Chapter 8
The Dexter car pulled into the driveway with a hiss of the tires. Boyd Dexter slammed on the brakes just short of the garage wall. He wasted no time opening the driver's door and hauling ass out of it.
The rest of that crew could shift for themselves. He was mad. Burned up at the world. And especially at those lousy little daughters of his.
They had made his afternoon, his day, his week, probably the rest of his summer a complete mess. And teachers didn't have long to fool around from July to September. there would be no more gatherings at the Hills house, no more inviting them here, either. And it was so hard to find other suitable couples to swing with in punishment sessions. Most of them just weren't that liberal-minded.
They had tried to interest the McTavish couple in their sex games, but nothing doing. He had gone to school with Brad McTavish, known his teacher wife since they were teenagers, but the couple had rebuffed them when they got wind of what they were into sexually speaking.
It had been such a great stroke of luck, finding the Hills. Doug and that delicious looking Hope. He could practically taste her cunt in his mouth right now. Feel the hot lips of her enveloping pussy enclose his rigid cock up to the hilt.
Thoughts of their lusty afternoon together filled his brain and shut out his reason.
He slammed the bedroom door after him and sat down on the bed, holding his head between his hands. How the hell was he going to explain to the girls.. . fuck the girls.. . they didn't need an explanation.
It had all been their fault. Those little bitches. Worse than his own wife. Always teasing and flaunting their sexuality at him. Parading around in tight shorts and short skirts, reminding him of his wife at that age.
His adorable Paula. Now there would be no more fun for her either. She was so excited to share their sex lives with other couples. Like-minded couples. The Hills pair had been her first chance to see what another man was like. He had married her when she was so young.
And now, nothing. There would be no other invitations. No more summer fun. Cancelled. Undone. He saw his two teenagers in his mind's eye. He saw them striking their bottoms, reddening their butt cheeks.
And the longer he thought of it, the hotter his head burned. And the longer he thought of getting revenge on them for what they had done, the harder his cock got.
Paula Dexter was too angry to even speak to her girls. She threw her handbag down on the kitchen table and stormed into the bedroom. She had to knock at the door for her husband to let her in.
She rapped several times, but no response. She knew he was in there and she got a little worried. Her darling daughters! Spoiled little brats is what they were. They'd been told not to come in without knocking. And they hadn't obeyed.
She didn't like to have them disobey her. Threaten her authority. It made her mad. Burned her up. And just when she was about to have her sixth climax with that hot hunk of Doug meat thrust up inside her. That delicious prick.. .
"Boyd?" she called softly, knocking again, "let me in."
Boyd shuffled his feet toward the door. Shuffled them along like an old man. He felt like one today, quite suddenly. But he knew what he had to do, and he knew he needed his wife's help to do it.
"Get in here," he said heatedly into his wife's innocent, upturned face.
She stepped inside and stood in the middle of the room as she watched Boyd digging in the closet.
"What are you looking for, Honey?" she said, confused as ever now.
"Some stuff," he said, "I think you're going to have to help me find it. And when we do, we've got work to do."
Randy and Lisa found their way down to the basement and turned on the light in the family room.
Randy climbed up on the bar stool in the corner and peeked down under it to see if there was any soda left.
Lisa headed straight to the refrigerator to look for some ice.
"Dad's sore as hell," Lisa said, pulling the ice tray out of the freezer.
"He's sore?" Randy said, rubbing her cheek where their mother had given her a piece of her hand, "how about Mom?"
"Her, too," the little black-haired girl said, scratching her behind and dumping the ice out onto the bar top.
"So what do we do now?" 'Randy said, sitting on the bar stool and hugging her arms around the base of the cushion seat. She turned from one side to the other on the little pivotal stool and tried not to sound as confused as she felt.
"How about nothing?" Lisa said, scooping up some ice cubes and carrying them over to the bar.
A loud male voice boomed down to them from the top of the stairs. Lisa dropped the ice she was holding and let go of the muscles in her mouth when she heard it.
"You lousy little cunts!" the voice said.
It sounded like Daddy's voice to Randy, but she knew it couldn't be. Daddy would never say anything like that.
But right there in front of her stood her dad. All six foot and four inches of him; And he looked angry. Real angry. He was holding a huge leathery thing in his hand. And it looked mean. Mean as he did.
