenly her head would lower to Doris' breasts to lick a nipple.
Next she would nibble on an ear lobe, or lick along the curve of the shoulder, or sharply nip Doris on the hip or thigh, leaving a red mark.
William Warfield descended the stairs into the basement. Doris froze.
She knew that this was the real thing. This was what it was all about.
"Is - is someone there?" She knew that someone was there - she heard his footsteps scuffling on the linoleum floor as he approached.
"Please, say something! Don't torment me!"
Cindy took hold of Doris' head. Doris cried out, tensing for a blow. Instead, Cindy pressed her mouth on Doris' and kissed her.
When she broke off the kiss at last, Doris was breathless and hot.
Cindy pressed her finger across Doris' parted lips, signaling her to silence.
"Shhhh - don't say anything, Doris. He's here. Just obey."
Cindy caressed Doris with long soothing strokes. Doris' nipples were stiff.
William Warfield crossed the room. He wore a robe and slippers. Cindy looked up from Doris and flashed him a hot, wicked smile.
Warfield said nothing. He would remain silent to add to the mystery and suspense.
He sat down on the opposite side of Doris. She was a good looking girl. Her face was attractive. There was power in her finely toned and conditioned body.
He touched her face. She flinched, pulled back. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, a gesture which asserted his authority.
"Be good, Doris - be obedient and loving," Cindy said.
A tentlike bulge rose in the crotch of her father's robe. She could glimpse his red swollen erection through the flaps of his robe.
He was excited. She was, too. Her nipples stood out like pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her breasts. They were so hard they ached.
Warfield's fingers explored the contours of Doris' face. He was careful not to disturb the blindfold - in fact, he checked to see that it was secure.
It was. Cindy had tied it well. She was quite adept at such things.
Doris would not see him. Her imagination must try to visualize what he looked like.
He touched her face. His fingertips traced the line of her neck, the corded columns of muscle which ran up along it.
He touched her breasts. She gasped. He cupped her breast, weighing it in his palm. He played with the nipple, stroking it erect.
He pressed his lips against hers. They were soft and warm. Doris opened her mouth and tilted her head back to be kissed.
His tongue eased into her mouth. Her tongue was still, motionless. It stirred when he rubbed it with his own.
Finally she started to rub her tongue against his, and kiss him back.
He fondled her breasts while he kissed her. He ran his hands over the trembling mounds of soft flesh, over the stiff and throbbing nipples.
He put his hand on her thigh. She tensed up. He pushed her bound hands to the side, off the tops of her thighs. He pushed them open.
Finally she let the tension out of her legs, Her thighs flopped open, exposing her pussy to him. It was lovely - too lovely not to use.
He touched her. His fingers stroked her pussy lips with a feather touch. It wasn't what she expected, and she responded to it.
Her labia were soft and warm. They became warmer still under his caresses.
While he fondled Doris' pussy, Cindy began stroking and squeezing her breasts. Doris squirmed as two pairs of hands excited her.
Cindy put her mouth on Doris' right nipple and sucked it. She clamped the smooth wet insides of her lips against the throbbing point of flesh.
Warfield was excited, too. He pushed aside the flaps of his robe, exposing the rigid erection which rose from his hips.
Cindy continued to suck Doris' breast, but her eyes glinted hungrily as she stared down at her father's impressive rod of flesh.
Warfield guided Doris' bound hands to his groin.
Startled, she gasped and cried out when she touched his hot, stiff flesh.
He put his hand over hers and closed her fingers on his cock. It throbbed heavily in her hand. He guided her hand, moving it up and down.
After a while, he silently signaled to Cindy that she should stop nursing at Doris' nipple. Cindy lifted her wet mouth from the breast.
She stood up, her breasts bobbing. She cupped and lifted them, then squeezed them, the soft milky-white flesh oozing through her spread fingers.
Warfield pushed Doris down on her back on the couch. Doris whimpered but obeyed. He stretched her bound arms back behind her head.
She lay on her back lengthwise on the leather couch, sinking deep into the plush padded cushions. He lifted her legs on the couch.
Then he spread her legs.
Doris felt his hot breath on her pussy. Her labia tingled and quivered. She moaned and writhed when his tongue caressed her pussy lips.
Cindy knelt by the side of the couch. She held Doris' arms down. She resumed her delightful task of kissing and licking Doris' breasts.
Warfield wetly kissed her pulsing pussy. The labia glistened with his saliva when he dipped his tongue inside her.
Doris made a hoarse wailing groan. Her pussy lips spread as his tongue penetrated her. Her hot juices seethed around his tongue.
They tingled in his mouth. He loved her youth and freshness. He pressed his tongue tip on her clitoris and went to work licking it.
Doris was unable to restrain the deep sighing moans which the tonguing produced.
As the rate at which his tongue flickered over her flesh quickened, her sighs turned to wailing gasps. Her hips squirmed and writhed.
He held her down, pinning her to the cushions. His puckered lips pressed her clitoris. His tongue lashed out, whipping her into a frenzy.
She came. Her screech sounded like the yowl of a cat in heat.
