Chapter 13
Bette's father was amazed when she told him of her experiences with their neighbors Tom and Edith and then he was almost panting when she told him they would go to visit them that evening.
"And you've invited Honey to join us?"
"Of course. She's dying to see that twelve-inch cock of Tom's."
"To tell the truth, so am I. Do you plan on taking all that tool up your snatch?"
"I haven't decided. Would you like it up your ass?"
"No thanks," he replied with feeling.
The thought was still very much in his mind a few hours later when the three arrived at their neighbor's door.
"Edith," Bette's father said as she admitted them, "I can't believe how you've changed."
"I owe everything to that darling daughter of yours. She changed my life completely. I was just a frumpy housewife, now I'm a poised, sophisticated woman of the world."
"So I see. You're a real beauty. You've even lost your accent."
"That was just one more part of the change, Bret. Bette is the most amazing person I've ever met."
"I'll let you in on a secret, Edith. I don't think she's a person at all. She's more than just a mere mortal. Christ, you're so beautiful," he repeated as his gaze moved over the big woman in the sexy black satin dress that was cut low to display her lush, white breasts and which clung to her wide, well fleshed hips and buttocks.
"If you think I'm so beautiful, why don't you take me in your arms and show me, Bret."
His eyes shining, Bret reached for the hostess and then they were kissing wetly, passionately, his hands rubbing the back of her dress, discovering the bigness and firmness of a pair of buttocks he hungered to see and to play with and, if luck was with him, to press firmly against with his penis up her rectum to the hilt.
After the kiss, Edith went to Honey and guided the big black woman into another sexy embrace.
"I'm dying to see you in the nude, Honey," Edith told her after the kiss. "You're a big beauty and you'll be my first black lover."
"Thanks, Edith. When the two of us get down to the bare meat and start romping, we'll really turn the rest of them on."
Edith embraced Bette, they shared a sexy kiss, then Bette asked where Tom was.
"He's fixing drinks and that reminds me," she said, looking at her watch. "That little bitch is two minutes late. Her bare ass will pay dearly for that."
At that moment, Tom walked hurriedly into the room carrying a tray of drinks. But nobody looked at the tray.
Instead, they stared at Tom in disbelief. He/she was wearing a blonde wig which framed a skillfully made up face that looked very female. The dress was cut low to reveal a padded red bra.
From the waist, the dress flared and the hem was high, showing the expanded tops of nylons on hairless thighs that also looked quite feminine and, Bret observed to his surprise, very sexy.
"I'm sorry to be late, Mistress," the maid said with a bow, then he put the tray down on the low coffee table.
As he did, the skirt rode high so that Bret and the others were able to see how a pair of red panties hugged a smooth behind, covering little of it. There were many bruises on the white buttocks and thighs, obviously left behind by a strap or other implement of punishment.
Feasting his eyes on the sight, Bret hoped he would be permitted to bugger the shemale before the party was over.
"You're not as sorry as you're going to be," Edith told her husband.
"Oh please, Mistress," Tom pleaded as he dropped to his knees and looked up at her, his eyes already wet with tears that would soon be flowing freely, "not with all these people here. Please."
"Silly girl," Edith taunted as she turned away from him and picked up a drink, inviting the others to follow suit. "Our guests are going to watch me spank and strap my silly little girl's bare bum. They're going to hear her crying like a baby and they're going to join me in subjecting you to every form of humiliation."
"Please, Mistress," the kneeling figure begged.
"Why are you acting so silly?" Edith demanded. "Lord knows, you've been spanked and humiliated in front of my friends before."
"Yes, Mistress, but they were always women."
"So that's it, is it? I'm glad it humiliates you to have a man present. I'm going to cash in on that. If my friend Bret cares to, he may bugger your ass after I've painted it flaming red with my hand, my slipper and the strap."
"Oh no ... please ... please ... not that."
"Stand up you silly thing. Raise your skirt and show our guests your pretty little panties."
Tom gasped, then, blushing like the girl he pre tended to be, the man slowly raised his skirt high and there were more gasps from the audience.
Above the waistband of the clinging bikini panties protruded what looked like about eight or nine inches of very stiff penis. For all his pleading and apparent discomfort, it was clear that Tom was highly aroused.
"I've never seen a girl wear panties quite like that," Bette observed and joined the others in laughing while the shemale squirmed and blushed.
"You know the house rules, bitch," Edith snapped, a malevolent expression on her face. "You are not permitted to get a hard-on without permission."