Mom was standing next to him with an unusual scowl on her face. She also carried something. Not something made of leather. But something else. It looked like a clothes line or a rope.
Lisa joined her sister and they both stared at the advancing couple. And they both wondered what the hell was going on.
"What is it?" Lisa dared to speak, "what's the matter?"
"You fucking little brats have ruined our fun, spoiled our good times," the woman scolded in a harsh, cruel voice Lisa and Randy had never heard her use before.
"And we're going to have to punish you for it," Dad said, evil as a bull snake. "We're going to have to punish you so that you'll never do anything like that again."
"We won't, we won't.. . " Randy said, looking around the room for a fast exit.
There wasn't one. This was the basement. The only exit was up the stairs. And her parents were standing on the bottom step.
"Spying on us, leering at us," Paula Dexter said, spitting her words out like rusty nails.
"We didn't!" her blonde haired daughter protested.
"Shut up!" her father roared.
He stepped down off the step and grabbed Randy by the neck, forcing her down onto her knees.
She felt them scrape against the linoleum floor of the basement as she saw her own blonde hair whiplash out in front as she tumbled to the floor.
Lisa ran to her aid, but their mother was too agile and quick for her.
Paula Dexter grabbed Lisa by the long, flowing black hair and pulled her away from her sister and her husband.
"Get over and stay over here," the petite woman shouted in her daughter's ear. "You might learn something."
Boyd Dexter grabbed his little girl's blouse and pulled the thing off her. He took both his huge hands and split the twin flaps of her blouse lapels open. And he split her little, flimsy blouse right up the back seam.
The sound of the tear wrenched Lisa in the guts. It sounded so fucking brutal. What in the world would happen next? What did these two have in mind?
She could barely make out what was happening next. Her father's hulking frame hid her sister's body from full view. He was leaning over her and.. .
But no! Lisa shook her head in disbelief. It wasn't possible. Could it be true? But the telltale signs were there. There was no mistaking what was going on.
Randy's bra flew to one side of the room. Thrown there by their father! He had pulled his daughter's bra off.
What the hell was he going to do now? Lisa turned and bolted for the door. She got nowhere close to the steps. Her mother caught her again and this time she was even harder on the girl.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she asked, sneering at her.
"Let me, please, let me.. . "
Paula did not even seem to hear her daughter. She grabbed one hand around her waist and pulled her tight little shorts down over her high, thrusting buttocks.
Then, she hooked her hands round the little girl's nylon panties and yanked them down the same path. The panties and the shorts slid down the girl's knees and ended in a heap at her feet.
Bare-assed now, Lisa faced her mother.
"No, Mom," she said up to her cruel-faced mother. The woman she no longer recognized
"We'll teach you not to peek and spy and come where you're not wanted again," her mother leered into her face.
Randy could barely decipher what was happening to her little sister. So preoccupied was she in comprehending what was going on above her. And all around her.
Her father had taken her blouse, her bra. And now, even as she shook her head trying to rattle her brain into waking from this nightmare, her father was squeezing her nipples. Squeezing them like they were lemons and he was making lemonade.
"Fucking little dumb cunt!" the man said, through clenched teeth. Teeth that looked like the devil's own to Randy from her viewpoint.
"Whip her!" Paula Dexter shrieked, slapping Lisa around as she shouted to her husband, "whip the shit out of her. I'll make her sister watch."
Her husband pulled the girl's buttons right off her shorts. And he wasted no time ripping her panties off her. Panties he and his wife had given her for her birthday!
The indignation, the bitter sting of indignation rose up in Randy's temples as she felt her father strong arm her into turning around.
But as she did so, the pain radiating off her buttocks reminded her that the last thing she should be doing now is turning her ass toward her father.
"What is this!! ! ! ! ! " the outraged man yelled at the top of his bassoprofundo lungs.
He turned the girl around rudely so that Paula could see what he was talking about.
Paula stared at the girl's behind and felt herself fume. It was blistered red. Swollen with welts and puckers that no natural accident could have put there. The girl had been whipped. Punished within an inch of her life. And one thing was for sure. She or her husband hadn't done it.
"What happened?" Paula said, her voice growing suddenly low and menacing. Like the growl of a bulldog.