Warfield lifted his wet face from her pussy. The labia twitched. Muscles flexed in her taut thighs. Her bush was wet with his saliva.
She was wet and ready. The orgasmic convulsions died away. She was still moaning, still panting for breath, when Warfield mounted her.
She tensed up when his stiff cock pressed her flesh. His knees were between her thighs, prying them open so she couldn't close them.
Cindy smoothed the hair back from Doris' sweating forehead. "Relax ... relax. You've come this far, so don't stop now. Give yourself, don't hold back."
Warfield gripped his cock. A single drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from the red tip when he pressed it against her slippery labia.
"Please - be gentle!" Doris gasped. "Don't hurt me!"
"Nobody's going to hurt you, silly." Cindy fastened her mouth on Doris', and thrust her tongue inside, silencing her with kisses.
She held Doris' head in her hands so she couldn't pull away if she wanted to - not that she wanted to. Doris kissed her back, hard.
Warfield rubbed his swollen cock head up and down her pussy lips, massaging him. The cock head glided, lubricated by masses of saliva.
The cock head pried her pussy lips open. He stuffed it inside her.
Doris moaned from deep in the back of her throat as his hard cock penetrated her. But her pussy dripped with moisture, lubricating his hard flesh.
The red shaft of his cock sank into her slowly. Her pussy lips were spread and quivering. Her membranes stretched to accept him.
Then he was inside her, all the way. She shuddered from the intensity of the mixed emotions she felt. And still the blindfold kept her in darkness.
Warfield thrusted. His buttocks were taut. His cock throbbed steadily as it glided back and forth over her slippery, seething membranes.
She was good - hot and tight. He thrust deeply, making her moan. After a while, she rocked her hips in response to his movements.
His penis heated to the boiling point from the intense sexual friction. The entire arrangement had been ultra-erotic.
He had been hard pressed to restrain his orgasm up to now. He could hold back no longer. He sank his shaft in her and came.
Semen spurted from his erection in thick gushes. Her membranes reflexively contracted, squeezing his stiff cock, clamping down on it.
He shuddered as the last drops of semen were milked from his member.
The come was warm and soothing as it soaked into her overheated pussy flesh. She felt like she was melting down inside.
Cindy took her mouth off so Doris could breath. She made sure that the blindfold was on good and tight.
Warfield groaned. His eyes were glazed and shining. Sweat shone on his face. He lifted himself up, pulling out of her pussy.
A thrilling spasm shot through his heated cock flesh as he withdrew. Her lips expanded outward, giving up his knobbed cock head with a liquid popping sound.
Doris lay still. Her stiff-nippled breasts shook as she breathed.
Warfield looked down at her. He put his hands on her hips and rolled her over on her stomach. Doris hid her face in her outstretched arms.
She had a lovely bottom. She moaned softly as he touched it. The rounded cheeks were taut and smooth. He kneaded and fondled them.
He pulled apart her bottom cheeks. She whimpered. Her brown rosebud quivered.
He dipped his finger into her pussy and scooped out some come, wetting his finger with it. He pressed it against her anus.
Her buttocks quivered, but she did not fight him. He pushed his finger deep in her ass. She groaned, but not with pain.
His cock quivered. He would have loved to fuck her ass, but - that would be pushing things too far too soon.
She would have to be prepared for anal penetration. It would be too violent, too active to take her that way now. He could wait.
Doris didn't know it yet, but this was only the first time she would submit to him, and most certainly not the last.
He took his finger out of her ass. The wrinkled folds of the rosebud closed, sealing the narrow passage. He patted her bottom.
He and Cindy put their hands under Doris' bound arms and lifted her to a kneeling position. Semen oozed from between her pussy lips.
A drop of semen spilled on the black leather cushions of the couch.
Warfield planned to spill some more semen himself.
His cock was red, rubbery, semi-erect. It was sticky with glistening semen. It throbbed when his fingers lightly circled it.
He stood on the floor, so his groin was level with her head. Doris was in a position of rigid attention. Her lips were parted.
He pressed his cock against her face. She squirmed and tried to pull back, but Cindy held her head in place while her father rubbed his cock against her face.
"This is just like when you suck my dildo, Doris, so don't panic!" Cindy said. "Just do like I told you and everything will be fine!"
Doris resigned herself to submitting to this latest liberty. She sighed heavily.
Warfield pressed his cock head against her soft lips. She opened her mouth wider. Her tongue tip shyly pressed his cock.
She licked the head. He put it in her mouth. She curled her puckered lips over her teeth and wrapped them around his cock shaft.
Her tongue worked, swirling against his cock head, sucking it.
He pushed deeper - she accepted it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
Cindy smiled with wicked pleasure. Doris' ready submission made her look good. She fondled Doris breasts, pinching the stiff nipples.
Warfield pressed his palms against her cheeks. His buttocks were tight as he shoved his cock back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Stiffness had returned to his member the instant it was enveloped by her hot wet mouth. He pumped his red rod over her lips.
He was able to go for a long time, since he had eased his erotic tension already by coming in her pussy.
He gave her a chance to work out. He was like a sex machine, pumping his cock in and out, never pulling the cock head past her lips.
