Chapter 17
"Has she really gone to see her girl friend again?" Beth asked Adam as she saw Carol get into a taxi in front of the house.
"That's what she said," he replied with a shrug and a helpless expression. "More than that, she wants us to take Evelyn to the party with us on Friday."
"Oh Adam," the woman laughed gaily, "this is all really too much."
"What the hell is so funny?" he demanded angrily as he poured himself a stronger than usual drink and took a big belt of it.
"Come off it, Adam, darling," she scolded, "if you lose your sense of humor, you're really licked. As it is, you're going to need all you've got to cope with our little beauty."
"But damn it all," he persisted, frowning, "how could she have changed so completely, so quickly?"
"What makes you think she has changed at all?" Beth asked.
"Come on, Beth, you have eyes and ears, haven't you?"
"Yes I have, darling," she replied, pouring herself a drink, hurt that he hadn't offered her one, "and I'm using them. I insist that your little angel hasn't really changed at all."
"Would you care to explain that?"
"Sure, although I shouldn't have to. The old Adam would have understood. You took an innocent young beauty out of the backwoods and we trained her natural instincts to make a magnificent sexual animal out of her. Right so far?"
"Right."
"Okay, so we knew we had a beautiful package and that she could teach a mink to screw, but how much more did we know about her?"
"You're beginning to lose me, Beth."
"What we didn't know in the beginning, because she chose not to show us, was that she has a brain that's probably bigger than her beautiful big tits. Sure she was unsophisticated when you found her, but that doesn't mean she was dumb. I think that lush little chick is probably brilliant."
"A few days ago, I'd have laughed at that, Beth. Right now, I'm beginning to think you're right. But why would she have played dumb for so long? What did she have to gain?"
"Perhaps she wasn't playing dumb at all. Look at it this way. You brought her into the outside world when she was eighteen years old and as innocent in the ways of that world as an infant, except for what she read."
"So?"
"So maybe she knew she had a hell of a lot to learn and also feared that by talking too much, she would show her ignorance of life. As a result, she didn't talk much, didn't question our decisions, just played it cool while she learned."
"You think it was as innocent as that?"
"Don't ask for bets, but I think so, yes. She saw that we wanted her to learn all about sex, so she learned it fast and well. When she had done that, she also gained confidence all the way around."
"Christ, you're coming on like a bloody psychiatrist, but keep going, I'll keep looking for a flaw in your reasoning."
"Please do, we need the best of both our brains to keep up with that hot pussied whiz kid. It didn't take long for her to realize that she equalled us sexually, to say the least, then when she began looking around and taking stock of the situation, she realized that she had us both topped in the intellect department."
"I wish I could find a flaw there. I hate to admit that an eighteen year-old kid can out think me," Adam replied, sadly.
"Why shouldn't she. For thirteen years she had nothing to do but study. She has probably memorized books that you and I couldn't read. You've spent the first part of your life learning to make money, and the rest of it making broads. How long has it been since you've read a book?"
"Then you think our baby is an intellectual heavyweight?"
"No, I'd rather say a fast welterweight with lots of fancy footwork and a good left hook. If either of us got in the ring with her, she'd cut us to ribbons; never a real knockout punch, just those stinging jabs."
"Hell, now you sound like that line about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Was that Cassius Clay?"
"It may have been, but it could have been coined for our yummy little Carol. Mind you, I could be completely wrong."
"You could be," Adam agreed ruefully, "but you sound too fucking right to me. I looked for flaws all the way through your piece, but I couldn't find one."
"Speaking of a piece, darling, since the old folks have been left at home while she goes out to lick pussy, let's hit the sack and chop off a hunk or two ourselves. You may be stuck with me yet."
"Don't put it like that, Beth," he said, giving her a sharp swat on the bottom as she got to her feet. "You know that no matter what happens, we're just right for each other."
