Chapter 7
Doug was the first to hear the door opening. Perhaps because it was his house and he was sensitive to the surrounding environment enough to pick up strange noises, or perhaps because by the way he was kneeling and thrusting his dick into Paula's upraised wet cunt, he could see toward the door the best of the four of them.
At any rate, he spied the awe-struck two before anyone else.
Still pumping his hard pecker into the trussed up woman under him, still feeling the lock and twist mechanism of her cunt as he plugged her, he was unable to stop himself before he shot off in a wild ride of spurting come cream.
"Aarrrrrggghhhh," the man shouted at the high-point of his ecstasy.
He did this even as his eyes were locked onto the two open-mouthed girls standing in the doorway, staring right at him.
Boyd, unaware that his own girls had come into the house, rammed his rod up once too many times into Hope's willing honey pot. He blasted his jism out there, hard tip of his dick with a long series of shouts, moans and oaths.
"Fuck me," Hope cried louder and louder.
"Oh, fuck that cunt, you Wild Stud."
"Let me have that cock all the way up to my eyeballs."
"Fuck me, Man, fuck me."
"Wooowwwwwie!"
The spent and wounded Paula came an incredible fifth, sixth time, then let her breath do its own thing and heave her chest back to a normal rate of rises and falls.
It was only then that she was aware how silent her partner was. She looked up into his eyes for some shadow of explanation. Perhaps he didn't find her an adequate sex partner. Perhaps the old guilt had set in, as it had sometimes even with her husband.
His silence might meant guilt. And that meant that she would have to talk him out of it. Not too difficult a task, really. She would simply explain that she had enjoyed it every bit as much as he had and not to worry.
But, no the look on his face wasn't like that. It was different. He was white as a sheet.
She tried to read his lips as they formed silent words, mumbled something.. . Then, his hand went out, and his finger pointed to the doorway.
Boyd was concentrating on getting his breath back. As he did so, he pulled his still very stiff member out of the woman's reluctant cunt. It was reluctant to have him leave it.
He jumped off the bed and stood in the middle of the floor a moment before looking up. He eyed his cock proudly. Perhaps he would whisk it up to Hope's mouth and insist that she lick the slick, gooey film of come and cunt juice off it.
Yes, that was a great idea. He advanced one step and stopped dead in his tracks.
His two little girls were standing in front of him, clutching each other for dear life.
"Oh, my God," Hope said under her breath.
Her eyes had followed Boyd as he got up and had traveled over to where the two stood now. She was the only one of the four capable of speech, it seemed. Boyd was overcome with a gut-wrenching pain. As though someone had just stuck a knife in his belly. In his heart, too.
How could this be happening. Here he stood in front of his own little girls. The little girls he had so carefully hidden his lifestyle from. And he with his big, monster hard on jutting out from his sweaty, heaving loins.
"Boyd!" Paula called up. It seemed she was the only one who had hold of a semblance of her wits. "Close the door!"
"I'll do it," Doug said, grabbing his shirt off the floor and twisting his long dong out of Paula's gripping hole.
He masked his hard cock with the shirt as he stepped briskly to the place where the little girls stood shaking and blinking hard.
Then, with one muscled hand, he slammed the door hard. Right in their faces. He wasn't quite sure what had led him to take that action. He felt a little protective of the others. After all, this was his house.
"Mommy!! ! ! ! " Randy cried, banging the door with her fists and sobbing hard, "Mommy, please."
Lisa was wailing at the top of her lungs. "Daddy!! ! ! , " she screamed for her darling father, "Daddy, we thought Mommy was hurt. Please don't shut the door."
"What the hell are we going to do?" Paula said, feeling the bite of the nylon cord still piercing the skin of her limbs. The bite of the metal clothes pins still gnawed her aching and aroused flesh. But now, those trappings felt strange. Embarrassing.
"Untie me," Hope said, feeling the same embarrassment.
Both husbands fell to the work of untying their prey. Doug helped Paula get the clothes pins off her butt before she could sit up. Then, it didn't feel any too good. Her tushie burned like crazy when she tried to put pressure on it.
