Chapter 5
Jack knocked on Suzy's door, then waited until she invited him in. He had taken two steps into the room when he was almost bowled over. The slender, naked girl wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressed the length of her sensuous young body against him.
"Oh, Uncle Jack, I love you so much!" Suzy squealed.
Trying to appear unruffled by her unabashed show of affection, and her enthusiastic wantonness, the man peeled her hands off him and pushed her away. Unwillingly, his eyes stroked over her titties, down over her belly to her dainty muff of fine black hair. He felt his dick expanding and hardening.
"Get something on-a robe or something," he growled.
"Awww, Uncle Jack..."
"Do it!" he snapped in his no-nonsense tone. "Or I'll whip you until you bleed."
"Why, that sounds neat-Uh, yes, Uncle Jack." Suzy shifted her tone when she saw he was really getting furious. She grabbed her short robe, then sat down primly on the stool in front of her makeup table, ankles crossed, legs pressed tightly together, her hands folded in her lap.
Jack leaned against the doorframe and trusted himself to look at her now. The robe was open down between her breasts, and only her hands and the position of her legs hid her pussy from him. She looked a lot older than fourteen.
"Don't mess with me," he warned. "From Billy, it's 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. That's what I expect from you, too. I'm the boss in this house, and don't you ever forget it."
He saw her cringe at his tone. Her eyes big, she nodded. "Yes sir," she said quietly.
"You've heard me talk about Janet?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes sir, but I don't know who she is," Suzy answered carefully.
"She's my mistress," Jack answered, and saw a flicker of emotion cross Suzy's face. "Janet was my mistress long before you came, and will be long after you leave. Don't think you're the favorite."
"Yes sir," Suzy answered. She looked crushed.
"What you and I did the other day was incest," Jack went on relentlessly. "You are a spoiled, selfish brat, and I'm going to beat some sense into you before I return you to your parents. I'm going to make you a good, worthwhile woman, or break you. The choice is yours. I demand and receive obedience from my women. Understand?"
"Yes sir," Suzy answered, her eyes wide.
"I hope so," Jack growled. "Around this house, except in the privacy of your own room, or the bathroom, or in my study, you will appear decently clothed unless I order otherwise. When I knock on your door like I did today, you wait until you are covered before you say 'come in'. Otherwise, you'll wind up over my knee, and a blistered fanny will be the end result."
"Yes sir," Suzy said softly, pulling the lapels of her robe together, then tugging the hem down.
"Now where was I, dammit? Oh, yeah. I was talking about Janet."
"Your mistress," Suzy said helpfully.
"Do you remember I mentioned that Billy got laid the other day?"
"The same day we did-uh-what we did."
"Right. Well, Janet was his first lay," Jack went on. "Only Janet enjoyed it just a little too much. She's been getting a little overconfident lately. I want your help in restoring her to her proper place."
"Yes sir," Suzy agreed, puzzled.
Jack glanced at his watch. "She'll be here in about five minutes. I want your promise that you'll do exactly what I tell you to."
"I promise," Suzy agreed, still puzzled.
"Come to the study," Jack said suddenly.
Suzy had to trot in order to keep up with him.
"Sit over there. Don't move and don't speak unless I speak to you," he ordered.
Suzy nodded. She was sitting in one of the armchairs.
Jack left the study abruptly. The doorbell sounded just as he got to the living room. When he opened the front door Janet greeted him nervously. The brisk breeze whipped her soft blonde hair around her face.
"I-I came as quickly as I could. Please, don't-don't hurt me too much," she pleaded.
"Come on," he said, leading the way to the study.
Janet caught sight of Suzy, sitting primly in the easy chair. She was still wearing only the brief robe.
"Who's that?" Janet asked, frightened. She didn't like the curious scrutiny of the young girl with the black hair.
"Take off your blouse," Jack told the curvy blonde.
Janet fumbled with her purse, dropped it, started to bend over to pick it up, then let it lie there when she saw Jack's stony face. Her fingers trembled as she nervously unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it off. She was braless. Her heavy tits shifted and swayed lushly with every move she made. Her nipples were rigid with excitement.
Grabbing her wrists, Jack strapped wide, black leather cuffs on her. Then he dragged her to the two thick pillars in the center of the room. Pulling her arms up and out, he snapped each cuff to a short length of chain.
"Please, don't hurt me too much," Janet pleaded again as she stood chained between the posts, naked to the waist.
"Get your shoes off," Jack ordered.