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help it. It just happened."
"Hard-ons don't just happen. You must be harboring lustful thoughts and desires."
"Oh no, Mistress, I swear it."
"You're lying. That means additional punishment. Do you dare tell me you can look at Bette and Honey without wanting to see and touch those beautiful tits and asses and cunts? Do you?"
"No, Mistress. I'm sorry."
"Make that cock go soft at once."
"I ... I can't," he replied and began to sob, very close to crying.
"That does it," Edith announced and, putting her drink down, went to sit on an armless chair, the hem of her dress pulled above her hips to display lovely, firm, big thighs, the whiteness of which contrasted excitingly with the black suspenders and panties.
"Honey dear, take her panties down for me, will you, please?"
"Sure thing, Edith. One pair of panties coming down."
As Honey tugged the panties down, she closed a hand around a very stiff tool that felt as hard as a bone, then she ran her other hand over a bared buttock.
"Your bum is so cool and white," she observed aloud, winking at Edith.
"I can assure you that will change," Edith said as she patted her thighs. "Get over here to have your ass soundly spanked."
The sobbing maid, mammoth penis swaying, hurried to her, holding the skirt well above his waist, then Edith grabbed a wrist and pulled him sprawling across the platform of lovely, smooth, firm thighs.
She positioned him to her right so that his erection was poking under her thighs. Delighting in the sight, Honey bent to get a better view of the tool and saw that it was twitching, the big head swollen as though it would explode.
As Edith began spanking the upturned buttocks, it was clear that she wasn't easing up. Each slap rang through the room like a shot and left a fiery red blotch. Tom began his crying with the first stinging smack and continued while his wife spanked in obvious enjoyment, scolding mixed with curses, threats and words of humiliation.
"Jesus, she doesn't fool around. Look at the color of those ass cheeks," Bette said to her father.
"I'm looking. I never knew that spanking could be such a turn-on." As he spoke, Bret unzipped his fly and took his hard penis out to provide a measure of relief. The gentle hand of his daughter provided that for him.
When the victim's buttocks, thighs and hips had been totally painted red and flecked with purple bruises, Edith delivered one more lusty spank, then pushed him onto the floor.
"Christ, I hope he didn't break that beautiful bone," Honey said, fervently.
"Wouldn't that be a terrible waste?" Bette agreed as she saw the crying shemale turn over, painfully and noted that his erection was still in splendid condition, despite the fall and the spanking.
"That was only the beginning," Edith announced as she got to her feet and, her face flushed with excitement, she went to the table to rescue her drink, her big breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
"You're really something, Edith," Bette said as she squeezed one of the woman's buttocks. "One of these days I'll ask you to give me a spanking. Not that hard, mind you," she added with a rueful grin.
"I'd love to, darling. In my new life, I've spanked a few feminine bums and I must admit, I love it. Say the word and I'll give you a brisk spanking that will delight you. Your beautiful bum will get warm, a bit hot and all tingly."
While they sipped their drinks, the group looked often at the softly crying, whimpering victim who stood bent from the waist, hands resting on the arm of a chair, skirt tossed over his back to display the glowing buttocks and still very hard penis.
"How long can he keep that thing hard?" Honey asked her hostess.
"For hours and hours, if I permit it. Sometimes, even before I spank him, I jerk it off or make him beat his bishop until he shoots. When I beat him after that, you can believe it's all punishment, no pleasure."
"I'm glad he didn't whack off," Honey said. "There is a nice place between my thighs where I want to feel a cock like that."
"Then you will, my dear. Mind you, he won't be allowed to go off in your cunt. We want to keep that clean for sucking, but I'll see to it that he makes you come all you want."
"Yummy. Speaking of that, if I don't have a come soon my panties will catch fire."
"I think that applies to all of us, darling. Let's get some clothes off. Both of you leave your panties on. You'll find out why."
"I think I can guess," Bette replied as she and the others began undressing.
When they finished, Bret was naked and hard as a rock. The women were all bare breasted, each admiring the breasts of the othrs, and wore only garter belts, nylons, panties and shoes.
On command, Tom stood and removed everything except his bra, garter belt and nylons.
"I see that bra isn't all padding," Bette told Edith.
"I have him on hormones. His tits are developing very nicely. I expect that within about six months he won't need the padding in his bra."
"How sexy," Bret said as he gave his bone a few tugs. "I don't normally go for guys, but I'd love to slip this up his asshole and ride his red ass."