"Thanks, fellow inmate of the old folks' home. Now lets go log some skin time. I tired out my peanut brain trying to figure Carol out, but my pussy is getting restless."
Together, each carrying a refreshed drink, they went to the bedroom and got undressed. Beth knew that Adam's mind was still very much on his problem of coping with Carol, his desperate fear that she would somehow get away from him.
It was for that reason that she had suggested sex. If she could make him forget about his problem long enough, she reasoned, then he could return to it later, his mind refreshed, more able to cope.
Adam surprised her by laughing aloud as he stepped out of his pants and tossed them onto a chair.
"Now what?" she asked, brightly.
"I was just thinking about the crack she tossed at me the other day about senility."
"Well, that bulge in your shorts is hanging low and doesn't look very impressive to me," she teased. "Maybe she's right."
"That did it. That really did it, Beth baby. Just leave those little panties on, I'll jerk them down just before I take you over my lap with your pretty bum up and bare."
Giggling, Beth took her bra off and dropped it to the floor. As he came at her, she saw his cock beginning to stiffen, and sensed that her therapy was working. To her delight, she discovered that the same thing was happening to her when his hands reached for the waistband of her sheer panties and he dragged them down her legs. They were still tangled around one ankle when he took her over his lap and began spanking her plump behind.
"My problem," he told her between slaps, "is that I've been taking it too easy on my women, but I'm going to fix that, starting with you."
"Ooh, lover," she sobbed, "you really are fixing it. Ow... ooh... my bum... you're killing... sob... me... now... ooh... ow... oh..."
Beth switched from trying to talk, to succeeding to cry and she did it well. As her legs kicked, her panties sailed away, landing on the dresser and knocking over a couple of bottles which didn't bother either of them as they had other things to concern themselves with.
His mind suddenly freed of worries and fears, Adam was immensely enjoying spanking Beth and watching color suffuse the big, warm cheeks. And despite her crying, Beth too was enjoying what was happening.
Knowing the man as she did, she was sure that when he finished spanking her, he would want her to ride his face with her hot behind and equally hot crotch. His tongue would snake into her slit and he would bring her off with a force that would leave her weak, but not too weak to enjoy the feel of having his long, stiff cock up her slit, finishing the job his tongue would have started.
"Well, Beth?" he asked as he rubbed one hot cheek of her bum with a hand still warm from the spanking, "do you think that will hold you for a while?"
"Oh... sob... yes, lover," she replied. "That will keep my bum nice and warm. But what... sob... am I going to do with it?"
"How about giving me a nice old fashioned facial with it and your crotch?"
"Oh yes, Adam, I want that. You know how I love seeing and feeling your face under me while I rub you. Are you going to suck me off?"
"I'm going to do everything in the book to you, Beth," he told her as he helped her off his lap and fondled her hot behind with both hands. "After I've screwed the lovely, hot ass off you, you're going to make me hard again and then we'll start all over."
"Oh yes, lover, oh yes. Lie down now while my bum is still nice and warm. Mummy is going to give her little man a nice facial."
With a sigh that was part groan, Adam fell onto the bed on his back and Beth hurriedly straddled him.
She looked down at him through eyes still wet with tears, and the blurred focus made everything more exciting to her.
"Oh Mummy," he squealed in a little boy tone, "you've got such nice big tits. Please make them dance for me."
"Yes, dear," Beth told him as she knelt above his face, causing her breasts to sway from side to side. "If you're a good boy, Mummy will let you suck them later. Of course if you're a bad boy, Mummy will have to give you a strapping. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mummy. I am a bad boy. I guess you will have to strap my bum and make me cry."
It was all Beth could do to keep from shouting with joy. That was their old game, the one they hadn't played once since Carol came on the scene.
In the old days, he delighted in playing the little boy role and submitting his behind for severe strappings. They had played wild games then she had loved them, but with Carol's appearance, he had suddenly outgrown them, deserting the sobbing little boy to become the father figure instead.