Hope was no less bruised and wounded. She grabbed the pins off her nipples and along her flat tummy. The rough, red bumps they had raised stung like a bee bite.
As she hurled them to the floor, she felt her heart hit basement. What would these little girls think of her? She had never even been introduced to them.
And what would they think of their parents, most important of all?
Boyd Dexter scooped his clothes up off the floor and hurriedly put them on. He was trying to think, but his brain stayed fogged. He paced nervously around the room as the other three, causing a great deal of commotion, rushed this way and that in an attempt to get their things together.
And the whole entire time, Lisa and Randy stood out in the hall and screamed. Screamed and kicked the door. Pounded their fists on the hard wood and shouted to those inside.
"Don't hurt her, Daddy!" Lisa said, sounding as though her little heart would break from the strain.
"You leave our mom alone," Randy yelled, nailing the door with her fists. "Leave her alone or I'll scratch your eyes out."
The girls sounded hysterical.
Boyd sat down next to his wife on the chaise lounge as she tucked her blouse into her shorts.
"Now what do we do?" his pert little mate said up to him, her eyes rimmed with sadness. She felt pretty awful about now.
Doug Hills threw his hands over his ears to escape the incessant noise coming from the two girls. The whole thing was beyond belief. And right here in his own house. It had all begun so innocently.
Suddenly Boyd sat up and clicked into gear. At last his sense began to function. His brain had taken over finally.
"Didn't you tell those kids to knock?" he said to his wife, the hair bristling on the back of his neck.
"Yes," Paula said, "but isn't it a little late for that."
"Maybe," Boyd said, sounding cool for the first time all afternoon, "but maybe not. They've seen something we don't want them to see. It's too late to change that. But not too late to show them it was their fault."
"What are you talking about?" Paula said, trying not to sound too stupid in front of Hope and Doug.
But her husband was often a mystery to her. She thought it was because she was so much younger than he, and his mind worked on a higher plane.
"Punishment," Boyd said, slowly staring down hard at the polished wood floor.
"Personally," Hope said, standing up and heading for the mirror on the wall, "I've had about enough punishment for one afternoon. My nipples are throbbing."
"Me, too," Doug replied, patting his wife's shoulder sympathetically. "Look, folks, it's been fun, but this last act, well, we just didn't expect it. I'm afraid we'll have to call it quits."
"I think we should go," Paula said, feeling about as welcome as a leper about now.
"We'll go," Boyd said, standing up and looking at the other couple huddled together and whispering on the other side of the room. "But I think before we do, we ought to remind the Hills that they invited us here. And their invitation was for the express purpose of.. . "
"That's enough," Doug said, his voice sounding particularly hard-edged.
The girls screams had died down to a dull roar. Whimpers could be heard coming from the crack under the door.
"I'm sorry," Doug said, modulating his tone and facing the Dexters with his shoulders hunched a little, "but we just didn't expect anything like this to happen."
"Fun is fun," Hope said, sounding like her husband's mouthpiece, "but I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave."
"No harm," Paula said, trying to cover, "we'll be in touch."
She smoothed her hair down in an attempt to make herself a little more presentable than she felt right now.
"I'm afraid you don't understand," Doug said, as kindly as he could, under the stress, "when I said call it quits, I meant that it's final."
"We can't get involved like this again," Hope said, twisting her face into a mask of proper primness. What if anyone in this town found out about our little scenario this afternoon. Our names would be ruined. It's one thing for consenting adults, but there are the children. Children you obviously can't control."
As if to punctuate what she was saying, Lisa let out a mournful holier from the hallway.
"Come on," Boyd said, seized with an overwhelming sense of disgust for these two. They had been sooooo curious about the Dexters' sex lives. He and Paula had made special trips and preparations just to clue them in on it. Had allowed them to participate with them, and now this was the thanks they were getting. "We're awfully.. . " Paula had begun to voice an apology, but her husband interrupted her by pulling her wrist so hard she was yanked off the bed.
Boyd Dexter felt his head grow hotter and meaner with each step. Holding his wife firmly by the wrist, he threw the door open and marched out, not even looking back to wave goodbye.
