Chapter 6
"Laura Diener wasn't really raped," Dawn and Sandra told Jack. "But the way she lost her cherry-to Biff Glaser-was almost rape. Like, they'd necked and petted a lot and all that, but she just couldn't bring herself to ... you know. Give in. So he forced her, finally. He even tore her clothes some. And ... she liked it."
Jack worked it out.
"Get her over here to spend the night, Sandra," he said at last. "Hell, you're the club president. Tell her. Saturday night. With Dawn here."
"Oh good!" Dawn grinned, jiggling in delighted excitement
"You'll have a special meeting in the basement Tell Laura you got her here because she's, oh, more sensible than the others, or something. Let her hear some of the' tape. Tell her how I got it, but not about ... what we've done."
The two girls grinned at him.
"Discuss, a little, what you're going to do about it If she has any ideas, listen to her. Sandra, this will cost us a little. Take your nighties down to the basement with you, and make sure Laura wears yours."
"You want us to change down there?"
He nodded. "Yes. With you wearing Laura's nightclothes and she wearing yours. Then, at about ten o'clock, you say you have to go up and get the bedroom ready. Sandra, tell 'er you washed the sheets, or something. Just be sure she stays down in the basement."
Both girls were jiggling and trembling involuntarily in their excitement. Their eyes were on him, large and shiny in avid attention.
"What about me, Jack?" Dawn wanted to know. She spoke almost breathlessly, her bosom heaving.
I'll be in my room. Sandra will come up and tell me eveirything's going according to the plan. You wait a few minutes after Sandra leaves, then say you have to pee or something. Take off ... and again, be certain Laura stays in the basement"
"Wow," Dawn gasped, with shining eyes. "Then you're gonna go down there and rape her!"
Jack smiled. "Oh, and the lights. Don't turn on any lights in the basement except the overhead."
Sandra nodded, grinning. "With the switch at the head of the steps!"
"Oh wow," Dawn sighed. Her hand slid down between her thighs. "My lord, Jack, you're a genius! I mean really brilliant. Lord, just thinking about it gets me all sexy!"
"Good," Jack smiled, stretching out an arm so his hand joined hers at her crotch. "Let's go to bed."
The three of them went to bed. Jack was a little tired Thursday morning, but he didn't mind much. And now he had Saturday night to look forward to. He was already thinking about a very exciting prospect: the next member of the Venus Club. Bonnie Whiteside.
I'm going to fuck those big fat white tits of hers, he thought, and had to cover up the hard-on he got right there in the furniture store where he worked as a salesman.
Sandra, meanwhile, had put the word on Laura at lunch. Laura looked mad.
"Damn, Sandra! I've got a date Saturday night!"
Sandra sighed. "I'm sorry, Laura, really. But you know what we all agreed. We, and the Club, come first. And believe me ... Laura, this is important! We're like in danger. It's so important I can't even tell you about it now. But you've got to be there. It'll be just you and me and Dawn."
Laura was one of those extremely cute girls with a ready, toothy smile and an almost childish face. She wore her side-parted auburn hair relatively short and thoroughly back-combed so that it formed a huge fluffy helmet all around her head and made her face seem even smaller and more girlish. Her eyebrows were nearly straight, and were inclined to lift in the center when she smiled, which was often. She also had one of the cutest figures in school.
Right now she wasn't smiling. She leaned forward, with a quick glance around the lunchroom.
"Sandy! What is it! Tell me!"
Sandra shook her head. "I said I didn't dare. I meant it. No." She put a little of her carefully cultivated Lady Venus tone into her voice.
The other girl leaned back with a sigh. "Oh, shit! Well, why me, then? Why just us three?"
"Because Dawn and I are the founders and, ah, guiding lights, Laura. And ... you're the most sensible of all the others."
"Sandy! Really?"
Sandra nodded solemnly.
Laura squeezed her hand. I'll be there! And don't worry ... whatever it is, the three of us can work it out! You'll see. You just bring it up, and well talk about it, and we'll put it down!"
Something like that, Sandra thought, knowing Laura couldn't know the real reason for her grin. More like Jack brings it up, though, and you put it down for my darling brother!
Jack lay sprawled on his back on his bed, reading. Wearing only a pair of jeans and socks, he was about two-thirds of the way through Story of O, which he'd already read about four times. The radio beside his bed was broadcasting the university ball game, but he wasn't paying any attention. He had had a drink, a Seven and Seven, but had decided that one was enough.