Slowly, inevitably, heat spread through his shaft, up into his belly.
There was only one way to quench that heat. When it reached the melting point, he shoved his cock deep inside her throat.
His cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat. Before she could gag or choke, he pulled forward, giving her some breathing space.
She lost her breath, though, when his twitching cock squeezed semen down her throat. He didn't come as heavily the second time.
Just because he shot less semen didn't mean that his orgasm was any less intense. If anything, it was even more overpowering.
"Swallow it!" Cindy hissed. "Swallow it all!"
Fighting against her revulsion, Doris gulped down the come. It was thick as it trickled down her gullet. She hoped she wouldn't be sick.
She mastered her nausea and kept it down. The flow of semen faded to a thin ooze which slowly trickled from his cock head.
He kept his cock in her mouth. It was still stiff and throbbing. She heard him moan and sigh. He caressed her cheek, fondled her hair.
Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth. A strand of semen clung to her chin. Come made her red lips shine brightly.
Saying nothing, Warfield picked up his robe and put it on. He stepped into his slippers, nodded to his daughter, and left the room.
He climbed the stairs, vanishing from sight.
"My father thanks you," Cindy said. "I thank you. You did real good, Doris. I'm very pleased, very proud of you." She kissed her.
Cindy hugged and kissed Doris for five minutes. She gave her father enough time to get safely upstairs and out of sight.
She led Doris out of the basement, keeping the blindfold on her. Doris never saw a glimpse of the room in which she had given herself to a stranger.
She never saw the stranger - he was a faceless man, a shadow, unreal.
Cindy guided her up the stairs to the living room. She put on her bra and panties and pulled on her dress before she took off Doris' blindfold.
Doris blinked, squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the sudden light. Cindy untied her bound hands while Doris gradually accustomed herself to the light.
"Put on your clothes, Doris. It's time to go."
Doris looked around the room as she put her panties and dress on. Her gaze scanned the surroundings, seeking the stranger who had used her like his slave whore.
But he wasn't there. She could only guess at his appearance.
She dressed. Cindy zipped up the back of her dress. They crossed to the front door. It was a cool moonless night.
They got in the car. Doris got behind the wheel and started the ignition.
"Because you were so good, Doris, I'm going to reward you. I'll be spending the night at your house. You can think about what I'm going to do to you in bed."
Warfield peered out of his study window, watching Doris drive away with Cindy.
He had more than just memories of this arousing evening. He had a permanent record. There was a video camera mounted in the ceiling over the leather couch on which he had fucked Doris. The entire session was preserved on video tape.
CHAPTER NINE
Cindy was meeting some of Daddy's strange friends. She, in fact, was eating one of Daddy's strange friends - the girl named Dolly.
It was a kinky little party at Warfield's house. Grace was away - on a weekend outing with James, although she pretended to be elsewhere.
William Warfield was not in the least interested in the whereabouts of his wife. He was happy that she absented herself so frequently.
Her absences made it easy for him to arrange parties like this.
It was early Saturday evening, and things were starting to get rolling. The group was gathered in the living room.
There was William Warfield, his daughter Cindy, Olga, and Dolly.
Cindy was on her knees with her hands tied in front of her. She was naked, except for the black leather slave collar circling her throat.
Her ass was red, hot, blistered - the result of the public punishment Daddy had just finished giving her. The ass cheeks burned bright red.
The heat in her bottom made the rest of her flesh tingle. Her nipples stood out stiffly. Heat seethed in her pussy.
Dolly stood over her. Like Cindy, Dolly was naked and wore a slave collar. Her feet were planted far apart, opening up her thighs.
Her hands were tied behind her back. Having her arms pulled back caused Dolly's small breasts to thrust out even more than normal.
Her nipples were darker and longer than Cindy's - but they were equally stiff.
Tear tracks glistened on Cindy's red face, although she had stopped weeping. She sniffled as she pressed her face to Dolly's pussy.
Dolly looked something like Cindy - which was not surprising.
William Warfield had demanded that Olga supply him with a girl who resembled his own daughter as much as possible. Dolly fit the bill.
Now, the two girls were being enslaved and made to serve together - a most stimulating scene, that pair of nubile teenagers made.
They looked quite alike. Their features, hair color, and physique were similar.
The difference was that Dolly was a bit harder around the edges than Cindy. Dolly's complexion was not so glowing with good health.
Dolly's skin was stretched tighter across her bones. Her cheekbones jutted, and her cheeks were sunken, giving her a gaunt look Cindy's breasts were lusher and rounder than Dolly's, and the ripe curve of her swelling buttocks was more fleshily abundant.
Dolly's bush was matted with saliva from Cindy's mouth. Her fingers writhed, bound behind her back as they were. She moaned.
Cindy nuzzled and licked Dolly's pussy.
Dolly had thin, delicate pink pussy lips. Inside, she dripped with juices which were sharp and tangy on Cindy's probing tongue.
Dolly thrust her hips forward, grinding them against Cindy's face. Her pussy lips tingled and quivered from the licking she was getting.
Dolly's eyes were slits in her red sweating face. Her firm buttocks jiggled as she moved in response to the rhythms of Cindy's tongue.