But in the blow Carol had dealt him in mastering him so quickly and completely, she had given Beth the gift of her little boy back and she determined to take full advantage of it, intended to make this such a performance that he would not again forget it, but would keep wanting more and more of the game.
"Just lie still now, little Adam," she told him in her most motherly tone, "Mummy is going to rub your pretty face with her nice warm bum, and then give you a nice facial with her nice hot cunt and wet crotch. There, Adam baby, feel how Mummy's smooth, warm bum rubs your face. Isn't that nice, dear?"
"Oh yes, Mummy. Your bum is so big and pretty and so smooth. Rub my face all over, Mummy, I won't tell daddy."
"That's my good little boy, Adam," she told him as she went on rubbing.
And then, to her delight, Beth discovered that she would be able to give him the blast of air he so loved. Fitting her buttocks over him so that his nose went deep into her crack, right to her anus, she held him there, feeling his hot breath.
"Get ready to take a deep breath, dear, Mummy is going to give you a nice fart. Here it comes right... uh... now."
He felt the ring of her anus push out over his nose, then felt the rush of air and heard the long, trailing sound. His hands held her tightly as he inhaled deeply.
"Now Adam," she told him, lifting her bum from his face a little, "lick Mummy's crotch all over and make it very wet for your facial. Ooh, that's the way, my you lick nicely. Be sure you make it nice and wet... that's it... that's it... that's oohaaahhhhhh..."
Unexpectedly, Beth went into orgasm. It happened so suddenly that she was completely unprepared for it as the spasms rocks her, violently.
When the storm passed and a measure of sanity returned to her, Beth wondered whether it had shaken Adam out of his little boy role.
"Your crotch is nice and wet. Mummy," he said, giving the answer she wanted to hear, "please give me a nice warm facial with it."
"Yes, little Adam, Mummy will do that right now. Here we go, dear."
Passion flared anew for the woman as she carefully rubbed his entire face with her wet, hot crotch while he kept making muffled sobs and groans of lust.
"There now, baby... there... there... there... that's the way. Now, baby, now, here come's Mummy's pretty cunt right on your mouth. Suck it Adam, baby, suck and lick like a good little boy. Ah! ooohh, that's the way."
Her earlier climax had done nothing to spoil the second one she enjoyed as his tongue on her clitoris triggered her quickly and strongly into another orgasm, her crotch pressing and rubbing on him.
"Oh Mummy, Mummy," he panted as she lifted her crotch from his face. "My poor little cock is bursting. Make it all better for me."
"Yes, dear, just lie still, Mummy will make it all better for you."
Crawling backward along his body, Beth stopped when she saw his straining penis looking ready to explode under her crotch. Guiding it carefully, she fitted the head into her slit, she pressed down and impaled herself on it, preparing to ride the stiff pole until he went off inside her.
But arousal was such for the man that Beth did not get a chance to ride him at all. Instead, just as the full length of his tool pushed into her, he went off, strongly, groaning and twitching under her as she stared, her eyes as glassed with passion as his.
"Like to rest now, dear?" she asked, gently.
"No, Mummy no," he shrieked. "I'm a bad boy and you're going to strap my bare bum and make me cry. You're going to strap me so hard, Mummy."
Beth had been prepared to fall into a state of fatigue, but at his words and the urgency of his tone, she revived instantly. There was a wet, squishing sound as she lifted off him, releasing his spent penis, then she hurried to the dresser.
As she bent to open the lower drawer in which the strap had lain unused for so long, her ass was a thrilling sight to the man who rolled over on the bed to admire it. Her thighs were a little apart, and he was able to see her wet twat.
His face was already sticky from it, but he would want and get more of it, he was sure.
And then she was standing beside the bed, the wide, brown leather strap in her hand. His body trembled and he felt the stirrings in his loins that told him his tool would revive quickly, was already well on its way.
"Do you see what I have here, Adam?" she asked as she stood, her feet braced strongly, well apart.