He messed with his prick every now and then, but he made sure it went back down again.
II would be nice to be like Sir Stephen, he mused. Absolutely in command. Thoroughly relentless, seemingly without emotions. "O, I want to whip you." Until she screamed and maybe bled, whatever his mood was. Then: up her ass with his ever-hard cock. And she grooved on it.
What will I do with my teenage harem once I've got 'em all together and they've gone through their second initiation?
Then there was a tap at his door, his heart jumped, he said, "Come in,? and there was Jandra's grinning face.
"Hey, baby! You'll never believe what Laura suggested we do with you!"
He cocked his head. "Come on in, and tell me, fast."
She came on in, looking very fetching in Laura Diener's slinky, long side-slit, blue nightie. It hit her just below the knees and was sleeveless and scoop-necked. Her naked tits jumped around inside. That reminded him.
"Is Laura wearing your nightie?"
She grinned. "Yes, an old one!" she said, eyes sparkling. Then she started telling him about the high-level conference downstairs.
"All we told her was that you had made the tape and had a copy, hidden somewhere. We let her hear part of it. At first she was scared silly. Then she started coming on strong. She's afraid, that's why.
Good grief, she's a cinch for Salutatorian and maybe Valedictorian when we graduate. She can't afford any hint of...." Sandra broke off, grinning. Then she said, "Naughtiness. So she suggested we get all the girls here, together, and hold a meeting and invite you."
"What?!"
"Uh-huh," Sandra nodded. "And tie you up, and whip you, do whatever we have to, to make you tell us where the other tape is." She shook her head and giggled. "Then she suggested we all play with each other, flaunt our bodies, you know, while you had to stay tied and watch."
He wasn't grinning. "The little bitch! Ouch!"
Sandra laughed. "Uh-huh. Finally, once we had the other tape, Laura thinks we should all jack you off. All of us. Until it hurts. Until your pecker's raw and you can't come any more and you're pleading for us to stop!"
"Jesus," He said, feeling a qualm in his guts, and lower.
"Then," Sandra said, "just to make sure you stay the hell out of our business and keep your mouth shut, she came up with a really groovy idea. We'd keep you tied, on your knees. She'd stand in front of you, wearing a wig and a great big bra, stuffed, and a mask, so she wouldn't be recognizable to anybody. Then we'd make you use your mouth on her, with the whips and pins and stuff. And we'd take pictures of you on your knees, with your mouth on her quimy."
After a nervously thoughtful silence, he shook his head. "That's a hell of a long and pretty complicated plan, baby. You sure she suggested all that?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die! Listen, I told you ... she's smart!"
"Also sadomasochistic," he said thoughtfully. "And she evidently can't believe a man would suck a woman because he wanted to!" He fondled the book he'd been reading. "Hmmm."
"What're you going to do, Jack?" she asked. She had one hand on his blue jeaned leg and was rubbing it, slowly.
He stared across the room, thinking. "Just what I intended," he said, his lips tight. "But ... a little more so."
His sister giggled. "Oh good!"
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Then he reached out to clamp one of her breasts in his hand, through the gown. He gazed into her dark eyes.
"And don't even think about what she suggested, honey. It's dumb. It might work, all of it. But ... nothing would make me not get back at all of you!"
She sighed. "I have to admit some of it sounded like fun. But ... I sort of figured that last part"
"Uh-huh ... Sandra. Get me the stockings I tied you with, last Sunday. And your black headband, the one with the elastic in it. Oh, and a pair of worn panties, if you have some."
"You mean like ... dirty?"
He nodded. "Oh, and do you have some more old stockings?"
"Mother has a bunch in her middle drawer. I don't know why she saves all the ones with runs in them, but ... she does." She frowned. "Did."
He patted her saucily jutting bottom. "Get 'em."
She got them, everything he'd specified, and then here came Dawn, smiling and announcing that Laura was down in the basement, patiently waiting ... and very excited, thinking about what they'd do to ... Jack Huffman.
Jack nodded and went downstairs to settle Laura's hash. After a brief explanation, Sandra went along. Dawn tagged after, nearly sexless in a flowered granny gown that should have been left with granny. At the head of the basement steps, Sandra stepped past Jack.
"Laura," she called down. "It's time for Jack to be getting home. I'm going to turn off the light from up here, and then we'll all wait in the dark, very quietly, until he's upstairs in his room!"
"Right," Laura called up softly. "The bastard!"