Silence.
"You better talk, Randy," Boyd said, pulling his daughter close enough to inspect those marks. Sure enough. They were lash marks. But who the hell had done it?
"No!" Randy said full of hostility. Hostility that she had never known before.
"Talk!" her father roared.
He grabbed that deadly looking object he had carried down into the room. It was some sort of whip. Ugly, evil, menacing. It had a short crop handle on one end and a braided sort of rawhide strap hanging from that.
Neither girl had ever seen anything like that before.
Their parents had always disciplined them with the back of their hand, or the back of their tongue. By bawling them out. But nothing like this. Ever.
"You gonna talk?" her father said, waving the whip high up over his head, "or are you gonna bleed again?"
Randy buttoned her Up and stood there frozen to the spot like a little martyr.
Lisa couldn't take the tension any longer. She bit her lip to keep from shouting out loud, but that did no good.
"No, Randy, no!! " she shouted, twisting in her mother's severe grip. "You've got to tell him. He's gonna whip you if you don't!"
"Shut up, Lisa," Randy said, scared to death that the little girl would make things even worse by letting her parents know that she knew how Randy had gotten those reddening welts.
"What do you know about this?" their mother said, shrilly.
"Oh, oh...." Lisa said, shaking her head and feeling as though she might drown in her tears. How had all this gone so wrong anyway?
"Tell your father," Paula said, bringing one hard hand up in the air and smashing Lisa in the mouth with it.
A second trickle of blood joined the first as Lisa twitched her mouth fighting back still more tears. "No!" she shouted, feeling defiant and brazen. Let them beat me, she thought, I'll never tell. Randy won't either. They can beat us both silly. Beat us till we drop. I'm shutting up.
"I've had enough out of both of you," Boyd Dexter said, staring down at the teenager's dewy little cunt lips. They could be easily glimpsed through her angelic halo of blonde hair. Honey blonde bush, just like her mother had at that age.
His pecker recognized the sight all too well. It stiffened up under his crotch and threatened to make itself known to the world outside each time it slammed against his thick, tree trunk leg.
He grabbed his older daughter by the wrists and thrust them high up over her head. Then, he signalled his wife for the rope.
Paula tossed it to him and watched as he knotted one end in an incredible adept series of knots. He tied the girl's arms so that they stayed stiffly up over her head.
"See how you like that," he said, pulling her toward the bar. "And see how you like this."
He tossed her squirming, resisting body down against the bar, face first. Then, he spread her legs far, far apart.
Feeling himself unable to resist, he peeked up inside her luscious pink gash as she stood spread out like that. It was so neatly tucked up behind her round, red and welted buns. He tied one of her legs to the banister of the stairs, the other to the refrigerator door handle on the other side of the bar. And her hands, those poor little bound digits, he lay flat down against the bar and tied again.
He ran the end of the rope through the cupboard handle behind the bar.
Trussed up as she was, Randy still had fight in her. She shook her head around to see what was going on behind her.
And that was plenty.
Her mother was beginning to tie Lisa's hands behind her back, cowboy style. She watched as her father joined the action, winding the nylon cord piece round and round her sister's hands.
Next, the two of them dragged the black-haired teenager to the bar and bent her over one of the bar stools. They lashed her to the spot, face up, winding the insidious nylon cord around and around the circumference of the bar stool all the way down the legs. They were closing her in like a mummy. Locking her there to do with as they wished.
Randy tossed her head back and closed her eyes. She couldn't stand it. It was too horrid. Her butt cheeks burned as she felt the flush of embarrassed heat wash over her.
"No, no, no," Lisa was screaming every time the rope cord wound round her little hot body.
"We'll just tie you two up here so you can keep an eye on each other," Boyd said, feeling his rock hard pecker nod in agreement to the arrangement.
Paula had begun to sense the first stages of arousal, too. Her cunt was twitching like a worm on a hook. Perhaps there would be some fun here today after all. If not any more with the Hills couple, then with the Dexter couple. The Dexter couple and their adorable teenage daughters.
The ones she hated now. Hated because they were the apple of their father's eye. Taking her place as the youngest and hottest nymphets in the neighborhood. Maybe in the city. A distinction which used to belong to her.
