Chapter 8
The orgy on the Parker's front lawn might have gone on for hours, but, unfortunately, not all of their neighbors were obsessed with lust. There was one strict and devoutly religious couple who stood watching from their front window.
They stood watching far longer than anyone would have needed to if all they had wanted was to see what was going on. The man's cock swelled harder than in the last ten years.
"I've never seen such sin," he said in a tone more of marvel than accusation.
"I'm going to call the police!" his wife said in alarm. The way his cock throbbed inside his pants sent chills down her spine. Sex was a chore no more pleasant than washing the dishes.
Her husband didn't hear what she had said about calling the cops. He had his tired old cock out and was hand-flogging his prick merrily before their front window, yearning for all the thrills of life his prudish wife had denied him.
There wasn't a regular police radio code for "Orgy in Progress", so a hard breathing dispatcher described the scene as it had been described to her.
Thirteen cars from three different precincts hastened to respond with red lights and sirens.
Mike Parker first heard the distant wails when he was a block away from home. He went on, hardly aware the sirens were converging toward him from every direction. He saw that pious old man that all the kids hated standing with his fly open inside the bay window. He was whipping his cock and shooting cum all over the glass.
Mike blinked in disbelief, but events of the last week or so had strongly tempered his young mind. He waved and saw the old man's wife rush up from behind screaming words that he couldn't quite make out.
That prudish old man whipped around and jetted cum into her flapping mouth. Then he pulled free a cord used to hold back their front drapes. With that he bound his sputtering wife's hands behind her back. And he pushed her off toward a bedroom that had for too long been used only as a place to sleep.
Mike would have cheered, but something else caught his eye as the wailing sirens came closer. Naked people were running in all directions from his parents' front yard. They scattered like leaves in a fall wind. The young teen had only seen one man running home with his own wife.
The squad cars roared by him and screeched to a stop, but all there was for them to see was a wet lawn Uttered with discarded clothing. "Shit!" one grizzled cop spat. "We got here too fucking late."
"I'll check through the dispatcher with the lady who called in the compalint," said his rookie partner.
"Why bother? We missed all the fun."
"But still it's obvious a crime has been committed. All we need is a reliable witness."
"See what the lady who called in has to say," the older cop replied wearily, sorry they'd missed the real excitement.
"The dispatcher can't reach her," the young rookie said with chagrin. "Her husband answered the phone out of breath and said that she's all tied up."
Sharon had been let into her own house only because Cal wanted her out of sight. Trouble with the cops was the last thing any of them needed. He had the feeling the old neighborhood might be improving. As a husband scorned, he was anxious to fuck all the horny wives who'd so willingly sucked his cock. That would take time, and it wouldn't happen with a dozen squad cars still hanging around.
They all kept things quiet until the cops pulled away.
Then Cal turned to Sharon with a smirking grin and said, "Welcome home." His rough hand was patting his daughter's ripe young ass.
Jolene cuddled close beside him, smiling up at her father's face. She held his rubbery cock in her hand and stroked his prickshaft fondly.
"Your prick is still the best," she cooed. "I can't wait for you to fuck me again."
"You heard her," Cal said to his former wife. "I didn't have enough to satisfy you before ... I sure won't now with Jo wanting most of it. Why don't you just waltz your cum-dripping ass right out the door?"
Sharon's pleading eyes homed in on her daughter, the young girl so fondly stroking her father's cock, deftly swelling his prick so beautifully hard again.
Sharon's pussy ached beyond measure. It didn't matter that she'd been fucked at least a dozen times in their front yard. Watching her young daughter play with her husband's prick was the worst torture of all.
Cal gave her a cold grin and said, "Don't call us ... we'll call you."
Unwanted as wife or mother, Sharon felt a crushing weight descend to hunch her shoulders. She felt older and less wanted than even that old hag Olga. Her life was at an end, she had nothing to lose. Walking naked to the nearest bridge would end it all. That was what was on her mind when she turned to open their front door.
Mike had his hand on the knob at the same time. The door pulled inward, tugging him a little off balance.
"Mom!" he gasped, recovering quickly. "Dad and Jolene ... my God, what's going on here?"
"Ask your mother," Cal told him. "She started it all."
Sharon had to summon all her drained courage just to utter the word, "Yes." She bit her lower lip in profound regret and said, "I started it, but that doesn't mean I deserved all that's happened to me!"
Mike looked at her without even a hint of sympathy. "I'll bet you liked most of it. I should know, I saw your sexy ass whipped more than once."
"Yes, but-"
"No buts!" Cal interjected. "I've seen and heard enough to know that Sharon has learned to enjoy pain and humiliation. Look at her standing there dripping wet, her long hair cut off, the cum from half a dozen different neighbors dripping from her mouth, pussy and ass ... and still she manages a hopeful little smile."
