Chapter 10
Betty drove home in her car. Her parents drove in her mother's car. The threat of having her ass spanked bothered her. She was twenty-two years old. By now, exposing a naked body to another man didn't bother Betty. But having her bare ass exposed to her father's view made her feel uneasy. She hoped it was just an idle threat.
She arrived home before her parents. Betty went to her room and waited for them to get there.
The sound of a car driving up announced their arrival. She heard them come into the house. There was no conversation. They came up to her room and walked in.
"All right!" Walter Miller declared. "Get your clothes off! Right now!"
Howls of protest came from both women. It was indecent for a daughter to be nude before her father! It was incestuous! It was humiliating!
He listened to the barrage for a short while. Walter stood in the room showing quiet patience.
"No more conversation!" he interrupted. "After what my daughter's done, I can't see how she can be humiliated. Imagine how indecent it would be if I had viewed that picture or listened to the tape. As far as incest is concerned, at least it will be an improvement over the caliber of her previous consorts." His voice became more stern. "I want both of you to take off your clothes immediately without any more talk. Take the punishment you deserve!"
While Betty was reluctant to co-operate, Emily was having flashes of salacious inclinations. She hadn't had this feeling for her husband for some time. Emily knew the threat of punishment meant some pain. It also had sensual overtones.
The two women stood naked, waiting for his next move. Walter sat down on the bed. "Come here!" he beckoned Betty. She approached him with reluctant steps. "Daddy, please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.
"Over my knees!" he ordered.
She draped herself across his knees. As Emily watched in fascination, she felt her cunt getting damp. To Emily, the spanking represented a kind of sex act. She had never witnessed others having sex. Her experience with sex were acts involving just herself.
Walter's hand rose and fell sharply across Betty's buttock. SMACK! The sound of flesh striking flesh sent thrilling shivers cascading down Emily's spine. She wondered if her husband would do any more than spank them.
"OUCH! That hurts!" Betty exclaimed. Her body jerked on her father's lap. She tried to twist free. Walter's left hand was curled about her waist, keeping her pinned to his lap.
She felt the hot sting of the blow. Her father struck two more hard blows. SMACK! SMACK! Betty's body flinched and squirmed under his grip. Tears came to her eyes. Tears of pain and humiliation. Her ass was enflamed from the burning smacks. The tender white skin of her buttocks were a deep red.
Another slap on her fiery ass made her cry out again. "OUCH! No more, Daddy! Please stop! I'll behave! I'll do anything you want!"
As her body rubbed across her father's thighs, Betty discovered an exciting revelation. Her clitoris rubbed against the coarse material of his trousers. An electric spark ignited a lustful glow in her loins. She ground her cunt against his leg.
When the fifth blow struck her ass, she rubbed her snatch harder against his leg. The incandescent fire in her twat made her pussy sweat. Betty felt the juices lubricating her snatch. The thrilling contact of her quim rubbing his leg made the spanking bearable.
Walter struck her ass a sixth time and released her. Betty stood up, still crying. Gingerly, she touched the reddened buttocks. She pretended that she was still hurt. Betty wished he had continued a little bit more. Through tear-filled eyes, she looked at her father. Her eyes shifted to his crotch. There was no mistaking the bulge there.
He stood up and removed his trousers. His prick made an insouciant appearance. His hard-on poked its head out from the fly of his boxer shorts.
The women gasped. "Walter! You're exposing yourself to your daughter! How could you?" Emily shouted at him.
Emily never thought the sight of husband's prick could arouse her lustful desires. Yet, there was his protruding erection! There was no mistaking the thrilling feeling that flowed through her blood.
"Shut up! Both of you!" he ordered. "Now, my dear daughter, since you're inclined to give your body so freely to others, you won't mind satisfying your father a little! To put it bluntly! I'm going to fuck you in the ass! It's against my principles to fuck you in the cunt. Get over here and bend over!"
Betty couldn't believe this was her father speaking. This was some kind of a crazy dream! But the spanking had evoked a licentious urge! She knew it was wrong to fuck with her father. The temptation was too strong to resist. Betty considered the morality of the question. A sudden mental barrier went up, shutting out her conscience. She had a strong desire to have a cock in her.