She knew she was evil and wicked to feel this way, but she couldn't help it. These two kids of hers were just too damned cute and sexy for their own good. They needed to be taught a lesson. And how the hell had Randy wrecked her ass cheeks like that? She grew hot with jealousy.
Her own ass cheeks were painful, but her daughter's were pure art. Someone who really knew his stuff had spanked her in hot, long loving strokes to achieve that effect.
"It's your last chance, Randy," Paula said, moving away from Lisa and stepping up to where her daughter lay lashed against the bar top.
"Tell us who did this to you, how you got those marks on your butt," her father whispered harshly into her ear.
"Tell us or we'll make them look like a warm-up job," Paula countered.
The woman reached for the ice cube tray abandoned on the bar deck. She pulled out four chunks of ice and divided them into two handfuls.
Boyd grabbed the rawhide crop and held it around so that it dangled in front of Randy's nose.
"Guess you're just begging for me to use this, aren't you?" he said, savoring the moment before he plowed her butt with the thing.
Randy had decided to shut her mouth and shut it for good. These two creeps weren't getting a thing out of her. She tried to signal Lisa to do the same, but the two of them had nothing worked out ahead of time in terms of a signal, so it was difficult.
She tried winking at her, but her mother caught onto the ruse.
"Slap her with that thing," she. called to her husband, "she's trying to signal Lisa to shut up. Not that it's going to do any good. We'll get the truth out of you. If we have to whip you from now till Sunday."
Boyd Dexter stood back and took careful aim at his oldest girl's ass cheeks. He wanted to be sure that the braided thing bit into one of the already-existing red tracks slicing across her ass in neat rows. -
WHAP! the rawhide thing whipped the air and slapped down onto her butt cheek.
WOP! the braided end cut a red welt and opened it like a knife. The blood ran down in a delicious little trickle toward the crevice between her glowing hot mounds.
ZAP! the cruel master thudded the thick thong onto Randy's beautiful round rear, cutting an old track open anew.
"Owwwwwwww!" cried Randy, unable to keep her lip buttoned any longer. That damned thing stung like a son of a bitch. Stung her to the quick. Stung her so hard her pussy shuddered. Shuddered and vibrated. And the vibrations sent chills rushing up her spine. They burst upon her brain without even knocking. Her brain whirled sending mixed messages back down to her body.
But one of the messages stood out over all the others. It ignited her pussy lips and made her quake with the vibrations of arousal. Deep, subterranean vibrations of sexual arousal.
I don't see how I can feel so hot, having my own dad half-butchering me, she thought, trying to cast out the spell that held her fast. It's so fucking low of him to lay into me like this.
But the tremors persisted. They were becoming seismic. Each blow that rained down on her pink and red and purple and black and blue ass cheeks added to the inevitable earth-shattering rupture that she knew was not far off. She dug her chin into the bar and tried not to think about it.
Lisa watched in horrified amazement as her sister lay there receiving blow upon blow. She couldn't keep herself from screaming out in sympathetic pain.
"No, no, no, stop.... stop!! ! ! " she cried, only to feel the furious had of her own dear mother graze her upturned chin in response.
And her chin was just the starting point. The woman, furious to the point of temporary insanity grabbed the rawhide tormentor from her husband's hands and went to work on Lisa. She yanked her pussy lips open rudely and swatted her with the flailing tip of it.
She winced hard as the braided rawhide tip ate a flap of her pubic skin away. Ate it away and left the rest dangling in the breeze. The air that found its way under it burned her to the quick.
She looked up to see the seething facial mask of her mother as she continued the punishment.
One thing she saw etched on her face that she couldn't mistake. That woman was enjoying herself!
How could she be? Lisa thought as the next whiplash heaved down on her. This one struck her high up inside her pussy. It scraped against her clit and practically severed it in two.
She wondered what her clit would look like after this thing was over. Would it have a little fork in it, like the tip of a snake's tongue?
The thought made her shudder. Her pussy lips were doing a lot of shuddering, too.
Randy said a little prayer of gratitude that there weren't two rawhide whips in the house.
But her thankfulness turned to stark terror when she saw what her father was doing. He edged very close to her and stared her in the face. She had never seen him look so evil in his life.