Cindy licked and lapped, her face smeared with the other girl's juices.
William Warfield and Olga relaxed and watched the show.
Warfield wore a black leather vest and matching pants. Riding boots of polished black leather covered his feet.
He held a drink in one hand and a riding crop in the other.
Olga sat on the other side of his couch. She was a big, buxom, raw, vital woman, larger than life, dressed in leather.
Olga was in her middle forties. Her face was wide, heart-shaped. Her short blonde hair was dyed; black roots showed where they rose from her scalp.
Her face was heavily made-up. Her brows were dark and arched. Her lashes were full, and framed a pair of gray eyes which were cool and watchful.
There was a fine network of seamed wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and deep creased lines bracketing her ripe red mouth.
Her nose was thick, with flared nostrils. Her lips were full, wide, sensual. They glimmered with red lipstick which was like wet paint.
Of medium height, she had a powerful big-boned body. It was sheathed in a clinging black leather dress which hugged the curves of her body.
Her breasts were oversized melons of flesh. Their weight caused the thin shoulder straps of the leather gown to cut into her flesh.
Her broad shoulders were white and shining. Her breasts were lush globes which strained the seams of the cups which held them.
The gown was cut low, so that a good deal of her white bosom flesh was on display. The top rim of the pink halo circling her nipples could be seen.
Her middle was thick but not fat. Her hips flared outward.
Olga crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up on her plump thighs, which were covered with sleek nylons.
From the knees downward, polished leather boots with pointed toes and high spiked heels covered her calves and feet.
Looped around her wrist was the leather thong of a braided instrument which was basically a small-sized cat-o'-nine-tails.
The cat itself lay across the tops of her rounded thighs, the whippy, snakelike leather thongs fanning out over her flesh.
She sipped some sweet blackberry brandy from a thin, delicate glass.
Warfield rubbed his bulging crotch. His penis was hard. He squeezed it, squirming forward in his seat to watch Cindy and Dolly.
Dolly tilted her head back, cording her neck muscles. Sweat shone on her jiggling upper breasts. She rocked her head forward and backward.
Moans came from her bobbing head. She ground her hips into Cindy's face.
Cindy's tongue tip was pressed to the pink button of flesh which was Dolly's clitoris. That pearl of flesh throbbed from the tongue polishing.
Dolly shuddered as her orgasm hit her.
Sweat rolled off her body. Her muscles tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her head rolled forward, so that her pointed chin rested on her chest.
She heaved a deep sigh. She jerked her hips back, pulling her sensitized pussy from Cindy's hot wet mouth. Her saliva-wet pussy lips quivered.
Dolly took a few stumbling steps backward. She was doubled forward, so that her firm ripe breasts dangled, the nipples standing out like pebbles.
Dolly gave out a wailing cry as she came. She choked off the cry, stifling it in her throat, as she whipped her head from side to side.
She was moaning and gasping. She lurched and nearly lost her balance, but then recovered. Her heaving gasps faded in volume.
Olga waited until both girls were somewhat recovered. She motioned to Warfield. He leaned forward, and she whispered in his ear.
Whatever she suggested, Warfield must have approved it. There was a glint in Olga's hard eyes and a smirk on her ripe wet red lips.
She clapped her hands once to get the attention of the girls. Dolly opened her eyes and Cindy looked at Olga, waiting expectantly for the next command.
Olga set her glass down and stood up. She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her breasts.
Her unbound masses of flesh were white and shining. The nipples were the size of thimbles, and jutted out in stiff erection.
The fleshy globes of her breasts jiggled when they were released from the support of the cups. Their weight caused them to sag slightly.
Olga sat down. Smiling wickedly, she cupped her breasts, soft white bosom flesh oozing over the edges of her palms.
She squeezed her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. Savage delight flickered over her face. The nipples stood out stiffer than ever.
Olga crooked her finger and beckoned the teenagers to her.
"Come here, girls - come to Olga. Come to your mistress."
William Warfield leaned back in his seat and watched with eager eyes.
Muscles flexed in Cindy's smooth thighs and calves as she unfolded her legs and rose to a standing position.
Her buttocks were pulled taut, and she shivered from their hot pain. She and Dolly submissively trotted over to Olga, who reached for them.
Olga wrapped her hands around Cindy's waist. Olga's hands were strong and plump with veins writhing on the backs, and red-painted pointed nails.
Cindy shivered as Olga gripped her. Olga's palms felt leathery. Olga pulled Cindy to a sitting position on the couch on her right side.
Cindy's face twisted from the pain of putting her body weight on her sore behind.
Olga pulled Dolly down on her left side. Dolly's buttocks were pink and blushing from the punishment they had received.
Olga sat between the two teenagers, a fleshy older woman, dominant and strong. Her ripe red lips peeled back over white teeth to flesh a grin.
"These are my girls." She hugged Cindy and Dolly at the same time.
Cindy sighed and demurely lowered her head and looked down when Olga began fondling her breasts. Olga kneaded the ripe mounds of flesh.
Olga's thumb and forefinger pinched Cindy's nipple. Cindy squirmed and gasped.
