Chapter 6
Mrs. Carter stopped crawling when she reached the center of the bed. Then she bent her head and arched her back.
Her ass was raised up very high and both the crack of her ass and the crack of her cunt could be clearly seen.
Her black nylon stockings ended right below the mounds of her firm ass-cheeks. The corset ended at the middle of her back.
Her buttocks were clearly framed by her garments. Her flanks made a perfect target for Mr. Carter's well-aimed whip that soon was to crash. I could feel that Kenny's cock was very hard in anticipation of the beating to come. Soft sighs rushed out from his mouth by my sucking and his gazing.
When his father completely undressed he went to bed and raised up the whippy cane. Mrs. Carter let out a soft whimper and prepared for her ass to be beaten.
Mr. Carter showed her no mercy. He struck her across both buttocks. When the cane pulled away a biting red welt remained in its place instantly springing up.
Mrs. Carter let out a muffled groan and her ass-cheeks trembled. She bit into the pillow by her head and prepared for the next blow by raising her ass higher.
The second shot of Mr. Carter's cane was even more terrible than the first. It seared into her ass like a knife through butter and crisscrossed with the other welt.
Mrs. Carter couldn't help but let out a fearsome howl of pain. Her assmounds quivered in place and, unbelievably, she lifted them up higher still.
It was hard to tell whether she was liking the beating or trying to comply with her husband's whim to beat her. The third blow was a particularly dastardly attack.
As it laid across both halves of her lower buttocks, the middle of the cane caught a part of her gaping cunt. The pain was awful, and Livinia shrieked loudly.
She begged her husband to take it easy on her. But I could see from the rock-hard state of his throbbing cock that Mr. Carter had only begun the torture.
There was nothing for her to do but bury her face in her arms and keep her ass raised up in its vulnerable position. I watched two searing blows slice into her.
It was a scathing attack that brought tears to her eyes. In a flash, two angry-looking red welts showed themselves directly in the center of her ass.
I was quite entranced by the spectacle of the mother's beating. My jerking hand gripped the cock and I nibbled on the head out of the side of my mouth.
My eyes were glued on the scene of the beating as were Kenny's. With each landing blow of his father's cane I could feel his cock lurch from his surging blood.
Apparently, his mother's whipping was turning him on, instead of off. I doubt whether I would have reacted to my mother's beating in exactly the same way.
Especially if it was Mr. Carter who was performing the operation as he was now. I still couldn't stand the beast, and I could stand him even less now.
But the sight of him whipping his slut of a wife did turn me on so. I was anxious to see her get everything that she deserved, seeing that she had things too good.
Apparently, Mr. Carter thought she deserved as much of a beating as I did. He never stopped tearing into her ass for a second, only delaying to intensify the attack.
He would deliver a more than hearty thwack of the cane right across both cheeks and then watch the flesh spasm in place from the memory of the painful blow.
It was a veiy lustful sight particularly if you weren't the victim of the attack. It was nice to see her ass flame up from the cane and become beet red in color.
It gave the woman a very seductive appearance. If only all her flesh could be made that deep crimson color that would be an effect well worth waiting for.
But Mr. Carter only had it in for her ass. He flailed every inch of it until the entire surface was a blazing inferno of red welts and bruises.
Mrs. Carter withstood every scathing lash though each one caused her great pain. At a certain point, the blows became less painful and were easier to bear.
Mr. Carter's blows never got softer, but harder all the time. As they got harder Mrs. Carter's pain began to ebb away and be replaced by seething pleasure.
Each crack that landed on her stricken back sent a moan of pleasure rushing out of her fevered lips. Her cherry red nipples were hard and swollen, her clit bloated.
Her sensitive clit dangled freely out of her parted cunt lips that had flowered open from the hot effect of her beating. She raised her ass very high up.
In this position the whole of her gaping gash was clearly in line with his swishing attack. She bared her cunt so that he could whip it-whip it good.
Each blow of the cane now struck both buttocks and her gaping cunt as well. Every inch of her ass was beet red, exactly the color of her flaming snatch.
The area of her flanks looked like one open cunt. It was hard to tell where her ass mounds ended and her dripping snatch began. Every thing was a blazing red.