Awkwardly, tilting and swaying, Janet managed to kick off her shoes. The loss of her heels drew the chains on her wrists a little bit tighter. But there was still some slack left.
When Jack unbuttoned the waistband of her skirt, she darted a frightened glance at the girl who was watching silently from the black chair. Jack ran the zipper of Janet's skirt down, then shoved it over her hips. When he revealed the lace of a pair of bikini panties low on her hips, he flushed angrily.
"I said no panties, dammit!" he snapped.
"It-it's a windy day, Jack, and I didn't-"
Her words were cut off abruptly by the open-handed slap he gave her. Her head twisted around and her left cheek flushed.
"Shut up," Jack ordered. "You seem to have forgotten just who is in charge here. Think just because I let my son have you, you rule the roost?" He let her skirt drop around her ankles, then turned away and went to the cabinets.
He came back with a pair of long, sharp-pointed scissors. Sliding one blade between her hip and the side of her panties, he severed the garment with one swift snip. The lace slid down, revealing one ass-cheek and her red-bushed pussy. A second snip on the other side of her panties and they fluttered to the floor.
Reaching down, Jack jerked the skirt and panties out from under Janet's feet so suddenly that she was thrown off balance and for a second hung from the chains. She got her feet under herself, and tried to shield her cunt by crossing her legs.
"Gimme your leg," Jack ordered.
Janet stood awkwardly on one foot, and did a high kick with the other. Jack grabbed her ankle and raised it so high she fell back against the chains again. Ignoring her feeble wrigglings, he wrapped a leather cuff around her ankle before letting her foot drop. She didn't wait for his order to give him her other foot. The raising of her legs exposed her slit. She flushed when she noticed Suzy's steady gaze.
"Spread your feet," Jack ordered.
Slowly, Janet eased her feet apart, toward the flanking posts her wrists were fastened to. As her feet spread, she got shorter, and the chains on her wrists tightened.
"Farther," Jack ordered, watching the wrist chains. "Keep going."
He didn't let her stop until her arms were drawn tight. Her feet were spread wide apart, wider than if she had been stretched on the wooden X. Her twat gaped wide. She teetered and swayed. She barely managed to support her weight on her feet.
Jack bent over and snapped chains to each ankle so she couldn't move her feet back together. Then he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Her titties were lifted and drawn outward by the tension on her arms. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Her stomach was hollowed by the strain on her torso. The slit of her cunt was visible through the hazy muff. The tendons on the insides of her pale, shapely thighs were drawn tight. She tossed her head, trying to get a lock of hair out of her eyes. Jack reached out and brushed it back for her.
"Come here, Suzy," Jack ordered.
The slender teenager walked gracefully over to him. Her eyes stayed on the lush, mature woman hanging from the chains.
Jack tugged on the belt of Suzy's robe, and stripped the garment back off her shoulders, revealing her youthful perfection.
"This is my niece, Suzy," he announced. "Beautiful, isn't she?"
Janet eyed Suzy warily.
Jack let his eyes move from one naked female to the other, from mature woman to maturing girl, and then back. There were pleasures in viewing each of them, the mature curves of the woman, the slender grace of his fourteen-year-old niece. Reaching out, he cupped one of Suzy's boobs and stroked his thumb over her nipple, felt the rubbery nubbin squirm. He was pleased at the way Suzy kept her eyes boldly on Janet as he did this. The way she let him fondle her was silent testimony to his mastery of her.
"Undress me, Suzy," he said calmly, still toying with her tit.
He slid his hand over to her other nipple as she turned to unbutton his shirt. She stripped the shirt back off his shoulders, tugged it out of his trousers and threw it aside casually: She ran her fingers through the curling black hair on his chest before unbuckling his belt. He stepped out of his loafers as she lowered his zipper. Grasping pants and underpants both, she dragged them down, and knelt in front of him. His cock leaped free and swayed heavily, flung a clear drop of juice away, trailed a glittering strand across one of his niece's naked tits.
She held his pants, and he stepped out of them. A hand on her shoulder kept her on her knees. She looked up at him. His dick angled out toward her like a huge sausage.
"Suck my cock, Suzy," he ordered, keeping his eyes on the tormented blonde chained between the pillars.
He saw Janet sway toward him as if obeying his order. She began licking her lips. She wanted to suck his cock herself, and they both knew it. She loved sucking cock.