"You're pretty well developed for a girl your age," Olga said. "But I'm a mature woman, with a woman's body. See?"
Olga cupped her bare breast. Bosom flesh oozed from between her fingers. She put her other hand on the back of Cindy's neck and pulled her down.
Cindy's face rubbed the warm smooth soft yielding breast. Olga smiled as Cindy nuzzled her bosom flesh. Cindy puckered her lips.
Olga rubbed her breast against Cindy's mouth. "Are you hungry, child?"
She lifted her nipple to Cindy's mouth. "Here's something to suck!"
Cindy opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the stiff nipple. It throbbed against the smooth sleek wet insides of her lips.
"You didn't think that Olga would neglect her sweet Dolly, did you? Here, lover, there's one for you, too." Olga pulled Dolly to her.
Dolly fastened her puckered lips around Olga's other nipple. Now, both teens nursed at the oversized breasts of the fleshy dominatrix.
They made wet sucking sounds as they chewed and licked Olga's flesh.
Olga's face was a mask of pleasure. "Ahhhh - if there was only a third girl to go between my legs, I would be in heaven!"
"Allow me," William Warfield offered.
He got off the couch and knelt down at Olga's booted feet. Cindy raised her head to peer with curiosity, but Olga pushed it back down to her breast.
Olga squirmed around on the seat cushions, lifting her lush buttocks. "Pull up my skirt and take down my panties," she commanded huskily.
William Warfield reached under her leather skirt. The aroma of leather was rich in his nostrils, thick, pungent, intoxicating.
A pair of skin-tight leather panties were stretched taut across Olga's wide white hips. The crotch of them cut into her labia.
Warfield reached up under the skirt and peeled the panties off Olga's flesh. Down they came, rolling into a black line of fabric on her legs.
He pulled the panties down past her knees, to her booted ankles.
Warfield took the panties off her feet. His fingers tingled when they made contact with the brightly polished leather of her boots.
He lifted her panties to his face, opening them so he could thrust his nose inside. He inhaled deeply of the aroma of her panties.
"Why settle for that, when you can have the real thing?" Olga asked.
She hiked up her skirt, bunching it up around her thick waist. Her inner thighs were smooth and white and spreading as they oozed over her stocking tops.
She let her knees fall apart, opening her plump thighs, exposing her pussy.
Her bush was a black triangle of furry, glossy hair which reached halfway to her rounded navel. Her dark pussy lips were thick and fleshy.
Warfield's mouth watered at the sight of her. He rested his sweating hands on top of her thighs, the nylons sleek and clinging on her flesh.
He put his head between her legs. Her pussy lips rippled when his hot breath played over them. He fastened his mouth on them for a long kiss.
Olga oohed and aahed with pleasure. Cindy sucked one of her nipples, Dolly sucked the other, and William mouthed her pussy.
Olga's juices, rich and flavorful, were thick on Warfield's probing tongue. The pussy lips throbbed against his open mouth.
He dipped his tongue deep. Olga squealed with breathless pleasure as he glided his tongue over her dripping membranes, licking up juices.
She ground her pussy against his mouth, smearing secretions on his hot face.
His tongue traveled upward, until it contacted the fat marble of sensitive flesh which was her clitoris. His tongue tip caressed it.
The room was filled with active liquid sounds as three mouths worked on Olga. Olga's heavy sighs deepened, and her breath came in panting gasps.
When she came, she squeezed her thighs shut on William's head, pressing his face hard against her pulsing pussy.
After shaking and shuddering, she flopped her thighs open. Warfield, his eyes glazed, lifted his wet face from her pussy.
Olga slumped in the seat cushions. Dolly and Cindy's heads were both pressed to her expansive bosom, with their mouths clamped to her nipples.
Warfield rose, smacking his lips. Oils from Olga gleamed wetly on his face.
After a moment, Olga, her pleasure-glazed eyes shining with a new light of arousal, pushed Cindy and Dolly away from her breasts.
Her stiff nipples, and the soft flesh surrounding them, gleamed with saliva from the mouths of the happily enslaved teens.
Olga said, "Look at these lazy girls, loafing away! Did you think that it would be this easy for you all the time, my children?"
"Well, it's high time you both were put back to work!"
Olga rose, her breasts jiggling. They arched and lifted as she raised her hands high over her head, rose on tiptoes, and stretched.
She put her hand familiarly between Warfield's legs and patted the bulging penis. "It seems as though you could do with a bit of servicing."
"Put Cindy into position first," Warfield said. His hard cock throbbed when Olga gave it a cunning little squeeze.
Olga lightly slashed her whip across Cindy's hip. "Get up, lazybones!"
The leather thongs, thin and long, curled around Cindy's hip, leaving red welted marks on her flesh to show where they bit her.
Cindy cried out. Electrified, she leaped to her feet, rubbing her sore spot.
"Ah, that's much better." Olga flashed a thin-lipped smile of sadistic approval. "This girl could really benefit from some of my training program."
"Yes, indeed she could." Warfield thoughtfully stroked his chin as he considered Olga's remark. "We'll have to discuss that - later."