Grinning, Sandra flipped off the light. Then she made a little squeaky noise, stomped her bare feet a little, and was silent.
"Sandra?" Laura called. "Sandra? Dawn ... Sandra?"
Jack slipped sock-footed down the steps, carrying his equipment. He nearly ran into the girl at the foot of the stair, in the darkness.
"Sandra?" she whispered.
This part he hated to do, but he had to get it over with quickly, and not get involved with a long drawn-out chase and wrestling match with the girl.
His hard-swung palm caught her full in the face and made a terrific slapping noise. Her cry was cut off in a moan of shock and pain, and then, dropping his paraphernalia, he grabbed both shoulders of the girl; they were well-marked by the white lace of Sandra's old shorty gown, now that his eyes were widening their pupils, accustoming themselves to the dark.
At the same time as he grabbed her shoulders, he jerked one knee up. It met silky, lacy nylon of the shorty gown, a frilly babydoll, and furled it up as it rose. Then it jarred to a shuddering halt, high between her thighs.
"Glu-uck!" she gasped, gagging, as his knee rammed into her crotch and red pain flashed through her vulva.
He spun her around quickly. He had already made a loop in one end of one of the old stockings, and it was a simple matter to run a slipknot down over her right wrist. She was still so startled and weak from the slap and the knee in the cunt that she didn't begin struggling until he had both her wrists secured snugly behind her.
He released them, bent to feel about on the floor, and straightened up with a handful of slinky nylon. She opened her mouth wide and started her scream just as he stepped around her.
That made it easy for him to plunge his sister's soiled pants straight into the girl's gaping mouth.
Her scream ended in a choking, muffled sound. She danced and fought and lunged backward with her butt, hurting his crotch, as he flipped another stocking over her head and, pulling it across her mouth to hold the panties inside, knotted it behind her head. Her gagged mouth was constantly active, emitting a stream of pitiful little kitty-cat sounds that wouldn't be heard outside the basement.
Clutching her upper arm, he stepped well back and stood still for a moment, biting his hp and letting the pain subside in the crotch she had banged with her bottom. Well, he mused, we each got in a good genital-blow! But that's all for her-and I'm only just beginning!
Then he slapped one mound of what he remembered as her preposterously prominent posterior. That elicited a squeak from her and a desperate forward lunge. He let her go, and she danced wildly forward, jerking her shoulders and elbows in a fruitless attempt to free her hands.
She was bound and gagged, and he had not made a sound, other than a grunt or three. She still did not know what had happened. She might guess at his identity, but she could not be sure. So far as she knew, the little sounds she had heard before his descent had been the overpowering of Sandra, and now she was in the hands of ... a burglar? A sex-fiend?
Stumbling awkwardly, she ran her toes into the exercise mat, groaned, and fell forward onto it. He rushed after her, carrying his sister's black elastic headband. Kneeling quickly beside the wildly thrashing bound girl, he used it swiftly.
What a marvelous blindfold it made!
She was whimpering when he rose. Now she was bound, and gagged, and blindfolded as well, huddling and squirming on the exercise mat. Her back-bound wrists made it impossible for her to get to her feet, in her present state of confused desperation.
He walked back across the basement and felt along the wall at the foot of the steps. It was his house, and he found the light switch immediately. His head jerked down and he blinked as the big overhead light flashed on. Then he looked over at the helpless auburn-haired girl on the mat. . She was almost faceless, with stocking and black headband snugging across her eyes and mouth. The lacy bottom of the babydoll was rucked well up in back. Obviously she had considerably more butt than Sandra had. The babydoll's matching panties barely covered her buttocks, and they were strained terribly tight. Plump, firm-fleshed white balls bulged up above the panties, and the crease between them was displayed for a couple of inches. Below, the lower curves of her impudent rump bulged out of the briefs.
Followed by Dawn, Sandra came silently down the steps. She carried several of her own and her brother's belts. Her excited eyes were fixed on the bound and huddled girl in the center of the room. Both Sandra's and Dawn's mouths formed perfect O's.
Waving a hand, Jack nodded and went back to his prisoner. He drew a chair over near the mat and dragged the still struggling, stamping, twisting girl to her feet. Then he sat quickly and flopped her over his knees.
"Gmmmmnmmmmw!" she groaned, trying to yell. Her head jerked back and forth in a vehement no signal. "Mmm-nnjnnmmMMM!!"
He used a deliberately low, throaty voice. "Yeah," he growled, and his hand flashed up and down to land across her upturned rump. And another, on the wildly bouncing, convulsively tightening cheeks molded so tightly and beautifully by the too-tight panties. Smack! Smm-ACK!