When she tamed to inspect her husbands face as he whipped her insensible, we caught a glimpse of her flushed face. It was lit up like a red bulb!
Her ass and face glowed with a fiery intensity. She radiated energy, hot energy from those two spots. One last blow and Mr. Carter laid down the cane.
Livinia remained on the bed in her prostate position whimpering. Her angry red flesh was quivering. Her wet cunt was spewing juice, her nipples fully bloated.
Without greasing his entry, he took his cock and poked the head of it inside her brownhole. To my surprise, Mts. Carter beseeched him to impale her further.
I think the whipping had the effect of bringing out her whorish instincts, for never had I seen or heard a woman pine to get ass-fucked the way she just did.
He stood up on both feet while gripping her hot cheeks with his hands. Using his grip for leverage, he moved his cock head deep inside her teeming tract.
As he drove into her, she reached two hands behind her and strummed her hot gash and his dangling set of balls at the same time. Her breaths were deep and short.
She was quite inflamed from the beating and the brutal ass fucking. Mr. Carter long dicked her with his pole, making sure to withdraw totally out of her all the time.
With each stroke that buried his lance bone-deep in her bowels, he followed it with a fearsome dislodgement that nearly sucked her intestines right out of her.
It was difficult to tell what was the more searing attack, his awesome cock-pokes that split her flesh in two, or his mean withdrawals that pulled her guts with it.
But after the fearful beating he had just administered her flanks, there was no exercise too painful for the lusty Livinia. She settled into it in no time.
A few minutes of this kind of hearty ass fucking and she was writhing and reacting like a cheap whore. She kept egging him on to fuck her harder, if that was possible.
Her next move was to spread her ass-cheeks wide to give her husband's cock full play inside her. He reamed her deep, and poked his pecker every which way.
His gyrations caused her to moan in delight. Each time his cock poked a new section of her tract she let out a sigh of sweet resignation and rapturous fulfillment.
There was nothing he could do to her that did not cause her pleasure. Either she was used to his brutal bouts of lovemaking or she liked it fast and hard.
He took her by her bleached blonde hair and pulled her body into his thrusting cock.
He reached under and nailed both her tits in his pawing hand and mauled them.
I had never seen such a fucking session in all my life. A man would never demand such submission from a common tart, unless he was prepared to pay a small fortune.
He was getting his decadent rocks off at a bargain basement price-from his own wife. It was amazing that she had put up with him for so long. Maybe she did like it.
Or maybe she just liked the rewards of being a rich man's wife. But he certainly made her pay for it. My mother would never have stood for it, poor and all.
He alternately dipped his cock in her ravaged cunt before re-applying his lance into her ripened ass tract. Livinia took each probe that were cannon shots.
The rogue never let up with his long dicking thrusts no matter which hole he decided to perforate. Kenny was iron hard, and his pole burned into my mouth.
His poker was bathed in my spit. His cock was the hardest it had been so far, which was ample indeed. I did not want him to blow just yet. There was more to come.
Once he had appeased his desires in this double-dicking fashion, budding both holes open so that they stretched wide even when his cock dislodged, he turned her over.
She was completely submissive and spread-eagled her legs immediately, thinking he was going to fuck her from the front. Nothing could have been farther from his mind.
He went to a drawer and took out leather cords. As Mrs. Carter watched with her eyes bugging out, he tied both her wrists to the upper corners of the bed.
Then he raised up her legs and tied both ankles to the top of the backboard, right above the angle where her wrists were bound. Her ass was completely in view.
Kenny and I had an excellent vantage point to peruse her stricken loins. They were still an angry red color, and blood blisters had formed underneath the crossing welts. After she was securely bound in place, his next tack was to pick up a long, furry feather and first rub it along her nose and fevered face. She began trembling.
He teased her maniacally with the feather. He tickled her nose with the tip of it and then traced invisible lines all along her cheeks and puggish features.
She was helpless to move. I could see his actions were having the desired effect upon her. Mrs. Carter was quite aroused. She began to pant and then moan.
He encircled her swollen nipples with the furry tip, gently arousing them and sending her clear up the wall. The nipples became engorged and threatened. When he had satiated his appetite, the feather began a trek down her belly and along her supple waist. When it came to her gaping cunt, he paused in his activity.