"I'm just hoping that you'll take me back," Sharon sobbed. "I've learned. I'll be good from now on!"
"You hope who will take you back, your husband or your son?"
"Either!" she cried. "Or better yet, both. I know what a mess I've made of things, but I want us to be a happy family again."
Cal considered that point with a cool smirking grin while his daughter Jolene continued to lovingly stroke his hot prick. Mike's dark eyes swelled with envy.
"Just one thing keeps us from having the kind of open and accepting family relationship you desire," Cal said. "My son Mike hasn't yet fucked his young sister."
"No!" Jolene and her mother both screamed at once.
The young teen was happier with the lust of an older man. That made her feel more mature, more like the full-fledged woman her young body ached to be.
"How about it, Mike? You want to take a turn with your sister?" Cal asked. "I've taught her a lot in the last few days."
"I'll bet you have, Dad. And I owe her something for babbling all over school about me fucking my mother." Mike began to undress with a wry grin curling his lips. "First I think I'll put her big mouth to good use. You're going to suck my cock, Jolene ... every inch!"
"No!" Sharon rushed between them. "I won't let you!"
Cal said, "You've forgotten about being obedient already." He slapped her hard across the face. "Get out of the way, bitch! I've got a score to settle with you!"
Sharon's face was still smarting from Cal's angry slap. Her hands came up to shield her stinging cheeks. He grabbed her upper arms and whirled her toward the hall.
"The bedroom is this way, tramp." Cal gave her a shove and prodded her from behind with the heated cock that Jolene's soft hand had teased hard for him. "I hope your ass is ready, because that's what I want. You wouldn't let me have it before, remember?"
Sharon sobbed fitfully as he shoved her down the hall and into their bedroom. She'd never seen her husband so aggressive, so strongly in command.
Mike stood naked in the living room and leered at his younger sister. "Now it's you and me, babe. Down on your knees!"
"No, Mike! Please don't make me do it! I only told my best friend what you did with mom!"
"Yeah, and she told the rest of the fucking student body!" He clamped his hands on her quaking shoulders and forced Jolene to her knees. She cowered before him, eyes pleading and filling with tears.
"It didn't hurt your reputation," she sobbed. "In fact now most of the girls I know are anxious for your big cock."
"Then why aren't you?" he demanded, prodding her sealed lips with the swollen head of his cock.
"Because you're my brother!" she screamed.
That was all she had time to say. Mike rammed his throbbing big cock into her mouth. She groaned and twisted, trying to clench her teeth.
Mike pressed his fingers under her ears, between her jaw bone and skull. Sharp pain sparked from tender nerves and kept her from clamping down. He pressed harder with his fingertips, forcing her to open wide.
More throbbing cock was her reward. The bulbous prickhead reached the soft back of her mouth and pushed into her wringing throat. Jolene had to crane her neck back so his cock could enter without breaking her neck.
She trembled fearfully, terrified of choking. Her father had only put his cock in her mouth, never all the way down her throat as Mike appeared determined to do.
Jolene held her breath and tried to adjust to the swelling strain. Mike's cock was an awesome thing to see-long, thick and brutally hard, vibrant with youth.
She soon learned to gulp breaths when Mike drew his prick back into her mouth, leaving her throat clear for just a moment. She also learned to tease with collapsed cheeks and rippling tongue-strokes, tempting him to remain longer in her mouth.
Mike enjoyed that, but the warm, sleek hollow of her throat was even better. Soft waves of constriction gripped his plunging cockshaft.
Her fear gave way to lewd pleasure as Jolene got the rhythm of breathing and sucking to work smoothly. Mike sensed her new willingness and rewarded her with faster thrusts, fucking his cock to the hilt and holding his cock deep in her throat.
"For one so new to deep throating a man's cock, you're really good," Mike said fondly. "Damn good!"
Her brother's praise prompted an even greater effort from Jolene. The girl had some good basic moves and a youthful zeal for experimentation. She delighted Mike's big cock with every combination of tongue, hp and cheek movements she could think of.
He moaned in rapture when the gliding friction of her lips and soft strokes of her wiggling tongue were the best. Mike could feel the heat in his balls rising, straining the clamped ring of muscle at the base of his cock.
Deep grunts rumbled in his throat when he tensed to hold back the rising tide of cum. It was delightful agony, straining to hold it and prolong the pleasure of her fevered sucking. He could feel hot jism start to simmer and boil. The steaming pressure brought tears to his eyes.
His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. Mike had always been attracted to his sister. She was better looking and better built than most girls he knew at school. But conventional morality had kept them apart until now. No more.
He reached down and felt her beautiful young tits, anxiously working his hands over the creamy domes of flesh, whirling his thumbs on her taut nipples.
Jolene felt shivers of tingling delight along with the fierce throbbing heat of his cock. Mike fucked his prick down her throat and drew back, faster and faster. His breaths hissed in anxious anticipation. Then, suddenly, his body stiffened.
