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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 112
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MFF Mg inc cons D/s oral anal spank
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 112
Childhood's end
Merry and Belle were in the laundry, Merry supervising Belle's
cleaning of the shower curtain. "Our Master punishes infractions harshly,
but is otherwise lenient. Do you think that this is going to be a problem?"
Merry asked.
"Mistress?" Belle responded blankly, "I don't understand."
"Our Master is concerned that he might be required to beat you
regularly. Do you think that this will be the case?" Merry clarified.
"I... do not know, Mistress. I have much to learn, but am eager to
please..." Belle said, brightly.
"I'M not here to beat you! Let's not take our Master too literally.
We are sisters in bondage; you may speak freely to me." Merry said,
winking.
"I honestly don't know... Right now, under these conditions, I'm
going to do what I'm told - the thought of that whip..." Belle shuddered.
"Later - who knows? He DOES plan to turn me loose at some point, doesn't
he?"
Merry's eyes twinkled. "That would be telling! We had a deal that
went something like this: I submitted, and he released me whenever he felt
like it. I had another life, so it never went too long. You have another
life, too - at least, for now." She favored Belle with a deep regard, "You
know that he expects that you will submit to him again..."
Belle shook her head, "I don't know about that!"
"He's pretty good at what he does - a good bit of which is reading
us!" Merry replied. "That thing's done," she said, indicating the shower
curtain, "Let's go upstairs and get you washed off."
Upstairs in the bath, Merry started the shower, tested the
temperature, and waved Belle in - but didn't leave. "His other worry is
that this will be an issue in our working relationship."
Belle was concentrating on the areas she had soaked when her bladder
let go, and wondering if she had time to wash her hair. "Sorry?"
"Well," Merry amplified, "our positions are reversed..." She paused,
sensing Belle had some quandary, "Need any help?"
"Um, do I have time for my hair?" Belle queried.
"Is it high maintenance? It's a grey area - he directed that you be
clean, but if he gets impatient..." Merry worried at the problem.
"Would he beat me?"
"Nooo, I don't think so..." Merry replied. "Fair is fair - worst case
would be that he would come up here and jerk you out of the shower. You'd
just be wet, or whatever."
Belle nodded. "I'll pass, then. It takes a while to blow-dry." She
paused. "As to the other thing, I can't hold you responsible for doing what
he tells you to do. Besides, it's kind of a different world, isn't it?"
"Yes," Merry agreed, "I'd never presume... HE might, though."
"He might what?" Belle asked, swiping under her breasts to get water
to the soap still there.
"He might, uh, 'recall you to active duty' if you get my meaning,"
Merry clarified. "You realize that, whatever happens, your life as it was
is over. Even if you never come back..."
Belle frowned. "I have to think about that. Part of me agrees, but I
need to understand why."
Merry nodded. "Time and introspection have brought me a long way, but
I'm not completely there yet, either. I don't think anyone ever is..."
"What will he want to do when we return?" Belle asked.
"You'll complete the dare - in spades, if I know our master!" Merry
replied, grinning. "After that - I don't think even HE knows..."
"You seem happy..." Belle observed, as Merry handed her a towel.
Merry's grin widened, "I get to discover whether women really know
more about cunnilingus... Hey, let's put on some body lotion - it won't
hurt to be smooth and silky!"
Expecting Robert to be less than patient, the girls applied body
lotion on one another in a workmanlike fashion, rather that treating it as
the sensual act it could have been. On their return downstairs, they found
Robert, fully dressed (well, in his robe and jogging suit trousers) seated
in the chair, apparently lost in thought. The pair knelt up before him, and
Robert examined both, closely. "Isn't there a bit of a glow here I don't
remember seeing?" he asked.
"Body lotion, Master," Merry replied. "We thought it might make
things more... pleasant."
"Hmmph. Let me see... Turn around!" Robert directed. The women
complied, presenting their backs to him and he applied a hand to each,
caressing, getting a relative feel. Merry was smooth, taut, muscular, while
Belle presented the springier feel and periodic changes in texture at the
creases where the rolls of her - well, fat, actually - supplied a dip.