"Later, of course," Olga chuckled throatily. "You must be eager and impatient. Well, I'll get things ready for your pleasure."
Olga gripped Cindy's upper arm and led her behind the couch. She forced Cindy to lean forward from the waist, bending over the couch.
Cindy's flat middle rested on the back of the sofa. Her feet were firmly planted on the floor. Her upper body hung on the other side of the couch.
Cindy stretched her bound arms out in front of her and rested her head in them. Being bent forward caused her sore, spanked buttocks to go all taut.
She whimpered and squirmed from the pain. Olga hovered over her, arranging her. "Get those feet farther apart, girl," Olga commanded.
Cindy stood with her long legs spread wide apart. Olga stood there with her hands on her hips. She smiled - everything was to her liking.
Her skirt was still on. She pulled it down off her hips. It fell in a heap of black leather at her booted feet. She stepped out, leaving it where it had fallen.
A black leather garter belt circled her waist, cutting into the masses of soft white flesh. Her pussy lips and bush still glistened with saliva.
Her masses of flesh - her breasts and belly and buttocks and thighs - all rippled and flexed as she crossed the room to fetch her dildo.
CHAPTER TEN
In the position in which she lay, Cindy could not see what Olga was doing.
A leather bag lay on a table. Olga's breasts bobbed as she bent down, opened the bag, and took the dildo out from it.
The dildo was long and thick and pink. A grin of wicked anticipation crossed her wide face as she lovingly fondled the dildo.
Thin straps were attached to the base of the shaft. With practiced skill, Olga fastened the dildo on her, pulling the straps tight.
Those thin black straps were almost covered by the surplus flesh of her wide hips. The dildo jutted obscenely from her flesh.
Olga took a tube of lubricant with her when she returned to Cindy.
Warfield stood on the floor, facing his daughter. He unbuckled the big black belt, then opened the top of his pants and pulled down the zipper.
The twin black leather flaps of the pants were peeled open, revealing the stiff rod of flesh which sprang up. Warfield gripped his cock.
He pulled down the tight leather pants until they hung below his knobby knees. He got on his knees on the seat cushion of the couch.
The swollen head of his stiff cock bobbed inches from Cindy's face. He took hold of her hair and pulled her head up.
Cindy saw Olga out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see her better, causing her hair to be tightly pulled by her Daddy's hand.
Red spots of color rose in her blushing cheeks when she saw the dildo.
Cindy whimpered, "Oh, Daddy, you're not going to let her use that on me, are-"
She was suddenly and effectively silenced by Warfield when he stuffed his cock head in her mouth, gagging her with a rod of flesh.
Cindy was well trained. As soon as the fat hot cock head bumped her soft lips, she ceased her resistance and mutely accepted the erection.
Warfield grinned as he filled his daughter's mouth with his hard cock. Here was the most delightful way to muffle a noisy teenage daughter, yes, indeed.
As soon as his cock filled her mouth, Cindy forgot her objections and started sucking. Her puckered lips wrapped his shaft.
Warfield squirmed with pleasure, his buttocks tightly clenched as his hot rod of flesh was surrounded by Cindy's warm wet mouth.
Her lips, curled over his rod, massaged it. She ran her tongue all around his knobbed cock head, slurping and sucking.
Saliva drooled down the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin. Still, she was nervous, and kept darting anxious glances at Olga.
Olga frowned down at Dolly. Dolly stood off to one side of the sofa. "What do you think this is, Dolly girl, a free rest period for you?"
Olga's laugh was harsh. "Not likely! You can put this time to constructive use! Kneel behind Master Warfield and pleasure him with your mouth!"
Without giving so much as a sigh, Dolly got behind Warfield. Her long legs folded as she got down on her knees on the carpeted floor.
Her head was level with his buttocks. No blush of shame colored her cheeks as she nuzzled his naked buttocks with her face.
His ass cheeks tingled from her warm sweet breath and her licking tongue. The smooth flesh rippled as her tongue glided over it.
Olga now stood behind Cindy. Cindy tried to turn her head to peer over her shoulder and watch the buxom dominatrix to see what she was doing.
Cindy gurgled with pain as her daddy twisted her hair to re-focus her attention where it belonged, namely, on his swollen cock.
Olga's plump strong hand patted the rounded cheek of Cindy's bottom. "Ah, this one is eager and impatient! Just wait another moment, child."
The dildo jutted out long and thick from Olga's fleshy hips. Olga fondled and felt Cindy's spanked red bottom and taut thighs.
Below the red and glowing moons of the girl's ass cheeks could be seen the exquisite pink lips of her pussy, all delicate and tingling.
"Think of this as poetic justice, Cindy," Warfield joked. "After all, you fuck your friend Doris with a dildo - now, it's your turn!"
"Hey, now there's an idea! We should have Doris join us for a little party!"
Olga halted in her stroking of Cindy's taut legs. "Who is Doris?"
"A charmer who's quite attached to our dear Cindy - and who can blame her? She's a gym teacher at Cindy's school - and quite slavishly attached to Cindy."
"Is she - attractive?"
"Very much so," Warfield said. "Her physical condition is excellent."
