Lori sat naked on the bed, but that was hardly unusual. How long had it been since she'd worn an item of clothing, she wondered; had it been days, weeks, months? Her mind had become so clouded and numbed by her routine of terror that she had no concept of time.
The tears on her face had dried, the pain was passing. She looked out through the barred window at the blue sky. A bird twittered and gave up his perch on the low shrub outside the window to enjoy the more lofty view from a limb of the maple tree.
The leaves had taken on their Autumn colors. All over that section of the Muskoka Lakes of Ontario, the leaves were colored and gradually falling. People walked on the crunchy leaves, lovers held hands, old people wondered whether they would see another Autumn, birds flew among the leaves. Everyone was free to move, to walk, to fly, to enjoy. Everyone but Lori who sat in the locked room and looked through the barred window while her aunt and uncle drank, laughed and made love in the comfortably furnished living room which adjoined her small prison.
Beside the bed, there was one other item of furniture in the room, a battered old dresser with a big mirror atop it. Getting off the bed with some discomfort, Lori began to do what she so often did, she walked to the mirror, looked at her face, a face on which she had not seen a smile in so long, then turned to look at something else.
She hadn't tried to keep count of the number of times her naked aunt had swished the thin, whippy switch, each time drawing another loud shriek from the girl, but it had been often enough, she knew, so that her back, buttocks and thighs would be wearing colors too, not the yellows and oranges and golds and russet colors of the maple leaves outside the window, but the fiery red lines which had been imparted to her body while her beautiful but cruel aunt switched her naked, dancing body and her equally sadistic uncle had stood naked, playing with his stiff, throbbing cock, another instrument of torture she had come to know so well.
High on her back and the backs of her shoulders, she saw a few lines and remembered the painful kiss of the switch which had painted them there.
Lower down, toward the small of her back, there were just a few short lines where the woman had flicked her with the tip of the switch, but then, where the back rounded into plump, firm, perfectly rounded buttocks, came the real display of red lines where the woman had drawn a crazy road map over the tender rounds while Lori had entertained the man and woman with her crying and her dance of pain, one in which her well developed breasts had bobbed to the delight of the man who watched while she tried to do the dance with her thighs close enough together to keep the tip of the switch from getting between them to find even more tender areas to which the sadistic woman loved to administer with the switch or any other implement of pain she happened to have at hand at the time.
And the backs and sides of her thighs had come in for their share too. Parting her legs, she looked at her inner thighs and decided she had been lucky, at least as lucky as a girl in her position could be. There were just two short red marks where the tip of the switch had found its way between her scissoring thighs as she danced through what had been just another of many cruel beatings.
Most painful of all were the marks on the backs of her knees where Aunt Sherri loved to visit with her switch, they hurt with every step, with any use of her knee at all.
Aunt Sherri was far more sadistic than Uncle Steve, Lori had discovered very early in her captivity in the country lodge behind the shelter of the tall hedge which covered the barbed wire fence so that it was a veritable fortress, an impenetrable one.
Her aunt loved to beat her with the switch or, for a change, with a bouquet of fine switches, loved to hear the swishing of the switches and to see the vivid red lines they drew.
But while Steve was not as cruel as his wife, he was far from gentle. His idea of fun was to strip naked, have her fondle, kiss and suck his prick, then take her over his lap and alternately spank and play with her lovely but terribly sensitive buttocks while his wife egged him on, frequently standing naked, her feet wide apart as she fingered her cunt through one orgasm after another, obviously stimulated by the sights and sounds of the spanking.
When Uncle Steve didn't spank with his hand, he chose other implements which provided the loud, clear sounds he so loved to hear. There was the ruler, a cut down piece of yardstick, eighteen inches long. It was one of his favorites. Others included a smooth backed hair brush, a leather sole, a rubber fly swatter, and a wide leather belt which he used doubled, to provide maximum sound and sting.
Rather than painting networks of red lines over her buttocks, he liked to spank them a uniform, fiery red. He invariably left some bruises, but they hardly showed through the dark, rosy red, and appeared later as ugly, brownish blotches which accompanied the brown lines left behind by the switch after the red had passed from them with time. Like the bars on her window, they were always there.
But he employed other forms of torture and of humiliation. The first time she saw his stiff penis, she had been terrified. He called it his cock or his prick and he had forced her to play with it and to take the big head into her mouth and suck on it. But that had been only the beginning.
For three days, he had threatened to fuck her, often lying naked on her and threatening her with the big weapon in her crotch, but not actually doing anything more than threaten. Then came the day when he told her that her time had come, that he was ready to ram his stiff cock into her virginal cunt and give her her first fucking.
With her aunt helping, he made good his threat as she shrieked in pain when he ruptured her hymen, then went on to fuck her, roughly, as the burning sensation in her cunt kept her crying, kept tears pouring.
But that had been only the beginning. Later, he had ordered her to kneel before him and suck his cock, suck it all the way until she would be drinking semen. Both he and the woman had beaten her first, until they had her ask to be allowed to suck his cock. After she finished and his spent member fell out of her mouth, soft and ugly, she had vomited, then had been forced to clean up the mess.
It had been the same the first time he announced to her, after a brisk spanking that he was going to force his big member up the tiny hole between the hot, red cheeks of her ass.
Lori recalled how her aunt had pleaded with her husband to give it to her dry, without lubricant, so that it would hurt more and make her scream, but he told his wife there was a danger he would tear his foreskin off in so tight a hole and had gone to lubricate her arsehole with Vaseline, seeming to enjoy working his finger in and out of her hole. But not all the lubricant in the world would have prevented her feeling the terrible pain of having her tight little pink hole so terribly stretched as he slowly pushed the big head into her and held it there for a long time before he fed her the whole length of it and went on to bugger her and fire his semen up into her bowels.
And too, there had been the humiliation and the indignities her aunt had so enjoyed inflicting on her, teaching her how to suck and lap cunt, how to hold buttocks apart and lick the crack between them, how to curl her tongue so that she could get it into her aunt's hole and ream her, reminding the girl all the while that it was the same hole through which she shit.
But even as she thought of the pain and suffering of the past, there was a more terrifying thought which came to plague her, came as it always did when she was at her lowest. There was the future, as much of it as remained for her.
There would be more beatings, more debasement of her body and spirit and then? Then what? Soon, it would be Winter in Muskoka. Winter there was a time of heavy snow, of cold and of impassable roads. Her aunt and uncle would leave before that began, but what of her?
Surely, she reasoned, they must know that making such a trip would give her a chance to escape, at least to cry out for help. They could dope her, she thought, but they wouldn't dare try to get her back across the U.S. border in that state.
As she considered the alternatives, Lori was forced to face the fact that the only way they could keep her from escaping and reporting them to the law was if they made the trip alone, if her abused body was buried deep under the fallen leaves, under the frozen ground. There was no other alternative she could see, and if her terrible logic was correct, then time was running out, dates falling off the calendar as the colored leaves fell from the trees.
There was no point in trying to escape, she knew, she had spent too many futile hours looking for some method of doing that and knew there was none. Her aunt and uncle were much too careful.
Her only hope, if indeed there was hope, lay in being rescued from someone outside, but who could that be? Her parents were dead, indeed it was because of their accidental deaths that she had fallen into the hands of the sadistic couple.
Nobody knew where she was, not even Wayne. Lori was sure that if Wayne knew where she was, he would find some way of rescuing her, he was smart and strong and he would save her and take her away from the house of terror, but he didn't have any idea where she was so that too was out of the question.
Thinking about it, she stopped even trying to hope for miracles. She watched another leaf drift down to meet the others which had formed a colorful carpet on the soft ground. Tears came into her eyes again as the leaf seemed to bring her that much closer to the only escape she had from her life of terror, death.
CHAPTER TWO
Her life had taken a sudden turn from the placid, peaceful, well loved existence she had always known, when she had been awakened from a deep sleep by the ringing of the door bell. Stumbling out of bed she put on a robe, noticing as she did that it was after three in the morning.
She wondered why her parents had not answered the door, then remembered that they had gone to a party and perhaps had not yet returned. She would not open the door without knowing who was there, she told herself, but then, as she approached the door, she saw the car at the curb.
As Lori saw the spinning, flashing, red light on top of the car, she knew it was the police. A cold chill seemed to start at her feet and, by the time she was able to open the door, it had reached the roots of her hair, enveloping her, totally.
She knew her parents had been involved in an accident even before she opened the door to look up into the stony face of the middle aged policeman. There was no surprise when he told her that they were both dead. Lori didn't scream, didn't cry, didn't faint, she just became more and more numb and so cold that she thought she would freeze to death.
The rest of that night was vague. The policeman was with her, she thought, there was a doorbell ringing, a vaguely familiar face frowned at her, then she was in a bed, not her own bed, not in her own house. There was someone who looked like a doctor, he stuck a needle in her arm and then she slept.
She slept through much of the following day, then her aunt and uncle were there. Lori had seen her Uncle Steve a few times before and found him handsome and charming. Although she knew none of the details, she knew that his wife had divorced him and that he had married a younger woman, a woman in her twenties, which struck Lori as being very young a wife for a man in his early forties.
Uncle Steve and Aunt Sherri were sympathetic and told her they would look after everything. They told Lori it would be better if she didn't see the bodies, it had been a messy accident.
Gradually, over the next few days, while Steve looked after the details of death and disposal, she recovered from the shock and achieved a state of something like "normalcy. Her aunt and uncle talked of spending the summer at a cottage somewhere North.
They didn't seem to know exactly where, just North, either New York State or perhaps Michigan or perhaps even Canada, but they assured her there would be a comfortable cottage and a lake for swimming and that it would be just right for her to forget and to start anew.
A little more than a week later, they left for the city where her uncle and aunt lived. The estate had been left to Steve in trust for Lori and the lawyers would look after such matters as selling the house and contents, putting everything in order. In the meantime, money was not important, like her late father, Uncle Steve had plenty of that.
On arriving at her new home, Lori was told that they would be there only a couple of weeks and that there was no point in trying to make friends when she would be leaving again so soon. That suited her, since she didn't really want to make friends.
Just weeks short of her sixteenth birthday, she had never dated. She was shy and preferred to spend her spare time reading, listening to music, watching television or chatting with the few girl friends she had.
And yet, the moment she met Wayne, she liked him. He was seventeen and delivered the morning and afternoon paper to her uncle's home. He too was shy, and yet they found themselves talking as though they had known each other for a long time. He told her that he did the two paper routes and saved the money for college, he had been saving for years and would enroll that Autumn. She told of how she had come to live with her aunt and uncle and Wayne showed genuine sympathy.
They found many things to talk about and while the friendship didn't seem to bother her aunt, Lori saw that it did upset her uncle. Grudgingly, he allowed her to go out with Wayne one evening and the youth wanted to spend his precious money freely, but she wouldn't let him do it.
Instead of a movie or a dance, they walked and talked and she would allow him to buy her nothing more than a Coke. When he walked her home, they chatted some more at the door, but he didn't try to kiss her and she didn't know whether she was pleased about that or not.
That night, her uncle told her it would be better if she didn't date again, that instead, she should help her aunt prepare for the trip. Lori didn't force the issue, but she went for afternoon walks and met him as he delivered his papers, chatting with him and helping with deliveries.
Wayne wanted to keep in touch by correspondence when she went away, but she was hampered by not knowing what her address would be. But she knew his address and promised to write him as soon as she reached her destination.
And then it was the day before they were to leave. She had helped him with his papers and they were sitting on a low wall, a few blocks from her house, chatting, neither wanting their meeting to end since it would be a long time before they saw each other again.
As darkness fell, he put an arm around the girl and their mouths met in a light but very meaningful kiss for both of them. She sighed and pressed closer to him, wishing they were not so close to the street so that they could share more and more passionate kisses, but then a car pulled up and the horn blasted.
Jerked back into reality, Lori recognized her uncle's car and saw a woman get out of it.
Wayne wouldn't let her go to the car alone, but went with her. The woman who got out of the car wore a white blouse, open at the top to reveal cleavage and, Wayne noted with shock, even in the failing light he could see nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. She was wearing no bra and her big breasts moved freely under the thin blouse.
As she turned, he saw quickly the tight fitting seat of her pants and through them, the outline of bikini panties.
As Lori got into the car between the man and woman, Wayne said a hurried goodbye, not at all liking the look he saw on the face of the woman, despite an artificial smile he saw there, but he liked much less the look on the man's face. There was no smile there and his mouth was drawn into a tight, frightening line.
The engine growled as the car roared away and Wayne felt a cold gnawing something in the pit of his stomach, something which told him that the sweet, shy girl should not be going away with that couple even though they were her aunt and uncle.
Earlier, he had been annoyed that they had not told her what her address would be, but suddenly, that became much more than an irritation, it was a foreboding of something very frightening, something he couldn't explain, but yet something which told him the lovely girl whom he had come to like so much was heading for trouble.
He stood rooted to the spot until the car was out of sight and a nagging voice inside told him he would never see the girl again. Then, as he stood with his head bowed, trying to fight off the terror which closed in on him, he saw something on the edge of the curb where the car had been.
Picking it up, he saw that it was a road map and he was sure it had fallen from the car. Bending to pick it up was an instinctive thing, an almost reflex action, but as he held it in his hand, something told him that it was terribly important. When he saw the headlights of a car coming from the direction in which the car bearing Lori had driven, he hurriedly stuffed the map into his shirt.
The car came over to the wrong side of the road and Lori's uncle asked whether a road map had fallen out of the car when Sherri had opened the door. Trying to look casual, Wayne said no and make a pretense of looking for one in the gathering dark, then the car drove away.
Wayne's heart was pounding furiously as he hurried home to examine the map. There, he saw that while Lori had been told they were not sure just where they were headed for to spend the Summer, the map showed that a very precise route had been outlined in colored pencil, a route which led across the border, into the province of Ontario and up into the Muskoka Lakes country.
The green crayon line followed the main highway, then turned off and followed a secondary road to a point where a circle had been drawn around the name, "Lake Peter."
Wayne felt a sudden urge to drop everything and start out for Lake Peter, then and there, then he scolded himself for being impetuous and silly. He assured himself that the girl was with her own aunt and uncle and that he had been overly dramatic in thinking there was anything ominous about her going to a cottage for the summer with them. Even if they tried to stop Lori from writing, he sensed the girl would find a way. It would be just a matter of days before he heard from her.
The sense of foreboding passed and then, to his surprise, he saw a mental image of, rather than the girl he so liked, her aunt.
He saw the boldly smiling face, the big breasts jutting through the thin blouse, the impression of two hard, poking nipples, then he saw in his mind the rear view, the pants which cupped her buttocks like hands, the suggestive line of brief panties.
Wayne tried to push the thought away, to replace it with a mental image of Lori, but the sexy looking woman refused to budge. His tool stiffened in his pants and the sexual urge became stronger by the minute. Sherri was standing before him, in the solitude of his room. She was unbuttoning her blouse and taking out luscious, naked breasts, smiling as she invited him to fondle them.
"My, you handle my big tits like a real man, Wayne," she told him. "How about peeling my tight pants down and seeing what you can do with the rest of me. I just have tiny little sheer panties on. They hardly cover my nice big, smooth asscheeks at all and you can see my curly cunt hair around the edges. Feel how soft and warm my cunt is. Yes, that's the way, Wayne," she told him in a husky whisper as he opened his fly and took his stiff, straining tool out and squeezed it.
"My you take my panties off nicely, Wayne. Here, you gorgeous hunk of man, she how my legs open wide for you? Part the soft, pink lips of my cunt and let me have that big, hard prick of yours. Ram it up my juicy cunt, Wayne and fuck the ass off me.
"Oh yes, Wayne, my darling man. Your prick is so big and strong. Feel how you're stretching my poor little cunty. Yes, Wayne lover, yes, that's the way to fuck a woman. Jesus, you sure do know how to ride my belly. You fuck so much better than my husband and your prick is so much harder. Hurry up and shoot your cream into my cunt, lover man. My cunt is just starving to feel your juice shooting up it. Hurry up and shoot it to me, you dear, lovely fucking boy."
With a groan, Wayne pushed to his feet and rested his left hand on the desk beside his bed. His right hand stayed wrapped around his throbbing bone as his semen shot in strong spurts all over the front of the desk. As he drained himself, the vision passed and he saw Lori's pretty face replace it. She looked sweet and innocent and very loving. Filled with shame and guilt, he tried to make her image go away while he tucked his spent tool back into his pants, then got tissues to clean up the semen had had shot so generously.
Wayne began waiting for the letter which would never come and he began worrying again, fear eating at him and refusing to leave him alone.
CHAPTER THREE
Her aunt and uncle seemed to have gotten over their disapproval of Lori's conduct of the previous evening and the drive began pleasantly enough early in the morning. Steve drove fast, but carefully. It was midweek and traffic was light, especially after they got away from the city.
They spent the night at a motel in upstate New York, Steve assuring them that they would cross the Canadian border early in the morning and would reach the lodge before dusk the next day.
"I wish we hadn't lost the damn map," Sherri said, but Steve shrugged it off, telling her he remembered the general area and that they would get another map when they crossed the border.
"That isn't the point, darling," she replied, "it was still careless of us and that's something we shouldn't be."
Sitting in the back seat, Lori wondered why her aunt was making such a fuss about having lost a map which could be so easily replaced and why she made such a point about being careless.
They had a pleasant dinner in the motel dining room and though the place wasn't fancy, it was clean and the food was good. After the meal, they went to the unit which Sherri and Steve had selected for themselves. It adjoined the one where Lori was to spend the night and she was pleased. She was not an experienced traveller and having to sleep alone in a strange motel, she found some comfort in the knowledge that her aunt and uncle would be in the next room.
Turning the television on, Lori picked up the early evening national news and listened attentively. She was curious about world affairs and kept trying to learn more. Her aunt and uncle sat on the bed sipping drinks and talking in low tones.
Once, when they were very quiet, Lori turned to see that they were embracing and kissing passionately. Sherri's dress had been hiked high up her thighs and as Lori watched, feeling guilty at peeking, she saw her uncle's hand move over the flawless thigh and push the dress higher as he caressed a white buttock which was only partially covered by a pair of red, bikini panties. Their eyes were closed in passion and the girl heard the sound of muffled groaning. She knew enough to see that they were both wild with passion. Later, after she left, Lori told herself, they would strip naked and fuck.
Fucking was only something she had heard older girls talk about and had read about. Even though she felt guilty about peeping at their passionate petting, she wished there was a little crack in the wall so that she could watch a naked man and woman fucking and doing other sexy things adults did before and during their fuck.
She became aware of the beauty and excitement of her aunt's thighs above the expanded tops of her dark, sheer nylons. She couldn't see the woman's big, firm breasts, but she had noted the outline of them before as the woman went about the house without a bra. She wondered if her uncle would fondle, kiss and suck the beautiful big mounds while they played and prepared to fuck.
Lori wondered too how big his cock was. She had once seen a boy's stiff cock when she was in the park with some girls and a boy stepped out from behind the bushes, his penis stiff as he smiled at them and they gasped and shrieked in alarm before he ran back into the bushes.
It had been an impressive sight, but he had been just a boy in his teens. A couple of the girls laughed after he left the scene and boasted that they had seen and felt much bigger cocks than that.
"My boyfriend has a cock like a horse," one of the girls boasted. "When he stuffs it up my cunt, it feels like I'm going to break in two."
Lori instinctively sensed that the girl had been exaggerating, but she knew that a man's tool would be a lot bigger than a youth's and she had thought that boy's had been big enough to be impressive.
At the first commercial, Lori looked around at the bed again. This time her aunt was lying on her back, her legs wide open and a hand, one belonging to the man, was rubbing the crotch of her panties as Sherri squirmed and sighed.
"I guess I better leave you two love birds alone," Lori said, nervously as she got to her feet and the two on the bed sat up.
"Hell, Lori, don't mind us. We're married and it's legal."
When Sherri sat up beside him, one big breast fell out of the top of her open dress. She gave a little giggle and didn't hurry about tucking it back inside.
"I think she's right, dear," Sherri told her man. "I can tell by the feel of that pole in your pants that this is going to turn into more than just necking and I guess our pretty little niece is a bit young for such things.
"Is that so, Lori?" the man asked. "Are you still a virgin?"
"Yes," Lori replied and wished she could stop blushing.
"Wouldn't you like to watch me stuff this up Auntie's hot little pussy?" he asked as he stood and outlined the form of his erection with his hands. "She's a real hot lay and I'm going to give her a royal fucking tonight."
"That's enough, Steve," Sherri snapped with a hard edge to her tone. "Lori is not quite sixteen and a virgin. I think it's time for her to go to her room. I like the idea of what you have in store for me, but I don't think Lori is ready for that sort of fun and games yet."
"Have a nice sleep, darling," Sherri told her as she put an arm around her waist and led her to the door. "You uncle has a nice big sleeping pill he's going to give me and I'm sure I'll sleep like a baby after that. Don't stay up too late, we'll be leaving early in the morning."
"I won't, Aunt Sherri," Lori assured her. "I'm a bit tired after the long ride."
"That's a good girl. If I hear your television on too late, I'll have to go pull your nightie up and spank your pretty little bum for you," she added, then lightly patted the seat of Lori's clinging jeans. "By the way," she asked as they reached the door and Steve looked at his wife's hand on the firm bottom of the girl, his tool surging strongly with desire to tear her pants off and get his hands on the magnificent ass-cheeks of his niece, "did your parents ever spank you, right on your bare ass?"
"No," Lori replied, blushing more furiously.
"Then be careful, dear or you'll get your first one tonight," Sherri told her.
The woman delivered the words with a merry laugh, but there was something in her tone which didn't fit with laughter, a certain intensity which made Lori feel funny. The sensation wasn't fear, she knew as she left the unit and went to the next door, so it must be sexual arousal.
She had difficulty fitting the key into the lock, and when she entered her room, she went to the television to turn it on and catch the rest of the news. Her hand went to the button to turn it on, but it stopped there.