Betty turned around, doubled over, presenting her crimson buttocks to her father. He went to her dresser and took a jar of cold cream. Two fingers scooped some of the lubricant out.
With one of his fingers lubricating her hole, Betty found the contact increasing her sexual desire. Walter removed his finger. The excess cream was smeared on his cock. The initial contact of the cock pressing into the tight sphincter sent an ecstatic shiver shooting along her spine.
It wasn't so much the erogenous union that excited Betty as the fact that it was her father. His prick slid along her anal canal. The full length of his prong was imbedded up to the hilt in her asshole. She felt the material of his underwear against the skin of her still stinging rump. Walter had taken off his clothes except for his underwear.
He held her hips as he plunged his cock deep into the confined hole. A voluptuous shiver made her tremble with delight. The impaction in her ass wasn't punishment! It was a carnal pleasure! She delighted in the venereal bond linking them together now.
Emily stood watching, enraptured by the scene. Her husband was fucking their daughter! And not in the usual way! Her eyes stared, fascinated, at his prick imbedded in the small, tight asshole.
She was intrigued by the appearance of the asshole. It surprised her how elastic the sphincter was. The lips of the asshole stretched to accommodate her husband's large cock. Emily saw the start of her daughter's cunt just beyond the dilated anus. The shaved cunt also fascinated her. Its appearance was an obscene wanton one. She liked it. Emily decided she would also shave her snatch.
The scene of father buggering daughter aroused Emily. She wanted to pull them apart and substitute her ass in Betty's place. It filled her with a lustful craving that had to be satisfied. The sensual sphincter evoked mixed salacious feelings. Watching her husband fuck Betty was very thrilling. Watching made her desire to participate one way or another.
Emily's hands drifted down to her cunt. She splayed her legs, bending them slightly. Her fingers dipped into the erogenous slit, titillating her senses. A slight feeling of intoxication seeped into her. She pushed one finger into her cunt hole and frigged in cadence with her husband's coital thrusts. She followed his penile movements as it slid in and out of Betty's ass in measured strokes. Emily kept cadence with him.
The fingers of her other hand captured her clitoris. Emily rubbed the engorged papule, intensifying the voluptuousness of her rapture. She closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating pleasure of her tantalizing fingers. Her mouth opened as she sucked in draughts of air.
"Ahhrrrr! Ahhhrrrr!" Emily groaned in ecstatic delirium. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" she murmured. The tactile stimulation increased her sensual ardor.
She opened her eyes to continue the observation of her husband in action. Betty and Walter appeared to be totally involved and loving every minute of it.
Emily felt the orgasmic palpitations growing stronger. Her fingers paused for a moment, interrupting the impending climax. She wanted to come at the same time as her husband. She was trying to create a vicarious transformation. Walter and she would climax at the same time. In her mind, Betty's place would be taken over by Emily.
Walter's shuttling cock continued to excite Emily. His stamina surprised her. She didn't expect him to maintain such a prolonged fuck. Her fingers resumed the tantalizing movements on her snatch. Walter's ass was moving back and forth at a faster tempo. Soon, he would be shooting his wad into Betty's sass. Emily wanted to be ready! At the physiological moment, her own orgasm would be spending at the same time. Her fingers massaged her cunt and clitoris at a faster pace. Any moment, the flow of juices would start!
The presence of her father's prick moving in and out of her anal sheath filled Betty with a feeling of carnal well-being. She had experienced other cocks in her ass. Some had excited her, like the cocksman! This was something else! A new dimension had been added to her salacious ecstasy. Her father's cock was plowing her anal fields!
His cock scraping along the rectal muscles caused sparks of carnal thrills to ignite in her quim. She wished his prick was pumping inside her damp coosy. Betty moved a hand to her naked twat. Her fingers teased the erogenous clitty and slipped into the wet folds of reddish flesh. The erotic contact heightened the ecstatic delirium she enjoyed. She closed her eyes in dreamy bliss.
Emily's sighs of sensual exhilaration caused Betty to open her eyes. Tilting her head, she caught sight of her mother masturbating herself. The erotic scene stimulated Betty more. She rubbed her clitty harder and faster.
