Chapter 5
They ate dinner in the nude. Connie had phoned for Chinese food and when it was delivered, she greeted the good looking young oriental, wearing just a sheer negligee. As she closed the door behind him, his eyes widened at the sight of her.
He gasped again as Mary walked into the room, naked, her firm breasts bobbing as she smiled and said hello. While Connie produced money, Mary went to the youth and offered him her tits to play with. Nervously at first, then eagerly, he fondled them and she felt his stiff cock in the front of his pants.
"We haven't time to fuck," she told him, "but I could take your cock out and give you a fast blow job, if you like."
He looked at Connie who smiled approval, then his fly was open and Mary was taking his hard prick out. She gave it a squeeze, kissed the head, then pushed it into her mouth and sucked him off. His knees turned to water as she drained his balls, then gave him back his spent cock.
"Man, I've heard of big tippers," he told them as he tucked his spent tool back into his pants, "but this is really crazy."
Later, when they told Norman of the incident, he roared with laughter, then gave his daughter a spanking for having sucked the man's cock without inviting him to watch.
At the end of the meal, Connie opened the fortune cookies and passed them around. Taking his, Norman had her move her chair back from the table and sit on the edge. Carefully, he fitted the cookie into her cunt, then went to his daughter and gave her one, the same way. Returning to Connie, he used his tongue to get the cookie out of her cunt, broke it open and ate the pieces as he unfolded the paper. He roared with laughter, then tried to keep a straight face as he read his fortune aloud.
"Dare to be different and your life will be full," he read and the women laughed. When he removed the cookie from his daughter's snatch and ate the pieces, he almost choked as he read the message, "happiness is to be found in the warmth of the family."
"Damn clever, these Chinese," he commented when they had managed to stop laughing.
When it was time to go, they dressed, at least Norman and his daughter did, then he realized his wife would be suspicious if he and Mary arrived home together. They discussed it and agreed that he would leave right away, and Mary would follow by taxi in about a half hour.
Alone with the woman, Mary told her how much she had enjoyed the day and that her only regret was that she hadn't gotten to give Connie a spanking.
"I've spanked and strapped Daddy's ass," she told her, "but I've never spanked a woman's smooth ass. Yours would be such a joy to spank."
"Hell, why didn't you tell me?" Connie said and stood. "Just pull your dress high so I won't wrinkle it."
Hurrying to an armless chair, Mary pulled the hem of her dress above her hips, then sat and let out a little squeal as the beautiful woman lay across her thighs, her beautifully rounded ass cheeks excitingly presented.
"How does it feel so far?" Connie asked as she rubbed subtly over the smooth thighs of the girl.
"Oh Connie, I'm so excited, I don't know if I'll be able to spank," she said as her right hand fondled satin cheeks while her eyes feasted on the sight.
She raised her hand, then found out that she could spank after all. The feel of the smooth, firm round and the exciting sound the spank produced, caused Mary to cry out a little more loudly than Connie, then Mary saw the pink marks the slap had made and painted a matching set on the other cheek.
"How many spanks can you take?" she asked Connie, her right hand rubbing warmly over the twin rounds of her ass.
"All of a sudden I'm in the mood," Connie told her. "Go ahead and give me a real spanking. Don't bother to count, just slap my ass rosy red and make me cry. Give it to me, baby."
Mary took the woman at her word and went on to set her butt on fire with her eagerly slapping hand. There was much crying, panting and rubbing from her victim as the spanking went on, and it served to make it much more exciting for the girl. When she finally stopped, fiery red covered both cheeks of Connie's ass and she went on crying as she got to her feet and rubbed her tingling ass with both hands.
When Connie told her to, Mary lay on her back on the couch, then Connie was kneeling astride her face. She saw the crotch come slowly down to her mouth, then she was expressing her appreciation of the spanking, her tongue licking between the lips of the woman's hot cunt. She went on with the silent expression of appreciation until Connie climaxed and rubbed her warm, wet cunt all over Mary's face.
Mary would have kept the sticky fluid on her face, but Connie pointed out that her mother might smell it and ask for an explanation. While Connie phoned the taxi, Mary reluctantly washed her face, then she went home.
On arrival, she found that her mother had gone to bed, so she had a chance to tell her father what had transpired after he'd left the woman's house.
Four days later, Mary and her father watched their world crash. Their mother had gone out for an hour or two, she said, and they hurried to Mary's bedroom and went into action.
While Norman was spanking his daughter, two men slipped silently into the house, using the key which Mary's mother had given them. They listened to the spanking, then one stole a peek and watched Norman lapping his daughter's cunt.