From the room next door came a slapping sound, over and over. Through the thin wall she heard the mewing sounds of a woman, her aunt, and then she knew what the sound had to be. Uncle Steve was spanking her. They were not mad at each other, she reasoned, and so the spanking must be connected with the display of passion they had staged while she was in the room.
The television remained turned off as she pressed an ear to the wall to listen. She realized then that they were doing something she had once read about, spanking for pleasure and sexual stimulation. She tried to think of the word for it, then came up with masochism. That was followed by sadism, and she stood trembling, her thighs rubbing together hotly as the loud, clear smacking sounds came through the wall.
That sadism and masochism were things she was going to learn about soon, was something she couldn't have known. Had she even guessed, she would have fled into the night, taking her chances with any terrors the night could offer, but her thoughts were far removed from fear.
Life with her parents had been rather dull, at best. They seemed to live it up to the extent that they frequently entertained friends and went to parties from which they returned late and intoxicated, but she had never seen any sign of sexuality in them.
She had been told that she would be allowed to date when she was sixteen, but that until then there were to be no boys. With Steve and Sherri, she told herself, it was not likely that there would be such rules, not after what she had seen in the room and what she was listening to at the time.
Lori heard her aunt shriek for him to stop, then the spanking sounds came to an end. After that, she wasn't sure whether she could hear groaning and sighing or whether it was just her fired up imagination. Whatever it was, it had gotten to her and held her with searing passion as her thighs continued to rub hotly together. Was it really fun to get a spanking on the bare behind? she wondered as she began undressing, her hands still trembling and making the task more difficult than it needed to be.
Naked, she ignored the nightie in her suitcase and dropped onto the bed. There were no thoughts of television as she closed her eyes and a hand rubbed down over her smooth, firm tummy, moved over the shiny black foliage of her mons veneris, then went into the heat of her crotch.
A low, broken sigh escaped her as her hand rubbed a deliciously soft, warm vulva, then she was rubbing it more firmly, squirming and sighing with passion as she tried' to picture what was happening in the adjoining room.
She stopped rubbing, gentle fingertips parted the tender young lips of her pussy, then a finger went inside. It probed a little, finding things there hotter and more juicy than she had ever known them to be, then she moved the finger upward in her slit until the tip of it touched her little passion bud and her body jerked strongly.
While Lori was a virgin as far as the male penis was concerned, her little slit had often admitted her finger and she knew just what to do. She stroked her clit with a light, exciting touch, then stroked a little more firmly until her lovely young bottom jerked up off the bed and she climaxed, trying to keep down the sounds which broke from her throat.
In the next room, Steve stood close to the wall, a drinking glass between his ear and the thin wall. A smile broke across his face as he looked down at the naked, well fucked woman on the bed.
"The little angel is coming," he told Sherri. "I hope she doesn't wear out that little cunt before we can get her to the house."
"Don't worry, lover," Sherri sighed. "Cunts may be very delicate, but I've never heard of one wearing out. Let her go on with her fingering. Come back to bed and let me see if my mouth can revive that tired cock of yours."
Putting the glass down, the man got back onto the bed and held his spent tool in his hand.
"I could get it hard a lot faster by giving that sweet ass of yours another spanking," he told her.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she told him, grinning as she licked her lips and took the semi-rigid tool in her soft, warm hand. "My ass has taken enough for tonight. Cheer up lover, you'll soon have a sweet sixteen ass to spank all you want."
"You make it sound as though I'm going to be doing all the spanking. Have you suddenly lost your taste for rosy red female behinds?"
"Not rucking likely, darling, but why should I waste my time spanking when there must be so many switches at hand up there in the Canadian backwoods?"
"Of course. Still, it does seem a shame to mark up such a beautiful young arse with switches. Spankings make them nice and red, but the pretty cheeks return to pure white after a little while."
"Don't go soft on me, lover," she said with a frown. "Our deal from the start has been you do your thing and I do mine. I hope we're not going to have any trouble now."
"Don't worry, darling," he told the woman as he knelt up beside her. "You will switch the little angel and make her dance as much and as often as you want. You have to know I'm not suddenly going to go all moral on you."
Resting on one arm, Sherri took his tool in her hand and gave a few slow jerks before she pushed it into her mouth. After a little, she felt that it was hard enough to do anything they wanted to do.
"Want to stick it somewhere else?" she asked as she took it out and held the swollen head close to her lips, or shall I shove it back in and just keep on sucking?"
"It seems a shame to have to change positions when I'm so comfortable as I am," he told her with a pleased grin on his face.
"One blow job coming up, lover," she told him, then pushed his prick back into her wide open mouth and began sucking him in her very special way, more excitingly than any man or woman had ever sucked him before.
Much later, Sherri put her dress on and went to the front office to get a spare key for the adjoining unit. She turned it quietly in the lock and eased the door open.
Light which spilled from the bedroom showed her the figure of the obviously sleeping girl. She was naked and the sheet covered her only from the hips down. Lori lay partly on her side, partly on her tummy, so that the woman could see only one breast, but it was a beauty and she hungered to feel it.
Warning herself that would be a mistake, she gently drew the sheet back and bared the beautiful young behind and the flawless, firm young thighs. Her mouth almost watered at the sight of the sleeping nude who lay with a hand buried in her crotch where it had obviously worked so hard to permit her to get to sleep.
Fighting the urge to fondle, then spank the lovely buttocks, she bent close to admire the depth of Lori's crack, then, stifling a groan of desire, she gently raised the sheet back over her, covering the girl's shoulders.
"Soon, you beautiful, tender, smooth skinned little virgin," Sherri told herself under her breath. "So soon, your tender little arse will burn and you will dance for my switches. Your sweet face will feel so good in my crotch and your tongue will learn how to lap a cunt and lick a clit. Your tender little cunt will bleed when your uncle sticks his big prick in it and fucks you, then your tight little arsehole will stretch. What exquisite tortures we have in store for you, you dear, sweet little girl. Your life is going to be a short one, but oh sweet Jesus what a busy one it's going to be. I wonder how loudly we can make you scream. I wonder how much punishment a sensitive little ass like yours can take."
Sherri closed the door behind her, returned to her room and, as she poured a drink, her husband woke and sat up.
"Have you been out?" he asked, sleepily.
"I just went next door to see that our little angel was all right."
"Is she?"
"Sleeping like a beautiful, naked little angel. Oh Jesus, darling, what a ravishing, tender young beauty she is. The first time you see that beautifully rounded young ass, you're going to go off in your pants. That's a promise, lover."
"Christ, darling, you're getting me worked up again," Steve told his wife as he felt his balls stirring with a promise of arousal.
"Why not? My cunt has been burning since I drew the sheet back and saw our tender little victim. Go down on me, lover, eat my cunt and then fuck me or I'll spend the whole night climbing the fucking wall."
Steve saved her from climbing the wall.
CHAPTER FOUR
Probably millions of visitors had said it before in the Muskoka country, but Lori said the first thing that came into her mind as they got out of the car and stood on the high ground, looking down toward the lake and around and the heavily treed countryside with lakes dotting the green every here and there.
"It's like a fairyland," she said with a little squeal of excitement.
"Yes, I guess it is," her uncle agreed, his tone warm, his eyes shining. "It's the sort of place where one expects to make dreams come true."
"I agree, darling," his wife said. "I just have a feeling that that's the way it's going to be for us, up here. All our wildest dreams are gong to come true."
"Then instead of talking," he said with a grin, "let's unpack the car and get inside. No dreams are going to come true for me until I get a couple of drinks into me."
They all helped and it was not long before everything had been carried into the comfortably furnished house. Lori noticed the heavy, locking bolts on the door and her uncle told her that in houses which were frequently left unoccupied for long periods, it is customary to have the doors heavily bolted and locked and the windows barred.
"I guess I can see that," she replied, "but it does make the place look sort of like a jail."
"I guess it does at that, but this is going to be a very swinging jail indeed," he told her as he unpacked a bottle of V.O. and poured generous shots for Sherri and himself.
Sherri sat on a comfortable couch in the big front room and crossed her legs, making sure she showed enough nylon sheathed thigh. Her husband looked, then went to sit beside her, holding his glass in one hand, a firm thigh in the other.
"You aunt has nice thighs, for an old woman, doesn't she, Lori?" he asked the girl.
"Oh... she sure does, but she's not old," Lori told him, nervously, fearing she was going to blush.
"If you think my thighs are nice, darling," Sherri told him as his hand moved to the expanded top of her nylon, "you should see Lori's. As for what's above her thighs, mmmmmm, it would give you a hard-on strong enough to hang army boots on."
"Aunt Sherri," the girl gasped.
"I slipped into your room last night, dear," the woman told her, "just to see that you were all right. You had kicked the sheet off and I had a nice look at your thighs and bottom before I covered you up. I thought what a shame it was that Steve hadn't come with me. He wouldn't have been able to keep his hands off those beautiful round cheeks of yours."
"Isn't she a naughty girl?" Steve asked his niece as she blushed furiously. "I think I should give her a spanking, like I did last night. Did your hear me spanking her lovely, bare ass?"
"Yes," Lori said, with a little gulp.
"Well this time you'll see me spanking her if she says one more naughty word."
"I'll be good, dear," his wife told him, then added, with a little sight, "but she does have the sweetest little ass. I could just kiss and lick those round, satiny cheeks all over."
"That did it, my girl," her husband told her with a pretended frown. "One spanking coming up. Take your dress off and tell your rear end to get ready for hot roses."
Sherri played a little game of begging him not to spank her, then she stood and calmly removed her dress to show how nicely she filled a powder blue bra and matching panties.
Previously, Lori had been surprised by the size of her aunt's breasts, but this time it was the size of her buttocks which amazed her. Fully dressed, the woman looked almost slim, but with bikini panties only pretending to cover her bottom, Lori had a good look at her plump, white, beautifully rounded nether cheeks.
"Isn't that one first class, beautiful ass, Lori?" Steve asked as he shifted his stiff tool into a more comfortable position, allowing the girl to see what he was doing. "Uh... yes... it sure is."
"It's firm too, just perfect for spanking. Here, Lori, I'll take her panties down and let you have a better look before I spank it and turn those white cheeks rosy red."
As he talked, he patted his wife's bottom, then slowly peeled her panties down until they stretched across her thighs, well below the silken rounds of firm flesh.
"She has such a sweet ass, Lori. I never get tired of spanking it. What the hell, there's no point in leaving her bra on. I may as well take it off so her beautiful big tits can sway while I spank her. Did you ever watch a spanking, Lori?" he asked as he deftly unhooked his wife's bra and removed it.
"N... no," Lori stammered feeling sexual arousal building in spite of herself.
"Then I think you'll enjoy watching this one. She can really take it on those beautiful cheeks," he added, then fondled them for a minute or so and Lori noticed that her aunt was squirming in passion, obviously not afraid of the spanking to come.
Steve sat on an armless chair, then had his wife turn around to let Lori see the front view. It was a stunning one, Lori admitted to herself as she looked at the big, firmly jutting breasts above the narrow waist, then saw wide flaring hips and the neat triangle of pubic hair. It bothered her that the sight of a naked woman could so arouse her.
Sherri made her lush breasts sway as she went to her husband and draped her naked body across his lap. She felt the form of his stiff cock, throbbing in his pants and it matched her mood perfectly as she squirmed into position, firm breasts swaying under her, drawing Lori's eyes to them.
But Lori's gaze shifted quickly at the sound of the first spank. His big hand slapped smartly and she saw that the cheek joggled just a little, indicating how firm her aunt's buttocks were.
The hand smacked the other cheek and a little cry broke from the woman. Steve beckoned to Lori and she moved closer, seeing pink finger marks on the lovely white rounds. There was no point in trying to pretend she was not aroused, so she stared frankly and allowed her thighs to rub together as the hand kept rising and falling, slapping stingingly from cheek to cheek while the woman sobbed and squirmed, then began crying.
But it was obvious that the man had no intention of stopping, at least not for a while. He was enjoying his work and, Lori suspected, so was his wife, despite her crying and the hot, red glow the spanking hand was imparting to her buttocks.
Sherri was crying loudly and her nether cheeks shone a fiery red when the man finally stopped spanking and rubbed a hand over the twin, rosy rounds.
"Come feel a well spanked ass, Lori," Steve told her. "Come on, do as you're told or you'll find out how a spanking feels."
The threat triggered her into action and she put one hand lightly on a smooth, hot cheek. When Steve told her to, she put a hand on each cheek and began rubbing lightly. After that, she didn't have to be told and passion flared hotly in her as she boldly fondled her aunt's beautiful buttocks while the woman's cries turned to sobs and sighs.
"Tell the truth, Lori, you're horny as hell right now, aren't you?" her uncle asked.
"Yes," she answered in a small voice.
"You really enjoyed watching me smacking her bum, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Take your dress off, dear. I'm going to give you a little sample spanking. Sherri will help you if you wish."
At that, Sherri got off her husband's lap, rubbed her tingling buttocks, then let her panties fall to her ankles and took them off. She was naked, except for garter belt and nylons, but Lori had eyes only for her rosy red behind.
"Please... no," Lori sobbed as the woman came to her and opened the top of her dress.
"Please yes," Sherri told her, smiling as she took the dress off and her niece blushed furiously as she felt her uncle's eyes crawling over her.
"You may as well take her bra off too," Steve told his wife. "It looks as though she packs a very nice pair of titties in that bra. I want to have a look at them."
Lori protested again, then her bra was unhooked. She tried to retain it by pressing her arms against her sides, but Sherri gave her a stinging slap on one buttock, then slipped the garment off. As she dropped it, she took Lori's folded arms away from her breasts and both she and her husband stared at the exposed, firm, smooth breasts.
Standing close behind the girl, Sherri held Lori's breasts from below and gave a little squeeze.
"Jesus, what beauties," Steve panted as his wife played with Lori's breasts, her naked tummy rubbing hotly against her behind.
"How I'm going to suck those beauts."
"So am I, darling," Sherri told him. "We'll take one each and really make her cute little ass squirm."
"Speaking of that cute little ass, Sherri. Take her panties down and I'll warm it up for her."
"Please," Lori sobbed, "I've never done anything like this. I'm a virgin."
"Silly girl," Steve told her as his wife dragged the little panties down, baring the well fleshed mons veneris and its thick crown of shiny black hair, "you're almost sixteen and it's time you learned to make use of your tits and your ass and your cunt. Sherri and I are going to teach you."
"No... please... let me go. I can get a bus or something. I don't want to stay. I'm afraid."
"How foolish you are, Lori. You're home now, remember? This is the only home you have and we are the ones who will decide what you are going to do. Right now, you are going to turn your saucy little bum up for a nice spanking."
"Am la... prisoner, or something? Is that why you wouldn't tell me where we were going, so I couldn't tell anyone?"
The man and woman looked at each other and seemed to exchange messages with their eyes, messages the girl could read without understanding.
"Yes dear, that's exactly the way it is. That's why the doors are so heavily bolted and the windows barred," Sherri told her, enjoying the look of terror which came into the pretty young face. "That's why we wouldn't say where we were going. You are our prisoner and we plan to have a most exciting Summer with you. It was all decided before we went to get you. Isn't that right, darling?" she asked her husband.
"That's the way it is, Lori. I'm sorry, in a way. You are a nice girl and I like you, but this is the chance of a lifetime for Sherri and I, so that's the way it has to be. Come now and lie across my thighs. You will be able to feel my stiff cock throbbing while I spank you."
"Why don't you strip, dear?" Sherri asked him. "Then she could really feel your big cock throbbing and would get an idea of how big it is and how it is going to stretch her tight little cunt when you take her cherry. I'll play with her while you undress." Getting up, Steve feasted his eyes on the beauty of his niece and trembled with wild arousal at the thought of the many sexual pleasures he and his wife were going to enjoy at the expense of his trembling, terrified niece. She had been beautiful before, he told himself, but the terror in her eyes made her look even more so.
While her husband hurried out of his clothes, Sherri held the trembling girl against her and fondled her naked breasts as well as her mons veneris, pushing a hand into her crotch to add to Lori's misery by playing there.
Until things had taken such a shocking turn, Lori was prepared to become more and more aroused and would have been easy prey for seduction, but that would have spoiled the plans of her aunt and uncle. Seduction was something they could easily arrange with others, as they had done before, but this time they wanted a terrified, captive girl, one who would alternately plead for mercy and try to resist, but who would be helpless and terribly vulnerable.
Naked, Steve went to stand in front of his niece so that she couldn't avoid seeing his frighteningly big rod. Smiling, he grasped the base of it and waved it at her.
"Look at that massive cock, Lori," her aunt told her in a whisper. "See the size and the strength of it. Christ, how it is going to stretch your tiny little cunt and just think of how it is going to feel when your arse cheeks are red from being spanked and he forces that big head up between them and into your little poop hole. Oh baby, how it will stretch you and make you cry."
While Sherri held the girl tightly from behind, her husband pressed against her, his stiff cock pressing against her belly and throbbing with desire. Putting his hands between the girl and his wife, Steve lovingly fondled the firm, satiny buttocks of the girl and told her what a joy it was going to be to spank her.
"But, Uncle Steve, you've been so nice to me and so has Aunt Sherri. How could you turn against me like this?"
"We had to be very gentle and considerate and loving, dear. We had to make you relax and trust us. Otherwise, there was a danger that we wouldn't have been able to get you here where you are totally helpless, completely at our mercy."
"Mercy, Uncle Steve?" she asked, tears brimming in her pretty eyes.
"You see, dear," Sherri told her husband as her hands squeezed firm tender breasts, painfully, "the little angel still has her sense of humor. I hope she can keep it, it may help her endure all that lies ahead of her. Are you ready to spank that lovely little ass now, darling?"
"Mmmm, yes, more than ready," he replied as both his hands squeezed Lori's buttocks, then he drew away from her and went to sit on the chair.
"This is going to be a rather light spanking, dear," he told Lori. "Mind you, if you try to resist, I'll have to change that. I'll give you to Sherri and she'll beat you with a switch. Sherri loves to paint red lines on a tender, naked body with a switch, but I'm afraid it stings like hell. Come lie over my lap dear. My cock is in danger of getting cold. I want you to cover it up with your beautiful body and keep it warm. Take her panties off for her, darling."
While Steve watched, his wife stripped the girl's little panties down, patted her mons veneris, then had her step out of them and walk to the seated man for her spanking.
Instinct told Lori that it would be a mistake to do any more pleading just then, or to try to resist in any way. With a little sob, she draped herself meekly over the strong thighs of the man and he helped adjust her position so that her divinely rounded, satiny smooth buttocks were positioned perfectly for the spanking he intended to administer. He kept her waiting for the first spank as his right hand played with her lovely nether cheeks, the side of the hand pushing into the warmth of her crack.
"Hurry, darling, hurry," Sherri said with a little groan as she pushed a hand in her crotch. "I'm almost coming just waiting for the spanking to begin.
CHAPTER FIVE
"My but you are a horny bitch, darling," Steve said to his wife as he adjusted his grip on his quietly sobbing victim, gave her a final pat on the bottom, then raised his right hand. "Go ahead and start fingering your cunt, I'm ready to begin the spanking."
But Sherri didn't have to be told. Her finger was already working in her slit as she stood, perspiring and panting with arousal. She watched her husband bring his hand down in the first spank, and both she and Lori made little grunting sounds.
The sound of the smack on the firm buttocks rang clearly through the room and Steve held where he had slapped, squeezing the firm flesh. When he raised his hand, he saw the faint, pink marks of fingers on the creamy white cheek.
The second spank, delivered to the other cheek, brought a louder gasp from the girl and he again gave the cheek a squeeze before he took his hand away to see the light marking it had caused and to anticipate how her buttocks would look and feel when he finished the spanking and left them coated with a rosy glow, while hot pins and needles danced in her firm flesh as tears continued to fall.
His eyes went to the crotch of his wife as she went on fingering herself, moved up to admire her swaying breasts, then returned to the form of the helpless, naked girl on his lap. He saw how the chaste, white garter belt and suspenders framed the target area, then he began spanking at a steady, unhurried pace. Each stinging contact of open hand on naked skin, producing a loud sound and adding to the volume of Lori's crying and the ferocity with which she kicked her lovely legs.
Steve had delivered only about a dozen spanks when he paused to see and hear his wife climaxing, her naked body jerking strongly, her big breasts bouncing. After the final spasms has passed, she sighed, took the finger out of her slit and sucked it. As she did, her husband resumed spanking the coloring buttocks of the crying girl.
The spanking he was giving her was not as light as he had indicated it would be. He had meant to keep his word, but arousal was too great and he couldn't resist the urge to spank a little harder as the sight and feel of her madly tossing behind and the sound of her crying drove him wild with passion.
The roundness of Lori's nether cheeks provided him with an additional surface to spank, the tender lower slope where plump cheeks curved roundly down to meet firm, white thighs. Rather than slapping in an up and down motion, he swung his arms from right to left, making her kick her legs more violently, her toes kicking the thickly carpeted floor.
She was more sensitive there, as he knew from erotic experience she would be. While the man enjoyed spanking the naked behind of any woman, he particularly like the round rather than oval buttocks. The ovals lacked that particular curve and there was little delineation between lower buttock and upper thigh.
"The little angel really likes it there, where she's nice and sensitive," Sherri commented as she moved closer, a hand still working in her crotch.
"I wouldn't say she does," he replied without a break in the rhythm of the spanking, "but I sure as hell do, as you should know so well."
As Steve continued to spank the lovely ass of his crying niece, he and his wife continued a conversation which went on until her stroking finger brought her to the point where she could no longer talk, only gasp and moan in ecstasy as orgasm swept over her and set her lush breasts in frenzied motion once more.
And then, when Lori's outraged bottom had taken on the hot glow of dark red roses, he gave a final hard spank on each cheek, sighed, then stopped spanking and allowed his hand to roam over the satiny surfaces.
"Oh Jesus, darling," he wife panted, "my finger can't do the trick this time. Let me eat that tender little cunt and play with her arse while it's so hot and tingly. Park her on my face, lover, you know how I like it."