"Daddy!" Lisa said, the tears running down her face, "Is Mommy all right?"
"Why were you fucking Mrs. Hills, Daddy?" Randy said, shaking her long blonde curls around. Curls that had become damp and matted from sobbing.
"Not another word!" her father shrieked.
"Get in the car immediately," her mother snarled at them.
Lisa looked wide-eyed up at her mother. She had never known her to speak so cruelly to her. Her voice sounded like it belonged to the witch in Hansel and Gretel. Her eyes were frozen pools of fire.
Randy responded similarly to the angry burst of her mother. Her mother had bawled them out plenty in their lives. Had yelled and screamed and carried on like the juvenile she was, being barely thirteen years older than she was.
As far as Boyd Dexter was concerned, his girls had waited one moment too long. He reached down and slapped Randy hard with his right hand, then Lisa, just as hard with his powerful left.
The startled girls both dropped their mouths as their father's hard hand found first one, then the other's rosy cheek.
Lisa's hand went up and rubbed her cheek where her father had left his massive paw print. It swelled up immediately, leaving a burning palm outline where she touched it.
Randy was too shocked to even touch herself. She just stood there, mouth open, staring back at her father. Then, a moment later, the tears of pain and defiance welled up in her eyes.
"What was that for?" she said, feeling like he had just kicked her down a flight of stairs and pushed her off a cliff.
"Shut up or you'll get more than that," the man stormed angrily as he grabbed them both and hauled them toward the front door.
He led the screaming and protesting girls out the door as his wife held it open.
"Shut up!" Paula Dexter screamed.
The idea that her two little girls should have caught her in such an uncompromising position really angered her. She knew that she would have to make them pay for this. And pay hard.
Anger welled up in her like a flood and crowded out her reason. The social embarrassment alone was intolerable. The Dexters would never, never be invited back to the Hills house. And it had all been such fun up to then.
She was going to give it to those little girls good and hard. And she knew without asking that she would have the whole-hearted help of her husband.
Boyd Dexter fumed as he turned the ignition in the family car. He raged with the heat of anger like a furnace gone out of control.
Having been caught so fucking red-handed by his own two sniveling little brats. It made his blood boil.
He resolved as he steered the car out of the driveway and down the tree-lined street to let these little ingrates in for a piece of his anger just as soon as they got home.
Lisa and Randy sat uncomfortably huddled together in the back seat. Their father was driving like a madman. They were unused to this behavior from him. He always presented such a smooth exterior.
And what had the four of them been up when they had opened that door unannounced, Randy wondered as the scenery flew by her window.
What in the world was Mommy getting fucked by another man for? And what were those giant welts doing on her backside? Those steel clothes pins? What was that all about?
Not that Randy didn't think her mom and dad could do anything they wanted. She didn't really care what they did, not really. And speaking of getting hurt, her own rear end throbbed purple from sitting there on that hot hard car seat. She had nothing against a little pain being inflicted, if the person getting it was agreeable. If her father would only tell her it was okay, that her mother wanted it. That's all she wanted to hear.
Lisa stared out the window at the houses whizzing past. Soon, the car break necked out onto the ramp leading to the expressway. Fifteen minutes, about. Then, they'd be home.
She wasn't looking forward to it. Something about it told her that it was going to hurt a lot. And she didn't especially like pain she hadn't asked for.
Unable to hold her tongue any longer, Randy finally broke the silence of the car interior.
"Dad," she said, meekly, but persistently, "I don't care what you and Mom do as long as it doesn't.. . "
She didn't even see her mother's hand come back and hit her in the face. It happened so fast and it was over so quickly.
But the effect lingered. The burning, churning mass of flesh on her face that her mother had come down so hard on.
Lisa resolved to keep her mouth shut over the incident, seeing how her sister was smarting from it.
But why in the world had their mother lashed out like that? She didn't usually hit her own kids.
And now, as their father pulled the car off the expressway and headed for home, she was crying. Holding her head in her hands and sobbing her sweet child bride heart out.