The rhythm of her father's penile thrusts accelerated. Any moment now, his hot jism would burst into the confined space of her asshole. Betty wanted to come at the same time.
She wriggled her ass in an erratic rotating sequence. Her hips rocked to and fro, keeping pace with the tempo of his pistoning cock. The two joined bodies moved in frenzied coital movement. Walter made his final shove. It was a hard deep thrust as the first spasms contracted and expanded in his fleshy tube.
The viscous globs of come spattered onto the sensitive anal muscles. Betty was aware of the continued spurts of semen flowing into her asshole. She thrilled as the orgasmic spasms pulsated against her sphincter.
Her fingers maintained a frenzied tattoo of erotic rubbing on her cunt. Seconds after her father's climax, the voluptuous thrill of her orgasm spilled into her twat.
"Ohhhrrr! That feels so good!" Betty exclaimed in ecstatic approval. Her voice was a low groan.
Emily also spent in heavy flooding. Her tactile manipulation sent erogenous vibrations into her pussy. A ripple of sensual pulsations radiated from her snatch through the pit of her stomach. She felt the climactic contractions clutching at her entrails. An intense exquisite feeling of erotic rapture accompanied the deep orgasmic spasms.
Masturbating herself was something Emily hadn't done for some time. She was still able to evoke an intense erotic reaction from it. The sight of her husband coming into Betty's ass; watching Betty masturbate herself; her own erogenous stimulation; all these were too much for Emily.
She collapsed to the floor. Still conscious but drained from the emotional strain, Emily waited for her turn.
She was in heat! Emily couldn't wait for her husband to attack her. The prospect of having a gratifying sex session with him was very exciting.
Walter Miller withdrew his prick from its venereal resting place. Betty turned around after straightening up. She gazed with affection at his flaccid cock. It had serviced her well.
"Lie down on the bed on your stomach!" Walter ordered his wife.
The nape of Emily's neck prickled with goose-bumps that erupted all over her body. A licentious chill quivered along her spine. It bounced into her quim causing it to tingle with carnal expectations.
She was prone on the bed. Walter sat down on the small of her back. Her full rounded buttocks were vulnerable, exposed to any attack. Walter's hands slid along the pads of her ass. Emily shivered with erotic delight at the touch of his hands. The tactile exploration was a gentle caress. The lull before the storm! Emily waited for the spanking to begin. Her cunt was drooling in eager anticipation.
Walter's hands moved away from her ass. She braced herself for the expected blow. The asscheek muscles tensed. SMACK! The first slap struck the left buttock! SMACK! The second blow followed right after it, striking the right side of her ass!
She was determined not to cry out. The blows stung, bringing tears of pain to her eyes. Her ass felt like hot coals were poured on it. Emily felt a blanket of pain covering her entire ass. A burning stinging pain that reached deep below the surface of her buttocks. SMACK! SMACK! Two more blows were delivered with a smart slap.
Her hips bucked from the blows. Her body twitched to alleviate some of the fierce pain. Walter's body sat firmly above her croup. He had pinned against the mattress unable to free herself. She was at his mercy. His hands continued to rain sharp slaps against her fiery red flesh.
Emily wasn't sure whether he had struck six or eight times. The searing ache in her buttocks was unbearable. At the same time, a compensating sensation materialized in her cunt. She felt the mild erotic tingles. Her quim was damp with erogenous sweat.
SMACK! Another blow struck the sensitive asscheek. "No more, please, Walter, no more!" she cried out in agony.
The spanking had served its purpose. It had aroused her, making her desire immediate sexual congress. The ass beating evoked strong carnal urges. Emily knew her husband would take her soon! In the ass, in the cunt! It didn't matter! For the first time in a long time, the Millers would both enjoy the pleasure of a fuck.
Walter removed himself from her back. "Get off the bed!" he ordered.
Emily got off the bed with some effort. Her ass burned something fierce! The heating emanating from it spread to the small of her back. She also felt it in the upper "portion of her thighs. Her memory could not recall ever receiving such a beating. She grimaced from the pain.