Trembling with passion, the woman lay on her back on the floor and Steve helped the softly crying girl to her feet.
"Be a good girl, Lori and do as you're told. If you do, you'll enjoy having your cunt lapped. If you don't, then you'll get another spanking. Are you going to be a good, obedient, little girl "Y... yes, Uncle Steve... I'll try, only please don't spank me anymore. My poor bum is so hot."
Steve had her kneel astride his naked wife, her red behind toward the woman's face, then showed her how to bend over and lower her crotch onto the waiting face as Sherri licked her lips in hot anticipation.
Lori felt the woman's hands on her hips, then gave a little groan and her body jerked strongly as the warm mouth claimed her virginal little cunt and began sucking. While her mouth was busy on the soft lips, Sherri kept her hands busy on the hot, tingling buttocks above her face.
After all she had heard and endured, Lori's mind was in no state to enjoy pleasure, but as the warm mouth sucked in her crotch and the darting tongue lapped in her slit, her body betrayed her.
Crouched close to his wife's head, his eyes feasting on the arched, red behind of the girl, Steve saw the signs of arousal, saw her crotch instinctively rubbing back on her aunt's face.
Getting up, he moved around the couple and knelt astride Lori's head. His hands went under her and he gently fondled her breasts as his wife continued to suck and lick her tasty young cunt.
That pleasure had gotten to the girl became more than obvious as her body tensed, she gasped, then she was jerking and panting in orgasm, her wet pussy giving her aunt's face a warm, wet massage.
"So, our reluctant little virgin liked having her cunt lapped after all," Sherri said after Lori got off her and she sat up, her big breasts bobbing.
"She sure as hell did," Steve observed. "Now, is there anything you'd like?"
"There sure as hell is, darling," his wife told him as she wrapped a hand around the shaft of his prick. "It feels hard and twitchy and I'd like it buried in my cunt. Let's show this little angel what fucking is all about."
"Right you are, dear," her husband agreed. "Get up on all fours so she can really see it."
"It seems strange to be taking it dog-style with the cheeks of my ass still cool and white," Sherri said as she scrambled into position, "but I'm in too big a hurry for your cock, I can't take time to get spanked now. Jesus I'm horny. Wait until you taste that sweet little cunt of hers, you'll see what I mean."
"I'm dying for a taste of it," Steve said as he knelt against his wife's smooth buttocks, his tool pushed between her thighs, "but right now, fucking you is my business."
He had Lori lie on her back, under the woman, and told her to keep her eyes focused in her crotch.
"I want you to watch and see what fucking is all about," Steve told her. "Watch how my big cock makes her cunt stretch, then think about how it's going to stretch yours, the first time I fuck you."
He remained still, his body pressing against the fleshy cushions, giving the girl plenty of time to get ready to witness the screwing, then he probed his wife's crotch until the head of his tool found the soft lips.
"Watch now, Lori," he panted, wild with arousal, "and see how my cock will turn her slit into a big O."
Steve pushed very slowly, felt the head move into the moist slit, stretching it. From below, Lori gazed upward and saw that the swollen head of his big prick did indeed change a slit to a circle. He held his wife's hips with both hands and kept the head there in her port of entry for almost a minute, then he fed it to her, slowly, with a series of short jabs.
Lori again felt herself becoming aroused, despite her fear as she watched the big arm of flesh and muscle working in and out of her aunt's slit. It had become covered with juice so that it seemed to shine as it pistoned in and out of her aunt. She pushed her head a little further back so that she could see more clearly.
The sounds excited her as much as the sights. With each stroke ahead, Steve's body slapped the plump buttocks with an exciting spanking sound, and she heard a subtle squishing sound from the woman's wet cunt as the stiff prick worked in and out.
She heard her uncle panting and noticed that he was stepping up the pace of the fucking. Lori guessed he was coming to the end of the screwing, then a grunt broke from him, he pulled his wife's big ass back against him and rammed his tool all the way home as his belly jerked against her behind and, Lori guessed, he fired his cream strongly up into her cunt. Both he and his wife were panting and sighing, then, after Steve had left his tool to soak in his wife's hot cunt for a little while, he allowed it to fall out.
Lori was startled by the change in his tool. What had once been so big and stiff and strong looking, fell limply, looking very wet and soft. A string of semen dangled from the head of it, then attached itself to one of Sherri's smooth thighs.
With a tired sigh, Sherri moved to her left, lowered herself to the thick carpet and rested.
"Thanks, lover," she sighed. "That was first class fucking. I loved the idea of having her under my belly, watching it."
"So did I. We're going to find so many ways to use our little angel for our pleasure. Speaking of that, I think I'll have a little snack of pussy pie right now."
"You're going to love it, darling, There's something so subtle about the flavor of virgin cunt."
"I think I'll take it the same way you did and play with that warm little ass while I eat her crotch off," Steve said as he lay on his back and called the girl to him.
"Come on, baby, sit on my face and park your cunt right on my mouth, just the way you did to Auntie," he told her and, with hardly a trace of hesitation, Lori obeyed, then he was greedily sucking her tender young cunt while fondling her buttocks and hips. He soon had her squirming, in spite of herself, then, after he had licked her sensitive clitoris for a little while, she was jerking and bouncing on his face as orgasm swept over her again.
CHAPTER SIX
"I'll admit cunt tastes lovely," Steve said as he poured another couple of V.O.'s and water, "but it's not very filling."
"It's like Chinese food, darling," his wife told him, taking the drink he offered. "An hour after you've eaten one, you want to do it again."
"You're right, dear. I never thought of it that way. I wonder how it would be, eating Chinese cunt."
"You get hungry even faster. I had a sweet little Chinese girl for a few months. She was about four feet ten, had tiny little tits, and a little cunt so small I could almost stretch it with my tongue. She was also hotter than hell and was always ready to open her legs for more."
"Did she suck your cunt too?" Steve asked.
"Oh yes, she loved it. I used to get my tongue up her arsehole and ream her until she cried, but she wouldn't do it to me, worse luck."
"Cheer up, darling. I've never fucked a Chinese or Japanese. I did lay this beautiful Black a few times though. She loved it when I lapped her twat. Said just the sight of a white face between her brown thighs almost made her come."
"Christ, lover," Sherri said, panting a little, "you're getting me all horny again. If you want any dinner, you'd better let me go."
"Okay," he said with a little laugh. "You and Lori get all dressed up, in bra and panties and give me something to look at while you get the food ready."
When she saw Sherri picking up her bra and panties, Lori did the same, without waiting to be told, and she saw her uncle feasting his eyes on her as she got into them.
Lori sensed that she should be feeling only fear, should be looking for a means of escape, but their erotic conversation kept her hotly aroused, kept her mind reeling with erotic images of her aunt sucking the cunt of a Chinese woman while her uncle pressed his face between lush, brown thighs and ate warm, pink cunt.
Steve followed them into the kitchen, sipping his drink and chatting with his wife. They kept the conversation highly erotic, and from time to time, he stole a feel of a panty clad bottom, a well filled bra, a firm thigh or the body warmed crotch of nylon panties.
"What's your bra size, Lori?" he asked at one point as he pressed against her lush bottom while he fondled the cups of her bra.
"Thirty-six-C," she told her uncle, a hint of pride in her tone.
"Jesus, not sixteen yet and already the tits of a woman. I think she'll make it to your size yet, Sherri," he commented, forgetting about their plans for the girl which would not give her time to achieve that growth.
"Well, she does have the potential, darling," his wife told him and gave him a strange look. "One never can tell about those things though."
As the women went about preparing the meal, Lori noticed that there were no bars on the kitchen windows and that it looked as though they would swing open easily. If things continued to look threatening, she told herself, the window offered an escape route. It could involve making a break to freedom in nothing more than bra and panties, she thought, but at least it would be freedom.
And yet, despite what had been said about beatings, fucking, cock sucking and cunt lapping, she felt a strong tug away from freedom, at least for the time being. The sensuality of the couple had communicated itself to her, overcoming fear, at least for the time being. She felt tremors of arousal as she recalled watching her uncle's big, hard cock working in and out of her aunt's slit and she wondered how it would feel. It had been obvious that Sherri had loved it, and from all she'd heard from older girls who had fucked, they loved it too. Perhaps, Lori told herself, she too would come to enjoy being fucked. She wasn't so sure about the other acts though.
Conversation continued through dinner and they made Lori participate.
"Tell the truth now, Lori," her aunt said, her tone warm. "How many times did you finger yourself in the motel after you watched us petting and heard Steve spanking me?"
"I... guess about four or five times. I just couldn't stop. I could tell you were enjoying being spanked, and I couldn't understand that, but it still got me all worked up. How did you know I had fingered myself?"
"When I slipped into your room later, your hand was still in your crotch. I guess you had fallen asleep that way. You liked having your cunt lapped, didn't you, dear?"
"Yes."
"Have you had it lapped before?"
"Oh no, nobody even touched it before, except me."
"Well, dear, you can be sure it's going to be touched often from now on, in lots of interesting ways. Tell me, are you looking forward to getting your uncle's big cock up your cunt for your first fuck?"
"I... don't know. I guess I'm kind of afraid. Does it really hurt, the first time?"
"Usually," Sherri said, casually. "If your hymen is tough, it can burn like fire and go on burning for a long time. Some girls are lucky, but for most, it hurts like a son of a bitch."
"Uncle Steve," Lori said, looking intently at him, "I have to admit I got worked up this afternoon. I think I could learn to like all the things that are going to happen to me. Do I have to be a prisoner? I won't run away."
"Sorry dear. Sherri and I have dreamed for a long time of how thrilling it would be to have a beautiful young girl captive, to do what we like with her. We have you that way and that's the way it has to be. I have a feeling you won't like everything, at least I hope not."
"I'm sure not," Sherri said, her eyes shining. "How do you think you're going to like curling your tongue up my arsehole and reaming me?"
"Oh no, please," Lori said quickly and her face turned a little pale.
"And then too, there's Sherri's love of switches, but it's not easy for her to find a partner to switch. I can promise you she'll make you dance when she strips you naked and paints red lines all over you with a thin little switch."
"He's so right, darling," Sherri said with a sigh. "I notice you didn't enjoy the spanking, but a spanking is nothing at all compared to a good switching. I like to work on a girl's ass, but I don't stop at that, I give it to her all over, and when she's dancing, I try to get my switch between her thighs. I don't cut her cunt on purpose, but sometimes I'm off target and she get the switch there. That produces the yummiest screams. Imagine a switch flicking the tender little lips of your cunt."
"Please, don't talk like that," Lori said and her body trembled, "It can't be helped, dear," her uncle told her, his tone gentle despite the words. "You see, in order for us to achieve the maximum of pleasure, we have to see fear in your eyes, absolute terror, and we have to see tears running down your pretty face. In a strange, perhaps even perverted way, we love you, but you're going to find our kind of love can be very painful."
Lori looked from one to the other and what she read in their expressions, told her there was no chance at all that they were just playing a game with her, that it was only a cruel joke. They meant what they said. Again, she thought of the kitchen window and knew she was going to have to use it at her first opportunity, perhaps, she told herself, that night, when her aunt and uncle were sleeping.
"Mmm, that was a fine meal," Steve said, pushing his chair back and standing to let them see that he had an erection. "Clear the table, Lori, I'm going to have some dessert."
Lori obeyed, quickly, then the table was cleared of every dish.
"Come to me now, Lori and I'll peel my dessert," her uncle told her and she hurried to him.
He fondled the seat and crotch of her panties for a little while, then stripped the panties down and she stepped out of them. Her uncle unhooked her bra and she took it off too, leaving only her garter belt and nylons on.
"Get up on the table now, dear," he told her. "Lie on your back with your ass on the edge of the table."
Lori complied, then he guided her lovely legs up and over her body, making her part them wide to open her crotch for him. With the tips of his fingers, he parted the tender pink lips of his fleshy dessert and again, Lori felt passion pushing fear out of her mind. Licking his lips, her uncle fingered her warm slit as she shuddered in eager anticipation, almost crying out for him to hurry and get his face into her crotch and begin sucking her cunt.
Moving around to the far side of the table, Aunt Sherri began to stimulate her husband's dessert as she reached for the firm young breasts of the girl and began to fondle them.
After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, Steve closed his mouth over the cunt of his niece and began sucking with thrilling greed. Unhurriedly, he ate his dessert and the flavor, good right from the beginning, reached its apex when she climaxed as he went on sucking in her hotly jerking crotch.
"Get up on your hands and knees, baby," Sherri told her niece, panting. "I'm going to have my dessert, chocolate flavored."
Wondering if she had understood the woman correctly, Lori got onto all fours on the table, then Sherri's face pressed between her parted buttocks, licked her crack and made it very juicy, then she curled her tongue into a roll and worked it into the little pink hole.
While her aunt reamed her arsehole, her uncle got a hand into her crotch and fingered her cunt until she came again.
"What do you want to do about that hard-on, lover?" Sherri asked her husband.
"I don't know. I'm feeling a bit lazy. I think a nice blow job should do the trick. Shall we put Lori to work on it?"
"What say I do it this time, just to teach her how it's done. Besides, I'd like a drink of warm cream to line my throat and make it feel good."
Warning Lori to watch carefully and see how she sucked the man's cock, Sherri dropped to her knees in front of the man and began playing with his stiff rod, her touch gentle and loving.
"There are many positions and styles of cock sucking," she told her niece, "but this is the way your uncle likes it best."
Licking her lips, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the big velvet head in. She sucked it lovingly for a while, her right hand holding the stiff shaft, her left rubbing his buttocks, then she took the head out of her mouth and slowly licked up and down the underside of the shaft while he trembled with arousal.
After that, she pushed it back into her mouth and her head moved up and down as she took as much of the shaft as she could manage, into her mouth, then, Lori saw, it was like fucking as her mouth moved up and down on the long pole, making it shine wetly.
A groan broke from the man's throat, then his body was jerking as Sherri sucked him dry and caused his knees to buckle.
It was a terribly exciting thing to watch, Lori decided, but the thought of a cock shooting cream into her mouth made her feel a little ill. She knew that her turn to suck his cock would come soon, but she was not eager for it to happen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Steve suggested an early bed, the others agreed, eagerly, though for different reasons. In Sherri's case, it was because she too was tired and wanted to sleep. As for Lori, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. As soon as the two were sleeping soundly, she told herself, she would go to the kitchen, open the window and get as far away from the house as she could.
The idea was still burning strongly in her as she went to the big bedroom with her aunt and uncle, then it died a sad death as her uncle, smiling, bound her wrists together with a nylon stocking. Taking another, he tied her wrists to the head of the bed.
"Please, Uncle Steve, this is going to be so uncomfortable. I'm not going to try to get away, honestly."
"Aren't you? What a shame. Still, we can't take any chances and this way you will look more a captive. I'm going to find it very exciting sleeping with you between us, helpless, your wrists tied to the head of the bed."
"Mmra, that goes double for me, lover. Look at the little angel, how helpless, how terribly vulnerable she is in her beautiful nudity. I have a feeling I'm going to wake in the night and disturb her sleep."
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing myself," her husband said, grinning. "Sleep tight, Lori. Tomorrow is going to be a big day, for all of us. I may pluck your cherry and I may not. Think about it, dear, and keep in mind that it will probably be very painful."
Steve and Sherri got into bed, they fondled her body for a little while, then each turned around and Steve turned off the fight and pressed his behind against her tummy and prepared to go to sleep. On the other side, she felt Sherri's big ass press against her.
Minutes later, both the man and woman were snoring in deep sleep while Lori lay wide awake, wondering what tomorrow would bring. The thought that her uncle would probably fuck her, wasn't too terrifying. That, she told herself, was a pain every female must endure at the beginning of her sex life, but there were other things in store, things such as having to suck her aunt's cunt and her uncle's cock. Mostly though, her thoughts were about the switching she felt sure her aunt would give her before the day was over.
Lying with her eyes wide open, Lori was sure she would not get to sleep, but her body demanded the healing therapy of sleep and it soon overcame her mind as sleep covered her like a thick, woolen blanket.
As she began to stir from her sleep, Lori was aware of hands moving over her body. Her eyes opened, found a light shining too brightly and closed again. She opened them a little at a time and saw her uncle, kneeling naked beside her.
"Look at the nice hard-on I've got for you, Lori," he told her, waving it at her.
"What are you going to do, Uncle Steve? Are you going to fuck me now?"
"No, you seem too anxious for that, so I'll let you wait a while."
"What are you going to do, lover man?" his wife asked, sitting up, her face bleary with sleep.
"I think I'll cream her tits. I haven't creamed a pair of tits in a long time."
"That should be fun. Would you like me to jerk you off?"
"Thanks, I think I'd rather do it myself this time."
"Then please, darling, let me rub it in. I've got to have some fun."
"All right, angel. I'll shoot it to her and you can smear it around."
"Oh goody. After that, I'll lick it all off. You know, darling, we're really being much too nice to her. Imagine, creaming her tits for her instead of giving her a good beating that would keep her ass hot for the rest of the night. What the fuck time is it, anyway?"
"Almost four o'clock. I've had plenty of sleep."
"You may think so now, darling, but after you've jerked off, you'll soon be snoring again. There's nothing like a nice jerking off to put you to sleep."
As though she had played the game before and knew the rules, Sherri put two pillows under the girl's shoulders to elevate her from the waist up, then she fondled Lori's breasts and sucked the nipples until they stood out nicely.
"There, darling," she said as she moved back, "She looks ready to me. Remember the time you and Carl both jerked off on me, one on each tit?"
"Yeah, that was fun. I'll swear Carl would rather jerk himself off than fuck, any day of the week."
"I think you're right, especially if he can have an audience. Are you going to do it slow or fast, darling?"
"Slow, of course. I want to make it last," he said as he knelt astride his naked niece and smiled down into her face. "You're going to like this, dear," he told her. "I'm going to pull myself and shoot warm cream all over your pretty tits. After that, Sherri will smear my cream all over them, then lick it up. Have you ever seen a boy or a man jerking off?"
"No."
"You'll be fascinated by the way cream shoots out, just the way it does up a cunt or in a mouth, but this way you'll be able to see it."
Gripping his tool in his right hand, Steve smiled warmly as he began pulling himself, slowly, while his wife watched, smiling, her fingers making sure that Lori's nipples remained hard and erect.
"Get ready to have your tits well juiced, dear," she told her niece. "No matter how often he goes off, Steve always has another load of good, rich cream ready. You're just going to love watching it shoot all over those woman tits of yours."
Three times, Steve allowed himself to approach the brink of ejaculation, but each time he took his hand off his cock and smiled as he held back the charge, then he resumed the slow pulling of his meat and then he told his audience that this time he was going to let his charge blast off.
"Jesus, what beautiful young targets those tits are," he panted as he felt the churning in his loins and felt his balls starting to expand.
As ejaculation approached, he made little whimpering sounds as his hand moved very slowly back and forth, then he grunted, panted, aimed his prick carefully, then fired the first spurt onto her left tit, hitting the elongated, firm nipple, then he turned and aimed at her other breast.
This time, his aim was a little off and hit above the nipple and a line of semen showed on the upper slope of a luscious breast, shining in the light. Again and again his cock spurted the thick fluid until there were only droplets left. He squeezed the final ones from his softening prick, panting as they dropped onto her breast.
And then it was Sherri's turn to go into action. She bent over the naked girl and, with both hands, smeared the warm, sticky semen over the luscious young gourds. After she had done that, she paused to lick the semen from the palms of her hands and from between her fingers, then she bent over Lori and began licking the fluid off the slopes of her breasts. When she finished, Lori's lovely boobies were clean again, not a trace of cock juice to be seen on them and her nipples still jutted boldly from the licking her aunt's tongue had given them.
Kneeling up beside the girl, Sherri made her breasts bounce and sway as she hurried a finger into her cunt and fingered herself until she enjoyed a deliciously strong orgasm, one which left her so content that she knew she would be able to sleep.
"Would you like me to finger your pretty little twat and give you a come so you can sleep too?" Steve asked his niece.
"Yes," she said in a small voice.
"How would you like it better, with my finger or my tongue?"
"Your tongue, please. I love the feel of a tongue in my... pussy."
"You've come a long way, baby," he told her with a smile. "You're a very horny little virgin who loves to have her cunt lapped."
Bending over her as she parted her legs wide and bent her knees up, he fitted his mouth to her tender cunt and gave her a delightful lapping, causing her naked behind to bounce on the bed as she climaxed.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, somebody else was masturbating. Wayne had gotten up early so that there would be plenty of time for a couple of cups of coffee before he went out to deliver his papers. His cock was already stiff when he woke and his right hand went to it instinctively.
His mind still lethargic with sleep, he felt an image forming in it, the image of Lori's sexy aunt. Her blouse was open and her long nipples poked through the fabric as they had that evening when she got out of the car. Sleep blurred the edges of her image and made it more sexy, his stiff cock throbbing hotly in his hand.
She smiled at him and turned her back to him. As he watched, she stripped the tight pants down and showed him her big, beautiful, bare ass. He groaned and squeezed his prick so hard it hurt a little.
"I've been very cruel to your girlfriend," she said, wriggling her naked behind as her pants stretched across her thighs, just above her knees. "I guess you'll just have to punish me. Have you ever spanked a woman's big, bare ?
"?
"No," he replied, the fantasy becoming more and more real.
"It's very easy and a lot of fun. Sit down, darling and I'll lie over your lap. Spank my big arse and make it red hot. I really deserve to be punished. Poor Lori, she was such a pretty girl, it was a terrible shame to kill her the way we did."
"Oh," Wayne said, matter of factly. "You killed her, did you? Then I guess I really have to punish you the way you suggested. Come on, lie over my lap. Jesus, you got a beautiful bum."
His hand moved back and forth on his tool a few times, then the fantasy took another step and she lay across his thighs. He was suddenly naked and her body was warm and smooth, her upturned buttocks the most thrilling sight he had ever seen.