"Be my guest," Edith told him. "Mind you, I was rather hoping I'd feel that in my cunt."
"And I was hoping I'd get it there, Edith. I'd love to fuck you, especially with your husband watching. That would be a real kick."
"He'll not only watch, dear, he'll guide your cock into my cunt. He's often watched me play lick the pussy with other women, but this will be the first time he's seen me getting fucked. I'm really going to enjoy it. Mind if we girls have a little romp first?"
"Mind? Hell, I'd love that."
With instant obedience, Tom went to his wife and gently removed her panties. Crouching at her feet, he lovingly kissed her vulva, then spread the lips and let his tongue lick slowly through her wet slit three times. Obviously knowing the routine well, he moved behind her and, holding her by the hips, he lovingly kissed chubby buttocks, then licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her crack.
After that, he went to Bette and did the same with an effect that kept his tool twitching, then it was the turn of Honey, who sighed loudly as he stripped her white nylon panties down and off, then ministered orally to her vulva, buttocks and crack, obviously delighting in his first oral contact with brown skin.
As he moved out of the way, the three women sat on the thick carpet and began playing, kissing, fondling and sucking breasts, playing with buttocks and fingering warm, wet vaginas. Staring intently, Bret had to resist the mad urge to masturbate and he hoped he wouldn't go off in the air when he watched them move into a daisy chain and then the three beauties were sucking and being sucked.
They filled the room with erotic sounds of sucking and sighing, then Edith provided a different sound as she climaxed. Before she finished, Honey's beautiful brown body was jerking furiously and then Bette followed with a magnificent orgasm.
Later, as the three sighing women sat up, breasts in exciting motion, Bret observed that each one licked her lips, as though to savor one more taste of vaginal dew.
"How about that fuck now, Edith?" Bret asked in a quavering tone. "This cock is about to explode and so are my balls."
"I'd love it, dear. I hope you'll play with me a bit before you slip it to me."
"Love to," he assured her as he sat on the carpet with her and reached for her breasts as the others got drinks, then returned to watch the foreplay and act of copulation.
Bret and Edith were like groom and bride as they writhed together on the carpet to the erotic delight of the others, including Tom who was afraid he would lose control and ejaculate at the sight of the man making love to his panting, sighing wife.
Bret fondled and sucked the big breasts until Edith moaned that her nipples felt raw, then he shifted his attention to her buttocks, thighs and the hot, wet slit between them.
Even when she jerked and grunted through a fierce orgasm, Bret kept going. She was lying face down as he bent over her and ministered to her buttocks, crack and anus with mouth and tongue.
After he had given her anus a nice licking to add to the joy of her orgasm, Bret drew the big cheeks apart for a look between them. When he saw the little pink ring of her anus, he couldn't resist touching it with the tip of a finger, then he worked the finger in and made her do a lot more squirming.
"Ooh, that feels funny," Edith said as he fingered, gently, slowly.
"It may feel funny with my finger, but I don't think your husband will find it so funny when I go up his ass with my stiff cock."
"Oh yes, Bret, yes. I'm dying to see you doing it, buggering his red ass. Fuck me, Bret, fuck me."
Bret withdrew his finger and she turned over, firm thighs wide apart to welcome his throbbing penis to her vagina, but Bret surprised her. Instead of his penis, he hurried his face into her crotch and she didn't act at all unhappy as he began to suck and lick a hot, wet pussy and went on doing so until she was crying out in orgasm, her big, naked body jerking, bare bum bouncing on the thick carpet.
"Oh Christ, that was good, Bret. You're a first class cunt lapper. To think we've been neighbors all these years."
"Concentrate on the years ahead, sweetie," Bret told her as he knelt up and waved his erection at her, then he called to her husband who hurried to them.
"Get down here. Take my cock in your hand and guide it up your wife's cunt," he told the red bottomed shemale.
As he lowered himself onto the big-breasted beauty, Bret felt the helper not just holding his penis but fondling it as though enjoying his task, then Bret felt the head penetrate her hot nest and he pushed it in and heard Edith moan with joy.
"Oh Bret, I've dreamed about this moment for years," she told him as she held him tightly.
She lay with her legs bent back over her body as Bette and Honey, on each side of her, lay staring intently while Bret buried his bone in her slippery penis softener until it was in to the roots, then he began to give her a slow, gentle ride, delighting the viewers with the sight of his long, shiny tool working in and out of the big circle her slit had become.