Unable to cry out, she jerked violently and whimpered. Her mouth worked and her teeth champed, biting hard into her urine-smelling gag as her face reflected pained torment with distorted grimaces. She sobbed in pain and fear and the utter frustration of helpless blindness and voicelessness. Her breasts heaved within the flimsy, abbreviated gown, so that they rolled on her chest and flapped against his legs.
His hand rose and fell, without rhythm and without any clear indication of which hindcheek it would strike next. His palms came down with loud splats that rapped back from the basement walls. His other hand, pressing hard at the base of her back just above the dimples of her bulging, squirming butt, held her firmly in place across his knees. A helpless child accepting her punishment from a stern and silent spanker.
Blackness shrouded her eyes, but was shot through at each smack with vivid hot flashes like meteors ripping through the dark.
The thumb of the hand holding her in place was hooked into the stocking linking her wrists, keeping her hands from interfering with the hard-spanking activity of his.
Her panty-molded buttocks shuddered and tightened at each blow. Even through the pale white nylon-pale because it was stretched so tightly over her butt's uncurbed swell-the cheeks could be seen to be darkening, taking on a lovely pink hue as the steady smacking of his hand across her ass brought the blood into them and suffused them with its inner pulsing.
One leg swung off his thighs, slipping down to hang there in a shamefully immodest pose that parted her buttocks and gave the two watching girls a clear view of the panties cutting into the lips of Laura's vulva. Silky, curling hairs escaped the tight cloth on either side and several also pushed through it in helpless provocation.
He gave her thirty bare-handed slaps on the pants, spacing the slaps out over five or so minutes.
Then he stopped, let her wait tensely for another blow for nearly a minute, and began fondling her burning, squirming butt. His hand slid intimately over it and threatened to go on down, between the juncture of the backs of her thighs. She wriggled violently and the stream of muffled protests and moans of anguish and outrage was constant through her gag.
Then he stood her up, rising to his feet with her. She was panting violently. Her nostrils flared widely with each quick, shallow breath. He beckoned to his sister, then guided the blind, speechless, handless girl over to one of the basement supports.
There were four of them, tubular steel columns about as big as his thigh, spaced opposite each other on either side of the basement He backed the girl up to one of them.
She still struggled, but weakly, hopelessly. Tears were beginning to seep down from beneath her blindfold. She quivered with frightened sobs. Accepting a belt from his sister, he passed it around the other girl's neck and buckled it behind the supporting steel column. Not tight enough to interfere with her breathing, but snugly enough to persuade her to stand there.
Then, through the baby-doll pajama, he played with her breasts.
She jerked and mmmm'ed and stamped, all in vain. Her movements only served to make her tits bounce and writhe through his avid hands.
Abandoning her, he wound another stocking around his sister's hands, which she held in front of her. Then he belted her similarly to a support, across from Laura. A couple of minutes later Dawn was similarly "secured" to a third post. He poked a stocking into each of their mouths, allowing a little to hang out, trailing down over their chins.
Then he returned to Laura and, from behind, relieved her of her blindfold. She jerked, pulled away, and shook her head. Then, blinking, she looked around. What she saw, of course, was Dawn and Sandra. Bound and gagged. Staring back at her.
The girl jerked her head sidewise as Jack stepped past her. Without even glancing at her, he walked over to his sister. He stood before her with his back to Laura.
"Sandra," he said, loudly enough for Laura to hear, "the house is empty and the basement door's closed. You know Dad soundproofed the place. You're all three tied and helpless. Screaming won't bring any help, but it will make me mad enough to use the buckle of this belt on you." He hefted the belt. "Now I'll take your gag out if you'll promise not to scream."
He stepped aside so that Laura could see how wide-eyed and fearful-looking his sister was as she nodded. Then he took the stocking out of her mouth. Her tongue came out and ran over her lips.
"I ... I know you'll do it, Jack. I won't yell! Please don't hurt me."
He nodded, went to Dawn, and repeated the words and the operation. Immediately she jerked her head to Sandra.
"Oh, Sandra! Will ... he's your brother. Will he really do it?"
Sandra nodded solemnly. "He will. And we wont dare tell anybody either, because he's got that tape. Oh damn, damn!"
"None of this would have happened," he said, "if the mike I set up down here hadn't recorded your plans for me!" He turned to stare at "Laura. "Your plan, mostly."