"By all means, invite her to join the party," Olga said. "The more, the merrier. She can serve us right along with Cindy and Dolly."
Warfield held Cindy's head in his hands while she sucked his knobbed cock head.
Olga gently scraped the tip of her curved, clawlike fingernail, all gleaming with red polish, along Cindy's pale pink and delicate labia.
Chills ran up and down the girl's spine. Olga gripped Cindy's hot ass cheek and squeezed up. "I'll have to grease this little darling!"
"She's too tight and narrow to take this dildo in without lubrication," Olga said, unscrewing the cap from the jar of lubricant.
She squeezed some oily grease on her fingertip, then rubbed it into Cindy.
Lubricant shone on Cindy's narrow pussy lips as Olga massaged the oil into them. Cindy moaned and gasped from the skilled, sensual handling.
Since her mouth was wrapped around her daddy's cock, thrilling tingles ran up and down his swollen, sensitized penis flesh.
Olga fondled the pussy lips, rubbing them between her thumb and forefinger. She rubbed more goo inside Cindy, moistening her membranes.
Cindy's cheeks were hollow as she sucked. Warfield had his cock nestled nice and deep in his daughter's mouth - she had taken most of his shaft inside.
Her eyes bulged, all whites surrounding the irises. As she sucked, bobbing her head, slurping away, she looked up into her Daddy's eyes.
He patted her fondly on top of the head, smoothing her long hair down.
Olga finished, greasing her dildo. A shining coat of oil shone on the pink shaft and knobbed, bullet shaped head.
She barked down to Dolly, "You've licked the master enough on the outside! Now, lick him on the inside! Get your tongue in there!"
Dolly obediently wedged her face between Warfield's clenched buttocks.
His buttocks pressed the sides of her face. Her mouth was a warm wet thing pressing against his wrinkled anus, rubbing the smooth insides of her lips against them.
She fastened her lips on his rosebud in a hot wet kiss. Warfield squirmed and drove his rod of flesh more forcefully in his daughter's mouth.
Squeaking sounds, soft and liquid, sounded as Dolly kissed. From between her puckered lips came her long and probing tongue.
Veins wrapped around his cock throbbed when her tongue tip probed his anus. It licked the insides of the wrinkled brown folds, wetting them.
Dolly pressed her tongue tip against his puckered asshole. She pushed hard, forcing it inside him. Warfield's face glowed with red delight.
Olga, nodding with satisfaction when she saw her command was being obeyed, turned her attention from Dolly to Cindy.
"What a pleasure it is to fuck a little girl like you!" Olga hissed.
She guided the dildo down between Cindy's legs. Oil oozed from between her gripping fingers as she took hold of the base of the dildo shaft.
Cindy moaned as the dildo's oiled smooth head rolled against her equally oiled pussy lips. It glided smoothly over her flesh.
Olga pressed the dildo head at the junction of Cindy's slitted pussy lips. Cindy gasped. Olga leaned forward, pushing the dildo.
The dildo head wedged open Cindy's labia, splitting them, spreading them to the sides. The girl's membranes stretched to accommodate the intruder.
Cindy groaned as the dildo head was stuffed inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and shivered, but she did not stop sucking her daddy's cock.
Now that the head of the dildo was safely lodged inside Cindy, Olga could take her time, and savor the sensuality of the situation.
She wrapped her clutching, clawlike fingers around Cindy's lean hips, the red-nailed fingers pressing into the soft young flesh.
"Relax, my pet," Olga crooned. "Relax and take it all inside you!"
She leaned forward. Cindy groaned as the oiled shaft sank inside her. The dildo was thicker and not as soft as her daddy's cock.
Daddy's cock was in her mouth, heating up with each gliding stroke it made over her puckered lips. She worked her tongue frantically.
Warfield knew the extreme enjoyment of a man who is being pleasured at both ends.
His daughter was sucking his cock, and Dolly was tonguing his asshole, thrusting her tongue in and out, working it inside him, driving him wild.
Sweat oozed down his face, stinging his eyes. He blinked them to clear them, not wanting to miss a second of the delightful visual stimulation.
Olga's heavy dangling breasts jiggled and shook as she rocked back and forth, working the dildo in Cindy, pumping it in and out of her.
The girl's pussy lips, all shining and lubricated, were massaged by the sleek shaft of the dildo as it thrust in and out of her dripping sex.
Olga removed one of her hands from Cindy's hips so it could roam the girl's body, touching and stroking her to increase her arousal.
Cindy's head was lifted, and her neck muscles corded, as Warfield pulled upward on her hair to lift her head up for his thrusting cock.
Cindy's mouth was clamped on his penis, tonguing it, licking, slurping wetly.
Olga kneaded Cindy's dangling breasts like a fruit picker handling apples on the tree to see if they are ripe and firm.
She squeezed and stroked the soft bosom flesh, and fastened her sharp nails on the pointed nipples and pinched them viciously.
Warfield approached the boiling point. His eyes rolled crazily. Sweat ran off his flesh. His cock glowed bright red as he pumped it in Cindy's mouth.