In the fantasy, he saw his hand rising and falling on the lush, white globes, but it angered him that he couldn't feel her firm flesh, her silken skin, as his hand went down each time with another spank.
And then the spanking was over and she stood crying and rubbing her buttocks, telling him he had spanked too hard.
"But I had to," he protested, a little defensively, "after all, you killed Lori."
"I know, but that's no reason to spank so hard. I feel like my arse is on fire. The least you could do to make the sting go away is rub some cold cream on my ass."
"I would, but I haven't got any."
"Then how about some hot cream?"
"What's hot cream?" he asked.
"The kind you have in your balls, silly. You could pull yourself and shoot it over my poor, burning asscheeks. It would help a lot."
Lost in the misty world between sleep and waking, the youth tugged furiously at his cock until semen was spewing in what appeared to be a fountain, falling on his body and on the bed around him until he was drained.
He came fully awake then and the sweat which covered his body turned cold, as did the puddles of semen. Wayne got out of bed, cleaned up the mess as best he could, then got dressed.
The morning was relatively warm, but he felt the chill still gripping him as he walked his route, fearing the dream even after it had passed.
The chill would have been greater had he been able to see the man in the cottage at the moment he had been ejaculating, his semen shooting over the breasts of the girl who had become so important to Wayne.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sherri woke a little after seven. As her eyes opened and she saw the naked form of the girl beside her, she experienced a fresh wave of arousal. For a little while, she lay there, allowing desire to grow, then she had to give vent to it.
Lori was still asleep when the woman wrapped her arms around her as she lay atop her warm body. The girl was just beginning to wake when the warm mouth came down on hers in a kiss of fierce passion.
Caught by surprise, Lori began to resist, then as she woke fully, the intensity of the kiss was so great that she caught the mood and returned it in full measure. Beside them, Steve woke, sat up and watched for a minute, then he untied the girl's wrists to let her have more freedom. As he did, he saw her wrap her arms around the warm body of his horny wife.
"What a lovely fucking way to start the day," the man said aloud, though he doubted that either woman heard the words.
Sherri lay atop the girl, her body rubbing like a man fucking. Steve had seen her do that before and knew what she wanted, knew what she was whispering into Lori's ear.
"Oh no," he heard the girl reply, "not that. I couldn't do it."
"Yes, baby, you can do it. Right now, before I wash. My cunt is hot and juicy. It will have lots of flavor for you. Come on, baby, get down on me and eat cunt."
As Lori continued to refuse, Steve watched Sherri becoming more and more angry and he knew she would give her niece a very hard time, since when she wanted to get her cunt lapped, she didn't appreciate refusal.
"Make her do it to me, Steve," she groaned. "Make the little bitch eat my cunt. I'm dying for it, lover."
"Lori," he told the girl, "you'd better do what she wants or you'll be very sorry."
"I can't, Uncle Steve, I just can't do it. I'd vomit right in her crotch if I tried."
"Roll off her, dear," Steve said, patting his wife's smooth behind, "and I'll do it for you. Later, after we've had coffee, she'll do it. You know how to arrange that."
Rolling off the girl, Sherri lay on her back and her legs opened wide. Licking his lips, Steve went down on her and Lori soon heard the sounds of wet sucking. After a little while, he changed his style and she saw that he was licking at the top of his wife's slit where her clitoris nestled between the soft lips. It was obvious that he was enjoying it and Lori sensed that she should have done it. She tried to force herself to tell her aunt she would do it after all, but she just couldn't.
His tongue triggered the climax Sherri needed, then Steve patted her belly for a minute, smiled and got off the bed. When he went into the kitchen to make coffee, he heard sounds of spanking and crying. Lori was just beginning to pay for her refusal to go down on Sherri, was just making the down payment. Payment in full was being reserved for later, he knew, when his wife found a nice switch in the garden. He felt only a trace of sympathy for the girl and his tool throbbed as he saw in his mind, an image of his niece dancing and howling while his wife switched her naked body and thighs.
"Jesus," he said under his breath, "how those big tits are going to bounce. It will spoil some of the fun, but I'd better gag her. We don't want the neighbors calling the cops and taking the little angel away from us."
When he went back to the bedroom with coffee for his wife, Lori was lying on her tummy, rubbing on the bed and crying softly. His eyes feasted on the sight of her lovely red ass which had obviously received a nice going over and glowed hotly.
"Mmmm, I'd say you did quite a good job, darling," Steve told his wife as he put her cup down beside the bed, then went to sit by Lori and fondle her buttocks, delighting in the sight and feel of them.
"Yes, I gave her ass a nice smacking, but as you well know, that was only the beginning, just enough to make those saucy cheeks receptive to the rest."
"So I figured. I have a feeling she'll be ready to eat your cunt before you're finished with her ass."
"Believe it, lover. She'll be more than ready," Sherri said with a smile. "She'll go down on her knees and beg to be allowed to suck my cunt."
"Do you hear that, Lori?" Steve asked and patted her bottom.
"Yes. Please don't let her beat me anymore. I'll do it. I'll do what she wants."
"You'll do what, Lori?" he asked, one hand still playing with her lush, red buttocks.
"I'll... suck her cunt."
"Of course you will, dear," Sherri told her, "but that will be after I've punished you for refusing when I really needed it. I'm going to take you out in the garden for a nice session of bare naked dancing. I'm anxious to see those big boobies bouncing."
"Please, Uncle Steve, make her stop, please."
"Get up, Lori, this instant," Sherri snapped, her tone chilling. "Kneel down on the floor," she added as the trembling girl got to her feet, paused, then knelt. "Take your tits in your hands and hold them," Sherri told the girl who obeyed at once, then she elevated Lori's chin and brushed the hair away from her face.
"Really, dear," Sherri's tone became warm and very gentle as she rubbed a satiny cheek, "you shouldn't ask your uncle to interfere. Don't you know why?"
"I... I'm not sure," Lori said, tears brimming in her eyes.
Sherri's hand moved so fast the girl didn't see it, but she felt the explosion as it slapped her face, the force and the shock combining to send her sprawling. Lying on the floor, Lori cried loudly as waves of pain followed the shock and her cheek felt terribly swollen.
"Oh Jesus, that was nice," Sherri told her husband, her voice breaking with emotion. "Darling, fuck me, I have to have it right now."
Bending from the waist, her hands resting on the bed, Sherri swayed her big behind as her husband walked to her, his cock obviously ready to serve her erotic need. Her cunt was still wet from the lapping and he fed it to her, burying the full length of it in her and pressing firmly against her behind.
"Hard, lover," she panted. "Be my stallion and really ram cock to me. Jesus, look at her, listen to her crying."
Adjusting his grip on the naked woman, Steve braced himself, drew half the length of his prick out of her cunt, paused, then rammed it back into her slit, hard. She grunted, then he was riding her the way she wanted, a mad, wild stallion riding the arse of his mare.
Her tits swayed and she clenched her teeth as he rode her harder and faster than any man ever had. She remembered the time a Big Alsatian dog had mounted her arse and his cock had pistoned fast in her cunt, but even then, as fast as he had ridden her, he hadn't shown the strength her husband was showing.
Climax struck almost without warning and the force of it was such that she fell off the throbbing cock and lay on the bed, panting.
"I'm sorry, lover," she said, a little later, "I just went wild. Want to come and finish it up," she added, looking at his stiff cock shining wetly with a film of cunt juice.
"Thanks, I'd rather save it for the switching," he replied as his hand closed around the sticky shaft and he gave it a squeeze. "We'll have to gag her if you're going to give it to her in the garden. Like me to get one ready?"
"Please, dear, panties and a nylon should do, don't you think?"
Steve agreed and, minutes later, he had the panties his wife had discarded the previous day, as well as Lori's. He fitted one pair inside the other, rolled them into a ball, then Lori knelt up on command and he stuffed the ball into her mouth, a nylon holding them in place, tied tightly behind her head. They both saw terror in her eyes as he took her by the arm and helped her to her feet.
In the pleasant morning air, the three nudes walked into the garden and when they stopped, Steve stood close behind the girl, holding her tightly. Smiling, his wife showed Lori the paring knife in her hand, then held the girl's left breast from below and slowly brought the point of the sharp blade to the lush growth. Cold sweat broke out all over the girl as the point made a slight indentation in the tender, creamy white skin. Just one push would it, Lori sensed, the knife would go into her breast as easily as into soft butter.
With an excited smile, the woman took the knife away, then walked to one of the big maples where a cluster of thin saplings grew around the base. She took her time about selecting one, then cut it close to the base and swished it tentatively, liking the feel of it.
They had gone to the garden well prepared and the girl wore a girdle which had been fashioned by tying nylon stockings together. The girdle had a tail about five feet long, the end of which Steve held in his right hand.
Making the girl stand with her feet braced wide apart, Sherri teased her with the switch, rubbing it over her vulnerable breasts, her tummy, her inner thighs and finally, her crotch were it patted lightly.
"Try not to damage her cunt," Steve told his wife.
"I'll try, darling, but when she's dancing, it could happen by mistake. I'm ready now."
Holding his niece by the arms, Steve pressed his open mouth over her gagged mouth, kissing her and licking the nylon gag, then he gripped both cheeks of her bare arse and squeezed them. Releasing her, he caught the end of the nylon and his eyes shone as he looked from the girl to his wife who wore a radiant smile and licked her lips in anticipation of the beating she was about to administer.
Sherri tapped the lush buttocks lightly with the switch, then, without warning, she flicked her wrist, the switch hissed, then it bit the tender behind of the girl. The gag muffled Lori's cry, but her feet did the dance Sherri had promised. Sherri gave her two more cuts across the buttocks and Lori went on dancing on the spot, then, as Sherri had known she would, the girl began to run in an effort to escape the stinging switch.
But Steve was ready for that and held a tight grip on the nylon, wrapping it around his hand for security. Her bare thighs flashing, naked breasts bouncing, Lori continued to run and dance as the switch continued the stinging visits to her body and thighs, each hot kiss painting a vivid red line on the white skin.
In her wild gyrations, Lori fell after she had taken a dozen strokes of the switch, but that didn't stop her aunt who just went on whipping her, front and back. In time, the girl stumbled to her feet and ran again while the switch kept swishing until her whole body seemed to be covered with burning hot lines of pain.
And then, without warning, Sherri dropped the switch and, groaning, fell to the grass on her hands and knees, her big arse swaying. Without waiting for an invitation, her husband mounted her and plunged his throbbing prick into her cunt to finish the fuck he had begun earlier, in the bedroom.
After what seemed like only seconds, her cunt was sucking him dry and he was forced to pull out the wreckage of his bone.
Rolling over onto her back, Sherri waited with her knees bent up, her crotch wide open. Steve picked up the switch and went to talk to the crying girl. Sherri saw her nod in the affirmative, then she got up, painfully and walked to her aunt.
"Aunt Sherri," she began, her voice breaking, tears trickling down her cheeks, "please let me suck your cunt. Please, I'm begging you."
"Oh well, if you insist, dear, but it's going to be a shame to lose all the lovely cream your uncle pumped into my cunt."
Lori shuddered, then went down on the woman and began sucking her juicy cunt. She sucked until the woman went into orgasm and told her to stop, then she walked toward the hedge and vomited.
CHAPTER NINE
By afternoon, the lines which covered Lori's body and thighs were still a vivid red. As Sherri described it, she had been well touched up all over, but her arse had taken the majority of the strokes and the lovely cheeks were crisscrossed with fiery looking streaks.
Lori had asked permission to eat her lunch standing up, but that was denied and she was obliged to place her tender buttocks on the hard, wooden chair so that she squirmed all through the meal and was forced to stay seated as her aunt and uncle casually chatted over endless cups of coffee after they had finished eating.
"When are you going to pluck the little angel's cherry, darling?" Sherri asked.
"I've been thinking about that, dear and I've just about made up my mind to do it this afternoon. What do you think of that, Lori?" he asked, turning to smile at the girl.
"Anything you say, Uncle Steve. I'll do as I'm told. I couldn't stand another beating."
"I'm glad to hear you say that dear," he aunt told her. "You will be switched for any acts of disobedience at all, but in addition to that, you will also dance with my switch kissing you, even when you've been a good girl."
"You mean just for your enjoyment?"
"Yes."
"The next time Auntie switches your pretty bum, dear," Steve told her, "I'll have to take you to the big basement room. There are no windows there and you won't have to wear a gag. We'll be able to hear your cries and pleas, it will be even more exciting for us."
"Yes, Uncle Steve, I'm sure it will be," Lori told him, wishing she were dead so that there would then be no need for terror, no possibility of any feelings at all.
"Why don't you and Aunt Sherri just kill me and get it over with? Surely you'd find that thrilling."
"Are you being sarcastic, Lori?" her aunt asked with an eyebrow arched in disapproval. "No, truly I'm not, Aunt Sherri. Dead could only happen once and then it would be over."
"But so would our pleasure," he uncle told her.
"I'll think about it, Lori and discuss it with your uncle. I must admit it would be thrilling to slowly push a long knife into that lovely left tit and see red blood trickling down your white body. I think I'd even enjoy sucking your blood as it pumped out of you, perhaps it would even be as exciting as sucking cream out of a spurting cock. At any rate, we wouldn't do it for some time. We want to enjoy the pleasure of your company for a while longer."
As he listened to his wife and saw her trembling with arousal, Steve trembled too, but there was more than a little horror mingled with his arousal. He knew she meant what she said and the extent of her depravity frightened him a little.
When they left the table, they took Lori to her room and Sherri made her put on a clinging panty girdle, telling her it would keep her discomfort alive a lot longer since the garment would compress her buttocks.
The girl winced as she tugged the garment over her abused behind, then she followed instructions by putting nylons on and then going on to dress fully. Locking the girl in her room, they went to their own bedroom where Sherri put on a bra and panties so that she could keep her breasts and buttocks protected from the sun when they went out to laze around the pool with drinks. She liked tanning the rest of her, but insisted on keeping those areas white, the way her husband liked them.
Sipping drinks in the warm sunshine, they talked about the switching the girl had taken and discussed other ways in which they would use her for their pleasure. While they talked, they played and it wasn't long before Steve's prick was stiffly erect again. As they returned to the house, his tool twitched in anticipation of being pushed into Lori's tight, virginal little cunt to relieve her of her cherry.
They found Lori sitting on her bed, looking dejected. Her gaze went at once to her uncle's hard cock and she shuddered with fear at the thought of so big a weapon battering its way up her little slit.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Uncle Steve?" she asked.
"That's what I have in mind, dear, but we'll play first," he told her, and sitting on the bed with her, he put a hand under her dress to fondle her thighs as he brought his mouth down on hers.
Very quickly, fear passed for Lori as her uncle fondled her body with his skilled touch while her aunt stripped naked and stood by the bed, watching and fingering herself., "What's the idea of wearing a girdle when you knew I was going to fuck you, darling?" he asked as his hand rubbed the warm crotch of the garment.
"But Auntie told me I had to wear it, don't you remember?"
"No excuses, young lady. Just for that, I'm going to peel it down and give your pretty bum a good spanking. It will remind you not to wear girdles from now on. How does your pretty little ass feel now?"
"Not too bad, I guess, but I imagine a spanking will really sting this time."
"I suppose it will, dear, but you must have a good hot tingling ass for your first fuck. It will keep you lively while I'm pumping the old bone to you."
When he guided her hand to his tool, she held it with a loving touch as he reached inside her dress and unhooked her bra, then claimed her firm tits with both hands, rubbing them and making her squirm.
"Are you getting horny, dear?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm afraid, but I can't help getting horny. Have you ever fucked a virgin before?"
"Yes. My first wife was a virgin and I fucked her the night we were married. A few years ago, two other men and I picked up a fourteen-year-old girl on a country road. We drove her to an old abandoned shack and I raped her. One of my friends followed me into her cunt and the other one bent over her and gave it to her up the arse. She was one well fucked little girl and now you're going to be my third virgin."
"Are you going to try to hurt me?"
"Hell no. Far from it, darling, I'm going to make love to you, as though were my virgin bride. There will be lots of kisses and I'll lap your cunt to get it nice and slippery so my cock will slip in easily."
"Oh thank you, Uncle Steve. I know it will have to hurt when you break me open, but I'll try not to make too much fuss."
"That's my good little girl, Lori. Stand up now and hold the hem of your dress up so I can peel your girdle down for your spanking."
"Yes, Uncle Steve. I hope you won't spank me too hard. After a spanking and a switching already, my poor bum is going to be awfully tender."
"Don't worry, dear," he told her as she stood with her dress held high and he turned her in profile to admire what her plump bottom did to the light girdle, "I'm just going to give you a brisk smack bottom as my old English nanny used to call it."
His hands gripped the waistband of the clinging garment and he peeled it down slowly, noticing that the heat which the girdle had held on her buttocks made the skin moist to the touch.
"Mmmm, that girdle really tenderized your beautiful bum, darling. I'm afraid even a light spanking is going to make you squirm."
"You've just given me a wonderful idea, darling," Sherri told her husband. "One of these days, I'll soak her ass in hot water, then cover it with hot towels and really tenderize her skin. It will open the pores so that every slap will sting her like fire. Have you ever done anything like that?"
"No, but I talked to a woman once who loved to spank her kids. She always made the victim take a hot bath first. She once brought her twelve year old daughter to my place and gave me a demonstration. The poor kid's ass was red before the spanking even started."
When the girdle stretched across Lori's thighs, below the tops of her nylons, Steve took her over his naked thighs and she felt his restive tool throbbing under her as he fondled and patted her sensitized nether cheeks, then began spanking.
He didn't spank as hard as he had done previously and not nearly as hard as his wife had spanked that morning, but it was sufficient to make Lori squirm and cry loudly, her pretty legs kicking. As she watched the spanking, Sherri sent a finger back into her slit and fingered herself to another strong climax.
When the girl's ass was glowing like hot roses, he called a halt to the smacking and held her on his lap, crying softly as he again fondled the beautiful rounds and his pecker throbbed with a fresh wave of arousal.
Helping Lori to her feet, he aided her in getting out of her dress, then took her loosely hanging bra off and tossed it away. Her girdle fell around her ankles and then she stepped out of it, beautifully naked.
Taking her by the hand, he led her to his own bedroom, telling her that the bigger bed would be much better for their fuck.
Getting onto the bed with his naked niece, Steve took her in his arms and began kissing her and making love to her with his hands. Looking over his shoulder, Lori saw that her aunt was fingering herself again and almost smiled as she thought the diddling finger would soon become waterlogged. She considered whispering that to her uncle, but decided against it.
"Let me help, dear," Sherri asked her husband as she moved closer to the bed. "I could get her little cunt ready for you while you work on her tits."
"All right, but we'll have her sit on your face so I can get at her bottom as well."
Seconds later, Lori knelt with her crotch over her aunt's face and her cunt was being lapped while Steve alternately played with her breasts and buttocks, savoring the warmth of her silken skin and anticipating the tightness of her virginal cunt which he would soon be stretching with his strong cherry plucker.
As the woman's mouth sucked on her churning cunt and her tongue lapped delightfully inside her slit, Lori felt the last traces of apprehension fly away and it was not long before her crotch was jerking and rubbing wetly on her aunt's face as she climaxed with beautiful intensity as her uncle fondled her breasts, squeezing them so that they hurt just enough to heighten the thrill of the orgasm.
"Mmmmm, that's a beautifully prepared little pussy, darling," Steve said as the girl knelt up and his hand probed gently in her warm, very moist crotch, causing her pink behind to wriggle enticingly.
Steve guided his niece into a lying position and then lay atop her with his legs straddling and pressing against her thighs. He kissed her mouth, passionately, then his tongue lapped in it the way her aunt's tongue had lapped in her cunt a little earlier and with almost as thrilling an effect.
Freeing her legs then, he felt the girl parting them widely to admit his body. She did it much more eagerly than his first wife had and assuredly more eagerly than had the young girl he had raped in the old shack. He wondered whether it was because she really was eager to discover how it felt to be fucked, or because she feared displeasing him and earning another, spanking. Whatever her motive, he accepted it with pleasure as he moved a little farther up on her body and felt an exciting surge of arousal as the head of his surging pecker touched the soft, wet lips of her twat.
"There it is, baby," he panted, "right at the gates of heaven. Is your little cunt still tender from that lapping Sherri gave you?"
"Yes, oh yes, I'm not afraid now, honestly. I really want you to fuck me and let me feel what it's like. Oh Uncle, darling, your cock is so big and hard and it feels so exciting right up in my crotch. I'll try not to cry when you hurt me, I'll even try not to feel the pain. I want to enjoy being fucked by you, the way Aunt Sherri does."
"That's the spirit, baby," Sherri urged. "Try to keep relaxed, especially your cunt. That will help his big prick to stretch you without hurting. Just wait until you feel that hot cream shooting up into your belly."
"All right, darling" he told Lori in a husky whisper, "I'm going to open the door and go on in now. Just relax and feel my big cock opening your tiny little cunt wide."
Steve played a teasing game with the girl, rubbing the head of his joint up and down on the lips of her hot little cunt, then, when she began whining, he paused at the entrance, felt her take a deep breath, then he pushed the head slowly into her slit, making it form a big circle to conform to the size and shape of his prong.
"How does it feel, darling?" he asked as he left the big head parked in her front entrance. "Ooh, Uncle Steve; darling, it feels even better than I thought it would. I can feel my pussy being stretched until it feels a yard wide, but it's good, it's so good. Give me some more, please. I can't wait to feel the full length of it inside my cunt. Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," she sighed, her warm, tingling behind squirming on the sheet.
"I'll fuck you all right, you horny little angel," he told his niece. "Here, have a little more cock," he panted and jabbed her another inch of his tool.
He went on jabbing, feeding it into her tight slit a little at a time until he felt the barrier, the membrane which tried to protect her inner depths, but was trying vainly, he thought.
"Have you found her cherry?" Sherri asked, excitedly as she stood rubbing her breasts with wild abandon.
"Yes, I'll try to take it with my first shot. I don't think it's very thick."