Belle wasn't huge, or anything, but there was quite a bit more there, and
some of it would definitely count as excess... Nonetheless, the texture was
rich, not unpleasant, and not as prone to exposing the underlying rib
structure as Merry's. Both were slick and silky smooth from the lotion, and
Robert found each pleasant in her own way. Continuing the comparison, from
this angle Belle's larger, heavier breasts telegraphed themselves much more
clearly from the sides and rear, while Merry's smaller ones were somewhat
less visible, even from the sides. Of course, Merry's rode higher; Belle's
had, as expected, surrendered to gravity to a much greater extent. Asses
were quite a bit different: Merry's was rounded, and rode high, while
Belle's was a broad slab set on her wide hips Robert's mouth quirked, he
suspected that he was going to enjoy collecting his part of the dare... On
an impulse, he directed, "Up on your hands, I want to see your lower
halves." The women did as instructed, dropping onto their hands and raising
their asses. Belle moved to close her legs, prompting a sharp "Don't!" from
Robert. Interestingly, despite her wider construction, Belle's thighs
didn't rub; like Merry, she had a three-finger gap along her pudenda where
her thighs joined her hips. It was something that Robert thought incredibly
sexy; discovering Merry's appearance in a bikini had been the impetus for
Robert's concerted efforts to obtain her affections two decades before.
Robert knelt, reached out, and ran a hand along a smooth inner thigh
from each, discovering much the same differences in texture, although in
this case there were no active fat pads - more muscle was to be found on
each in this area. Robert dropped back a bit to compare pudenda by touch,
finding that although both had fat pads over their pubic bones, Merry's was
smaller and confined to the same plane as her patch of pubic fur, while
Belle's actually contributed to the thickness of her outer labia. Robert
smiled: both sets of inner labia had sprung open at his touch, revealing the
pink channels leading from their clitoral hoods to their vaginal openings.
Both sported a thick patch of pubic hair although Belle had obviously
trimmed hers for length in anticipation of this encounter. Robert wondered
briefly whether he cared to experiment with having them shave; a smooth mons
had always been a draw for him, not that he had any interest in young stuff.
No, it was much more a matter of visual appeal; you could clearly see your
working surfaces... Still, fur was cute, too... Maybe he'd dictate that
they shave down to a vertical strip, for starters. Merry had feathery
blonde wisps along her arms, her lower back, and in a trail from her navel
to her pubes. They were extremely thin and light, and the light had to be
just right to see them - and Robert loved them, despite Merry's ongoing
concern over their extent.
Robert walked forward on his knees and gathered in breasts for
examination, Merry's, in this position, were basically conical, while
Belle's were drooping globes. Nipples were also a contrast: Merry's were
relatively narrow, stiffly pointed, and brownish in color, while Belle's
were fatter, somewhat flattened horizontally, and pink. Robert fondled
each, wondering how on Earth he was going to deal with two such very
different women... Not to mention the fact that while theoretically he
owned Merry in fee simple, he really didn't want her unhappy and jealous...
Well, on with the show... "Very nice, both of you," he approved as he
rose. He wandered over to the somewhat untidy pile of accoutrements left by
Belle's foray into Merry's display and extracted the bar and the ankle
binders. Obviously, if he could very clearly delineate their relative
status... Regarding Belle, he announced, "Your current status virtually
requires that I bind you, at this point. Therefore, before we continue the
evening's entertainment..." He went back to the chair and sat down. "Left
foot, please..."
Belle glanced back over her shoulder, puzzled, and Robert stuck out
his hand. Belle lifted her leg and placed her ankle in the extended palm.
Robert held it and began buckling on a restraint. "Merry, bring me the
quirt - I think it's foolish to expect that we won't have to tune things..."
This subtle manipulation was designed to accomplish a couple of things: It
reminded Belle that she lived under the threat of the lash, it provided
Merry with something to do, and it reminded BOTH of them of their relative
positions. When Merry returned, he had her kneel to the left of the chair,
rather than in front of it. The reason why became rapidly apparent when
Robert had Belle shift to the left and present her other ankle for the
binders. When he was done, he directed, "Okay, knees down and ankles up!"