Mike roared when he had to let his cock fire. He had fucked deep into the wringing softness of his sister's throat. She felt a surge, and then a gush of creamy hot spray. He jetted spurt after spurt into her, rapidly filling Jolene's throat.
He held her tits and pumped his hips again, grunting in lewd triumph with each shot of creamy liquid fire. Spunk filled her throat and slathered her tongue. Jolene was gasping, gulping it down as fast as she could. She loved the taste of his quicksilver cum.
A full minute passed before Mike had vented himself completely. Jolene was still sucking, swiping with her tongue and working her lips to get more.
"There's still some dripping off your lips," Mike said with a smile.
"Hhhmmm, I don't want to waste it." Her tongue circled her lips with a slow, sensuous motion. Jolene smiled seductively. "Now will you fuck me, Mike?"
"Yeah, I sure will. But first I have to get some rope."
"Rope? What do you need that for."
"You'll see, Jo. You'll see..."
Cal pushed Sharon into the bedroom with a vicious grunt. She went stumbling forward and sprawled face-down across their bed. It was still warm from the heat of fucking his daughter. They could hear her gulping and moaning in the living room.
Sharon turned onto her back and watched Cal taking down the drapery rods from over their bedroom windows-two metal tubes five feet long shaped to look like wrought iron. Each had a spear point on the ends.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked nervously.
"Tie you up so I can keep track of you," he said, gathering four strands of velvet-sheathed drapery cord.
"Why, You've already let every man in the neighborhood fuck me. What more could I do?"
"I don't know, but you'd think of something." Cal spread her arms wide above her head and lashed Sharon's wrists to the ends of a drapery rod. Then he spread her legs and bound them too.
Sharon no longer feared bondage as she had before. A trace of dread remained, but she knew that sexual pleasure would be her eventual reward. And having suffered pain, the sensations of pleasure would all be much stronger.
Cal got a broad leather belt from the closet and stood at the foot of the bed glaring down. "I can see you've been whipped quite a bit. You must like it by now."
"N-n-no. Not really." Her tone was uncertain. Sharon's lush body was ablaze with painful welts.
"I owe you a real thrashing for what you've done," he said, slowly raising his right arm.
"Y-y-yes, I know." She cowered, helplessly bound with arms and legs spread, knowing that only a whipping would vent Cal's vengeful rage. Sharon gritted her teeth and hoped she could take enough pain to please him.
The broad leather belt hissed and cracked down on the creamy taper of her left thigh. It sounded like a pistol shot. Sharon's scream rang even louder. Never had she been struck so hard before. The others had all held something back. Cal was driven to whip her with all his might.
He struck her other thigh a stinging hot crack and then lashed her right up the middle. Hot leather blazed a welt that ran from her pussy mound to the soft valley between her luscious big tits.
Her juicy clit was stung as though it had been pushed into a hornet's nest. Then Cal struck her tits one after the other, grunting sharply as the belt came down.
Sharon's nipples burned with pain so hot she could hardly take it. Her senses had been numbed by shock. She moaned and writhed in restraint, wondering how much more it would take to satisfy him.
Cal paused to catch a breath.
"You look like hell with your hair cut so short," he said. "I'd like you better if you were bald."
"Nnnooo!" she moaned, sadly shaking her head.
He paid no attention to her pathetic moans. Cal got electric hair clippers from the bathroom and finished the job of shaving her head.
"Might as well do your faithless cunt too," he said.
The buzzing clipper circled her whipped cunt, tingling her cut as it methodically stripped off her pussy hair. Sharon had a near climax from intense mechanical stimulation, but tears of shame streamed down her cheeks.
"There's a mess of hair all over the bed," he said when the job of balding her softly humped pussy was done. "You be sure to clean that up when we're through."
"I will," she sobbed.
"We don't want any of the neighbor women to see what a messy housekeeper you are."
Sharon lay sobbing and tossing her head. Cal grabbed the rod he'd used to bind her wrists and lifted, pulling her into a sitting position. He stretched her arms as though to touch her toes and bound the two metal rods together with his belt.
She sat at the end of the bed with arms and legs splayed wide. Cal gripped the two rods and twisted, flipping Sharon over on her face with her ripe ass in the air.
It was a painful position for her. She crouched in a hunch with her arms pulled beneath her and bound near her feet. Cal took another belt from the closet and lashed it across her upraised ass.
She yelped and lurched forward, stung by the fiery stripe of pain that blazed across her ass cheeks. Cal only grinned and gave her a backhand slash with tanned leather. Sharon wailed, writhing with pain and buried her face in the bedcovers littered with her shorn pussy hair.
"Now I'm going to fuck your ass," he announced. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."
"You've always wanted to, I know that!" she wailed mournfully.