"Thick or not, lover, it's there," his wife told him, "and we're going to hear music when you break it for her."
Lori tried not to hear the words, not to think of pain and she wished her aunt would go away and leave her alone with her uncle so that they could enjoy the fuck in beautiful privacy, but even as she made the wish she knew there was no chance in the world that it would be granted.
"Relax, darling," Steve whispered, "I'm trying to do it fast and easy. This time, I don't want to hurt you. Think of how good my cock feels inside your sweet tight little cunt, don't think of anything else."
His words and the romantic tone in which he whispered them, lulled Lori and as she seemed to be floating in a state of beautiful euphoria, he tensed his hip muscles and rammed hard into her. A cry broke from her throat and his stiff tool drove all the way home, buried to the hilt in her hot depths. He had deflowered the third virgin of his career.
"Fuck me... fuck me," she cried as her arms tightened around his body and her sweating body jerked up to meet him.
"Take it, baby... uh... take it," Steve said and began working his strong cock in and out of the tight, clinging slit. The wetness of her organ provided lubrication, but she was so tight that it was still hard work, the kind of hard work he so loved.
Steve was thankful then that he had screwed his wife earlier that day since it promised him a longer ride in the crotch of the panting virgin before he would have to fire his charge into her.
In his wild arousal, Steve forget to be gentle, as he had planned, but the girl didn't seem to mind as her arms remained tightly around him, pulling his weight down on her as her behind kept jerking up to meet him with each stroke.
"Look at that horny little whore take cock," Sherri panted as she stared at her husband, banging in the crotch of his niece, knowing that if the girl was only pretending pleasure, then she was a magnificent actress.
Sherri remembered her own first fuck. She had been thirteen and her father had done the honors. There had been no pleasure then as his heavy weight crushed her tiny body and his big, stroking cock seemed to be tearing her apart.
And then Lori proved that she had not been pretending joy, proved it to all concerned as her body jerked up strongly and she climaxed.
Waves of orgasm were still sweeping over her when she felt her uncle grinding in her crotch, then he was lying heavily on her, panting as he pumped semen into her and her strong, clinging vaginal walls sucked his spurting cock, sucked until his balls felt empty and lifeless.
CHAPTER TEN
That evening, while Steve and Sherri were reading, Lori became tired and couldn't stop yawning. Noticing, her aunt told her she would take her to bed.
"But I'm a big girl, Aunt Sherri. I can go to bed myself."
"Not here, you can't. Our rules are very special. After all, we wouldn't want you to get lost, would we?"
Putting her book down, Sherri got up and took her niece to her bedroom where she got a leather soled slipper from her closet, then they went to the girl's room.
"If you've just brought one slipper," Lori said, a little sadness in her tone, "I guess it isn't to wear."
"Well, in a manner of speaking, I'm going to wear it, on your pretty ass. You see, it's not just a slipper, it's also known as a bum warmer."
"I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
"No dear. Before you go to bed, I want you to lap my cunt. A spanking will put you in the mood to do your job well."
"I'll do it, Aunt Sherri. I'll lap your cunt. You don't have to spank me."
"Of course I don't have to, dear, but I want to."
"Oh," Lori replied, simply. "Shall I strip now?"
"In a minute. Here, you hold the slipper while I get undressed. Feel how smooth that leather is. Your uncle had them made for me, especially for spanking bare asses, including his."
"You mean you spank Uncle Steve?" Lori asked, surprised that he would submit to spankings from his own wife.
"Of course, dear. We play a game in which I'm his Mummy and he's a naughty little boy. I spank him and he cries, then I make him go down on me and eat my pussy or do other things. You'll hear us playing it and you may even watch. There," she said as she stepped out of her panties, naked, and rubbed a hand in her crotch, "this is more like it. Just wait now until I get some oil for my slipper. I have to be careful to keep the leather smooth and pliable."
Telling Lori to undress, the woman kept working in her crotch as she watched. There was no point in trying to delay the spanking, it was inevitable, so Lori stripped naked, removing even her garter belt and nylons.
"How beautiful you are, darling," Sherri said with a smile, "and how lucky we were to get you. Too bad that our good luck has to be your bad luck, but that's the way of the world, I guess."
As she talked, she picked up the slipper in her left hand, then took the other hand out of her crotch and rubbed it over the leather, coating it with juice.
"So you're going to make music, are you?" Steve asked as he appeared in the doorway, fully dressed.
"Yes," his wife replied casually as she rubbed the fluid over the sole of the slipper. "I thought I'd rock our baby to sleep with a few bars of Bum's Lullaby."
"Isn't that supposed to be Brahms?"
"Perhaps you're right, dear, but I'll improvise a little. You know how it is with we artists."
They seemed to be enjoying their little word game, Lori saw, but she didn't share their enjoyment. No matter what tune her aunt played on her bottom with the slipper, it was going to sting and make her cry.
"All right, darling," Sherri said as she sat on the armless chair and patted her thighs, "come turn your lovely ass up and Mummy will play a pretty tune, a little sole music to help you sleep."
With a little shrug, Lori went to her aunt and draped her naked body across the waiting thighs. They were warm and firm and silky and if it had not been for the spanking that was to come, Lori would have enjoyed the feel of them under her. She actually did find a little pleasure as she squirmed into the position her aunt wanted.
"Hold it, dear," Steve said as he moved closer and ran a hand over his niece's satiny smooth buttocks, "I want to feel her pretty ass while it's nice and cool."
He fondled both cheeks for about a minute, then patted them and straightened up, opening his fly to take his stiff prick out.
"That's what I wanted to see," his wife told him. "In a little while, I'll want that big brute either up my cunt or in my mouth. You know how spankings always make me horny."
"So does breathing," he told her with a grin.
"Careful, lover man," she told him, "or I may spank two asses tonight."
"Oh yes, Mummy, I'll be a good boy," he told her in a childish tone as he fondled his erection and gazed at the delightful sight of the naked girl on the lap of the equally naked woman, sensing it was going to be a very exciting spanking and that he would enjoy it and want more action after it was finished.
Taking a comfortable grip on the girl, Sherri patted her buttocks lightly with the leather sole, a dozen times or so, then it came down with a loud, exciting sound. Lori let out a little cry and the woman smiled as the pink flush leaped to the round, white cheek. She paused for a few seconds, then a pink blotch appeared on the other cheek as the sound of the spank rang through the room.
To Lori's surprise and delight, the slipper did not sting as much as the woman's hand had done and she hoped it would stay that way. After a half dozen spanks, she still felt that way and, despite the fact that she was sobbing, she was surprised to find that she was actually experiencing pleasure as the leather stung her buttocks but in a way that was exciting and made her squirm more hotly across the smooth thighs of her aunt as the slipper continued to rise and fall.
"Why the horny little angel is enjoying it, dear," Steve told his wife. "Lay that leather on her sweet ass and really make her happy."
"Than that makes three of us who are enjoying it," Sherri said as she continued to spank from cheek to cheek and saw that her husband was playing with himself, the head of his big tool swollen and almost purple with aroused blood.
Even when the slapping leather sole of the slipper made Lori cry, she was still experiencing pleasure, and wondered how long it could continue that way.
The spanking went on and on as her crying provided music to further arouse her aunt and uncle as well as doing the same to her. Her buttocks blazed a fiery red and still she enjoyed the stinging kiss of the leather. How she could enjoy that which caused her to cry so loudly, she didn't understand, but it was sufficient that she enjoyed it, understanding could come later, if at all.
Dropping the slipper, Sherri pushed the girl off her lap, then stood.
"Oohhhhh, Auntie," Lori squealed and threw herself into the arms of the naked woman, her mons veneris rubbing against her aunt's bigger one, her hands rubbing down the smooth back until they were on her buttocks, rubbing and squeezing the big, firm rounds while her own bottom tingled maddeningly. "It made me so hot, so horny," she panted as she went on rubbing and pulling the woman more closely against her."
"Jesus Christ, Sherri, you really triggered something with your clipper. Better take her to bed and do something about it," Steve told his wife as his penis throbbed strongly at the sight of the hotly embracing nudes.
Sherri accepted his advice, took her niece onto the bed, then positioned her. As she claimed the girl's tender young cunt with her mouth, Sherri felt Lori's face move eagerly into her crotch and they began sucking and licking, hungrily, their rubbing hands adding to their arousal.
They lapped each other until both climaxed, then they sat up, eyes shining, faces wet with warm crotch juice.
"Do you still want that fuck, baby?" Steve asked his wife.
"Oh yes, lover, oh Jesus, how I want to be fucked."
Signalling Lori to move out of the way, Steve got on top of his wife, fitted his stiff cock into her well lapped slit and it slid easily into her wet depths.
While Lori watched, still wild with arousal, Steve gave his wife the kind of fucking she wanted, using long, fast, rough strokes, ramming hard in her crotch and keeping her groaning and panting with lust until she climaxed again and he went on humping her wet, naked body.
Lori saw the rhythm of his screwing change, then his body was jerking in the wide crotch and she knew he was pumping the juice to her. Her uncle's groans as though of agony, told Lori that her aunt's cunt was sucking his cock and leaving his big, hairy balls empty, completely drained.
"Ready for bed now, dear?" Sherri asked her niece as her husband got off her and stood by the bed, his knees weak and trembling.
"Oh yes. I'm going to sleep like a baby, a well fucked, sucked and spanked baby."
"Then lie down and I'll tie your wrists?"
"Must you, Auntie? I really won't try to run away."
"Silly girl, lie down," the woman said as she picked up the nylons to bind Lori's wrists to the head of the old fashioned brass bed.
When Lori was securely tied, the woman told her to lie on her tummy, then she picked up the slipper again. In a warm clear voice, Sherri began to sing the Brahms Lullaby. As she did, she commenced spanking the pink buttocks of the girl. She sang beautifully, the sole of the slipper beating a steady rhythm on the bouncing ass of the girl, then, she carried the final note as she gave Lori a dozen brisk spanks over both cheeks.
Smiling, Sherri bent to kiss the hot, red cheeks of her niece's ass, then Steve did the same, giving her crack a wet licking, then they said good night and left the room, being careful to lock the door behind them.
"She's changing the round rules on us, darling," Steve told his wife with a grin as they went to the room where the bar had been set up.
"You mean about enjoying that spanking?" Sherri asked.
"Right. In fact, enjoy seems like a rather mild term. She damn near had a come while you were smacking that lovely ass."
"Never fear, darling," his wife told him with a smile which matched his, "she's never going to learn to like the switch. I'll still find ways to make her grovel and beg for mercy."
"I'm sure you will," Steve told her and they carried their drinks to their bedroom. "I've got a lot of faith in you, darling. Our little Lori will cry a lot of tears that are not happy tears. What do you propose to do if she learns to enjoy the switch?"
"I'll just find things she can't possibly enjoy."
"Give me some for examples," Steve said as they reached their bed.
"Well, she sure didn't enjoy sucking my cunt just after you fucked me and filled it full of cream. She probably won't like it when your big cock it spitting cream in her mouth. Want more? How do you think she is going to like sitting or lying while I squat over her and give her a hot shower of piss?"
"Mmmmmm, I don't think she'll like that at all. Now that you mention it, it's been a hell of a long time since I've had a shower that way. If I weren't so tired, I'd go for one right now."
"I'll fix you up tomorrow, darling. Mummy will give you a good spanking and make you cry, then she'll piss all over your face. Maybe we'll have Lori watch, just so she can know what to expect."
"I can hardly wait. Jesus, how it thrills me to look up at your beautiful big arse and your crotch, just waiting for your piss to shoot down and hit me in the face."
Despite his excitement at the prospects of what the next day held, Steve quickly slipped into a deep sleep. Lying beside the sleeping man, Sherri thought of the possibility that Lori could come to enjoy her punishment too much and that she would no longer serve the purpose for which she had been brought to the lodge.
She felt a passing twinge of sadness, then it passed and, taking a philosophical point of view, she decided that if such a thing should happen, they would just kill her sooner and leave the place to rejoin their wide circle of swinging friends.
Just before sleep came to visit, she reminded herself that she must start using the Polaroid camera to record their adventures with the girl. She wondered whether, when it was all over, she would photograph the death of their victim.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As usual, Steve woke early and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Getting breakfast was Sherri's job, but he was the early morning coffee provider. When it was ready, he carried two mugs to the bedroom where Sherri was awake and waiting for it. They kissed and his cock began to rise, ready for action again.
"What a naughty boy you are," she said as her left hand closed around the stiffening shaft.
"What happens to naughty boys, Mummy?" he asked as he sat up beside her and picked up his coffee.
Tm afraid they get spanked, darling. Also, when Mummy is angry enough, they get pissed all over as well."
"Gee Mummy, I guess I'm really in for it today."
"I'm afraid so, little Stevie. I'm going to have a pee in a minute, but I'll save plenty for you and at about noon or so, you're going to get it. Want to see if the angel is awake yet? I suppose we should give her a cup of coffee."
Steve left the room and returned a couple of minutes later with Lori, naked, the leather soled slipper in her hand.
"What's with the slipper, Lori?" Sherri asked.
"Well, it was so exciting last night, I thought someone may want to warm my fanny again this morning."
"What a greedy little bitch you're turning out to be, dear," her aunt told her. "In a little while, you can come to the kitchen with us. While I get breakfast ready, Steve will slap some pretty roses into your ass."
"Oh, thank you Aunt Sherri. You can let me know if you want your cunt lapped or anything."
"Don't worry, darling, I'll let you know when the time comes, but today is going to be Steve's turn to be a naughty little boy and be punished. Later in the day, we'll have some goodies for you, don't worry."
They allowed Lori to go to the kitchen for coffee, and after she had been gone for a minute or so, Steve went to check on her. He found her standing in front of the wide open kitchen window, looking out and down as though estimating the height.
"I'd say it's about ten or twelve feet," he told her and she gasped with surprise. "You could make it without breaking a leg, with luck, but it's more likely you'd at least twist an ankle and not be able to walk."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of anything like that, Uncle Steve, honest," she lied. "You know, it's been so long since I was out, I was just looking."
"Is that so? Have you forgotten your little outing in the garden with Sherri and her switch?"
"No, I didn't mean like that, I mean out out."
"Fine, but for now, you'd better close the window and stay in. There's going to be a lot of fun around here today and you wouldn't want to miss it."
A little later, they all went to the kitchen, naked, and while Sherri prepared the meal, Steve took his niece over his lap and gave her a brisk spanking with the sole of the slipper.
To oil it, he used the warm juice from her cunt, juice which she was pleased to give him as his fingers probed.
When he was finished, he asked Sherri to bring him some butter. He put a little piece of it on each of her buttocks and it melted quickly, running into her crack, some of it trickling into her crotch.
"Ooh, Uncle Steve," she sighed as she lay squirming on his thighs, "I'm getting a hot buttered cunt."
"Well now, butter is expensive and we can't waste it. Here, get up and sit on the edge of the chair and I'll lap up your butter as well as some of the honey you store in your juicy little twat."
She sat as he had told her, then he dropped to his knees on the floor and lapped her cunt until she jerked and panted in orgasm.
Still naked, they enjoyed a hearty meal of scrambled eggs and sausage, and when they finished, Lori noticed that her uncle had left a sausage on his plate.
"Aren't you going to eat that sausage?" she asked him, prepared to do it for him.
"Oh yes, but that's for dessert."
"Dessert? A sausage?"
"I'll show you," he told her and Lori noted that her aunt was wearing a strange smile. "Push your chair back and sit up on the edge.
Yes, that's it," he said, picking up the sausage and getting to his feet.
He knelt before her chair and had her open her legs wide.
"Oh look," Lori panted as he pushed the sausage into her crotch, found her slit and worked the full length of it in, "he's fucking me with a sausage."
"He isn't really, dear," Sherri told her, "he's just preparing his dessert."
"Close your legs now and keep them closed," the man told her as he got up and refilled his coffee mug. "It should take about five minutes to give my dessert just the perfect flavor."
Steve checked his watch and when five minutes were up, he went back to the girl and told her to open her legs wide. Kneeling, Steve fitted his face into her crotch, sucked at her cunt and parted the lips wide, then he sucked the tip of the sausage into his mouth and began eating it.
While the girl kept groaning with desire and rubbing her firm your breasts, Steve gradually nibbled the sausage until he had eaten it all, then he went looking for juice to wash the snack down. She gave him plenty of that and enjoyed an orgasm which almost knocked her off the chair.
"What a terribly naughty little boy you are, Steve," his wife scolded.
"I'm sorry, Mummy, I won't do it again," he told her, surprising Lori with the little boy tone of his voice.
"I'm going to make sure of that. When you get back from town, Mummy is going to punish you in a special way. I'll spank your bare arse and then give you a hot shower. I think you know what I mean by that."
"Oh no, Mummy, not that, please. I'll be a good boy."
"It's too late for that. Get into town now and when you get back, I'll look after you in a way you won't soon forget."
While Lori and Sherri did the dishes and looked after the routine of cleaning the house, Steve dressed and went into town. It was a long way to the town and that gave the women plenty of time to complete their chores, then go to the bathroom to shower.
They took turns lathering, washing and rinsing each other, with special emphasis on erotic areas so that the two had very clean cunts when they finished and the cracks of their arses had been very carefully cleansed. Breasts too had been carefully washed, so carefully that nipples had been hardened and elongated.
"You're enjoying your life here pretty much, aren't you, Lori?" her aunt said as they left the bathroom and went to the master bedroom to get dressed.
"Yes. More than I did in the beginning, I guess."
"That's nice, dear. Remember when you asked me to kill you?" -"Yes."
"I've discussed it with your uncle and I think you will get your wish. Not right away, of course. We want to use your body for a while longer."
"Are you... just saying that to make me worry, Aunt Sherri?"
"I don't know, dear," the woman replied with a baffling smile. "Perhaps I am and perhaps I'm not. After all, who knows about you being here?"
"Well, there's Wayne. He knows I'm somewhere with you."
"Somewhere is such a big place, isn't it, Lori? I imagine he'll soon forget about you. Some pretty girl will let him get into her panties and after that, you won't even be a memory. No, I guess we're free to do just about anything we want with you, Lori." "Why are you saying these things to me, Aunt Sherri?"
"Because we didn't bring you here to enjoy yourself," her aunt told her. "We are supposed to have the pleasure, you are supposed to cry and suffer more than you've done so far. Later today, I'm going to take a switch to your arse and thighs. I'll really cut you up and make you shriek. Your uncle has been too soft with you, but I'm going to change that."
They dressed and awaited the return of her uncle and as they did, Lori sought vainly some means of escape, but her aunt was very much aware of that and gave her no chance. What the woman had told her, filled her with fear and told her that the pleasures she had experienced would soon be outweighed by pain and by terror.
Steve returned, cheerful, whistling as he put the box of groceries on the kitchen table, then went out to bring in another load from the car. It was close to noon, time for a drink, he decided so he poured one for himself and one for his wife, his usual V.O. and water.
"I really need a pee, Steve," she told him, between sips of the drink, "but I think I can hold it for a while."
"I don't know how long I can wait for it," he told her and the hand which held his drink trembled a little.
Lori wanted to ask what it was all about, but she decided to remain silent, especially after the things Sherri had said to her that morning.
"All right, Steve," she said as she put her glass down, uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. "It's time for your punishment now."
"Yes, Mummy," he said, meekly and put his glass down, a drink still left in it, one in which he obviously had no interest.
"You may come with us to watch, Lori," Sherri told the girl. "I wouldn't permit you to have such pleasure, but your uncle insists. He says it will be more thrilling for him with an audience. Later, I'll cut a switch and you'll pay the price of admission." As Lori followed the couple from the room, she knew that no matter what was going to happen between her aunt and uncle, she wouldn't be free to enjoy it since she was under the threat of a switching later as well as the bigger threat of her ultimate death at the hands of the sadistic woman.
They went to the bedroom where Sherri scolded her husband and gave him a long lecture on his conduct, then told him to strip to the waist and prepare to be punished. When he had done so, she removed her dress and posed in bra, panties, nylons and high heels. As she stood with her hands on her hips, she was a portrait of the dominant woman personified.
Sitting, she had Steve come closer to her and her hands were steady as she unbuckled his belt, opened the top of his pants then slid the zipper down. She pulled his pants well down his thighs, then went back and took his briefs down, showing no change of expression as his stiff cock leaped out at her.
"You dirty little boy," she scolded, "did I give you permission to get a hard-on?"
"No, Mummy. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
"What do you mean you couldn't help it?"
"It... I mean you in your bra and panties... your nice thighs... big tits... your pretty bum... everything," he stammered, very much the frightened little boy.
"Imagine, getting a hard-on with sexy thoughts about your own Mummy. Oh what a beating I'm going to give you. Keep your pants just where they are and go to the dresser. Bring me the ruler, that really stings your arse and makes you cry."
Holding his pants at the level to which she had lowered them, Steve hobbled to the dresser and returned with the cut-down yardstick. It looked thick to Lori and she guessed it would provide more than enough sting.
Taking the ruler from Steve, the woman had him kiss it, then, as she continued to scold him on the evils of a boy getting horny for his mother's body, she tapped his stiff cock lightly and kept him squirming until it was time to take him over her thighs in the classic spanking position.
"I can feel that your dick is still hard," Sherri told him as she commenced tapping his but tocks with the flat stick. "Perhaps it will get soft when I start smacking your ass, like this."
She slapped hard with the ruler and drew a boyish cry from him. As she raised the ruler, Lori saw a neat, red mark and, despite her apprehension, she felt tongues of passion licking inside the crotch of her panties. When the ruler came down a second time, it left a clear mark on the other buttock.
And then there were more and more marks as Sherri scolded and spanked her husband while he cried like a little boy and kicked his legs. Instead of his prick softening, Lori saw that it remained very hard as the ruler slapped again and again and he rubbed body across the smooth thighs on which he lay.
Sherri spanked with a skilled touch and in time, Lori saw that instead of the red marks there had been on her uncle's buttocks earlier, the entire area was a uniform red, except for the few purple bruises where the ruler had visited too often and with too much force. As she watched, arousal mounting, Lori wondered if she would enjoy a spanking with the ruler as much as she did the kiss of the leather soled slipper.