Olga dropped her hand from Cindy's bosom. A chill ran along the girl's spine as Olga fondled her side and her soft, rounded hips.
Olga reached under Cindy. The girl tightened up when Olga fondled her soft silken bush, she stroked her quivering pussy lips.
The pussy lips split under the fondling, flashing seashell pink membranes which shone with juices. Olga reached for the top of the slit.
Her fingertips brushed Cindy's throbbing clitoris. Cindy was leaning forward with most of her weight on her flat tummy on the back of the chair.
Now, as Olga handled her clitoris, Cindy's legs tautened and she rose on tiptoes, gasping, her face a mask of ecstasy.
Warfield could hold back no more. Moaning, he rammed his cock home in his daughter's mouth, burying it so deep that Cindy's eyes bulged with fright.
His orgasm was so shattering that he felt like he was being demolished.
From the swollen globes of his sensitized balls, semen was pumped up the rigid column of his rod, and shot from his swollen cock head.
Cindy was open-throated. Semen gushed down her gullet, spilling like thick honey.
Olga jammed the dildo in deep. Her fingers writhed over Cindy's pussy.
Olga's fingers were a blur of motion as she rubbed Cindy's clitoris.
Cindy climaxed. She writhed on the sofa. Olga put her free hand on the small of the girl's back and held her down, pinning her with the dildo inside her.
Her fingertips pressed the throbbing clitoris. Cindy's screech of arousal was muffled by the spurting rod of flesh which filled her mouth.
Cindy closed her legs, squeezing her taut thighs, pressing Olga's hand even harder and tighter against her quivering pussy flesh.
Warfield lurched dizzily. His belly felt like the bottom had dropped out of it. His stiff cock was a hot bar of glowing electric current.
He shook, trembling like he was being electrocuted. Despite his wild arousal, he was careful to keep his cock in Cindy's mouth.
He reached behind him, placing a hand on Dolly's head and pressing it hard against his ass cheeks. Her lips still massaged his quivering, flexing anus.
He gave a final shudder. The stream of semen faded away, replaced by a thin trickling ooze which dripped from it in fat drops.
He pulled his hips backward, withdrawing his cock from his daughter's mouth. The red shaft emerged from between her wet lips.
Semen and saliva coated the red shaft. His cock head popped free from her mouth. His stiff erection continued to jut from his hips horizontally.
The blissful afterglow which now swept through him like a firestorm made him moan with pleasure. He must rest, if only for a brief while.
Still, his brain teemed with ideas and images of further degradations and demands he would make on Cindy - wilder, more extreme pleasures and pains.
He knew that whatever he did to Cindy, that insatiable girl would love it.
After all - she was her father's daughter.
Flesh has its limits. Despite the incredible erotic excitement which filled him, even Warfield had to rest sometime.
He did his resting in the retreat of his study. The doors were locked, and his system of spying devices was in operation.
He activated the camera which was positioned in Cindy's bedroom.
Olga was putting Cindy and Dolly to bed for the night. The two girls would share Cindy's bed, which was large enough to comfortably sleep two.
The buxom dominatrix bent over the bed, her massive bare breasts dangling, as she secured chains around the bedposts.
These chains had padded cuffs, and there were two sets of them. Olga had Cindy and Dolly lay at opposite ends of the bed.
Cindy was positioned with her head at the top of the bed, while Dolly lay with her head at the foot of the bed.
Olga finished binding the girls in the padded cuffs. The chains were long enough to permit them some freedom of movement, but kept them in bed.
Warfield and Olga wanted the two girls to become strongly addicted to each other's young flesh - a fairly easy task, considering the wantonness of the two teens.
Olga bound them so that the girls could mouth each other's pussies when the urge should strike them during the night.
Olga wrapped them in warm blankets, possessively kissed each girl, turned out the light, and left them together for the night.
Warfield activated another camera, which showed Olga going down the hall to the guest bedroom where she was staying.
Despite the abundance of female flesh - young female flesh - which he had penetrated and enjoyed, Warfield felt twinges of arousal.
His penis twitched and jerked in his pants as he thought of his plans.
Nothing is as contagious as sin - Olga would be the perfect instructress to school Cindy in the fine points of sexual decadence.
And then there was Doris - Cindy's slave - now his slave. Warfield anticipated the supreme delights of corrupting Doris.
The gym teacher, older than Dolly and Cindy, was a naive child compared to those two hellions. It would be exciting to watch them deprave her.
And, further down the road, there was Gail.
Yes, Gail. That would be the crowning achievement. One fine day, Gail would wake up to discover herself a prisoner in her own house.
That haughty, deceitful beauty would learn that she was going to become a real slave - a total slave - the mindlessly obedient slave of her husband.
Gail would be a pushover for Olga's dominance. Of course, Cindy and Dolly would actively participate in Gail's degradation and enslavement.
Warfield smirked with satisfaction. It was a wonderful life.
Here he sat in his electronic cockpit, wired into the house, his eyes and ears everywhere, his will reigning supreme.
In the 20th century, he would have a harem of slave beauties - and the jewel of the lot would be his own flesh and blood, his darling daughter, incestuous Cindy.