She shrank back with huge eyes, and continued shrinking against the post as he walked to her. She flinched, her eyes fixed on his as he stepped close, like a rabbit staring at a cobra.
He took out her gag. She gasped, coughed a couple of times, and licked her lips. Then she jerked her head to him.
"You'd better let us go, Jack Huffman!"
"You'd better shut your mouth, Laura Diener!"
She shrank back and stared pitifully at him. More tears seeped from her eyes. "What ... what are you going to do?"
"Let's see," he said, rolling his eyes as if in an effort to remember. "You were going to tie me, beat me, then keep jacking me off until I told you where the tape-recording of last Saturday's 'ceremony' is, then ... oh yes. Force me to eat you, wasn't that it?"
"Oh God," the girl gasped, and she seemed to shrink in size.
"Well, well just have to see how many of those same things happen to you," he said.
"Oh my lord, Jack," Dawn cried, "just ... can't you just screw us and let us go-o-o?"
He smiled, thwacking the belt steadily into his palm. Now Laura's fearful eyes watched it.
"Well," he said, "it's a thought! How's that grab you, Laura?"
"I ... I ... on God! You wouldn't ... I mean ... oh God."
"Suppose I freed you-partially-and told you to lick Dawn's and Sandra's cunts. Would you do that, to avoid a whipping and a rape?"
"No!"
"Not even if I started using this belt on you right now?"
"No! Oh please don't.. I just couldn't do that!"
"What could you do then, darling Laura?" She gulped, looked down, and said nothing. "Jack," Sandra said, "oh, Jack .,. how can you be so mean?"
"Mean!" he exploded. "Mean ... me? Hell, I just came home last Saturday night and found an orgy going on in my basement! All I did was record it, then tell you I had the recording and a hidden copy, well hidden. You three were the ones who wanted, to get mean about it!"
"My gosh," Dawn said, on cue. "He's right!"
"We wouldn't really have done it, Ja-a-ack!" Laura wailed.
He flipped the belt over his shoulder and stepped close to her. His eyes seemed to stab into hers. His hands rose slowly and ran up her scantily clad body. "Yes, you would, Laura," he said, and tore her flimsy clothing open. Her pretty, tip-tilted tits jumped out jiggling. He palmed them both at once and she gasped.
She gasped a great deal more, and began squirming in unwilling erotic response, when he began thumbing her nipples, thumbing and rubbing them until they straightened out into ripe, pouting erections.
"Lovely," he said, and bent his head to kiss first one, then the other. Then he licked them both. Then he applied suction. He noted the tremors coursing through her body. Her hands could do nothing, bound behind her, and she was fastened to the post so long as he kept that belt around her neck.
He licked and sucked her pretty pale pink tits, like a lover rather than coarsely, until she was shivering and gasping, squirming in intense sensual arousal.
He stopped and straightened up to smile into her face. He held one of her throbbing, hard-crested love gourds in each hand as he stood before her. Her eyes were misty with the passion his ministrations had put there. Her lips were parted; she breathed noisily, through her mouth.
"Nice, huh?" He grinned. "Now be very still. Very still, Laura."
He started pulling her panties down. She squirmed. "No, wait...."
He slapped the side of one of her big butts. "I said be still!"
"For God's sake, Sandra ... your brother's making me naked!"
Sandra sighed. "Well, he's already seen us all that way, last Saturday night, remember. Wait'll you see his two-foot cock!"
"WHAT!"
Smiling, he forced her to lift first one foot, then the other, to get her panties off. Next he stepped close again, but this time his hand gripped her bulging, dark-furred vulvar pouch.
"Open your legs, "Laura."
"Hunnnnnh!...."
He squeezed. "Open your legs," he repeated, and added, "darling."
She opened her legs. Then her eyes flared, blinked, and she licked her lips. Widening the aperture between her feet made her shorter-and the belt tightened up, pushing up under her chin.
She forgot about it. Her eyes stared dazedly at his as he found the firm tidbit of her clitoris and rubbed it
"Uh ... unnnnnnh, ah ... uh ... oh, ohhh . .
His gently rubbing fingers filled her with sensations that flared up through her and throbbed inside her suddenly itchy cunt. Her mouth sagged open. Her eyes glazed. She gasped again and again.
He rubbed her clitoris until she came, helplessly, groaning and shuddering and writhing her hips with a frenzied energy. Then he slipped a finger up into her juicy pussy, found it a lot juicier than he had expected even in her coming, and he smiled. He thrust in two fingers, pushing so as to wedge them farther into the introitus and then on through into the oily gulf of her inner pussy.