"Yeah, and from now on I get what I want whether you like it or not."
"I know, dear. I only want you to want me."
Cal still loved his wife despite all she'd done. It hadn't worked out so badly for him after all. He had his sexy daughter Jolene and now his pick of the neighborhood wives. In a way he felt more like thanking Sharon than punishing her, but he enjoyed his new mastery too much to stop.
He whipped her luscious ass again and again, feeling his cock swell harder with each satisfying stroke. The stinging heat made the tunnels of her ass and pussy squirm. Honey dripped from her shaved cunt in a sultry flow.
Cal dropped the belt and eased forward to wet his throbbing cock between her bound legs.
"Ooooh," she sighed thankfully when he began to rub it around. "I thought I'd never get to feel your cock again."
"You've never felt it like this," he assured her.
"I know," Sharon said enviously. "Fucking your daughter has made it so big and hard."
"Whipping your ass made it harder still. You're going to get a lot of that from now on. Any time you step out of line-"
"I won't mind. Not when I deserve it." Sharon knew she would not mind at all. Cal's strong domination was thrilling for her. A strong man was what she'd been seeking all along.
With his cock wet and gleaming, Cal pulled back and took aim at her tempting ass-hole. He could see the puckered rim of dark flesh and watched it pulse expectantly. She felt no fear. Her ass was well used to fucking by now. Sharon felt only waves of relief because Cal still wanted her.
He pushed in slowly to enjoy the lingering delight of her taut sleek hole. She pushed back at him, sobbing tears of delight, forgetting the pain of being bound in an uncomfortable position.
Sharon had learned precise control of her ass muscles and she applied all the tantalizing sleek motions she knew. Undulating waves gripped his sinking cock, not to resist but to suck his prick in deeper.
"I want you more than ever, Cal. I love you no matter what you must do."
"Show me. Work my cock with your clever little shithole."
"I'll give you pleasures few men have known," she promised. "I'll fuck you better and in more ways than any young girl knows."
"I still want both," he insisted. "You're a great fuck, but not so good that I've forgotten the pleasures of young stuff."
Mike and Jolene walked into the bedroom just then. Her wrists and ankles were red and chafed with rope burns. He had overturned their long coffee table and bound her spread-eagled to its legs.
They stood in the doorway, both smiling and watching Sharon get her ass reamed. Cal worked his cock expertly, shifting the angle of each thrust a little to thrill different parts of her sleek butt.
"Don't stop, Cal! Don't ever stop!" she pleaded between anxious gasps. "I love your big cock so much. It should have been enough for me." .
"That's what I thought at first, but I've learned to like variety."
Sharon cooed and purred loving noises as his cock glided in and out of her ass. "Does that mean you don't blame me too much for what I've done?"
"I'll forgive, but I won't forget. I've still got a lot of making up to do."
"Yes, I know. I'll even help. I'd love to bind and whip another woman to get her really hot, for you. Especially that bitch who cut my hair short."
Mike grinned and said, "She came by just a bit ago. Said she felt sorry for what she'd done. She brought you this to wear."
Sharon blinked away tears of delight and strained to focus her eyes. Mike held out a long silver-blonde wig he'd been holding behind his back.
"With this on, you'll look more exotic than Veronica," he said.
His mother smiled despite some painful recollections. "I wonder what will become of her?" she asked in a voice tense with mounting pleasure. "I never thought she'd tire of your hot young cock. I know I wouldn't have."
"The note she left said she found one even bigger. Some millionaire with a great big house in the hills. Chatsworth, I think it said his name was. Dexter Chatsworth."
None of them knew why Sharon suddenly exploded into laughter. And there wasn't time to ask. Her long-awaited climax with Cal had just begun.
The contractions of her pliant ass came hard. Sinewy muscles pulsed and surged, strongly gripping his cock and begging it to fire.
Cal had felt about fucked-out when they started, but the thrill of restraining and whipping his recalcitrant wife heated cum in some hidden reserve. His balls ached with power, jarred and tingled each time they slapped her warm cheeks.
He gave a deep grunt and lunged in as his cock fired, jetting the hot silver-white spray into her willing hole. Sharon's shivering scream told them all the depth of her delight.
"Looks like we're going to be a family again," Mike said to his sister Jolene.
She held and squeezed his hand. "Not a family that most would approve of, I suppose. But a very close family indeed."
With her other hand, Jolene began to stroke Mike's cock.
He let her rub it hard for him again, so hard that his sister's mouth was watering. Then he broke the news. "Not this time, Sis. Now it's mother's turn with me."
Sharon beamed a loving smile around the room, feeling needed, loved and wanted more than ever before-so warm inside that she wasn't worried about growing old. That would take a long, long time, and she intended to enjoy every minute.
She could hardly wait for her son to see her hairless cunt. It made her feel like a young girl again.