Chapter 7
Amanda McCanlon liked eating cunt. Lewd little Melissa taught her to like cunt-licking. But the girl's young cherry cunt had had a delicate taste of musk even when her pussy-juice simmered and frothed under a lapping tongue.
Alicia's sleek, freshly shaved cunt reeked a more potent scent. The taste came sharp and strong, burning across Amanda's tongue with a fiery heat that matched the tangle of welts that blazed on her hunched back.
Vance Brandon did not spare the lash. His arm hurled back and blurred forward each time Amanda rocked her head to gulp breath.
"Suck!" Vance screamed as the whip struck and scorched her soft flesh. "Suck, wench! Lick her clean!"
Ecstatic gulps and moans mixed with her shrilling screams. Amanda's pussy swelled and strained, sparked by shocks of intense stimulation. She wrenched her cuffed wrists, wishing she could get her hands on her cunt and tease her jangled clit over the brink into rapturous climax.
Her own seeping cunt-juice puddled on the tiled kitchen floor between her knees, wafting up more pungent pussy-scent. Amanda licked and slurped, sucking down creamy cum she knew had pumped from her sons' pricks only a short time before.
Amanda had not tasted jism before. Even when she sucked her loving husband's magnificent cock, she stopped short of that. Now the slimy hot taste delighted her senses, and knowing creamy stuff came from her sons somehow made it all the more exciting.
She thrust her tongue deep and made Alicia moan.
"You eat pussy with more passion than my former maid," Alicia said. "That's because I'm giving her the lash,"
Vance said with a smile.
"Or because she-likes sucking the cum of her bad little boys," Alicia said.
"Which is it, wench? Does the whip make your mouth and your pussy burn? Or do you dream of sucking cum from your own kids?"
"I don't know." Amanda would not admit she'd been fascinated by visions of their anxious young cocks spurting in the barn.
She gulped and sucked Alicia's cunt, thrusting and twisting her tongue, wishing that she had handled the whole thing differently. If she'd taken the boys into the house instead of Melissa, she could have taught them about sex. Her squishing cunt could have been first to feel the heat of their lust.
Amanda's neglected pussy clenched and squirmed. If she had fucked her horny boys, nothing would have happened. No ropes and chains. No stinging whip and no pain. But the shame of incest held her back, and now Amanda was made to suffer in ways she thought were even more depraved.
Alicia sensed the woman's distress and could not resist adding to it.
"That's really the devil's cum you're sucking," she said. "Satan drove your sons to me. Taste his hot cum and the fires of hell will burn in your cunt forever."
"I don't care!" Amanda cried. Alicia's variation on the fanciful tale the boys had told the night before did not frighten Amanda. She already suspected it was true. The taste of cum and stimulating electrical shocks had her pussy raging with desire that seemed insatiable.
She thrust deep with a lusty grunt, hooked her tongue in Alicia's cunt and drew back. The elegant beauty so addicted to perversion pumped her shaved pussy at Amanda's anxious mouth.
"Eat me!" Alicia screamed. "Eat my cunt and make me cum!"
She clawed her hands through Amanda's auburn hair, sliding down to her leather-bound tits.
They were grunting and moaning in unison now, molding soft flesh in the heat of depraved desire. Alicia snugged her fingers around the jutting tips of Amanda's lush tits and twirled her nipples, forgetting about the shocks fired into her tits from metal contacts inside the leather bra.
Pulsing current sparked through them both. That was all it took to send Alicia over the brink into orgasm. The electronic shocks were wonderfully intense. Vance dropped the whip and watched them cum together-his wife and their new maid.
Cal had the dial on the remote control shocking device turned all the way up. His thumb pressed so long and hard on the button that his knuckles turned white.
"Jeez! How can she stand it?" Cal asked, angrily tossing the black box away. "I thought she'd be back by now, so hot that she'd want us both to fuck her."
"Somebody else might be working on her," Cody said. He was looking out their kitchen window toward the Brandon house, checking the place with binoculars.
"What do you mean?"