She sagged weakly against the post. Only the band about her neck, reminding her of its presence with pressure against the undersurface of her quivering chin, kept her from sliding weakly to the floor.
Her eyes seemed to drift away. There was a bright sheen of perspiration on her upper lip and between her breasts, and more matted the open pajama top to her ribs.
He went around behind her and unbuckled the belt, then caught her quickly with his hands under her shaking tits as she started to collapse. He moved her over to the mat, told her to drop to her knees. She did, and he didn't have to tell her to lie down. She collapsed onto her side. Her hands were still bound behind her. Her legs drew up automatically, so that she was curling sweetly, displaying her big handsome butt without being aware of it.
He could not resist the soft protruding curves of those delicious, creamy rear hemispheres.
He crouched beside and behind her. His hands moved, both of them, in a flurry of medium-hard slaps onto both her ass cheeks.
She responded only with tremulous little jerks and sighing moans.
"Uh ... ohhh," she sighed. I'm sorry ... that was awful, what I talked about doing to you." Her voice was small, tiny. "I ... I didn't know you ... that you would ... oh God!" She wriggled a little, pushing her buttocks out at him. "Go ahead. Punish me."
Jack stopped slapping and stared. He glanced surprisedly around at Dawn and Sandra.
"The first time," Sandra said quietly, "she was almost raped, poor baby. He didn't know anything about a clit, I guess. Anyhow, she said she liked it ... but I think maybe she hasn't come before."
"Oohhh ... not ... not like that," Laura admitted. She didn't look up or around, but lay huddled on her side with her cheek on the exercise mat. "Never like ... that!"
He patted her ass. "Well, you'll have another, and soon. But first I'm going to accept your invitation. I will punish you. I don't mean just a few little tappytaps on your tail, like you've had...."
"Tappy-taps!" she squealed. "Little!"
He patted her furry little pussy bulge, peeking back between the bases of her outpoked ass cheeks.
"But I'll give you five nice ones, right on that big-and very well-padded-butt of yours, Laura. Your job is to be quiet!"
"I ... oh, please ... oh, oh ... uh, J-Jack ... don't hurt ... all, all ri-i-ight ... I ... I'll ... try...."
"Turn over on your tummy and lie flat and still," he told her. "And keep your hands out of the way."
"You ... you could ... you can untie me...."
He didn't answer. She rolled over with a little grunt as the backdrawn strain of her arms crushed her naked tits into the mat. But it was over an inch thick, and resilient. She lay still. Rising without taking his eyes off, he admired the globular, upthrusting beauty of the young girl's startlingly big butt.
Then he went and got the narrowest of the belts and returned with it. Dawn gasped. Sandra watched closely, licking her lips. fffwiiick-smack!
"Ga-ga-a-aaaa! Oh, oh..
"Hush, Laura. Four more, that's all. You should see the pretty red stripe across your ass. It's beautiful, a lovely contrast against the pink!"
"Hurts ... oh ... please, Ja ... four more?"
"Three, now," he said, bringing the leather strap down again so that it bit into the tender flesh of her cringing butt, like liquid flame. She grunted loudly, jerking. He changed his position and took aim before swinging. The narrow belt swished down and connected with a loud slap, striping the flesh of her tight-clenched cheeks with its reddening caress. Her body jerked in spasmodic response to its unloving kiss.
"Uh! Oh ah ... ah God! Oh-hhh ... surely ... ow, it hurts! Surely three's enough!"
"Five," he said relentlessly. "Remember what the final part of your plan was? Well be still for these next two. I'm going to make them good and hard, Laura dear, so you feel them all the way through your ass and into your pussy. Then, just as soon as you think you can stand the mat against your striped butt, turn over-and I'm going to lick your cunt."
The impact of those last words struck her-with more force than the leather belt. She jerked violently, erupted into gooseflesh, and quivered as if freezing.
"With your tongue?" she at last cried plaintively, unbelieving.
"Of course. You take one kind of licking on your backside and ... another kind on your front, Laura."
"Oh, my God!" Again she shivered and jerked. He knelt beside her upturned butt, watching it clench and quiver.
Then, suddenly she cried out, "Hit me! Hit me! Give me the other two! I can take it!"
Sandra and Dawn bit their lips to keep from laughing aloud. Both of them stared, caught up in the erotica of the scene, the words, and the promise.