He felt Suzy's delicate, thin lips embrace his dong, and clenched his teeth with pleasure. He stroked her soft black curls as her tongue stroked his pecker lovingly. She followed him, without releasing her mouth-grip on his dick, as he turned so Janet had a perfect view of the cocksucking.
"Take it all," he instructed his niece. "Swallow it, the way I showed you before. Make it bend right down your throat."
He felt her mouth slide farther and farther onto his pecker. He saw the agony on Janet's face increasing as she watched him delivering to someone else what she so desperately wanted.
Suzy's lips were a ring around the midpoint of his dick. Then they sucked more of his cock into her mouth, and he felt his cock-head digging into the back of her throat. She paused a moment, backed up a little. He felt air whistle past his cock-head as she exhaled, then sucked in a deep breath and held it. He felt her gullet opening up for his cock. Her mouth worked, and his cock slid into her mouth, went down her throat. He felt her swallowing mechanism massaging his dick. He felt his cock seeping juice down her gullet.
She drew back, and he felt her breathing again as she held his cock in her mouth. She leaned forward, and his cock drove down her throat. Her swallower stroked it again. The waves of her gullet swept toward the head. She began to get a rhythm, drawing back to breathe, then leaning forward to swallow his cock-head. The mad massaging by her throat was sending him soaring toward an orgasm.
The only thing better than the sensation of Suzy deep-throating his cock was the sight of Janet's face. The agonized blonde jerked and strained on her chains. Sweat trickled down her pale body. She was drooling, trying to reach his dick. She couldn't take her eyes off where Suzy's face was impaled by his cock.
He started to come just as his niece was taking a breath. His cum erupted into the back of her throat. He felt her swallow the gooey wad before spearing herself on his jetting dick again. She let two more searing spurts rip straight down her throat, then fell back away from him. She caught the next squirts on her tongue. Grasping his spurting dick in her hand, she milked it with her fingers, let his cream spatter her pretty face, let his jizz fall in thick, heavy globs onto her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, her nose.
She smeared his still-spouting pecker over her face, then engulfed it again with her mouth. She swallowed it as it began wringing out the last burning drops of cum. It was a wanton display beyond anything Jack had hoped for. The horror and jealousy it triggered on his blonde mistress' face was the icing on the cake.
After she spat his drained cock out, Suzy leaned against his strong hairy legs and proceeded to rub his cum into her skin. After coating her face with jism, she licked her fingers clean.
A touch of his hand on Suzy's head got her attention, conveyed that he didn't want her to move. Trying to conceal the shaking in his legs, Jack strolled over to a wall panel, opened it, and took out a glass. He added ice and liquor, then eased down in the armchair Suzy had been sitting in. Propping his feet up on the coffee table, he sipped his drink, and studied his two women.
Janet sagged wearily against the chains. Her legs were quivering as her feet squirmed for traction. She watched Jack sullenly and tried to ignore her competition.
Jack was touched and intrigued by Suzy's willing obedience to his orders. He wondered how far he could go with the girl. He had meant what he had said about teaching her humility. She was young, pliable. She might be a good object lesson to Janet, an example of the obedience he expected from his mistress.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Janet said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Suzy looked at the trapped blonde, then at Jack.
It was too good a chance to miss. Jack fought back a smile. "There's a basin under the sink, Suzy. Go get it, and hold it for her."
He saw Suzy flinch, then saw her nipples stiffen.
"No, Jack," Janet moaned, horrified.
Suzy got smoothly to her feet. In seconds she was back with the basin. It was shaped like a mushroom. It had a narrow neck that spread outward. It was about six inches deep. It was enameled white on the inside, red on the outside.
"Don't let any get on the carpeting," Jack cautioned, sipping his drink. "And don't block my view, either."
Suzy went to the far side of Janet and, holding the basin by the broad end, slid the neck in between Janet's thighs. Then she raised it so it was a foot below Janet's gaping cunt. Suzy's eyes fastened on Janet's. Jack could feel the clash of wills between the two women.
Janet crumbled under the teenager's cool composure. Her head tipped back and she looked as if she were going to cry. Her gut tightened, and a golden shower burst from her twat. It gushed noisily into the enameled pan. Jack's prick stirred and slid on his thigh as he watched his humiliated mistress pee into the basin his niece was holding.
The flood from Janet's pisser died slowly. It spurted once, twice, and then ended. Suzy carefully extracted the basin from between Janet's thighs. After emptying it into the toilet, she set it in the sink.