He collected the bar, and nodded to Merry to connect the left side to
Belle's left ankle while he connected the right. Once completed, he
retrieved the quirt from Merry and used it, not to strike Belle, but rather
to goose her by flicking it against her labia, gently, "Move forward a bit,
now... Are we ready? All right, Belle, turn around and assume the ready
position..." Robert glanced at the quirt in his hand, frowned, and turned
to Merry. "Bring me the paddle."
Meanwhile, Belle did as instructed, crawling forward a bit, turning
around, and kneeling, knees necessarily apart, erect, palms on thighs. As
Merry returned with the paddle, Robert asked, "So, Belle, are you ready to
prove me right?"
"Yes, Master!" Belle responded, her face a mask.
"Why is that - fear?" Robert prompted.
"Yes, Master..." The look on Belle's face said there was more to it.
Robert resumed the interrogation, "But apparently, at this point, fear
isn't the whole impetus. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Master!" Belle seemed relieved that he was leading her in this
direction.
"Perhaps we've offered you a justification?" Robert pretended to
ruminate, "A reason to forgive yourself for doing something you're
interested in, but cannot justify solely on the basis that you are a
wanton?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Is this because you are NOT a wanton?"
"Yes, Master!" Belle's eyes glowed, but she'd been had.
"Oops! Wrong answer!" Robert announced, merrily. "In this place, you
ARE a wanton - because I direct that you be! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master..." Belle's expression indicated that she was unsure
just exactly where she had wandered off the tracks, but she was pretty sure
she was back on them... After a moment, her brow cleared, and she was again
all attention.
Robert chuckled. "If it were something I were required to do, I would
apologize - I led you astray in order to justify a bit of warm-up that I
think will be valuable. Since I do NOT have to justify my actions,
however..." He turned to Merry, retrieving the paddle, "We'll need the
lube, now - then you can comport yourself on the couch to receive Belle's
first effort at muff-diving." Turning to Belle, he waved the paddle. "Over
onto your hands and approach the couch, Slave."
Belle rotated back to her hands and knees, and crawled toward the
couch, Robert following. He stepped around in front of Belle, and
announced, "It occurs to me that I might need some preparation..."
Belle got the hint. She reached up and gently slid the jogging suit
pants down Robert's legs, past his obviously completely prepared cock. She
held them while Robert stepped out of the collapsed legs, and put them
aside. Then she returned her attention to Robert's cock.
It was nice, she decided, not disproportionately huge, nor less than
it should be. A bit larger than Nick's, perhaps... Engaging Robert's eyes,
she got a nod, and, moving forward, ovalled her lips around the head. This
wasn't exactly new territory for her - she'd done Nick many times, and she
had a couple of other experiences under her belt, so she didn't bother to
pretend that it was unusual or unpleasant, or any other reaction, real or
feigned - she just started sucking. It was pleasant, too, all in all; it
had been years since Belle had sucked a cock, and she found that she'd
missed it, a bit...Not that it was an act that would ever give HER an
orgasm, but there was always a certain sense of satisfaction when the dam
broke... Belle knew before she had his glans fully covered that Robert did
NOT need any preparation - he was rock hard - but who was she to destroy the
fiction?
Merry came back and stood behind Belle, watching her work, the lube
bottle in her hand, and a wistful look in her eye as it traveled up and down
her back. Robert had effectively closed off Merry's access to the couch,
but... Robert took her in and reached down, halting Belle with a hand below
her chin. "I'm going to sit a bit, and let you work. Merry, I sense that
you might enjoy the lubrication effort?"
"Yes, Master!" Merry's eyes glowed. Robert seated himself slowly on
the edge of the couch, Belle carefully accommodating his movements while
remaining engaged with his penis. Robert's eyes flickered, and Merry knelt
to her work.
Robert encouraged Belle's renewed efforts by wrapping his left hand
around the back of her head. Belle resumed immediately, Robert directing.
"Eyes on mine," he instructed, and Belle craned to comply, feeling the first
cool dampness as Merry dribbled lubricant along the crack of her ass from
the vicinity of her tailbone. Robert watched her eyes, savoring the
distraction.
Merry went about her work, absorbed. She lay a finger along Belle's
perineum, and dribbled lube down the deep valley between the heavy moons.
Catching some on her finger, she applied it gently to the little brown bud.