"Mr. Brandon's car is back."
Cal went to the window, took the glasses and checked for himself. "Holy shit! You think he's getting even for what we did last night?"
"Hell, yes. You want to fuck our mother, why shouldn't he?"
Cal's jealousy flared. He wanted his mother, but a cruel stunt meant to subdue her seemed to have delivered Amanda into the hands of another man.
"Wait!" Cal said, scanning the front of the house. "The door's opening. Somebody's coming out right now."
"Is it mom?"
"No, it ain't mom," Cal said. "Take a look." He handed the binoculars back to his younger brother.
Melissa's long blonde hair shimmered in the morning light, flouncing far down her back as she started walking toward their farmhouse.
She looked sweet and innocent in her frilly pink dress, but her face was taut with a mischievous grin.
"Holy shit," Cody said. "What's she want?"
"I don't know what she wants. But I know what she's gonna get."
Melissa came over, knocked on their front door and stood smiling when Cal opened it wide.
"My Daddy whipped your bitch mother and made her lick your cum from my mother's cunt," she said as though it all pleased her greatly.
"Why are you telling me?" Cal asked.
"So you won't think you're so damn smart. My mom and dad know all about the crazy costumes you wore. And that story about Satan's cum-"
"Does your daddy know what Carl did to you last night?" Cal asked.
"Carl didn't fuck me, if that's what you're thinking." Melissa walked in through the open door, bold and brazen as could be. "A lowly servant wouldn't dare."
"But we heard you screaming," Cody said.
"Only because I got whipped. Then Carl ran off with Hilda. He's always liked her better than my mother. And neither of them really liked the kinky things my parents do."
"What kinky things?" Cody asked anxiously.
Melissa grinned, and Cal closed the front door while waiting for an answer.
"Well, right now they have your mother tied on a butcher block table. Dad's got his cock in her. Mom's fucking her ass on your mother's tongue, and that zapper thing you've been using makes them all really hot!"
"And you're still cherry?" Cal asked.
"Pure as the day I was born," Melissa said.
"Why'd you come here?" Cody asked. He could see the vicious lewd gleam flashing in his brother's narrowed eyes and knew Melissa was about to suffer worse than she had in their barn.
"I want you two down on your knees," she told them. "I want you to kiss my ass!"
"Fat chance," Cal sneered. "We got you, baby. And we're gonna do what we want."
"My daddy would get real mad if you hurt me!" Melissa gasped. "He might do really awful things to your mother."
"You little bitch," Cal said.
"And Amanda says your dad will be home tonight. What do you think he'll do when he hears you sent your mother to my house to get fucked like a slave?"
Cody shuddered.
"Kiss my ass or your mother will come home with hers branded. And I mean branded with a hot iron!"
Melissa turned and hiked up her pink skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, so they could see the red welts and paddle marks on her ass-cheeks.
"Kiss my ass! You first, Cal. Stick your tongue in and lick my shit."
Cal stood fuming and Cody said, "We gotta do what she wants to get mom back."
"Yeah, we're gonna do what she wants. But we aren't kissing her ass!" Cal grabbed the girl's arms from behind, wrenching her hands from her skirt.
"Aaaggghhh! Let go of me! Son of a bitch!" Cal dragged her toward his mother's bedroom.
"You're gonna get fucked!" he said. "That's what you really want. Carl wouldn't do it, so you came down here!"
"N-n-no! Not for that!"
"We hard you howling a long time after the whip stopped," Cal said. "That's because Carl got you hot and then he walked away. You couldn't stand that. You heard us fucking your mother and your little cunt went crazy!"
"No! Damn you! Let me go!"
Cal laughed and pushed her into the bedroom.
"Carl went off with Hilda. We fucked your mother. Now your dad's fucking our mother and you're crazy jealous. Seems like nobody wants bitchy little Melissa."
She sobbed because Cal had struck a vein of truth. Her ego had suffered a massive blow when Carl turned and walked away. And when her father found her, still in bondage that morning, he showed no great concern. He didn't send the police after Carl as she had begged him to do.