Sherri stopped spanking then and ordered Steve to stand. He did so, his hands rubbing behind where the ruler had left an obviously hot sting, his prick hard and twitching with excitement. The look on Sherri's face told Lori that there was still more to come.
"So you're still hard, are you?" Sherri asked as she stood and unhooked her bra. 'Well then, since you seem to be so interested in Mummy's tits, come here and suck them. Do it well or your ass will burn some more," she threatened as she held her big breasts from below. Still crying, softly, Steve went to her and sucked one breast after the other until Sherri told him to stop.
"Get down on your knees, you horny little fucker," she snapped as she moved her feet wide apart to open her crotch. "Get your face in my crotch and suck my cunt through my panties. Since you like my panties so much, let's see how you like sucking them."
Steve squirmed into position and his hands rubbed her smooth hips and buttocks as he sucked the crotch of her panties wetly. Passion took control of Lori again as she watched, almost able to feel the man's sucking mouth in her own hot, churning crotch.
"You're really going to work now, you horny shit," she told him, throwing the words at him like stones. 'Take Mummy's panties right off. Put them in your mouth and suck them. I've worn the same panties for more than a week now. They should be very gamey." Steve had stopped crying, but he sobbed as he stripped the warm, clinging nylon down, helped her step out of them, then balled the garment and pushed it into his mouth.
"Get one finger up my arsehole and the other up my cunt," she snapped and he hurriedly obeyed, making her squirm with arousal.
When she told him to remove his fingers and take the panties out of his mouth, Steve obeyed at once and despite Sherri's obvious hot arousal, the glare she threw at him was frigid as she turned her back to him and bent from the waist.
"Get your face between the cheeks of my arse and suck my hole," he commanded and he obeyed instantly, holding her firmly around the hips, pressing his face into the warmth of her deep crack and sucking on her pink anal ring.
"Now get your tongue up my hole. Curl it well in and ream my arsehole," she panted as the twisting of her body caused her breasts to sway.
It was obvious from the look of ecstasy on the woman's face that Steve was giving her hole a first class reaming and that she loved it. Watching in ever growing arousal, Lori wondered when her turn would come to curl her tongue up the arsehole of her aunt and whether she would be able to do it without getting sick.
"Lie down on your back, you dirty little shit licker," Sherri growled and again Steve obeyed with the same eagerness.
"What are you going to do to me now, Mummy?" he asked, his tone excitingly childish, his eyes looking up into the wide, warm crotch.
"I'm going to sit one your face and get my cunt sucked and you'd better do a good job of it too, or I'll really blister your arse."
"Oh no, Mummy, don't make me suck your cunt," he pleaded. "Don't make me suck it. That's where Daddy sticks his cock and shoots all his cream. Please, Mummy, don't make me His words were cut off as her crotch went down on his face and he uttered the final, muffled words into the heat of her soft cunt and then began sucking it, his hands rubbing lovingly over her hips, thighs and buttocks as she rubbed her cunt subtly on his upturned face and her big tits bobbed, her hands keeping the nipples hard and poking out strongly.
Sherri kept him sucking her cunt until she had her orgasm and as it rocked her body, she pressed down hard on his face with her crotch and her big, smooth behind. Lori wondered how her uncle managed to avoid smothering in his hot, fleshy prison, but he didn't seem bothered, not the least bit, as his hands went on rubbing on her squirming body.
"There now," Sherri said as she got up off his wet, sticky face, "would you say you've been well punished?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, it was terrible," Steve sobbed and rubbed a hand over his sticky face, his cock throbbing.
"Well I've got news for you, you dirty little cunt, you stinking, arsehole licking mother sucker. I've got a special little surprise for you. Get the hell to the bathroom and I'll wash your sticky face for you. Hurry, you little fart or I'll burn your ass some more with my ruler."
Steve hurried ahead of her and as she followed him, she tapped her right thigh lightly with the ruler. In the bathroom, she paused, stood with her hands on firm hips and told him to take her garter belt and nylons.- Without having waited for an invitation, Lori had gone to the bathroom with them and stood in the doorway.
"Sit your hot arse on this cool floor," Sherri told him when he had removed her nylons, "and get ready to have your face washed with good, hot water."
My God, Lori thought and was barely able to stifle a gasp, I think she's going to pee on his face.
Confirming the thought, Sherri put a hand into her crotch and rubbed her well sucked cunt as she braced her feet wide apart, then squatted a little until she was on target.
"Look right into Mummy's hot crotch. Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
"No, Mummy, what?"
"Keep looking in my crotch and wait for it. When I'm ready, you're going to see my piss shooting out to wash your face."
"Oh no, Mummy, don't do that to me," Steve sobbed.
"Yes, you sexy little cunt lapper. I'm going to make a piss pot of you. I'm going to piss all over your face and if you even try to move out of the way, I'll go to work on your arse with my ruler and make you so fucking sorry you'll never forget it."
"No, Mummy, no... I'll tell Daddy."
"That's a laugh. Last night when you were in bed, I made him sit while I pissed all over his face, then I rammed a broomstick up his arsehole and bum fucked him. How would you like that, you little shit eater? I say what goes around here, not you or your arsehole licking father."
Remaining in position, Sherri kept her husband waiting for almost ten minutes before, without warning, the stream shot from her crotch and hit him right in the face. Lori heard a low, quavering groan, then realized it was coming from her throat as she trembled at the sight of the big, naked woman pissing on her husband.
He sat with his eyes closed, to protect them from the hard shooting urine, then Lori saw him move and his mouth opened. His eyes opened at the same time and the girl saw that there was no danger of the fluid splashing his eyes. There was no splashing at all as the stream of piss went directly into his wide open mouth and he drank it.
As the force of her stream finally began to weaken, Steve raised his open mouth and followed the stream to its source, pressing his face up into her crotch so that he was able to catch and drink the final dribbles of her piss.
Just then, Lori noticed something shooting upward to hit her aunt's thigh. She looked down and gasped. Steve had been holding his stiff tool while his wife pissed on him. He hadn't been jerking it at all, just squeezing it, but that, combined with the thrill he experienced in looking up into her crotch as she gave him her hot stream, had been enough to trigger ejaculation and his semen shot strongly up at her, some of it sticking to her thighs, other spurts falling back on his wet belly and strongly spitting cock.
"You dirty little cock puller," Sherri said as she took a towel and wiped her thighs and legs to remove both urine and semen from them, "stay here and clean up this mess while I take Lori to bed and work off some steam."
Before leaving the bathroom, sending Lori ahead of her, Sherri picked up the ruler and tapped it against her leg. Knowing what to expect, Lori began unfastening her dress as she walked.
Less than a minute later, she was lying, face down, on the bed while her aunt made music on her buttocks with the ruler. Aroused as she was, Lori rubbed the bed with her belly and trembled with joy as the ruler smacked all over her bouncing behind, stinging and delighting her as her aunt panted and her big tits danced madly until hot, red roses covered her lush nether cheeks.
With hardly a pause, the spanking ended and woman and girl locked their bodies in end to end embrace, each sucking and lapping the cunt of the other. Orgasms were not counted, they just went on happening again and again and again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
As Lori's captivity went on and, she felt sure, the day of her death moved closer, Sherri saw to it that the girl experienced less and less pleasure, more and more pain and terror. Gradually, she won her husband over so that he too seemed determined to keep his niece as unhappy and as terrified as possible.
The turning point for Steve, seemed to be the first time he buggered the girl. He and Sherri had announced the event a day in advance, giving Lori a long time to think about it and to dread it. She tried to- bluff herself, telling herself that it could be a thing of pleasure rather than discomfort, but it didn't work.
The night before it was to happen, Sherri and Steve took Lori to bed and the woman read her a story about two men who had captured a boy and girl and had taken them to a shack deep in the woods. The men stripped and showed their big, stiff cocks to their captives, terrifying them with the size and hardness of them, then they stripped their victims naked and amused themselves with them, torturing them in many ways and keeping them constantly in tears. As she read the story, Sherri's eyes glowed with excitement and Steve's cock stayed hard and twitching as he fondled his naked wife, then turned Lori over and played with her behind.
After he had fondled the cheeks for a while and had played in her crack, he slowly inserted a finger up her hole and worked it in and out. The finger stretched her tight anal ring and made her wonder how much more his big prick would stretch it.
When she reached the point where the men decided to bugger both the girl and the boy, Sherri slowed her reading, putting proper emphasis on each word as she described how the naked children were bound over a bare table, their smooth little asses terribly vulnerable to the cocks of the two naked men.
The boy, the younger of the two, was first to get it and she slowly read the vivid description of how the man had teased with the head of his cock on the little hole, then had slowly inserted it, stretching the tiny aperture and making the boy scream.
The story detailed how he slowly worked the full length of his tool into the tight hole, then chuckled as he told his friend how good it felt to be up such a tight little hole.
And then it became the girl's turn and there was the same, vivid description of how the man spanked her tender buttocks until they were fiery red, worked a finger in. and out of her arsehole, then very slowly stretched the little pink ring with is massive prick, laughing as she screamed in agony, working the full length of the weapon into her, then crushing her against the table as the big member throbbed inside her.
While Sherri read the detailed description of how the two men buggered the helpless children, Steve kept working his finger in and out of her hole, keeping her terribly aware of how much bigger his cock was and how it would stretch her when her time came to be buggered for the first time.
When Sherri finished reading the bedtime story to the girl, Steve pulled the finger out of her hole with a little chuckle, then went to his room and returned a minute later with the rubber fly swatter. She made no protest as he gave her a hard smack on each cheek with the implement, then he and Sherri admired the pattern, commenting on the interesting marks left by the little holes in the swatter.
After that, he spread the pattern around as he went on to administer a brisk spanking. Had she not been so filled with terror, Lori would have enjoyed the spanking, but under the circumstances, she couldn't achieve even a trace of sexual arousal. She was crying softly as Steve and Sherri left the room, locking the door behind them, Lori's wrists bound to the head of the bed as usual.
In their own bedroom, they writhed together in wild arousal, then Steve told his wife that instead of giving her the fucking she was in the mood for, he wanted to jerk off.
"Oh well," she sighed, "just so it won't be a total waste, do be a dear and shoot your cream into my mouth."
Sherri leaned back against stacked pillows and her husband knelt astride her body. For a little while, he played with her tits as he fondled his cock, then there came that point where he could hold on no longer.
"Open your mouth, baby," he told her, "Daddy is going to really beat his bishop now and shoot you a hot drink of cream."
Sherri opened her mouth, he moved closer to her and began pulling himself, something he had enjoyed since he first discovered the act, so many years before. It took only a few seconds of jerking before he was panting with ecstasy as his body trembled violently and his semen was shooting into Sherri's open mouth.
While he lay resting, Steve idly watched his wife fingering her cunt until she climaxed for the second time, then they turned off the lights and welcomed the arrival of sleep.
The next day, they left Lori tied to her bed all morning, ignoring her and letting her go hungry. She called to Sherri once and asked for something to eat.
"Let me see now," her aunt said, teasingly, "you could eat my cunt, I suppose."
"Please, just a cup of coffee, at least. I'm starving."
"You're not, really, Lori and I want you to be as uncomfortable as possible when Steve rams that big cock up your tiny little asshole. After he's finished, if you're still hungry, I'll let you lick the chocolate off his tool."
With a little cry, Lori closed her eyes and her aunt left the room, laughing softly.
Talking about the hungry girl in the bedroom, Sherri and Steve enjoyed a tasty lunch, topped it off with a drink, then he announced he was ready to bugger his niece.
They went to their bedroom and stripped, then Sherri fondled his cock and trembled with anticipation as she thought of how the strong organ would stretch Lori's little pink asshole.
"Must you lubricate her hole, lover?" she asked.
"You're fucking right, angel. Hurting her hole is one thing, but tearing my foreskin is quite another."
As they went to get the girl, Steve was naked, his wife wore only garter belt, nylons and high heels. The big moment so close at hand, Steve felt his tool throb strongly and hoped he wouldn't go off in the air during the preliminaries.
"Well, Lori darling," he said cheerfully as he and Sherri entered the girl's prison room, "how does your pretty little asshole feel?"
"I don't know, Uncle Steve, but the rest of me feels so hungry. It's really hurting. I've had a pain in my belly for hours."
"You'll soon forget about that," Sherri told her. "It's time for your uncle to bum fuck you with that big cock of his. It should give you a pain somewhere else, like a pain in the ass."
When they untied her, Lori rubbed her wrists and in a little while, felt life returning to her hands.
"Uncle Steve," Lori said in a small voice, "after you bum fuck me, may I please have something to eat?"
"We'll see, dear. You just try to be a good girl and do as you're told. Later, we'll talk about eating."
They went to the big bedroom and Steve sat on the armless chair, calling the girl to stand between his legs so that he could play with her behind. After a little while, he told her he was going to spank color into her cheeks before he poked his cock between them, and asked if she preferred any special spanking implement.
"Please, would you use the slipper? That should get my bum cheeks red enough."
"It also happens to be what you like best, you bitch," Sherri said.
"Get the slipper, dear," he told his wife and she got it for him.
"There won't be any slipper later, when I go to work on your pretty little ass, baby," her aunt told her. "My switch will make you dance and you won't like it at all."
Ignoring the woman, Lori lay across her uncle's bare thighs and submitted her behind. He gripped her tightly, patted the silken cheeks with the smooth leather, then he commenced the spanking.
He spanked well, with a steady rhythm, igniting fires in her beautiful buttocks. Had the circumstances been different, Lori knew she would have enjoyed the smacking. As it was, her buttocks felt warmly good, but the rest of her felt too terrible to permit the sensation of pleasure to transmit itself to her brain. As a result, only her buttocks enjoyed the spanking as they took on the color of red roses.
"There, that should do," Steve said with obvious satisfaction as he stopped spanking and fondled the firm, red cheeks. "Now to get on with the buggering while your ass cheeks are so nice and hot. I want to feel that bum on my belly while I'm shoving prick up your little hole."
Helping her to her feet, he led her toward the side of the bed and had her bend from the waist and place her hands on the bed, her head down, her bare behind arched high, glowing like a fleshy beacon as he again fondled her cheeks as he waited for Sherri to bring him the Vaseline to lubricate the arsehole which was his target.
Taking the jar from his wife, he carefully put a blob of it on her hole and worked it around, then took some more on the tip of a finger and pushed it slowly into her arsehole.
"I'm ready to bum fuck you now, darling," Steve told her as he stood close behind and rubbed his cock up and down her opened crack for a little while, then he touched her hole with the big head and trembled.
"You may relax or tense up, as you wish dear," he told her, looking over her body at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. "If you choose to be tense," he went on, "it will tighten your asshole and make it a lot better for me. Of course, it may hurt you a little more that way."
"I'll try to do what you want, Uncle Steve," Lori replied, her tone meek as she waited for the big prick to stretch and hurt her hole.
"Time me, dear," he said to his wife. "I'll wait three minutes with my cock on her tiny little hole and then Til give it to her."
Squatting beside the girl so that she would enjoy a good view of the penetration of her little pink hole, Sherri looked at her watch and began the countdown for her husband. She saw her nice trembling and knew how afraid she was of the pain she would endure in just a little while. As she looked at the head of her husband's cock, Sherri thought it looked bigger than it ever before had looked.
She had taken that cock up her own arse and knew how it stretched her, but for Lori, so much younger, it would stretch even more, she was confident.
"Twenty seconds to go," she announced as she continued the countdown. Until then, time had been dragging for Lori, each minute seemingly an hour long, but suddenly that changed as the woman counted aloud, "... four... three... two... one... blast in."
But Steve didn't plunge his cock into her with a brutal rush as Sherri had expected. Instead, she saw the tip of the head push into the tight ring, making it stretch, then he pressed again and nothing happened as the tight hole rejected his assault.
Lori made a little whining sound and he could tell that despite her efforts to keep her ass relaxed, she was tensing and making her hole tighter. He gave one more push and the head shoved into the ring, stretching it excitingly, for him and for his watching wife.
A cry broke from Lori's throat as she felt it, big and threatening in her tight, pink arse-hole.
"Oh Uncle... it's so big... it's too big in my hole... Oh Uncle... please take it out... please... ooohhhhhh... ow... oh... uh... uh... " she panted and, gripping her by both smooth hips, he jabbed and pushed another inch of cock up her arse.
Feasting her eyes on the sight of the big shaft as it stretched the tiny hole, delighting in the grunted sounds of pained protest, Sherri began fingering her cunt. She had watched both men and women taking cock up the arse-hole, but they had done so willingly, enjoying the act of being buggered. That had been thrilling enough, but as her niece groaned and grunted in protest, futile protest, it was far more exciting a sight than it had ever been before.
Steve continued to take his time, savoring the tightness of the little hole and enjoying the sounds which emitted from his niece, feeding prick up her hole an inch at a time, pausing with each additional penetration and allowing his cock to throb so that it stretched her even more.
"Just a couple more inches to go, Lori baby," the man panted. "How does your pretty little hole feel."
"Oh please, you're too big... you're going to tear me up inside."
"No I'm not, baby. Your poop chute is like your cunt. It can stretch without tearing. Here, baby, take another inch of stiff cock," he told her, then jabbed again and she groaned as the shaft pushed up her hole, stretching anus and rectum as it went more deeply into her.
"Just about an inch left to go and then it will be buried up your arsehole, right to the hilt, Lori. Wait for it, wait for that final jab. Here we go, nowwwww... uh... " In the same instant, Steve pulled her behind back against him and jerked his hip muscles strongly so that his cock rammed its full length up her chute and he felt and heard his belly smacking her arched behind. Silken, excitingly warm cheeks pressed back against him as Steve pressed against her, grinding there in ecstasy while his cock throbbed in the excitingly tight confinement of her painfully stretched arsehole.
After he had rested for a while with his cock buried in the girl, Steve drew it slowly backward and, as he did, Lori pulled away and his tool slipped out.
"That did it," Sherri gasped and hurried to the dresser. She came back with the ruler and, pushing Lori down on the bed, she began spanking her again.
She kept laying the flat stick on without mercy and soon had purple bruises all over the inflamed buttocks of the loudly crying girl, scolding as she smacked and warning her what would happen if she did the same thing again.
"That should do," Steve told his wife after she had been spanking for a long time and Lori was crying loudly. "Besides, some of the lubricant will have been worn away now, so it should hurt her a little more when I push it up her arse again."
Breathing roughly, her big tits in exciting motion, Sherri stopped smacking and got off the bed, keeping the ruler in her hand as she ordered the girl to bend over the end of the bed. As she did so, Steve showed a bit of pity as he put a pillow over the brass rail so that it cushioned her tummy.
Smiling, he took up his position behind the naked, crying girl and again steered his tool to her pink hole, played there for a while, then slowly pushed the head inside.
"Hurt, Lori?" he asked as he left the head parked in her entrance.
"Yes. It's so big."
"You should have left my cock in, dear. Putting it in again is much more painful for you. Still, the extra spanking made your ass cheeks nice and hot. It really is a pleasure for me, slipping it up your arse a second time. Here we go now, a little at a time up your hole... like this... and this... and this... Jesus," he panted as he worked his prick up her hole, "I love fucking your tight little hole. I'm going to give it to you this way often, baby, until your hole gets all stretched and loose."
Trying to take her mind off the painful invasion, Lori sent her mind in other directions, but even that didn't work. As she heard his words, she wondered if she would be allowed to live long enough for him to do that. Lori found no comfort in that thought.
"Ah, there, I'm all the way up your arse again," Steve said as he pressed against the warmth of the hot behind. "If you're smart, Lori, you won't try to pull away this time. Just relax now and I'll give you your bum fucking, deluxe."
Adjusting his grip, Steve paused, then pulled his hard cock back, sighing. He paused, then pushed it in again, right to the hilt. A half dozen times he drove it in slowly, then paused and withdrew it slowly until only a little more than the head was inside her behind.
After that, he stepped up the pace so that he was screwing her arsehole at about the same rate he used when pistoning his cock in her cunt. He panted and his breathing was labored as he rode the smooth, red ass of his niece while his wife watched avidly, panting words of encouragement while she fingered her cunt so that she achieved two orgasms and went on working toward the third.
The act never became comfortable for Lori as his big weapon kept her hole stretched uncomfortably and she felt the big balls slapping, wondering when they were going to pump his semen into her so that his prick would shrink to a size which would not cause such discomfort, but it was as though fate and the devil were on the man's side and he went right on stroking, stretching her and panting in ecstasy, his member remaining big and rigid as it worked in the tight confines of her abused little arsehole.
And then, after what seemed like hours to the girl, the rhythm of his fucking changed, he gave her a few short jabs, then his strong hands were pulling her tingling ass back tightly against him and he was grunting and panting as he pumped his juice into her bowels, his body twitching against her.
When he had shot his load, Steve's cock began to shrink, but it still did not provide comfort to the girl as her hole felt terribly stretched still.
"Christ, you must have pumped a gallon of cream up her arse," Sherri commented as she gently felt his balls which had felt so loaded earlier, but then felt soft and almost helpless.
"That's what it felt like," Steve told her, sighed, then very slowly withdrew his spent cock and it flopped like a dead thing.
"Please," Lori said, her voice breaking, "may I get up now. My bottom feels like it's wide open. I'm afraid I'm going to poop. I feel like I can't hold on."
"Go ahead and stand up," her uncle told her, "but don't worry about pooping. That's the way a hole should feel after a good buggering, and believe me, baby, I did give you a good one. The stretched feeling will probably go away by tomorrow."
"And when it does, dear," Sherri said with a smile that was without warmth, "your Uncle will bend you over and ram his big cock up your arse again to give it another stretching."
Thanks to Steve, Lori was allowed to go to the -kitchen and fix herself something to eat. While she busied herself with the task, her aunt and uncle sat sipping drinks and chatting, admiring Lori's naked beauty and commenting on how exciting the buggering of her had been.