After a moment, she attempted penetration, and discovered that the
lubrication made it easy. She withdrew and circled the bud with her finger,
encouraging a relaxation, then again inserted her fingertip. Acceptance was
even less difficult, and when she withdrew, the opening didn't quite close;
obviously, Belle was cooperating. Merry took advantage of this and dribbled
a dab more lube, using her finger parked just below the sphincter as a dam.
This appeared to work, the oily liquid covered the sphincter, and she teased
a bit inside. "Bow your back a bit, Dear," Merry directed absently.
Robert glanced up, eyebrow arched at Merry's temerity - but he HAD
directed her to accomplish this... He returned a nod to the question in
Belle's eyes, and she complied with Merry's request, raising her ass and
lowering her belly.
Merry applied some upward pressure above Belle's sphincter in an
effort to tease it open again, and was rewarded by a slight elongation that
allowed more of the captured lubricant to flow. Merry teased it with the
pad of her finger until it was actively nibbling at the end of her finger,
slowly teasing the captive puddle into the opening until it was effectively
gone. Then she slid her oily fingers along Belle's labia, drawing them back
and forth along the outside of her nether lips.
Robert, watching Belle's eyes, found it obvious that she found this to
be pleasurable. Belle's eyes would go dreamy as she accepted Merry's
efforts - obviously, the fingering wasn't producing any pain. "Give her a
bit more," he directed.
Merry nodded vacantly, and began to work her finger into Belle's anus,
slowly sliding a bit in, and with drawing it, then going for a bit more real
estate. She could feel the tissues being forced aside, a novel feeling -
but she could also tell that there WAS a path, and that she wasn't effecting
any damage. After a few strokes, Belle began to loosen up; Merry took
advantage of this by bearing downward, with her finger, distorting the
relaxed sphincter, and pouring a bit more lube down her channel, using the
finger as a guide. Belle's eyes widened a bit in the face of this activity,
but it was short-lived, and didn't damage anything. Certainly, Belle had
done similar to Merry a bit before...
Robert was seriously worried that his enjoyment of Belle's efforts at
fellatio would result in an orgasm and subsequent difficulty with the anal
penetration. Belle was doing an excellent job; only an occasional lapse of
attention while distracted by events at her nether end had saved Robert thus
far. But it DID provide him with an alibi: "I'd prefer to maintain my
penis whole," he grunted, "so why don't you just hold it while you
concentrate on other things?" This comment was patently unfair to Belle,
who had done nothing wrong, but... She looked up, contrite, and Robert
softened things, "You were doing fine, but the work going on back there is
more important. We'll get back to me, if necessary." Belle settled his
glans on her tongue, and he watched as her eyes glazed, primary emphasis
being shifted to discerning what was going on at her anus.
Merry was just preparing a second finger; she'd shifted from index to
middle finger a bit before, to get the advantage of the additional length -
now she was going to add it back to gain the advantage in girth. Belle
would need at LEAST that much spread to accommodate Robert; frankly, she had
three in mind... To sweeten the deal, she grasped Belle's clitoral hood
between her thumb and index finger and began to rub it. Belle writhed; both
her pussy and her sphincter pulsed, and Merry gained the moment of
relaxation she sought for the entry. She milked the loose hood a bit more,
thumb dragging along Belle's damp channel, obtaining direct contact with the
alert nub while her crooked finger held the loose covering tissue in place.
Belle signified her willingness to do just about anything to get this
treatment to continue by driving her ass onto the probing fingers to the
limit she was able.
For Belle, the assault was Heavenly; her clit was pouring flashes
throughout her body, and the fingers in her anus felt, well, good! While
not completely comfortable, the sensation of fullness was naggingly
familiar, and she wanted it to continue...
"Okay, time to get ready!" Robert announced, and without further
preamble, took up the paddle and smacked Belle on the ass!
Belle lurched forward, inadvertently burying Robert's cock in her
throat. "Urrgh!" She threw herself backward, gasping, only to find herself
again impaled on Merry's fingers.
Robert murmured, "That was nice, come forward and take it again..."
Belle took a breath and moved to comply, but couldn't quite bury it.