Walter was seated on the edge of the bed. "Suck me off!" he demanded.
Witnessing her mother get spanked maintained the erotic spark in Betty's quim. She never thought being a spectator to a sex act could arouse her this way. The thrill her mother experienced was appreciated by Betty. The pain was a secondary factor. It was the exquisite rapture connected with the venereal aspect that was thrilling.
Betty watched her mother kneel between her father's legs. Emily was having a little difficulty getting down on her knees. Her face twisted with pain from the effort.
She watched Emily bow her head. Her hand cupped Walter's balls. His dormant cock stuck out from the balls like a miniature bomb. Emily's mouth opened in a wide O and vacuumed in the shrunken prick.
With practiced skill, Emily's mouth induced an immediate hard-on. Walter's prong grew into a hard shaft of flesh. Betty watched her mother's lips lavish lascivious sucks on Walter's dick. Betty wished her father had made her suck him off instead of fucking her in the ass. The sight of her parents having sex agitated her. She felt a turmoil of passion provoking her.
Betty couldn't stand the lascivious longings that tortured her. She needed an outlet for her sexual needs. As she dressed, she kept her eyes on her parents. The more she saw, the more urgent her needs became. Betty left her room at her parents' home without saying good-bye.
Getting into her car, she drove with no special destination in mind. She needed love, sex! Something to satisfy the carnal cravings stirring inside of her. Her experience with Al made her cautious. She would try to avoid a similar situation.
As she drove down the road, Betty saw a parked car. It appeared disabled. The driver was alongside of it, waving for her to stop. Betty decided to chance stopping.
He was a young man, maybe several years older than she. Not bad looking, she thought! I wonder if he's married!
"What's up?" she asked as she slowed down.
"The damn car broke down! Can you give me a lift to the next town so I can get a mechanic or a tow?" he asked.
Betty looked him up and down in swift appraisal. "Sure! Get in!" she invited.
"Thanks!" he answered, getting in alongside of her.
As they drove, a licentious inspiration came to her. She drove with one hand, reaching out for his thigh with the other. He looked at her in surprise, saying nothing. Her hand continued up his thigh to the crotch in his pants. The expected bulge was there. Neither one of them spoke.
She zipped open his fly. Her hand sneaked into the open gap, seeking his cock. Betty felt the warm hardness of his prick. His cock in her hand sent an electrifying tingle up her hand and into her snatch.
Betty smiled at him. "Are you in any hurry?"
He smiled back. "No!" he answered. His voice was husky and low. The answer seemed stuck in his throat.
"Good! I'd like to know you better. I know a nice quiet place where we can become better acquainted! It's my apartment!" she told him.
"I'm game!" he tried to sound nonchalant. His voice had just a hint of a quiver in it as Betty's hand remained on his cock.
Betty didn't approve of her mother's infidelity. But she couldn't fault Emily's methods of getting laid! The hectic week with Al had been her baptism of carnal fire. Betty was ready to use that experience to gratify her own licentious longings.
She pulled into the curb in front of her home. Stuffing the man's prick back into his pants. Betty led the way to her place. Inside the apartment, she turned on him. Throwing herself at him, she crushed her lips to his. She opened her lips and sent out an oral probe to explore his mouth. He responded and their tongues collided in a deep soul kiss.
Their hands groped over each other's body, clutching cloth-covered erogenous parts. 'T think we'll be more comfortable with our clothes off!" Betty suggested.
They parted to remove their clothing. As she viewed the appearance of his nude body, Betty's cunt began an erotic itch. There was this gorgeous hard-on waiting to be deposited into her venereal bank. This was one deposit offering big dividends before withdrawal.
Betty moved towards him and they lay down upon her bed. Their hands caressed and fondled each other. Betty wondered how her parents were making out! No doubt, very well! She didn't know why the thought came to her in the middle of her foreplay with this man. Unless, it had to do with the way they met!
Betty doubted there would be any further sex excursions for Emily. Her father would see to that! But there was nothing wrong in getting some suggestions from her mother. After all, teaching daughters about the facts of life were mothers' responsibilities! And Emily could probably teach Betty a helluva lot!