Jack swung up his implacable whip and surged it down with all his force. It snapped down onto the very summits of both her ass cheeks, curved, and its tip snapped her just where her right cheek joined her hip. He held the buckle. A burning wave of pain surged through her and she clamped her buttocks so tightly that there was only the tight, shadowy beginning of a cleavage between the glorious opulence of her cheeks. That time she screamed, jerking violently as the belt came down almost precisely on a stripe it had laid across her rump in a previous stroke. "One to go, sweetheart."
"Oh ... oh, feels like hot coals ... is it all red?"
"That last one might leave a dark stripe tomorrow. Something to remember me by."
"Oh ... ah, uh ... oh...." She wiggled her striped ass. "All right. One to go. Get it over with!"
He let her wait for it. Counting silently in his head, he was up to thirty, building her suspense and apprehension-and anticipation-when he saw her red-striped backside start to relax. The crevice between the swollen halves widened as they crept apart. She sighed out a long breath ... and he struck.
The whip whistled and snapped and she jerked up and in the succulent swells of her burning bottom when pain jolted through her and another scream was torn from her. The dimpled mounds trembled, contracting provocatively and again closing up their central crease. Two of the whipmarks were definite stripes; the others blended into a general ruddiness that fairly glowed in its heat.
He stood up and went swiftly and silently over to unbuckle the belt around his sister's neck, then untied her hands. She gave him an excited peck on the cheek and grabbed his hand to press it against her vulva. She was wet. Grinning, he slipped a finger up the squishy groove, then nodded toward Dawn. While Sandra went to free her from the post, Jack returned to where the nearly naked girl with auburn hair lay huddled on her stomach, hands bound behind her, her buttocks drawn very tight while her own fingers explored their burning slopes.
Jack knelt on the mat and freed her hands. It was difficult; her hard tugging when he'd first tied and then spanked her had pulled the nylon stockings into tight, hard knots. But at last he had her hands free. They slid apart, down the curves of her hips to lie on the mat beside her.
"You're loose. Your naked butt is very pretty, and very red, and warm, too, I'll bet. You're free to go, or ... whatever else you want to do."
She flopped convulsively over on her back. Her eyes screwed up and she grunted, wincing, when her beaten butt slapped down onto the canvas exercise mat, but that was all. Her eyes stared mistily at him. Slowly her legs parted.
He saw her gaze lift and go past him, and he knew the others were coming over to watch. Laura closed her eyes and lay still.
He moved in between her parted, naked legs and bent his head over the brown-furred mound that seemed to yearn up at him. The combination of the unavoidable erotic stimulation of the beating, plus his promise, had had their effect: her strong-lipped young cunt was not closed, as he might have expected, but open, a moisture-glistening pink fissure inside which he could see an even deeper pink, almost scarlet.
He bent his head to blow on her mounded vulva. She groaned. The brown hair riffled and her thighs tensed and jerked. They started in toward him, then reversed themselves to remain wide again, with her knees up and her soles planted flat. He blew on her cunt again and again, and he could see very clearly how it opened still more.
Putting his face very close to the beautifully cleft mons, he let her feel the greater heat of his breath from no more than an inch from the pink lips. Then he was still, holding his breath.
"Please ... oh, please ... umm ... for God's sake ... don't tease me!" she cried plaintively, shivering and shuddering as she begged to be eaten. He blew into her cunt again. The lips trembled and he was startled to see them close, then reopen, as though they had tried to snatch at him. Soft, gently curling pussy hair tickled his chin. He blew again.
She was right. He was teasing her, and suddenly she could no longer stand it. Jerking up, she grasped his head tightly and pulled his mouth hard against her open pussy. She whimpered while she pressed his lips over the matted hair and the hot puckered lips beneath.
She felt him chuckle, right into her, felt his hot emerging breath over the puffy, parted labia.
Then, arching his back, he began pumping his tongue deep up her luscious steaming hollow until she shrieked and collapsed backward.
"Oh, lord," Dawn gasped from behind him.
His hands slid beneath the supine girl, spreading apart the whipped, flinching, firm globe of her ass, still licking the cleavage of her vulva with the wet tip of his tongue. She was full of salty, thick fluid inside. Her mouth spewed out frenzied moans and groans.
"Yow ... ah, ah, ahhhhh!" she suddenly squealed: his finger had begun digging up the tight hole of her ass while he rammed his tongue into her cunt and around and around inside her. He scooped out more slightly salty liquid; more rushed in to take its place-and to be transferred into his mouth.