"Spoiled my fun, you little blonde cunt," he said, seething down at her with his teeth exposed and his lip curled up. "You spoiled my life. You teased me into fucking you that day in school."
"Dad," Randy said, faking a little uneasy smile, "what are you talking about?"
Her father leered at her and reached one hand down along her back as far down as her ass cheeks.
"You made me lose my job. You worked all your little feminine tricks on me to get me to fuck you. Bet you thought I was some conquest, huh? A middle aged teacher with a position? And you, just a twelve year old dumb-ass broad with no brains and a meat grinder for a cunt.. . "
The man had worked his hand down under his daughter's white tight buttocks. He gripped her there fiercely, twisting his hand around one way and the other, bringing her to paroxysms of pain.
"Dad, no!! ! ! ! " the helpless girl shouted, "you've got me mixed up with Mom. I didn't seduce you. I'm Randy, Dad. Your daughter!"
Randy was only vaguely aware of the soft, thudding noise of the bull whip slapping her poor sister's flanks. She couldn't see much the way she was bent over that bar. But she could feel. And right now, her father's hard, huge hand was pinching all the way up to her twat.
"It's a little late for apologies, Paula," the man snarled, "you teased me into fucking you and I got you knocked up, didn't I? Just like you wanted, huh?"
"Please, Dad," Randy cried, the tears falling down her face like rain water, "you've got me mixed up with Mom. I'm Randy, Dad, pleassssseeeee!! ! "
Her cries had little effect. Her father twisted and yanked on her pussy lips so hard she thought he might tear them off.
The bruises and welts on her backside throbbed in painful, rhythmic waves. She could hear the sobs of her sister. But the eeriest thing of all, was the sound of her mother's voice.
In the last few minutes, she had turned into a vixen. A she-devil.
"Take that you bastard," she shouted like a woman possessed. "You got it coming to you. Seducing me.. . raping me before I was even a teenager! I was just a kid, for Chrissakes. You were a teacher. I looked up to you. And what did you do? Stuck your big, leathery cock into me before I was thirteen!! ! ! ! "
"Mom, take it easy," Lisa cried, tossing her black head of hair around and around, trying to avoid the smarting blows that rained down her body, raising welts the size of tire tracks all up and down the white, heaving flesh.
"You made me nearly die of shame! I was only thirteen years old when I had my baby. Your baby. You rat!! ! ! You fink!! ! You child-molester! You were a teacher, too. Shit, you shouldn't have ever been allowed around kids. You were a pervert!! ! ! "
"Mom, I'm not who you think I am," the tiny girl's voice bellowed out as loud as she could throw it, "I'm Lisa, your daughter. I'm not Dad."
"Don't give me any shit, Boyd," the woman screeched, "and don't toss that wavy black head of hair around at me to try to seduce me any more either. You stuck your cock up me when I was just a baby. A baby!! ! And I've had to pay for it every day since. Every day of my life."
Randy Dexter dug her chin into the bar top and wished she were dead. Her father thought she was her mother and her mother thought Lisa was her father. She could only guess What might happen next.
"Little hot twat!" the man said, "little hot twat that never could get enough. Well, now you're gonna get it. You're gonna get it where it'll do you some good, too. Maybe you'll shut up for a change after I'm through with you."
Randy heard the man unzip his pants. The sound terrified her even more. She didn't know what it was he had in mind and that scared her, too.
The next thing she felt was a thick, stubby wad ramming against her upturned ass cheeks.
"No!! ! ! ! " she shouted as she felt it knock hard against her quivering butt flesh. "Please don't, Dad. I can't take that."
Boyd Dexter had lost complete control of his senses. He knew only that his schlong was rock hard, that he must penetrate this disgusting little nymphet and teach her a lesson. He gripped his stiff pecker in his hand and locked his fingers together, bracing it in place. It was going to be a difficult penetration and he would need all the techniques he could think of to use.
"Don't do this, Dad. Please!" the girl continued, "I'm Randy, Dad. I'm your daughter."
The man's prick was behaving like a wild mustang. It flailed and bobbed every which way before he could steer the cock tip into the girl's pink puckering sphincter. He spit on the dome of his peter and worked the saliva around the rim, feeling the head stiffen even more as he did so.