Mrs. Carter watched with bulging eyes. Her head strained up which made her bonds even tauter, She stared with bated breath as her husband wavered that feather.
Then the furry tip lightly brushed her throbbing clit and she let out a howl of delight. She started to spasm instantly, and her cunt lips quivered and glistened.
That first probe had nearly drawn all the juice out of her. But her husband's expert touch had prevented her from coming by lifting the feather at the proper moment.
When her spasm passed the feather once again was laid on her clit. This time she succumbed to high-pitched squeals of delight in time to his strumming.
Each brush stroke of the feather painted a picture of her rising passion. Her cunt lips twitched uncontrollable, and dew streamed freely out of her pink hole.
He brought the feather against her pussy lips and ever so lightly ran the length of it over her hot gash. Mrs. Carter's sighs turned into deep moans.
He continued along the length of her crack and then made his way to her budded assole. He ran the tip of the feather around the muscular ring and then inside of it.
The brown rim of the hole gave way to an inner pink ring that he maniacally teased with the furry tip of the feather. Livinia became quite inflamed from it.
She begged her husband to stop teasing her, and to fuck her, but he was more concerned with making her crazy and he kept on lightly running the feather around the hole.
Her loins began to quake from uncontrollable spasms that were brought on by her husband's gentle teasings. Her cunt was very red, and glistening brightly.
I need not tell you the state of Kenny's cock at this point. He was on the verge of coming at any time, should I endeavor to intensify my hot sucking.
A very slight pull or two with my drawing mouth and his load would burst forth. I took my hands off it and just left the very tip of the prick in between my lips.
I kept mouthing it, but very gingerly, noticing that I was timing my lapping in rhythm to the way that his father was insanely teasing his poor mother.
Mrs. Carter was in a highly fevered state of passion. I think she would have succumbed to any depravity at this point. She was completely putty in her husband's hands.
He continued to tease the length of her sensitive parts with the brushing feather. He enjoyed the twitching of her red lips and ass-hole as he teased her inner core.
Her ass-hole was more than inflamed, it was a burning sheath of flesh. The rim of the hole itself had puckered like a pair of lips, though the inside was clearly visible.
In a few more moments she would be a raving lunatic. Her nipples were massively bloated and her face was hot and flushed, her eyes rolling in their sockets.
Mr. Carter dropped the feather and prepared to mouth her. He knelt in front of her exposed loins and ran the tip of his prick over the crack of her cunt.
Her legs began to tremble in anticipation of penetration. But like everything that had preceded it, he was determined to make he wait as long as possible.
He played with her by running his cock head over her quivering quim and then mildly poking it about the area of her inflamed ass-hole. But he never entered.
Mrs. Carter's teeth were bared. She looked like a snarling animal, such was the extent of her heat. He took his time and rubbed her clit with his cock head.
Just when she had given up hope of his ever fucking her, the cock sneaked into her pink hole and drove inside her to the hilt, the balls slapping against her ass.
Her waiting had left her in such a state of passion that the instant his cock plunged home she came. She came so fiercely that she seemed to vibrate in her bonds.
As she writhed in position, each one of her delectable spasms sent ripples of pleasure pulsing through her husband's embedded cock. It was quite a ride for him.
Her cunt walls gripped and formed around the invader and seemed to snap on it and suck it up her. She tried to move into him with the little slack her bonds provided.
Though it was useless to move, she kept trying and her cunt kept on drawing on the cock that had finally plugged her. Her orgasm was a never-ending wave.
The slightest bit of sucking at this point would have caused Kenny to erupt. I was timing his explosion, and mine, for the moment his old man came.
They way he plowed into his prone wife I knew that the moment would be upon us shortly. I strummed his pecker with the tip in my mouth and fingered my own clit.
Our four eyes were fixed on the scene of his mother being brutally raped by his father. We watched him remove his pecker and then bury it up his wife's ass.
The searing entry caused Mrs. Carter's loins to spasm of their own accord. More spasms rocked through her body. This time they were throes of pain.
Once more he enjoyed the ripples of his wife's convulsions as they pulsed through his dick. I moaned on Kenny's cock head and strummed the staff hard with one hand.
My other hand stroked my gaping pussy. I was bent on my haunches with my legs spread-eagled. I fingered my clit and every once in a while darted two fingers up my slit.