After that, they heard Mary say she would get a safe. There was silence as the man put the condom on, then came the sounds of panting as he fucked the girl, slapping her ass and hips at the same time. The men waited until the sounds of grunting and panting told them he had finished the job, then they walked into the room, showed their identification and informed Norman that he was under arrest on a charge of incest.
Norman's wife had been watching from down the street and, as her husband was taken into the prowl car, she hurried into the house to find her naked daughter crying as though her heart was broken.
"He won't fuck you again for a long time, you little slut," her mother told her as she looked down at the trembling, naked body of the girl who had betrayed her with her own husband. "I'm going to see if I can get you put away too. You're worse than an animal. I suppose it was you who lured him on in the first place."
As Mary became aware of what her mother was saying, her crying stopped and she felt cold hatred moving in to replace all other emotions.
"You filthy, sneaking bitch," she said as she got off the bed. "You sent the police here to catch him. You sent your own husband to prison for God knows how long."
"That's right. I feel very proud of myself. He wasn't interested in me, why should he have been when his whore daughter gave him all the fucking he wanted. Well, he won't be getting any fucking for a long time now. Neither will you, you slut. If I can get you put where you belong, you won't be getting any sex either."
"Get out of my sight, you filthy bitch," Mary spat the words at her mother. "I'm trying to keep from killing you but I'm not sure I can hold back much longer. If you're smart, you'll get into your bedroom and try to bar the door so I can't get in and cut your rotten throat."
She saw her mother turn pale, then heard a gasp as the woman turned and ran from her room. Seconds later, she heard the bedroom door being closed, then heard a sound like a chair being dragged, then being jammed under the doorknob.
Sleep wasn't going to come that night, Mary told herself, so she used the time to consider her plans for the future. Living with her mother was out of the question. She had to get away and she needed help to do it.
It was then that she thought about Connie.
Next morning there was no communication between mother and daughter, but Mary read much in the woman's stares of hostility. She saw that her mother was getting dressed to go out and wondered what that meant to her.
Pretending to be getting ready to go to school, she bided her time until her mother was ready to leave, then, alone in the house, she hurried into action.
She knew where her father kept emergency money in the bedroom and, declaring it was an emergency, she took the twenty dollars she found there.
Deciding against calling a taxi which would mean a record of the trip if the police came looking for her, she carried her suitcase four blocks to the bus stop and took a bus to the center of the city where she transferred to another which took her to within two blocks of Connie's house.
A maid answered the door and told Mary that Connie was still in bed. Not wanting to be kept waiting outside where neighbors would see her, Mary brushed past the woman and walked into the house, telling the maid she was a friend of Connie's and that she would wait.
The maid went away and less than two minutes later, Connie hurried into the room, still tying the sash of her negligee. The garment was sheer enough to show Mary that she was naked underneath it.
Mary, you're in trouble," Connie whispered with a worried expression. "Wait, come with me. Leave your suitcase there."
They went into Connie's bedroom and Mary recalled how much happier she had been the last time she'd been in the room. Trying to keep from crying, she told the story of how they had been caught and her father arrested. Before long, the tears emerged and then she broke down and cried her heart out as the woman held and comforted her as best she could.
"So you see," Mary went on, later, when she was able to talk again, "I've got to get away and also so they can't make me testify against Daddy."
"We'll find a way, dear. By the way, are you sixteen yet?"
"I will be in two more days. Wish me happy birthday," she added, bitterly.
"Poor kid. Okay, this is two days short of being legal, but I can hide you here until we can arrange something. Wait a minute, I've got it. I have these two happy lesbians who live about three hundred miles from here. They're not the jealous type, they're both a lot of fun and they'd give their eye teeth to have a yummy young beauty like you around the house. Are you interested?"
"Oh yes, anything. I'll make sure to show them my appreciation. How do I get there?"
"First I have to work it out with them. Until I do, you'll stay here. The maid can be trusted to be quiet if the police go looking for you. When it's all arranged, we'll put a blonde wig on you and go for a little drive."
"Thanks, Connie. I knew I could count on you. You can't know how much this means to me.
"Forget it, dear. I'm doing it for you and for your father. That poor lamb, such a sweet guy to be in the hands of the cops."
All through the day, Connie alternated between leaving the girl to herself and trying to cheer her up. When the maid left, late in the afternoon, Mary told her hostess she was ready to go to the bedroom.
There, Connie quickly cheered the girl up as her open palm spanked from cheek to cheek, then they went to the bed for more cheering up of each other.
All through the long evening, they spanked, talked, lapped cunts and generally kept their minds off the plight of Mary's father until they both collapsed from fatigue and slept soundly.