Later that afternoon, Sherri went out to the garden, naked, and cut herself a nice little switch. Her eyes were shining with excitement when she returned to the house and invited Lori to join her in the basement room for a little session of what she called singing and dancing.
Her head bowed in abject surrender, Lori went with the woman while Steve followed her to watch. Her hands were tied and the rope hung over a beam so that the tips of her toes touched the floor and her arms felt terribly, painfully stretched.
Putting the switch down, Sherri played with her helpless victim for a little while, then she smiled as she picked up the cane and struck up the music as she had promised. Lori provided the singing and dancing while Sherri conducted her sadistic symphony with the thin, whippy little baton.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As usual, Wayne was waiting when the mailman arrived. There was, as he had known there would be, no letter from Lori. And then suddenly, with cold certainty, he knew there would be no letter tomorrow or the next day or the next, he knew that he had already waited too long.
He was certain Lori's aunt and uncle were holding her captive, that much was definite in his mind. What frightened him even more though, were the indefinites. Were they perhaps beating her? Were they doing other, more terrible things to the gentle, beautiful virgin?
Wayne recalled the dream in which Sherri had told him, with a smile, that they had killed the girl. That brought on the worst fear of all and the youth felt a cold chill close in on him, a chill which, he sensed, would not go away until he found the girl and took her away from her aunt and uncle.
There was still time to get to the bank, so he did that first. Later came the more difficult task of finding someone to look after his paper routes until his return. Next, he borrowed a knapsack and packed with care. By eight o'clock that evening, he was on a bus, headed North. He had brought a paper and a magazine to read, but he couldn't bring himself to look at either. He had no definite plan, except to go to a place called Lake Peter.
What he would do once he got there, he didn't know, but that didn't bother him. At least he was on his way and when he reached the village, he would decide what to do, would play it all by ear and, one way or another, would find Lori.
For the first time, his mind asked him what he would do if he found the girl happy and laughing with new friends, laughing, perhaps, at him for being such a fool. He couldn't make the thought go away completely, but he was able to push it to the back of his mind. In a defensive gesture, he picked up the newspaper and forced himself to read.
Away from the city, the bus picked up speed and roared on into the evening. The sound of the heavy vehicle helped sooth the tension which had built during the day and it was not long before sleep came to complete the job.
But Lori was not sleeping. All day, her aunt had let the girl see her growing hostility. The cruel smile was seldom gone from her face and it was not long before Lori realized what was wrong. Sherri was jealous. The irony of that was too terrible to be believed. She hadn't asked to go to the lodge with them, hadn't asked to be held captive and, above all, she would be delighted to leave. And yet, the very woman who held her prisoner was jealous of her.
"Jealous of you? Why you stilly little bitch," Sherri responded when Lori mentioned it to her. "Knowing what I do about your future, I'd be a fool to envy you in any way at all. It doesn't bother me that Steve loves to suck and fuck your little cunt and to bugger your pretty ass. You're just a toy to be used and then thrown away."
Sherri had indeed summed it up very nicely, Lori thought, but she still believed the woman was jealous of the attention Steve paid to her.
While Wayne slept on the speeding bus, Steve and Sherri relaxed after dinner with coffee and liqueurs. Although Lori wasn't being subjected to any form of torture at the time, she sensed that she wouldn't get through the evening unscathed.
'What are we going to do with our sexy little toy this evening, darling?" Sherri asked her husband as though she had been reading Lori's mind.
"I've just been thinking about that. I think I'll take my time and get into the mood slowly, then I'll let her take my cock in her mouth and give her a nice drink of cream. I've denied her that thrill much too long and I think this is the time to make amends."
"How thoughtful and generous you are, dear. You have such a lovely cock for sucking."
"Are you very anxious to suck my cock, dear?" he asked Lori.
"No. I'm afraid, but I'll do it when you tell me to," Lori told him, her expression and tone both beautifully submissive.
"Why are you afraid, dear?" he asked.
"I don't know. I guess it's the thought of it shooting all that sticky cream into my mouth and of having to swallow it all. I'm afraid it's going to make me sick."
"That's all right, dear," Sherri told her. "If you vomit, you can clean it up. We won't be angry with you."
Thanks," Lori said and wished, too late, she could call the word back. "I'm sorry, Aunt Sherri."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Any display of sarcasm would win you a switching before your lesson in cock sucking and perhaps another one after you finished."
"Sherri, darling," Steve said as he put his glass down, "raise the hem of your dress a little and help me get into the mood."
"Delighted, dear," she told him with a smile. "I'm pleased that you still like to see my thighs, especially when you have that young beauty to look at."
"How could you say such a thing, Sherri? You are a beautiful woman in every respect. Lori is a beautiful girl. If there were ten Lori's around her, I'd still appreciate your beautiful body and would still lust after it. If you feel that way, perhaps you'd rather I didn't have her suck my cock this evening. Would you like to suck it or have me fuck you? I'd love to, you know."
"Thank you darling, no. I'm dying to watch the little angel give you a blow job. Your cock is big, it will really stretch her little mouth," she told him as she seductively raised the hem of her dress.
"Mmmmm, what legs... what thighs," Steve said with feeling as he admired the nylon sheathed legs, the stretched tops of the sheer nylons, the taut, black suspenders which pressed against her creamy, white thighs. "Take a look at this and see what you do to me," he went on as he unzipped his fly and took his cock out, stiffly erect.
"I've seen a lot of stiff pricks, darling," she told him, "but none ever excited me as much as yours. I'd love to go down on my knees and suck it right now, but I couldn't be so cruel to our little angel. Lori, dear," she said, turning to the girl and bathing her with a warm smile, "come stand beside my chair and help arouse your horny uncle."
Getting up at once, the girl went to stand by her aunt's chair and, on command, caught the hem of her dress and raised it slowly until it was just above the tops of her nylons and Steve told her to hold it where it was.
"What a lucky man I am to have four such lovely thighs to admire. I'm going to take at least an hour of torturing myself with the two of you before I give Lori my cock to suck. What a rich drink of cream I'm going to give her. Take the tops of your dresses down, my dears, and show me how nicely you fill your bras."
Woman and girl complied at once and he feasted his eyes on the more than well filled black bras, and white, creamy smooth shoulders and chests of the two. While he enjoyed the sight, his hand caressed his prick and he had to warn himself of the danger of going off in the air.
When Sherri declined the offer of a drink, Steve poured a V.O. and water for himself, then settled down in his comfortable chair to resume his enjoyment of the show. When he told them to raise their dresses higher, Sherri got up and stood beside her niece. Both raised their hems until the crotches of two pairs of black panties were showing and the man's hand moved slowly back and forth on his throbbing cock.
"I think we'll take the dresses off now," he told his women and they complied, eagerly, posing for him in bras and panties.
Once again, Lori felt fear and apprehension being replaced by sexual arousal as she looked at the man's hard prick and his excitement communicated itself to her, causing her to tremble.
When the thought came into his mind, Steve smiled and told them to dance for him. Sherri hummed a waltz and she and the girl danced, a little clumsily at first, then more gracefully. From time to time, Sherri slipped a thigh between the girl's thighs, adding to the arousal of all three.
After the dance was finished, he had them remove each other's bras and watched as they fondled breasts, lovingly, erecting four nipples to add to his pleasure.
"Stand close to each other now," he told them, his voice breaking with passion. "Each hold your own tits and rub your nipples together.
While they did it, Steve got up and stripped naked, not taking his eyes off them for a second. Resuming his sitting position, he picked up his glass and had the women take each other's panties down to just above the tops of their nylons, then stand back to back, bending, rubbing naked buttocks together, their lovely breasts swaying.
Continuing to drive himself wild with passion, he had one woman stand on each side of his chair, then they stepped out of their panties, naked except for garter belts, nylons and the high heeled pumps both wore to enhance the beauty of their legs.
Ignoring his glass, he fondled their thighs, then moved his hands to silken buttocks and played there a while, before each of his hands found a warm, soft little cunt to play with, making the woman and girl squirm hotly, their sighs producing erotic music.
Their sighs became louder and more heated as he pushed a finger up each cunt and diddled the two of them at the same time.
"Would you like a slipper spanking, Lori?"
Steve asked as his finger continued to stroke in her cunt, making it juicier, as was happening to Sherri on the other side of the chair.
"Yes, Uncle. You've got me so horny, I'd love to take a nice slipper spanking."
"Darling, if you're in the mood, I'd love to have you spank me as well, with the slipper," Sherri told her husband as they waited for Lori to return from the bedroom, secure in the comfort that she could not escape since she would have to pass them to get to the kitchen window, the only possible exit.
"I'd love to, darling," he told her, taking his finger out of her cunt and fondling her lovely nether cheeks with both hands. "You know I'll never tire of spanking your lovely ass," he added as he squeezed both cheeks. "Who first, you or Lori?"
"Me, please," she replied as Lori walked smiling into the room, the slipper in her right hand, her thighs rubbing together.
Getting up from the comfortable chair, Steve sat on an armless one, but knew he would be more than comfortable when he had a naked female lying across his thighs with an excitingly naked and beautiful behind turned up for a spanking.
Taking the slipper from Lori, Sherri gave it to her husband, sighed, rubbed her buttocks, then squirmed into position across his thighs, her behind wriggling as she waited for the first kiss of the smooth leather sole to visit her upturned arse.
Unhurriedly, Steve patted and rubbed her buttocks with the leather, then began spanking her. The lush rounds colored nicely and the spanking became even more exciting when she began to cry. As she watched, Lori trembled violently and wanted to tear the woman off her uncle's lap and throw herself there to be spanked. She knew her turn would come, but the waiting was sheer torture as she rubbed her behind with both hands, wanting to feel the hot tingling sensation the smacking leather sole would produce.
Steve spanked his wife until her behind shone with a rosy red glow, then he stopped, fondled the hot hills for a minute or so, then she got up and, holding her by the hips, he covered her buttocks with kisses and moist, exciting licks.
And then it was Lori's turn and she was squealing with passion as she submitted her lovely behind for a spanking, wondering what had happened to her that made her enjoy the sting of a brisk spanking and the showering of happy tears.
As her uncle spanked, the tears came quickly and they were very happy ones indeed. Her buttocks soon felt as though they were on fire, but still Lori hoped he wouldn't stop and he granted her unspoken wish as the slipper continued to rise and fall for a long time before he finally stopped. Even then, as she stood rubbing her hot tingling ass cheeks, Lori wished she were back on his lap with the leather smacking at the exciting fires in her buttocks.
"I'm ready to have my cock sucked now," Steve told his women as he stood with his feet braced widely apart, his cock twitching and throbbing with desire.
"Darling," his wife said, her tone seductive, "why don't you stick it up my cunt to get it juicy before you stick it in her mouth. There will be more flavor that way, lovely cunt flavor."
"What a lovely idea, my dear. Bend over and I'll slip it to you."
Gripping the arms of a chair, Sherri arched her behind and her husband hurried to her and slipped his banger into her cunt. She had fingered herself while Lori was being spanked and her cunt was very hot and juicy. Steve stroked for a few seconds, then he took his prick out and they looked at it as it shone with the moisture of her cunt.
On command, Lori dropped to her knees, held the sticky bone in her hand, then, hoping she could do it without gagging, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the big, velvet head in.
It did make her jaws stretch, then she listened and obeyed as her aunt told her how to suck a cock properly to give the man a maximum of pleasure.
Lori quickly learned to move her mouth up and down on the hard, sticky shaft, tasting the juice of her aunt's cunt, then she did the job so well that her uncle panted, his body jerked and his hands held her head down on his cock as he shot spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth and she was forced to swallow it or choke.
"Suck, baby, suck," he panted, rubbing her head as he drained his balls into her mouth. "Oh Jesus... Oh Jesus... Jesus... Jesus," he groaned as he kept her sucking until his knees buckled and he took his spent cock out of her mouth.
He and his wife exchanged smiles as they saw the girl rush for the bathroom and heard her vomiting.
"Silly girl," Sherri said with a smile, "what a waste of perfectly good cream."
"She really is quite silly, darling. After all, sucking cocks is one of life's great pleasures. I'm getting anxious to get back to civilization so that I can find a nice big cock to suck. I only wish I had kept myself in better shape. When I was younger, I used to be able to suck my own cock. Now I'd break my neck if I tried."
"You must get back into shape, lover," his wife told him. "I've never seen a man blowing his own joint and I'd love to."
Later, Lori returned and apologized for having vomited. "I know I should learn to enjoy sucking a cock," she told them, "and I'll really try."
Excitement had drained from her along with her vomit and Lori wondered if she would live long enough to learn that style of sexual enjoyment.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wayne spent two days in the Lake Peter area and drew nothing but blanks and frustration. He asked everyone he could find, but nobody knew anything about the girl or her aunt and uncle.
He checked at the village store and post office, a natural spot, he thought, but still he drew only banks and some suspicion.
Some of the young people told him they had seen a car with Maryland plates, but that really didn't give him much to go on. There were plates from many states in the area.
On the morning of the third day, Wayne decided he was wasting his time walking around the area and that eventually he would see everybody who was staying in that area if he just kept his eyes on the general store.
He took up his position on a-grassy bank opposite the store, just after eight in the morning. It was just a few minutes after noon when his idea paid off and he trembled with excitement when the car drew up close to the store and he saw Sherri get out.
There could be no mistaking that face and especially that figure. Even from that distance, he could see that she was not wearing a bra and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Only then did he realize that finding the car was only half the battle. Without knowing where it was going, he was still out in left field chasing foul balls.
There was a motorcycle parked down the street and a group of young people clustered around it. One of them was the owner and Wayne offered him five dollars to take him for a ride as the car pulled away.
The youth was suspicious until Wayne told him that he was looking for his girlfriend and that her parents were trying to hide her away from him. With a grin, the youth told Wayne there would be no charge.
"There's a law about riding bikes without a helmet," the youth told him.
Wayne would have taken his chances, but one of the girls offered him a helmet and asked him how far he had come, looking for his chick.
"Baltimore?" she gasped. "Jeez, you must have the hots for her. Lotsa luck."
When Sherri emerged from the store, she caught the glance of everyone in the crowd. Wayne used a tall youth as a screen until she got into the car and started the engine. As the car moved out, he got onto the bike behind the owner and they took off, his heart pounding so furiously that he was sure he could hear it over the sound of the engine.
They followed the car for a little more than a mile, then it turned off onto a dirt road. As it did, the driver stopped the bike.
"What the hell did you stop for?" Wayne asked, a note of irritation in his voice.
"The only house on that road is the Marshall place," the youth told him. "You can see the roof from here," he added, pointing. "You're on your own from here."
Wayne thanked him for the ride, returned the borrowed helmet, then began walking up the narrow dirt road. He had no definite plan, except for the fact that he was not going to just knock on the door and ask for her. If the man was armed, he told himself, then he would be walking into a hopeless situation, one which wouldn't permit him to help the girl at all.
Walking slowly and carefully around the property, Wayne saw how well it was protected against intruders and began to think that the only means of entrance was the front door, still, he kept telling himself that there had to be another way.
Wayne was on his third futile trip around the hedge when he noticed the boys playing in a nearby field. For a minute, his mind raced, trying to tell him something, then the light clicked on. They were pole vaulting with crudely fashioned poles, the type he had seen boy scouts using.
He estimated the height of the hedge at about ten feet and knew that even with the type of poles the boys were using, he could clear twelve with ease, thirteen if he had to.
Approaching the group, Wayne saw that they were all younger boys, fourteen and fifteen, he guessed and they were eager to let him try his hand at the game. He set the bar at what he estimated to be twelve feet, tested the pole one boy offered him and decided it was plenty good.
Tightening the knapsack on his back he took a run, launched the jump smoothly and cleared the bar. The boys were impressed and assured him he had cleared it by more than a foot. When he left the group, he carried the pole which the former owner had been delighted to sell for five dollars.
Walking around to the end of the hedge, out of sight of the boys, he began probing it. It was difficult work, but in time he had a peek hole opened up so that he could see the whole garden. It was deserted and he was pleased to see no sign of a dog.
Wayne's excitement ebbed as he realized he was really not to close to rescuing the girl. To pole vault into the yard in broad daylight would be something akin to suicide, since it would give the man plenty of time to pick up a gun and come to meet him.
He was going to have to wait until dark, get into the garden, then wait for a chance to sneak into the house and trust to luck from there on. It was going to be a long wait, but there was no logical alternative.
Almost two hours passed as he lay behind a screen of shrubs and tall grass, his eye constantly trained on the hole in the hedge, then his heart gave a leap as he saw a door opening, then, with a gasp, he saw Lori walk through- She was stark naked, the only thing she wore being a gag. He saw her lush breasts bobbing as she walked, trembled at the sight of her beautiful thighs and then his gaze focused on the bushy triangle of black hair on the nicely rounded mound at the base of her tummy.
It was the first mons veneris, the first naked female he had ever seen and then he realized: that his prick was stiff.
Just behind Lori was another beautiful nude. Sherri wore garter belt, nylons and shoes, but that was all, and Wayne's cock throbbed at the sight of her. The uncle was naked too and his tool was stiffly at attention, but that drew only a quick glance from the youth as his eyes went back to Lori and her aunt.
While Wayne stared intently, the man fitted a girdle of nylon stocking's around Lori's waist, then he watched, staring intently at the big ass of the woman as she bent to cut a switch.
My God, he thought, they're going to beat her with a switch. As Lori's back turned to him, he saw, even from that distance, the marks of previous switchings on her naked butt.
He watched the man and woman fondle Lori's naked body and he trembled with anger and arousal. What he saw on his girl's face, told him she wasn't enjoying her role at all. Wayne saw the man grip the end of the nylon rope, saw Sherri tease the girl with the switch, then it swished and cut a hot red line across the lovely bum cheeks of the girl.
Wayne saw how it made her dance with pain, saw the sadistic smile on the face of the woman, then she drew her arm back and prepared to deliver a second cut.
There could be no thought of waiting for nightfall to go over the wall, Wayne saw. He couldn't even consider allowing Lori to take another beating with a switch. The only weapon Steve had was his cock, and that didn't frighten the youth.
Calculating the distance, he told himself he could land within ten or twelve feet of the threesome and that momentum could carry him to and right over the man before he had a chance to brace himself. Wiping his hands on his pants, Wayne picked up the pole and measured his distance from the hedge.
He was surprised at how calm he felt and knew that he was going to make a good jump. It would be a medal winner and the medal he would win was the naked beauty with the excitingly developed tits, the triangle of black hair crowning her cunt.
Wayne shoved off cleanly and soared high over the hedge. He seemed to be in the air forever, but there was no panic. He twisted his body so that he would land facing the man, then he hit the soft turf, braced and allowed his knees to bend, absorbing the shock of the smooth landing.
He saw eyes go wide with shock, then felt the naked belly of the man under his driving fist. Before Steve could hit the grass, Wayne had put him totally out of business with a series of rights and lefts to the face and head.
While Sherri stood, her eyes shining with excitement, Lori gave a muffled cry and ran to the youth, throwing her arms around him so tightly that he knew he would be helpless if Sherri decided to attack.
But the nature of her attack was quite different and posed no threat to him, he saw as she put a hand into her crotch and he watched her fingering her cunt. Wayne's cock had partially softened during the attack, but the sight of Sherri fingering herself and the feel of Lori in his arms quickly revived it and the girl pressed her naked body against it, sighing and purring like a kitten, a very horny little kitten.
His hands trembling with excitement, Wayne unfastened the gag and took it out of her mouth.
"I've got to tie this bastard up while he's still out," Wayne told the girl as he took her out of his arms. "Does he have a gun?"
"I don't think so. I never saw one around."
Wayne dragged the unconscious man closer to the base of one of the maples, then moved his arms around it and bound his wrists.
"Oh Wayne, darling," Lori said with admiration and warmth, "how did you ever find me?
How did you know I was in trouble?"
"I just knew. I'll tell you more about it later. What are we going to do with her?" he asked and they turned to see that Sherri was climaxing, her naked body jerking violently, her big tits bouncing.
"We'll tie her up in the house, in my old jail cell. I've learned a lot of things here."
They made the sweating Sherri walk ahead of them into the house, then she was lying on her back on the bed where Lori had been confined, her legs wide open, knees bent up to display her cunt.
"While you've got me tied down like this, lover boy," Sherri said with passion, "Why don't you get out of those clothes and ram your stiff cock up my juicy cunt. Christ, it was thrilling the way you came over that hedge and went to work on my husband. I almost had a come right then and there. I hope you haven't killed him," she said by way of afterthought.
"Come on, Wayne," Lori said as she took him by the hand, "let's go where we can talk."
Delighted that Lori seemed uncaring of her nudity, Wayne went with her to the room her aunt and uncle had occupied, then she moved into his arms again and they shared a passionate kiss during which she rubbed her naked tummy against the form of his throbbing ,cock.
"Oh Wayne, darling," she sighed, her cheek against his, "there's so much you have to tell me, but first there are a lot of things I have to tell you. Come he on the bed with me and hold me. It will make it easier for me to talk."
Wayne was more than delighted with that arrangement, and as they lay together, he dared to rub a hand down over her back to fondle a firm, silken nether cheek. Far from making any protest, Lori sighed and told him how good his hand felt.
"When I came here, Wayne," she told him in a warm whisper, "I was a virgin, a shy, nervous virgin who didn't know anything about sex. They changed all that."
While Wayne's heart pounded with excitement and his cock throbbed as though it would erupt in his pants, she told him of the various sexual acts she had seen and in which she had been forced to participate.
"You poor lamb, it must have been terrible for you," Wayne commiserated.
"Some of it was, Wayne, but to tell the truth, a lot of it was exciting. I can't lie to you, dear. I learned to enjoy fucking and having my cunt lapped and I even enjoyed lapping her cunt. I don't think it would have been long before I'd have enjoyed sucking Steve's big prick and swallowing his cream."
"Boy, you sure don't talk like a virgin."
"After all I've been through, I'm not surprised. Have I shocked you, Wayne?"