Cal whirled Melissa around and grabbed the front of her dress. Then he gave her a shove. She lurched back toward the bed and her dress tore. The girl fell naked across their mother's bed with a loud wail.
The boys saw the patterned welts that crisscrossed her small body. Carl had whipped her all right. Whipped her real good! Her little tits and pussy-mound were still blazing red.
"Don't seem like your daddy cares much what happens to you," Cal said, grinning and smacking his lips. "If he let Carl get away with almost whipping your hide off-"
"My daddy loves me!" she cried. "And he has your mother! Don't forget that!"
"Yeah," Cal said. "He's got her. We got you. That's what us dirt farmers call a standoff."
"But our mother's getting fucked," Cody said, gathering courage. "And she ain't been fucked yet. That don't seem right to me, Cal."
"Don't seem right to me either."
He grabbed Melissa's long blonde hair and yanked her head up.
"Where's that dildo she rammed up mom's ass?"
"Right here," Cody said. "The batteries are dead though."
"There's new ones in the toy chest," Cal said. "Get that big fucker buzzing again."
Melissa moaned. "Please don't fuck me with that!"
"Why not? Because you'd rather have a real cock?"
"No!" Melissa didn't really know what she wanted. Something drove her to tease and torment the boys that morning, although deep down she knew she couldn't get away with it.
"Admit it!" Cal screamed. "You came down here to get fucked. Your mom got it, our mom's getting it, and you want it!"
"All right, maybe I do! But not with a plastic toy."
Cal laughed at her sobbing admission. "Don't worry, that's for your ass. Remember, you wanted us to kiss it? Well, we're gonna kiss it real deep!"
"Oooh, no!" Melissa groaned.
Cody had new batteries in the dildo, which buzzed like an angry swarm of bees.
"Grease it with some of that red devil stuff," Cal said.
"Sure, Cal!" Cody remembered how it had made Mrs. Brandon's pussy burn. "I'll smear on a lot so it slides in real smooth!"
Cal flopped Melissa over and pinned her arms.
"Watch her feet, Cody. The little bitch kicks like a mule."
"She's gonna kick even more when she feels this!" Cody said, teasing the red tip of the plastic cock around the taut rim of her ass-hole.
Melissa twisted and squirmed, squealing in horror.
"No, please. Not up my ass! Ungh! Aaggghhh! It's hot!"
"Hell yes, it's hot!" Cal laughed, straining to hold the wild bucking little bitch. "Gonna burn right through and heat your cunt."
The pieces of rope Melissa used to tie Amanda were still knotted around the bedposts. Cal wrestled her arms to the head of the bed and snagged one in a tight loop. Cody held her kicking feet and pushed the pulsing vibrator into her ass-hole.
"It's so hot!" Melissa screamed.
"Not as hot as your pussy will be when your cherry gets torn," Cal said, leaning across the bed to bind her other wrist.
The little blonde wailed, chilled by the bitter irony of being bound with ropes that she had prepared, burned by the peppery ointment, a buzzing dildo boring deeper into her ass-hole.
Cody took his time, tormenting her ass inch by inch.
"That's how you did it to our mother," he said.
Cal swung around to the foot of the bed. He found a pillow and stuffed it beneath the girl's whipped pussy-mound while she bucked and writhed. Then he grabbed her right foot and tied it with biting knots.
"My daddy will get you for this!" Melissa screamed, sprawled on her face, frantically kicking the one leg that wasn't tied. Cody kept a firm grip on the vibrating cock and let her wild thrashing work it deeper and deeper.
"Your daddy's gonna have our daddy to worry about," Cal said. "He ain't a big shot company president like yours-just a simple guy who kicks ass when he gets pissed."
"Yeah," Cody said, twisting the plastic cock into her like a screw. "When he hears how you and your dad fucked with our mother, it ain't gonna matter what we done."