Then, he stood back a little, tensed his ass muscles and charged. Charged ahead into the tiny tight, moist hole between the girl's white butt mounds.
"Oh, God!! ! ! " Randy cried, feeling a hot poker slice her ass in two. "You're gonna kill me, Pa!! ! ! ! "
The man braced his buns together tightly to keep his dick stick operative. It was plenty hard, but it needed to be pushed. Pushed all the way up the heaving tight bung hole of the blonde beauty that lay bound up beneath him.
"You lousy fuck!" Paula Dexter said, seemingly unaware of the ghastly scene on the bar next to her. "You made me pregnant and I'm gonna make you pay for it."
"Ma, please, don't hurt me any more," Lisa shouted, the sweat running off her body in sheets. The salt of that sweat stung her open wounds, put there by the whip her mother had so surely slashed her with. The salt added to the pain of the whole torture, making her head swim and clouding her vision. She felt as thought she might pass out any second.
"See how you like this," the woman railed.
Paula gripped the crop handle around its leathery base. Then, she reached over and deftly spread her daughter's butt cheeks. She took one look at the dusky rose eye between her mounds and gathered enough saliva into her mouth to make a long, sure spit ball. She spat it out and watched hypnotically as it dribbled down her daughter's butt, down toward her cunt.
"God, Mom!! ! ! ! ! "Lisa said as she felt the butt end of the crop pierce the sanctity of her anus. Her ass sphincter spread out by the sheer force of the leathery invader. The thing scraped her poop chute, scraped it and cut it and jabbed it until she was sure it must have begun to bleed.
Paula watched in awe as the blood trickled down out of her daughter's bung hole.
"You like that, don't you?" she said, rudely leering into her face. "You like that because it's cruel. You like cruelty. You were cruel to me, weren't you? Fucking me when I was only a kid. And now, I'm returning the favor. Feels good, huh?"
"No!! ! ! ! " Lisa said, squirming within the limited space the rope would allow her.
Randy could see nothing. She could only imagine what the worst thing possible that could happen would be right now. That was that her sister was getting ass fucked like she was. But with what?
Boyd Dexter felt his balls climb up and clutch his dick base. They banged against his shaft as hard as they ever had as he continued to pump his dick into the tiny muscular hole the girl presented him.
His cock was being massaged, pampered, pushed and pressed on every side, every vein. His nerve endings were on a general alert. His cock seemed to be gearing itself up for a big release. And he knew that release wasn't far off.
His pecker zoomed in on the girl's shocked butt tunnel. The gripping was the tightest hold he had ever experienced. He pulled his dick out once to look at it. Smeared from tip to base with the mucus of arousal. Young hot nymphet arousal. Virgin arousal.
Randy felt it, too. Her whole body had lit up like a Christmas tree. It felt like it was ascending into space. She gripped her ass cheeks with her own splendid little set of butt muscles. The ones she had gotten from riding her bike all summer. And she felt the entire circumference of her father's big dick plugging her to kingdom come. It felt whole and complete and sexy.
She let herself go a moment and flew into a rage of spasmodic orgasms. Ones she couldn't control or diminish.
Boyd Dexter let his cock up into the dark passage and pressed down on his standing feet. The feeling of power surged through his balls and shot out the tip of his dick. It felt as though it were boiling when it rushed out and splattered the tiny confines of his daughter's virgin ass.
Paula Dexter brought herself to a five alarm orgasm as she diddled her cunt with one hand and jerked the rude leathery handle in and out of her daughter's ass with the other.
Lisa felt the non-stop leathery rub of the whip handle poking her ass to a stiff peak of heated come. She shuddered violently as the whip tip prodded her in what felt like every pore of her body. She shrieked and tossed her head around violently as she shot off.
So loud were the four of them that they missed the tapping on the basement window.
Boyd drew in a breath, tried to steady himself enough to lift his rock hard dick out of his daughter's ass as he looked up distractedly.
There, stooped over the window and staring in at them were Hope and Doug Hills. The four of them could hear their shrill voices filtered through the basement window.
"We're sorry we were so hasty, Boyd," Doug was saying, shading his eyes with his hands to get a better look inside.
"Let us in," Hope said, imitating him, "we hope you'll reconsider. We loved having you over. Give us another chance."