It was the first time Honey had watched a humping and her excitement was obvious as she and Bette swapped comments and stole touches of the slowly pistoning tool and the hairy sac that swayed and bounced off Edith's big bare behind with each stroke.
"Oh Bret," Edith said, panting, "you're such a great fucker. I love the way you give it to me in long, slow strokes."
"I'm glad you like it, dear," Bret replied. "You really are a great fuck. Your body responds so nicely. Take it, darling, take it ... take it," he panted, timing the words with the strokes of his tool, "take it ... take cock ... take it up the cunt ... take it ... take it...."
Their dialogue was interrupted when Edith climaxed. Her orgasm was strong and she bucked furiously, but her rider stayed in the saddle and, after she finished, the ride resumed.
Bret again rode slowly for about a minute, then he changed the pace suddenly as his own completion let him know it was ready to happen. He pumped penis into that slippery slit with blinding speed, panting hard and his body banging her crotch and belly, then with a low cry, he pressed down hard and the viewers watched his behind jerking as he pumped his charge into her sucking snatch until he was drained and both he and Edith were sighing in contentment.
Edith called for a drink break and Tom was sent to prepare the necessities. The others found lots to talk about. Edith began to play with Honey's big breasts in an almost innocent manner, but then she became aroused and as Bette and her father watched, the big brown beauty lay back with her crotch wide open so that Edith could fill it with her face. White hands rubbing brown thighs and tummy, Edith gave the woman a lovely lapping which resulted in a strong, noisy orgasm.
When Tom returned with the drinks, his wife granted him permission to go to the kitchen and have a drink. She allowed him fifteen minutes, he thanked her and, ten minutes later, he appeared in the doorway and asked for permission to return. His stiffly twitching tool was mute evidence of his enjoyment of the subservient role.
"I still can't believe that cock," Honey said as she played with it. "I wonder how much of that a woman could take in her mouth."
"Great idea. Let's have a contest," Bette suggested and the others agreed.
Bette produced a lipstick and Edith bent in front of her husband. She tried for more than thirty seconds, gagged a couple of times, then signalled she was finished and Bette drew a lipstick line, less than halfway down the shaft.
Honey was next and the lipstick quickly disappeared into her mouth. She persisted, took more of the shaft in, then gave the signal wave. The line Bette drew was a good two inches beyond Edith's achievement.
"Make room for a winner," Bette said as she handed the lipstick to Edith, gripped the strong bone and began taking it into her mouth. Obviously enjoying her work, Bette kept lowering her face, making humming sounds as she took it in.
The first lipstick line vanished, then the second, but Bette wasn't finished and then, as the others began making bets on the possibility of her taking the whole thing, she was forced to give up. Her lipstick line was a good two inches beyond Honey's.
"I think I'd rather see if I can take it all up my cunt," Honey told Edith. "Mind if I try?"
"Not at all, dear, just be sure you don't make him shoot his load. Lie down," she told her husband and he did, his tool poking up like a mast.
The others gathered around as Honey squatted above the man, fitted the head into her slit and sighed as she began to lower herself. A little at a time, she impaled herself until the last inch of shaft was in her vagina, she rubbed her behind on the man, then slowly rose until she was free of the instrument which shone with her juice.
Bette followed suit and very quickly was rubbing her bottom on the man, his tool totally buried, then when the man reported he was close to ejaculation, she got up.
"It's time to beat the bitch some more," Edith told her friends. "Normally, I'd have him jerk off, but I'll listen to any suggestions."
"I'd love to suck him off," Honey said, eagerly.
"So would I," Bette enthused, "but you may have him."
"Wait," Edith told the two. "Let's make a contest. Honey, you take it in your mouth and give him ten slow sucks, then Bette will do the same. You'll keep going that way and we'll see who gets the cream."
While he and Edith watched the two contestants at work on the big bone, he played with her breasts and buttocks and fingered her slit so that she was soon squirming hotly and his penis was rising in erection.
"You feel about ready to bugger my little girl's ass," she said as she squeezed the shaft. "I sure as hell am."
"Okay. I'll lubricate his hole before I strap him. That way, as soon as I drop the strap, you can ram it up his red ass while he's still crying. That should be fun."
They ended their conversation as they heard the man pant the word that he was going to go off. Bette had just given the ninth slow suck, she sucked again and when he didn't go off, she gave two more sucks then he was shooting and drinking as he pumped semen into her mouth, giving her as generous a drink of semen as she had ever experienced.