We could see her tract circling the plunging staff. Her pink ring of flesh thinly gripped that part of the staff that moved in and out. She was powerless to move.
He could freely fuck both holes whenever he wished. He chose her ass-hole as his roost and meanly fucked it. He drove his cock deep with every plunge.
Then we saw him slowly withdraw the cockhead. The rim of her ass expanded to and unreal size to dislodge the cock, and then slowly puckered back to shape.
But like a piece of elastic that has lost its resiliency from broken adhesions, the hole did not resume its original size but remained flowered open about an inch wide.
He jerked his cock off onto her gaping cunt and watched his thick gobs of sperm paint the red and inflamed area. My mouth pulled, drew and sucked on Kenny's pole.
I deep-throated him and fiercely strummed my clit. I fondled his large sac of balls and gently squeezed them and cupped their weight. My head jerked back and forth on the head.
Each time the tip of his prick lodged down my pipe I had to bolt my head to dislodge it. The friction afforded him great pleasure and I felt the shaft stiffen in my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide and he worked in and out of by himself. I opened wide to admit his cock and then clamped my mouth and lips around it when he entered. All the while my fingers would feverishly on my clit. I managed to insert four of them while rigorously massaging my hot hard clit with my thumb.
His father's load splashed over every inch of his mother's quivering cunt, and then dripped down the crack and deposited itself in the well of her open ass-hole.
The baby batter cooled her stricken parts. As Mr. Carter rubbed the goo along the gash and ass-hole with his deflating pecker, she sighed and moaned softly.
I could feel my own waves beginning to build up from the fierce strumming I was giving myself. Kenny's plunging cock felt good in my mouth, real good.
I moaned on his cock as my spasms built up. Running through my head the entire time were the three lewd spectacles that Kenny and I had just witnessed.
I saw mother biting a nipple while her two hands worked feverishly in and out of her hot holes. And I saw Randy sitting on a bottle that impaled her ass.
I wanted Kenny's come to bathe me. I didn't know where I wanted his white hot load to hit me first. I wanted to taste it, but I was afraid I would eat it all.
I wanted to paint my face with it. I wanted some to fall on my tits and right onto my hot nipples. Then I wanted some on my angry red gash.
And if there was still more I wanted the last of his gism to splash onto my chunky ass. My ass is very sensitive, just like mom's, and I wanted to feel it there.
As my orgasm got nearer and nearer, and finally hit me like a bolt of lightning, I pulled on his cock like a maniac while sucking the head with slobbering slurps.
His first gooey gob ran a track right up my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed it down and savored its sweet, unbitter, taste.
I took one more shot in between my lips and scum drooled out of the corners of my mouth. I jerked his pole in the direction of my tits and watched the come fall on them.
A heavy spurt landed directly on one red-hot nipple. The sight of it dangling there, as well as its cooling feeling upon my inflamed tit meat, sent me orgasming.
I continued jerking his pole over my tits and then sat on the floor with my legs spread-eagled. I watched his frothy elixir paint my hot and gaping gash.
His scum fell on my trembling pussy lips and I rubbed some around my throbbing clit. Still passionate as ever, I stood up and backed into his pumping cock.
Holding his cock behind me I continued jerking it. The last big gob of come fell onto my creamy cheeks. Then it was time to wring out the remainder.
I squeezed his staff hard and felt more sperm ooze out from the tip and stain my ass-cheeks. By this time my heat was finally beginning to dissipate.
I kept pulling on the cock to make sure I had coaxed out the last drop. Then I turned around and fell to my knees and cleaned off his pecker in my mouth.
While I did so I rubbed his sperm into my sensitive parts. I rubbed his nice scum into my big tits and then mashed the scum along my pussy lips.
When that was done I put both hands behind me, his cock still firmly in my mouth, and massaged my hot flanks with the gobs of come that fallen upon them.
When I was finished there was not a drop of sperm to be had anywhere. Either it had been absorbed by my mouth or body.
I was quite radiant, and so was Kenny. As a matter-of-fact, there wasn't a person in the house who wasn't glowing.
But only he and I had seen everything that had come down. I had a partner in crime who liked the same things I did.
I think I'm in love with Kenny.