Jack noticed a few shining drops of piss clinging to Janet's muff, and smiled. Another test of his power over Suzy. "Go wipe Janet," he told the girl. "With your tongue."
Suzy didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees in front of the lush blonde, tipped her head back a little, and swept her tongue over Janet's cunt-hair, cleaned it with a few combing strokes. Janet looked down in disbelief.
"That's just the outside," Jack noted. "Get the inside, too."
Suzy obeyed. Her tongue stroked Janet's twat harder, parted her cunt-lips, stroked her slit. Janet sucked in a tense breath, and shuddered as Suzy's tongue struck her clit.
Recalling that he had done it to Suzy, Jack was certain his niece knew exactly what he wanted. He remained silent, wondering how far she would go without further orders.
Suzy slid her hands up Janet's straining thighs, stroked the pale, satin skin. She worked her tongue between Janet's cunt-lips. She nuzzled her face into Janet's muff, oblivious of the piss still clinging to the woman's flesh. Suzy's tongue struck deep into Janet's pussy. Janet bucked against the chains as pleasure lashed through her.
Suzy tipped her head back farther. Jack was sure her tongue was darting in and out of Janet's cunt-hole. Stroking and touching Janet's straining thighs and lower tummy, the young girl ate her uncle's mistress as willingly as she had eaten her uncle.
Jack's cock got harder and harder as he watched. The fragile grace of the young girl doing the cunt-lapping was a big part of his pleasure. Suzy was in another of her graceful poses. Her bottom was on her heels, her spine very straight. A mirror behind Janet showed Suzy's chin, her throat, her small breasts. She was framed between Janet's spread legs.
Suzy's nipples were as hard and aroused as Jack had ever seen them. The little cunt was sure enjoying it.
So was Janet. She was jerking and twisting against the chains, shuddering and quivering like she was being electrocuted. Suzy's mouth shifted, and found Janet's clit. Janet began to babble insanely as she thrashed. A pink flush blossomed on Janet's tummy, flared upward to her jugs. She shivered madly.
"Enough," she croaked at last. "Aww, my God. Enough!"
"That's enough, Suzy," Jack ordered, and his niece pulled back from her meal. "Come here," he said.
Suzy walked quickly over to him. Hooking a hand behind her neck, he dragged her face down to his, kissed her, tasted Janet's cum all over her lips and chin, then inside her mouth.
As Janet looked on, he bent Suzy back onto the coffee table and plunged his cock into her sodden twat. He drove his dick into her willing body again and again and again, until she was heaving and bucking insanely under his drives. While his humiliated, frustrated mistress looked on, Jack unloaded his cum into his willing niece, filled her cunt with his steaming cream.
He lay exhausted on top of Suzy, mashing her tender, slender frame under his full weight. His hips were jamming her young thighs open. He looked over at Janet. The woman hung from the chains, an expression of desperate, animal horniness on her face.
After heaving himself up off his niece, Jack helped her up from the table. Giving her a push in the direction of the shower, he went over to Janet and stood in front of her. His limp dick drooled a mixture of jizz and his niece's cunt juices. For a while, he let Janet study him. He measured the desperate longing in her eyes.
When he released her wrists, she fell forward, and grabbed onto him to keep from falling on her face. Her ankles were still chained. She slid slowly to her knees in front of him. Her warm body slithered down his, slid on the mixture of sweat and cum.
Blindly, like a baby searching for its mother's tit, she groped for his dick with her lips. Slurping in the withered tool, she swept her tongue around it, tasted his and his niece's mingled cum. Clinging to his thighs, she sucked and sucked his pecker, tried to revive it with her mouth. She began to whimper and moan pleadingly around his soggy meat.
Leaning over, Jack unchained her ankles, and dragged her to her feet. "Come on, I need washing," he told her, leading the way to the big, open stall where Suzy was showering.
Jack stood under the streaming spray and let the women wash him. At first both of them slid soapy, slithery hands over him, while he bumped and nudged their warm bodies. Then it became a contest, a pushing match to see who would get to wash his cock.
A word and a touch from Jack sent Suzy away. She stood in a corner looking sullen. It wouldn't do to let her get too high an opinion of herself. She might turn out to be more of a problem than Janet. A twist of the shower head aimed the stream of water against the shower wall.
Devotedly, Janet soaped Jack's body from top to toe. She paid particular attention to his cock and balls, the crack of his ass. Then she soaped her own body and, using it like a sponge, wrapped herself around him, rubbed herself against him until her soapy tits were hard and hungry.