Her clitoris nudged his nose, and he moved his head slightly upward, pulling his tongue out of her slushy cleft.
Again she squealed and jerked violently with a sudden tension of every muscle of her lower body: applying his lips to it, he sucked voraciously at the pulsing little nub of her clit until it became a taut crest of desire, strangely, excitingly long and thick and twitching in his mouth. Stabbing it with repeated jabs of his tongue, he sucked hard.
"Gah-yeeeeEEE!"
Suddenly her clitoris was no longer in his mouth. It vanished, diving back into its sheath as her senses erupted in shuddering orgasm.
She went wild, shuddering and wriggling, sagging, lurching and groaning, twisting this way and that and humping her fiery, running cunt up and down, her mouth helplessly open as her climax took her with shattering effect.
He hurled himself up her panting, sweating body and felt his cock slam against her hunching mount and realized he still wore his jeans. Already her hands were grabbing at him, trying to pull him into her. He had to drag himself loose, then kneel half erect while he ran down his zipper and pulled out his throbbing hard-on. He fell forward onto her.
She gasped in painful shock when the zipper bit into her bulging, come-swollen pussy lips, then gasped in sheer delight when the massy bulge of his cock came running straight in. It was all the way up her in a moment. Her thighs clamped him tightly, knees up and feet pushing hard at the mat. Her arms enfolded him.
He lost himself in an orgy of lust, gripping her tightly and fucking her hard. His ass bounced up and down, holding the excited gaze of the two girls standing behind him. His hot, ramming shaft probed the inward depths of her oily pussy, wedging into her hard and deep and seeking a fresh tunnel to explore way back inside her.
The constant ramming of his big prick, wildly excited by his prolonged activity with her, was sheer delight to the writhing girl. Its whipping about in her greedily sucking vagina made her tremble with lust and hunch frenetically, heaving up her hips in tumultuous excitement. Her hands swirled all over his back. They were wet with sweat.
Delightedly, orgiastically, they fucked each other hard.
Her cunt swallowed his cock, all the way down to the swollen balls, happily stowing away every inch of it in her hot recess, like a mouth that repeatedly devoured his prickly prick flesh.
He pounded her with an intense erotic fury, plunging mindlessly up and down, plunging fiercely in and out. She gripped him, grunting in her strain to work with him, circling her pink and creamy butt delightedly beneath her. Her knees were bent. Her soles had planted themselves firmly, raising her thighs higher and higher on either side of him.
Sweat poured from him and his eyes bulged.
He was lost, lost in the feeling of her predatory pussy that devoured every inch of the hard meat he fed into it. And sucked for more.
Desire flamed in her and she hunched until their stomachs panted together and slipped in mutual sweat. She lunged and squirmed, bucking her sweat slick thighs in against his hairy ones, meeting each hard drive of his inflamed penis into her.
Her cunt seemed to boil around his cock.
Suddenly he pulled it out, all the way out, with a s-sh-shhawwk sound. He looked down at his fiery-looking cock, glistening with the inner flow of her passion-bedewed pussy.
She thrust forward her stomach in a burst of uncontrollable passion.
"Get that big thing back in me!"
He grinned and shoved it back into her bucking, writhing body.
The deep, dilated hole of her moist lower mouth swallowed it up again and widened, the lips seeming to try to grab his balls as well. He felt the hot tingle building in those swollen nuts as she gave his carnal length a scalding squeeze with the hot wet walls of her vagina.
Hoisting herself above her, freeing her to greater movement, he corkscrewed his hips to feed her more of that hot shaft. It plunged in and out with obscene wet sounds.
Then his prick started assuaging the thirst of her grasping pussy with spurt after spurt of creaming semen that blasted way up inside her. She howled as it poured into the deep inner well of her vagina.
Both of them were covered with sweat when he rocked himself back onto his heels and let his penis flop out of her with another very wet splop. He knelt there between her fallen, quivering legs, gazing down at her.
Her eyes went past him. "Oh, Sandra ... he's wonderful!" She dropped her gaze to his face. "You're ... that was beautiful!"
"Huh," Dawn grunted, stepping up beside him to stare down at the girl, between whose wide-flung thighs his semen was dribbling onto the old mat "What about us?"
He stroked her leg. "Be patient," he told her, and gave her calf a hard squeeze. "I think that in a few minutes Laura will be able to suck me up to enough hardness to get up you."
Laura was able, too.