"You cheated," Honey said, pouting, then laughing.
"Honey's right, Bette," Edith told her young friend. "You took twelve sucks and stole the cream that should have been hers," she added with a stern expression.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bette challenged, hands on hips as she guessed what the woman had in mind and wanted it, suddenly highly aroused.
"What I'm going to do is take you over my lap and give your bare bum a good spanking. Come here." Bette pretended to protest, but Edith grabbed her by the wrist, gave her one stinging spank, then dragged her to the chair and pulled her across the big thighs. Bret felt his tool rise to strong erection as he watched what was happening to his daughter, then Edith was scolding and spanking the lovely buttocks while Bette sobbed, pleased and begged for mercy.
Edith didn't spank nearly as hard as she had when her husband was over her lap, but the spanks still rang loudly and Bette's bottom colored nicely as she squirmed over the firm thighs without trying to take her pink bum away.
The spanking went on until Bette was crying real tears and her nether cheeks glowed bright red, then the spanking stopped, Bette got to her feet, her eyes shining wetly with excitement as she rubbed the hotly tingling cheeks with both hands.
"Come to the couch, baby," Honey told her. "Mummy will kiss you better."
They hurried to the couch, but Honey ignored the bright red buttocks and fitted her mouth to Bette's vulva and went on to do a lot more than kissing, so much more that Bette was soon crying out in beautiful orgasm.
"That," Bette announced as she got up and again put her hands on her buttocks to savor the hot tingling, "was the first of many, many spankings for me. I'm hooked."
"Delighted to hear that, angel," her father told her as he felt one of the hot rounds. "I hope Daddy will be permitted to give you some of those spankings."
"If you're a good little boy, there will be many times when I'll be the naughty little girl and you'll be my stern daddy," she told him with a grin as he squeezed a buttock and trembled with anticipation.
And then they turned their attention to Edith. She was scolding her husband as he bent over, feet wide apart, behind arched, hands gripping the arm of a chair. In her right hand she held a wide leather strap.
And then she wasn't just holding it, she was swinging it and Tom was dancing and crying to the enjoyment of his audience, his limp long tool swaying. Panting and sweating as she strapped her loudly crying victim, Edith went on and on with the strapping until her victim's buttocks were a blend of dark red and purple, then she sighed as the strap fell from her hand and she stepped back, smiling at Bret as he walked to the crying man, his tool obviously ready for the task at hand.
Standing close behind Tom, he pushed his member between a pair of red cheeks, paused to savor the heat, then he gave one slow push and the head popped into a very tight anus. Another jab pushed more of it into the man, then he gripped him by the hips and began jabbing it home.
In addition to crying, Tom was moaning as his rectum took the first stiff penis it had ever known.
"It's too big," he protested between sobs. "It hurts. Please stop. Please don't fuck me anymore."
"Shut up and take your fucking, bitch," Bret said and gave his victim a stinging slap on each hip, then he renewed his grip with both hands and began buggering. He humped at medium speed and with long strokes, his tummy spanking the already well beaten behind of the man while the women stared in awe at the strange sight of one naked man buggering another.
Because he had already given Edith one charge, Bret lasted a long time before he winced, let a little cry escape from his throat then he pressed firmly against the arched, hot behind and his body began jerking strongly as he pumped a very big, high pressure charge into the tight aperture.
There was a babble of excited conversation as Bret took his spent tool out.
"That was wild, Daddy," Bette told her father. "Think of it, you've fucked both a man and his wife in one night."
"Now that you mention it, I did at that. It isn't going to be the last time either."
"Come to the bathroom, Daddy, and I'll wash your cock for you."
In the bathroom, Bette ran a basin of warm water and lovingly washed her father's tool, drawing the skin well back to ensure that it was perfectly cleansed.
As she washed, they talked about the excitement the evening had provided and of all the fun they would enjoy in the future.
"Think of how wonderful it would be if your mother stayed away," Bret said with a sigh.
"I was thinking that, Daddy, but now I have another idea. What if I were to seduce her, get her turned on to swinging sex and then we could swing as a whole fucking family?"
"Bette, I don't think you're kidding," he told her with a serious expression. "I don't think that's even remotely possible, but then again, if anyone in the world could ever do it, that person is you."
"It's in the bag, Daddy," Bette assured her father.
"That's no way to talk about your mother, dear," he scolded and they laughed as they returned to their friends.