She slid to her knees behind him. He felt her slick hands on Jiis ass. He felt her thumbs spreading his tight ass-cheeks. He leaned forward and pushed his ass back at her. Her hot breath touched his crack, then she was wedging her face into the crevice. He felt her lips working, felt her tongue digging, probing. It touched his ass-hole. A shudder ripped through him as he felt her warm, slippery tongue stroking his winkie. She pressed her tongue tip at his ass-hole, and slowly wedged it into the tight gate.
Clutching his hips, her hands seeking, then finding his rising dick, she drove her tongue into his ass-hole. Her breath burned his crack. His balls swayed against her chin as she split his cheeks with her face. The feel of her tongue drilling into his ass-hole brought a new surge of life to his exhausted dick.
"What's she doing?" Suzy asked in an apprehensive whisper.
"Kissing my ass," Jack answered, seeing the shock and lust on his niece's face. "You'll have to try it some time."
Suzy licked her lips, then frowned in disgust and shook her head.
When Janet's tongue began pistoning in his ass-hole, Jack let his pleasure show on his face. It felt like a hot, wet worm was sliding in and out of his ass.
Forced to come up for air, Janet finally pushed away from him. She stayed sitting on her heels. Her chest was heaving. Jack turned. He had thought of another way to display his power over the woman.
"Chin up," he ordered her.
The blonde obeyed. Her eyes closed, head tipped back, she waited dutifully. Jack knew that she knew what was coming. Her mute willingness made his guts tighten, Grasping his dick, he fought the resistance of his semi-hard-on, managed to squeeze a burning trickle of piss through his tool. And that released the flood.
He swept the golden stream over Janet's forehead, down over her eyes, over her nose, into her half-open mouth. Then he played it over her chin, throat and breasts, used his piss to wash the lather off her. He felt Suzy watching, and out of the corner of his eye, saw she was cramming the knuckles of one fist into her shocked mouth. He had a lot of piss stored up, and didn't rush the process of hosing Janet down with it. Streaming rivulets of hot piss parted the soap coating her tummy and thighs. The yellow stream spattered off the slopes of her tits.
Without him asking her to, she brought her hands up and rubbed the mixture of soap and piss into her flesh. Her stiff nipples testified to her incredible arousal. He wrung his bladder out until it hurt, and two or three more little spurts came out.
His cock surged up to full hardness again, and Janet's eyes glowed at the sight of it. She was still smearing her lush tits with piss and soap.
"Now, Jack?" she asked. "Please?"
"Your ass, baby," he said. "Your ass."
"Any place, Jack, any place at all," she agreed.
She squirmed around on the wet soapy floor, turned her back on him, and lowered her cheek to the cold, hard tiles. She raised her lush ass. Reaching back, she pulled her cheeks apart, showed him the dusky pucker of her ass-hole.
Dropping to his knees behind the eager blonde, Jack set the head of his soap-slick dick on the puckered target. With a slow, steady drive, he sank his cock into her winkie. He watched the muscle stretch slowly, felt the tight velvety embrace of her ass-hole drag open the slit at the tip of his pecker.
Sliding along on a greasing layer of soap, his cock entered her hot, slick depths in one smooth stroke.
The pistoning drive brought a long, animal moan of pleasure from Janet. She wiggled her backside, pushed back against him to make sure she had all of him up her ass. Grasping her hips, Jack drew his dick out. He watched how her clinging bung was tugged outward by the friction. Then he slid his cock back into her greasy depths. Reaching around her, he stuffed his fingers into her flooding, slippery pussy. He felt how her cunt was squeezed by his cock up her ass.
Since he had come so much already, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to squeeze out anymore jizz, but the pleasure of stroking his dick in her ass was so great that he didn't care. Janet was coming. He could feel her juices flooding over his hand, dripping down his swinging balls. He kept stroking and stroking and stroking his cock into her ass.
He felt the hot fire building in his guts, and knew he had another load. He stroked and stroked and stroked, and the fire and the itch grew and grew and grew. One more stroke, one more blazing wipe of her crapper walls against the nerve-trigger of his dick, and his cum erupted into her bowels. His cock spasmed with a long, slow, powerful pumping, and a blazing enema burst into her depths.
After so many orgasms, this one was almost as much pain as it was pleasure. But even the pain was pleasant. His mouth open in a silent growl, Jack wrung his last drizzles of cum into his mistress's ass.
His young niece looked on in amazement.