Cal stepped away from the bed, leaving Melissa with her arms and legs tightly bound. Her writhing body arched over the pillow, stuffed beneath her pussy-mound, drilled from behind by the buzzing vibrator Cody had pushed far up her ass.
"Now look at the little bitch squirm," Cody said, laughing delightedly.
Cal was bent over the footlocker full of bondage devices, looking for something else they might use. He found a pair of tit-rings, with thumbscrews to tighten them and make the nipples bulge.
"Let's put these on her," Cal said. "Them little bitty tits of hers need something to make them stand out."
The boys laughed and went to the opposite sides of the bed, each holding a steel collar to ring a tit. They burrowed their hands under her, fondling with one hand while forcing a ring on with the other. Then they started tightening the screws.
"Yeeeow!" Melissa's tits were still very tender from a harsh whipping the night before. Now cold metal clenched around her nipples, squeezing to make them bulge.
She strained the ropes binding her arms and legs. Pain from her tortured nipples twisted down her spine like a drill. It swirled, vibrations radiating out from her ass and tits.
Cal and Cody grinned at each other and started to undress.
"Who gets her first?" Cody asked, feeling bold because of the heat in his throbbing cock.
"I do," Cal said. "I'm the oldest."
"Not by much. And my cock's bigger than yours."
Cal glared hotly. "Not by enough to matter."
"You went first with her mother."
"Yeah, and now I'm gonna pop Melissa's cherry."
Cody gave his brother a shove, catching the older boy with his overalls down. Cal staggered back and fell across the bed. A sprawling arm hammered the vibrator in Melissa's ass.
Melissa's breath gushed. Cody leaped on the bed and wrestled with his brother to keep Cal from getting into position between her bound legs. They pitched and tossed like two snarling dogs, all but crushing the girl with their combined weight.
Something hissed over their heads and they heard a ringing loud crack. It echoed like a gunshot and froze the two boys like statues.
Vance Brandon's voice boomed, "The fight's over, boys. Neither one of you gets my little girl!"
"Oh, daddy! Thank God, you're here! They were going to fuck me! They were going to break my cherry!"
"I know, dear. But I won't let them do that."
Cody jerked his head toward the door.
Mr. Brandon hauled back on the long braided lash and stood poised to strike again. The man was harnessed in studded black leather, the same outfit they had watched Carl put on the night before.
Cal pulled his pants up and made a mad dash for the bedroom window. Amanda had left it open to get the scent of reeking cunt out of the room. He kicked off the screen and scrambled out, with Cody only a step behind.
Brandon cracked the bullwhip again. It snapped so close to the younger boy's ass that Cody let out a sharp cry. Melissa started to laugh, sobbing at the same time. Now they looked like clowns trying to climb out the window with their pants falling down.
Bound as she was, Melissa could not turn her head far enough to see her father standing in the doorway directly behind her. The sound of his voice was reassurance enough.
"I told you my daddy would save me!" Melissa shouted after the boys as they dropped to the ground outside. "No Goddamn dirt farmer will ever fuck me!"
Vance Brandon stalked around to the side of the bed, calmly coiling the bullwhip in his black-gloved hand.
"Melissa, shut up!"
By then he had moved into her field of view, languidly stroking the stiff whip handle just the way Cal and Cody had jacked their cocks to shoot jism on her in the barn. Sunlight blazed through the open window and flashed off the spikes studding the harness he wore.
"Daddy? Why are you wearing that?"
"Why are you stark-naked and tied up on Mrs. McCanlon's bed?" Vance asked.
"Her boys forced me!" she cried. "You saw them fighting to be first."
"Yes, but I told you to stay in your room until I finished with Amanda. You disobeyed me. You went looking for trouble. You must know how horny those boys would be after fucking your mother."
"No, Daddy. I'm just a little girl. I didn't know they'd do this to me."
"Bullshit!" Brandon shifted his gliding hand from the whip handle to the massive cock dangling from the cup of his spike-studded harness. "I saved you from them for only one reason-"
"W-w-why?" Melissa asked.
"Because I want to be the first man to fuck you!" us