"Oh Mummy, not the strap."
"Yes, Adam, the strap. Listen to it." She slapped in on the palm of her left hand and his body jerked at the sound it produced.
"Guess what Mummy is going to do with it, Adam."
"Oh no, Mummy, not my bum-bum. Please don't strap me on the bare bum. It will make me cry."
"Yes, Adam, Mummy's strap always makes you cry and it will do so again. Put the pillows in place, Adam, three of them in a pile to get your arse up nice and high for the strap."
Still sobbing and pleading, he crawled to the pillows, took three of them and piled them on the middle of the bed. Moments later, he was lying atop them, his elevated behind twitching and jerking in anticipation of the stinging kiss of leather.
Noticing her panties on the dresser and recalling how she had once used them in a strapping, she picked them up, went to the bed with them and put them down under his face.
"You are going to wet Mummy's panties with your tears, Adam," she told him. "Mummy will keep on strapping you to make you cry until her panties are soaking wet."
"Oh no, Mummy, Mummy, don't. It hurts, Mummy."
"Silly boy," Beth scolded, "Mummy hasn't even started yet. Watch Mummy oil the strap for you."
As he twisted his neck to watch her, Beth rubbed the strap through her crotch until half the length of it glistened with the imparted moisture.
"Now, dear, you kiss the strap and then Mummy will give you your strapping." She brought the wet leather close to his mouth and he kissed it, sniffing deeply as he did.
Taking up her position beside the bed then, Beth commenced his strapping. She used full armed strokes to lay the strap on with a stinging bite, exactly the way she knew he wanted it.
Although he cried and begged for mercy, she trembled at the sight of his already well streaked posterior coming up to meet each lash of the leather strap.
While his feet pounded the bed, as did his hands, Beth brought the strap down across his arse again and again, never pausing, never showing any promise of stopping the brutal strapping, while he poured his tears into the nylon panties under his face. In addition to wetting the panties, he also soaked a wide circle of the sheet around them.
When Beth ran out of white skin on his arse, she just went on applying the strap to areas that were already red, adding to both the color and the searing heat in his buttocks, as well as adding to the blazing passion which consumed both their bodies.
When she finally stopped strapping him, Adam went on crying loudly, his behind heaving and bucking as though it still felt the strap slapping.
"My panties are almost wet enough," she observed as she pressed the wet nylon to his face. "I'll just make you cry a few more tears into them."
"Oh, Mummy... Mummy..." he pleaded, his feet resuming their pounding of the bed, "no more... no more..."
"Silly child," she scolded as she picked up the strap and went on to give him ten more hard lashes with the wide leather strap.
Dropping it then, she hurriedly got onto the bed with him and rolled him off the pillows. He lay on his back as he went on crying, his wet eyes shining and completely out of focus.
Her body covered with a film of perspiration, she got over him and, taking his throbbing cock into her hand, put the head into her mouth and began sucking, pressing down a little at a time to put more and more of it into her mouth until it threatened to gag her.
Beth felt his hands pulling at her hips, and then her crotch was on his face, his tongue inside her slit, as he boy-man lapped her greedily and noisily.
When he began to shoot into her mouth, Beth drank fast to keep up with the heavy flow. While she was drinking his juice, she felt climax sweeping over her and ground down on his face with her crotch.
And then it was over and Beth found strength enough to roll off him and collapse on the bed beside him. There was not enough strength left in her to talk, but that didn't matter since the man was in the same condition.
Both were lost in deep sleep when Carol returned from her date with Evelyn. She smiled at the sight of them and a new glint came into her eyes as she saw the strap. When she detected a peculiar odor, she brought it closer to her nose and scented the musk of woman.
Adam had rolled onto his side, and one buttock told her how the strap had been used. It was, she decided, something she was going to have to explore.
Tired from her delightful visit with Evelyn she stripped and fell onto the bed beside Adam. Soon, she too was asleep.