"You have to be kidding. This is too good to be true."
"Then take your clothes off, dear and we'll make it ever better. Have you had much experience in sex?"
"No," he replied, shyly. "I never even saw a bare naked girl before."
"Then you've never fucked?"
"No."
"Hurry up and get undressed, darling," she told him, sitting up and fondling her own breasts as passion swept over her. "I'm going to give you your first fuck right now. After that, I'll give you as many as your cock can take. I'm good at it now, darling, and I can teach you so many sexy things. Oh Wayne, what a lovely hard cock you have. It's going to be so good inside my hot cunt," she told him as he pushed his pants and shorts down and his bone leaped free.
"Gee, Lori, it's sure exciting talking like this," he told her as he struggled out of his clothes.
"And the real excitement is yet to come, darling," Lori told him as he moved back to the bed and took her in his arms, groaning at the contact of their nudity.
"Ooh darling," Lori sighed, "This is so good.
Feel me all over, do anything you want. Do you want to feel my tits and suck them?"
"Oh yes," he panted then she moved on the bed and stopped his talking by filling his mouth with firm, warm, silky breast and he responded by sucking greedily while his two hands rubbed over her and she squirmed and sighed with lust.
"Later, darling," Lori told him as he sucked first one breast then the other, "we're going to go visit Sherri, the two of us. We're really going to work her over. Would you like to bury your hard cock up her arsehole and give her a good bum fucking?"
"I'd rather fuck you, Lori."
"That's sweet, dear, and that's the way it's going to be, but once we've worked that horny bitch over for a while, your cock will get hard again. She made Steve ram that big cock of his up my arse and fuck me. It isn't nice that way, not for the woman, but it must be fun for the man. An arsehole is so tight to fuck and then there are the smooth cheeks to press against while you're fucking. We'll make her ass cheeks nice and red before you ram it up her ass and make her squirm."
When one of his hands rubbed down her belly, toward her crotch, Lori opened it wide.
"Go ahead, darling," she panted, her voice quavering in passion, "explore my crotch. Look at my little cunt and feel it and finger it, then when we're ready, drive your lovely cock in it and fuck me. I want to feel hot cream shooting up my cunt and flooding my belly."
"Oh Lori," he groaned as he hunched beside her and stared into her crotch, "It's so beautiful, your little cunt, I mean. It looks so soft and tender."
"yes, darling, and it's so hot too. Feel it, lover, oh yes... uh... oh that feels so good... you're so gentle, yes... yes," she panted, squirming and driving the youth wild with arousal, the like of which he had never known.
"Lori," he whispered, his voice unsteady, "please, let me kiss your sweet little cunt."
"Oh yes, darling, if you want to. I love to have my cunt kissed and sucked and licked. It's heaven for me, dear. Do it... do it all you want. If you suck it and lick it for just a little while, I'll have a come. I'm so close right now."
Clumsy with excitement as he prepared to get his face into a crotch for the first time, Wayne sweated, panted and fumbled, then his mouth was on the soft lips of her cunt and he was kissing it with loving tenderness.
Lori gave a little cry as his tongue came into her slit and began probing her. While his hands held her, he alternately licked and sucked her cunt until she let out a series of shrieks and her body jerked madly all over the bed.
"I'm sorry, Lori," he said, nervously, when she opened her eyes as the spasms finally passed, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
'"Oh you sweet darling," she sighed, "you didn't hurt me. Jesus, what a lovely come you gave me. I never had such a great one. Did you like lapping my cunt?"
"Did I ever. I'll want to do it as often as you let me."
"That will be very often, darling," Lori told hi, "but for now, come on, get on top of me and let me feel your beautiful prick in my cunt. Give me a nice fuck, my lover and my tight little cunt will really suck your cock and drain your big balls."
Groaning, he moved atop her and tried to keep the weight of his body off her, but she wasn't having any of that and, just as he shoved his tool into her slit, Lori wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled him down on her.
"Yes, lover, yes," she panted, "that's the way to fuck. You're good, darling, you're a natural cunt lapper and fucker."
Lori was still panting and babbling when she felt his body tense and knew what was going to happen.
"Let it go, lover," she panted. "Shoot your hot cream up my cunt and I'll suck you dry."
Wayne gave a few fast strokes, then she held him tightly as his body jerked in her crotch and she felt the semen shooting into her.
"Feel how my cunt sucks your cock, darling," she panted, then her strong young vaginal walls went to work and sucked his cock until he was groaning weakly and had to pull his spent tool out of her.
Lying together on the bed, their naked bodies warm and covered with sweat, they talked of how exciting the fuck and the cunt lapping had been and of the many exciting things they would do together.
"Shouldn't we get away from here first though?" Wayne asked.
"We don't need to, dear. We have them well tied up and under control. I want to take time to enjoy revenge and I have a hunch you're going to enjoy helping me do it,"
"Are you really going to beat her?" he asked.
"You better believe it," Lori told him, her eyes shining hotly. "You can beat her too and you'll love smacking her big, smooth ass and making it red hot. You're going to find out how much fun spanking a nice bare ass can be. Later, I'll want you to spank mine."
"You mean really spank you? I mean not just love pats."
"I mean real spanking with a slipper or a ruler," she assured him. "It stings like the devil and makes me cry, but I love it. They've really taught me a lot, darling and we're going to have more fun than anybody who ever lived."
"I think I'm doing that already, Lori. Imagine, my first time to see a naked female, first time to suck a cunt and to fuck one. Boy, I still can't believe it's all true."
"You'll believe it, lover. When I'm sitting on her face, getting my cunt lapped, you'll have to believe it. You'll also believe it when you get your hands on those big tits of hers and when you're spanking her smooth ass cheeks and ramming your hard prick up her arsehole and buggering her."
"Do you really want me to do all those things to her?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face. "I mean, won't you be jealous or anything?"
"Hell no, darling. They've taught me too much too soon, I guess. All I want to do now is enjoy sex in every way there is and I want you to do the same. We're going to be real swingers, darling, you and I. After what they taught me, I could never settle down to the life of just a suburban wife and mother with only one man. You'll soon understand how I feel and you'll be just like me."
Wayne sensed his girl was right and he trembled as he thought of how suddenly his life had changed, for the better.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Walking hand in hand, glorying in their nudity, Lori and Wayne walked out into the walled garden where they found Steve conscious but obviously uncomfortable.
"Jesus, kid, you sure know how to use your fists," Steve said, trying to manage a wry grin as the lovers looked down at him and his eyes went up to Lori's well fucked little cunt. "How about letting me up?"
"Ask me again in a couple of days," Lori told him. "We're in charge now and that's the way it's going to stay."
"Don't I know it, but don't worry, I wouldn't want to go another round with the tiger here. I'll be a very good boy and do as I'm told."
"That's nice, Uncle Steve. Just lie there and relax. I'm going to get a switch and we're going to take Sherri down to the basement room for a dance and a bum fucking."
"Jesus, Lori, don't make me miss that sight. Come on, baby, I wasn't that cruel to you,"
"No? And when it came time to kill me, I suppose you were going to do it with kindness."
"Come on, Lori, you know I'd never have let her kill you."
Steve continued to beg to be allowed to watch, then after a while, Wayne untied the nylons and released him from the tree. The freedom was short lived though, as he bound his wrists behind his back. Despite Steve's protests and promises, Wayne left them bound.
Lori had already broken off a switch with which she seemed satisfied, so they went in the house, Lori trembling with excited anticipation at the thought of making her naked aunt dance.
"Are you excited about the thought of watching me switching her big arse?" Lori asked Wayne as they went back to the house, Steve walking ahead of them.
"I sure am, that should really be something."
"Before I do, would you like to take her over your lap and give her a good hand spanking, just to warm her up?"
"If it's as much fun as you say, I sure would like to do that. Besides, I want to punish her for what she did to you. I can't beat her up like I did Uncle Steve, but I could sure smack her ass plenty."
The three went directly to the bedroom where Steve smiled at his wife as she lay on the bed, her hands tightly bound. But Wayne was enjoying the sight of her too and he was surprised to feel his tool stirring, so soon after the first fuck of his life.
"So it's going to be my turn to do a switch dance, is it?" Sherri asked with resignation.
"Right, Auntie dear," Lori told her, "but first, Wayne is going to take you over his lap and warm up your fat ass. He's never spanked a woman before and I want him to find out how much fun it is. I think he likes your big ass. Roll over and let him play with it while I untie your hands."
Wayne flashed his girl a smile of thanks, then he sat beside the naked woman and used both hands to feel the big, smooth cheeks. As he played, he felt his rod stiffening again. Remembering what his girl had said about his bum fucking the big beauty, he parted the warm, smooth cheeks and gazed into her crack, his heart pounding at the sight of her little pink arsehole as he wondered whether it would be as exciting as fucking a cunt. He doubted that anything could be that thrilling.
Seeing that Sherri's hands had been untied, Wayne helped her off the bed and Lori pointed to the armless chair. He sat and then Sherri was draping her lovely, naked body across his thighs. As her smooth skin brushed his cock, he felt it suddenly return to full strength erection. It was obvious that Sherri was ready for her spanking, but Wayne was in no hurry to begin, since the feel of the lush cheeks under his rubbing hand was more than joy enough.
"Oh darling, that will never do," Lori told him as he delivered the first thrilling spank and held his hand on the spot. "You're supposed to spank her ass, not just pat it. Let's hear those smacks really ringing, make her big cheeks burn like grass fires."
Embarrassed, Wayne made a silent vow that she wouldn't have to criticize his work again and when his hand came down on Sherri's behind the next time, it produced the sound of a pistol shot and brought a gasp from her throat. When he raised the hand, he saw pink finger marks standing out on the flawless white cheek.
His cock surged so strongly that he feared he was going to go off on her belly, but he didn't really let the thought bother him as he began spanking with a steady rhythm, slapping from cheek to cheek as color flared hotly and the woman went from sobbing to crying as her exciting body squirmed over his thighs and his prick.
When Sherri's behind glowed totally red, he felt she had taken enough, but he wasn't anxious to stop, so he kept right on spanking, telling himself Lori would tell him when it was time to call a halt. When he would have been tempted to feel sympathy for the crying woman, Wayne reminded himself of how cruel she had been to Lori and he spanked on without even a trace of sympathy, loving the feel and the sounds and the sights of spanking the bare bottom of a beautiful naked woman.
"All right, darling," Lori told him as she rubbed his bare shoulders, "that should have tenderized her ass nicely for my switch. You may give her all the spankings you want, later, but for now, I think we'll take her down to the basement and watch her dance to her own music."
Wayne beamed with pride as the woman got off his lap and he showed his stiff tool. Lori's smile matched his as she closed a hand around the hard shaft and gave it a loving squeeze.
"Wait until you ram that thing between her red ass cheeks," Lori told him. "You're really going to love it, even if she doesn't. She doesn't like taking cock up the bum, but she's going to get yours, then we'll make Steve stretch her hole with his poker."
Lori walked toward the basement with the others following, Wayne bringing up the rear and admiring Sherri's glowing red rear, his tool twitching as he thought of getting it up her arse and pressing his belly against her hot behind.
In the basement room, Lori tied her aunt's wrists to the beam, as hers had been tied and she was forced to admire the woman for not pleading, not whimpering. She knew the beating was coming and that she could not do a thing about it, so she was determined to accept it with dignity. With a secret smile, Lori wondered how long that dignity would last once she went into action with the switch.
"Take her garter belt and nylons off, dear," Lori told Wayne. "Feel free to play with her while you're at it, we're in no hurry."
Taking her at her word, Wayne did it the slow way, unfastening the suspenders from the expanded tops of the nylons, then rolling the nylons down slowly, fondling her luscious thighs.
"You really know how to take a woman's nylons down, Wayne," Sherri told him with a sexy smile. "I'd love to have you take my panties down sometime."
"I think that could be fun," Wayne told her as he unfastened her garter belt and took it off.
Dropping the garment, he pushed his stiff cock under her red buttocks, then pressed warmly against her, his belly savoring the heated silk of the big cheeks, his prick throbbing in the different warmth of her crotch.
Watching, Lori was surprised to find that she felt no jealousy at all. On the contrary, she felt arousal building as her lover pressed and fondled the naked body of her aunt. A thought began to grow then and it added to her arousal. Later, after the beating and buggering of the woman, she would discuss it with Wayne and let him work out the hidden angles.
"Ready, Lori?" he asked and when the girl nodded, he pressed once more against the woman's behind, gave her mons veneris a squeeze, then moved back, leaving Sherri ready for her beating.
Taking his eyes off the naked body of the waiting woman, Wayne saw something in Lori's eyes which caused a churning in his loins, a throbbing in his cock. The brief period of captivity with her aunt and uncle had turned the shy virgin into a sensuous woman, a woman who had just begun initiating him into the mysterious rites of sexuality.
Her wrist flicked, the switch hissed, then a cry came from the bound woman as a bright red line was drawn across her plump arse. But it was only the first of many as the switch swished again and again, biting into tender skin, keeping the naked woman dancing and crying, her big breasts bouncing and swaying wildly, driving the youth wild with desire for more and more.
When she finally stopped, Lori had given her aunt a more severe beating than she had ever taken from her. The tip of the switch had found her inner thighs many times and had left red streaks as painful evidence of those visits.
Sherri was still crying as her niece untied her and led her on weak legs to the old fashioned couch with the raised head. A little later, Sherri lay over the elevated head, her body on the couch, her toes on the floor, her red striped ass high and vulnerable.
"Right in between those big cheeks," Lori told Wayne, "deep in her crack, you'll find a little pink hole. Slip that lovely hard cock of yours into that hole and give her a royal bum fucking. You'll love it, lover. Have a nice ride on her hot ass. Give it to her now while she's still crying."
Wayne needed no urging at all as he went to the trembling body of the sobbing woman, pressed his body against her hot nether cheeks and groaned with desire.
His stiff cock pushed into her crack, found the tight ring of her anus and very slowly pushed in. It was a tight fit and entry was somewhat difficult, but it was a delightful difficulty and he worked at it until the full length of his prick was inside her arsehole and she was squirming and moaning.
Lori knew her aunt wasn't enjoying the invasion of her arse, but again she gave her credit for taking it without begging for mercy.
Wayne rested on her ass for a little while, his cock throbbing in the delicious confinement of the tight hole, then he began riding her, refusing to hurry, savoring the thrill of each slow stroke, pressing hotly against her behind each time he pushed his pecker back into the clinging hole.
As he buggered her, he couldn't decide whether it was more fun than fucking Lori had been, but he knew it was no less exciting, in its own way.
He noticed Lori standing behind her uncle, then saw why. Despite the fact that Steve's wrists were bound together, he was able to get a finger into his niece's cunt and was fingering her. While he still buggered the big woman, Wayne saw and heard his girl climaxing and it caused him to tremble violently and step up the pace of his bum fucking, his belly slapping the big ass with each stroke.
And then the churning in his balls told him he was close to the end of the ride. He rode furiously, his tool stretching and battering her arsehole, then he was pressing against Sherri's ass, his body jerking and twitching as he pumped his strong charge of semen up her hole.
Taking their captives upstairs, Lori and Wayne tied them to the bed in Lori's old prison room and, before they could leave the room, they watched Steve roll onto his wife who opened her legs to greet him.
With only a little difficulty, Steve worked his stiff cock into her cunt and delighted the young audience by giving her a magnificent fucking in spite of the bonds which hampered movement.
After the fuck was over, Lori and Wayne left to go to the other bedroom and talk.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lori had only the germ of an idea, but as she presented it to Wayne, he seized it and they developed it together in mounting excitement. When they had the plan pretty well worked out, they hurried into the other bedroom to discuss it with their captives.
"Kids," Steve greeted them brightly, "Sherri and I have been talking and we've come up with an idea. Care to hear it?"
"I don't suppose it can do any harm to talk," Lori said with a shrug.
"Look," Steve began, "Sherri and I admit we gave Lori a hard time here, but I think she'll admit that she enjoyed some of it. What we're proposing is that we forget the past and start anew, the four of us as equal partners."
"It sounds interesting on the surface," Wayne told him, "but there are parts I don't like. For instance, the first time I fall asleep, there would be nothing to keep you from putting me out of business, then both Lori and I would be captives, both candidates for quiet funerals out here in the woods."
"But I give you my word. Neither Sherri nor I want to stay here much longer. Back in the city, we have swinging friends, you'd meet them too. We could pretend that you and Lori are married. You'd live with us and we'd foot all the bills. Life would be one long, lovely sex orgy for the four of us and for our friends to."
"We did some talking too," Wayne told him and we have a variation of your plan that sounds better to us, safer, you might say."
"Let's hear it," Steve told him, "but how about untying us so we can sit up and discuss it."
With a shrug, Wayne went to the head of the bed and untied the two of them, then rolled Sherri over onto her tummy so that he could play with her red striped ass.
"The way we see it, Steve," Wayne told him with easy confidence, "Lori and I need a life insurance policy. You two are going to write it."
"What is this policy going to say?" Steve asked, though he suspected he knew.
"You're going to write a detailed confession of what you did to Lori. She tells me you have a Polaroid camera, we'll take some pictures of Sherri switching her while you hold the nylon rope and pictures of you fucking Lori, of her sucking your cock and Sherri's cunt. The pictures will be dated and since she's still a few days short of sixteen, you know what that means."
"And what would you do with this confession, Wayne? It could be dynamite if it fell into the wrong hands."
"It won't. I'll mail it, registered, either to myself or to someone I trust. As long as Lori and I stay healthy, it can't fall into any wrong hands."
"And one other thing I just thought of," Lori broke in. "Wayne wants to go to college and so do I. I have plenty of money from Dad's estate, but Wayne doesn't. I'm sure you'd be delighted to put him through college, wouldn't you, Uncle Steve?"
"Hell, sure, that's nothing. I'd also guarantee him a generous allowance. In fact, I can put him on a payroll and he can work two or three hours a week, to make it legit. Later, when he graduates, if we're all still friends and pleased with the arrangement, I'll give him a piece of a company so he can be independent. The one thing I don't like is the confession business."
But despite the fact that he didn't like it, it was not long before he and Sherri were writing and signing it. The four enjoyed dinner together, they had a round of drinks after the meal, then Wayne announced that Steve and Sherri would be bound to the bed for the night.
"But we signed the confession," Steve protested.
"True, you have," Lori replied with a twinkle in her eyes, "but Wayne hasn't had a chance to mail it yet. He'll do that tomorrow, then we start our new deal. Off to bed you go now, come on. After what we saw earlier," she added with a little giggle, "I'm sure you'll be able to look after things if you get horny."
The adults shrugged in submission, then went to bed where Lori and Wayne tied them securely, then Lori told them to lie on their tummies.
"I've decided you may be too cold to get to sleep," she told them, "so Wayne and I are going to see that your asses are nice and warm."
Hurrying from the room, she returned with the slipper and the ruler. Giving the slipper to Wayne, she went to sit beside her uncle, patting his buttocks with the smooth wood while Wayne went to the woman and, putting the slipper down, began fondling her ass.
"I'll spank you with my hand first," he told her as he rubbed the well fleshed cheeks, "then maybe later I'll use the slipper. I like the feel of my hand slapping your beautiful, big bum, like this," he said and gave her a sample spank. The little sound she made had nothing to do with pain, he sensed.
Wayne and Lori exchanged nods, then began the spankings of their captives, and soon the room rang with the sounds of crisp spanks, sobbing and crying. When they stopped, four nether cheeks glowed hotly.
Leaving them, they prepared to go to their own room and again they saw Sherri opening her legs and her husband mounting her, his cock stiff and ready.
"What a horny couple they are," Lori commented with a little giggle.. "How about you, darling, are you a little bit horny too?"
"I'm a big bit horny, Lori," he assured her as he put a hand on her bottom and they walked out and forgot about the copulating couple on the bed. The excitement which had flared body during the bottom warmings of the aunt and uncle became a warm glow which, both sensed, would become much warmer in the wide bed they would share for the night.
"Teach me some more, Lori darling," Wayne said, after they finished a passionate kiss as they stood beside their bed.
Yes, lover, but there isn't much to teach you, you're a natural lover. Play with my tits and suck them for a while, then maybe I'll want you to spank me and make me cry happy tears for you."
"Will you also let me suck your cunt?" he asked, his voice breaking with passion.
"Let you? Oh my darling, I'll really cry if you don't want to do it."
"And will you let me kiss and lick your beautiful bum after I spank you? I'd like to lick your cheeks all over, then get my tongue right in your crack and lick some more."
"See what I mean about you being a natural lover, darling?" she asked as she fed him a breast and his mouth claimed it, hungrily.
He didn't talk much after that as he sucked and fondled her breasts, then went down on her and sucked her cunt until she made him stop, telling him it felt raw.
Trembling with passion, she lay across his thighs then and rubbed hotly as she urged him to spank her beautiful bottom. He gave her what she wanted, making her cry excitingly as the color of roses glowed over her perfectly rounded nether cheeks, then, while she was still crying softly, he paid tribute to her arse with his mouth and tongue, licking her crack until juice trickled into her crotch to further wet and prepare her cunt for the fucking she so wanted.
When they were ready for it, she knelt on all fours and showed him the joy of fucking a woman in that position when her buttocks were hot and glowing from a good spanking.
After their fuck, they slept soundly, their naked bodies warming each other. Next morning, after breakfast, they went into town together to mail the precious letter.
On the way back to the cottage, Lori sat close to her lover, the hem of her dress pulled high so that he could drive the car with one hand and warm up her thighs and the crotch of her panties with the other.
Their voices warmed and softened by passion, the young, swinging lovers talked of all the sexual joys which lay ahead for them in their wonderful new life with the sexy Sherri and Steve.
Hurrying into the lodge, they untied the man and woman, then went to the wider bed in the other room. Lori paired off with her uncle, while Sherri eagerly accepted the aroused youth into her warm arms. Soon, the four nudes were squirming in the beginning of an orgy which, they all determined, would keep going on forever.