Robert, expecting this, again wielded the paddle, and again Belle found
herself choking on Robert's erection. This time, she didn't retreat
immediately, but managed to hold herself in position.
In a moment, Robert backed off and rose. "Merry, we're switching
ends. Belle, hold your position." As he rose, he held up a finger to tell
Merry not to go far. He rounded behind Belle, and murmured, "Want to use
the excess?" nodding at Merry's well-lubricated fingers. Merry wiped her
hands along Robert's cock, dispensing as much of the lubricant as she could
along his length. Robert settled on his knees behind Belle. "All right,
Belle, it's your show..."
Merry took her position on the couch and settled in as Belle turned
her head to engage Robert's eyes. "Master? Where do I start?"
Robert thought a bit. "Merry, I think," he replied, "Just don't
forget about me..."
Belle nodded and turned her attention to Merry, who spread her legs,
grinning from ear to ear. She locked eyes with Merry, and moved slowly
forward, tongue already extended. Allowing it to penetrate directly into
the wet valley between Merry's labia, she got her first taste of female
essence. She stopped for a moment to assess the flavor, and grinned at
Merry as she directed a more concerted attack on her mons, delivering a
broad sweep up the pink valley between her labia.
Merry closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as the wet probe washed
over her inner lips and Belle, encouraged, began a more directed attack on
her clitoris. Moments later, an openly panting Merry was guiding Belle's
efforts from hands buried in her dark hair. "Oh, God!" Merry gasped,
"Mmmmmmm!"
With Merry under control, Belle moved forward into her lap as much as
possible, then reached blindly for Robert's erection. Robert hung back for
a moment, trying to decide whether to tease Belle, but ultimately decided
that it served no purpose and came forward on his knees, bumping the head of
his distended cock against the tiny brown ring that was its target. Belle
got a grip, thanked God that it appeared to be slick, and steadied it by
means of the hand on its shaft as she tried to make the irresistible force
penetrate the immovable object.
After a moment of shaking and sweating, lubrication and relaxation won
the day, and Belle's anus began to flower open around Robert's fleshy probe.
Both participants sighed in relief, Belle at the accomplishment, and Robert
that he had been able to maintain himself stiffly enough to be effective.
Watching the head slowly disappear into the tight opening was a turn-on,
though, and he firmed up nicely, becoming rock-solid once again as the rim
of his glans popped through the tight opening.
With Robert securely imbedded, Belle stopped to take stock. She
returned attention that had been noticeably lacking to her abuse of Merry's
clit, causing her to arch her back, moaning, and drive her head into the
couch back to provide a base from which to push more of her sensitive pussy
flesh into Belle's mouth. Belle took advantage of this pushback to once
again constrict herself toward Merry, drawing Robert with her, then drive
her tingling ass back onto its fleshy invader.
Tightness and a void in lubrication caused her to stop and back off a
bit with Robert embedded to about four and a half inches. As she recovered
the distance and pressed on, Robert reached out and began to rub her
stinging asscheeks. Inside Belle, a switch flicked. Triggered by the
comfortable/uncomfortable fullness in her anus, and the burning feel of her
asscheeks, suddenly a synapse spat and memories flooded in...
Arthur Newton threw down his newspaper as the sounds of another
altercation between his wife, Elaine, and twelve-year-old Annie grew
markedly louder. Annie had reached that stage where she KNEW that all
adults - and particularly her mother - were fools, and open warfare between
the pair occurred with increasing frequency. Arthur rolled his eyes, and
began ascending the stairs to the increasingly loud accompaniment of the
shrill argument. As he reached the head of the stairs, Annie was holding
forth in a scathing voice, "I'm NO LONGER EIGHT, you know! I'm TWELVE, and
I can't go on wearing RAGS like THIS!"
Arthur stuck his head in the door to observe the pair pushing
something that his sketchy understanding of female fashion tentatively
identified as a pinafore as Elaine, red-faced, hotly returned, "Well, you're
NOT going anywhere in THAT, Young Lady!" glaring at Annie's miniskirt and
tank top.
"MOM! Do you see THESE?" Annie indicated the pair of fat, round
breasts spilling out of her obviously too-small 30A bra, "They don't FIT in
THIS!" Annie laid her hand on the top of the garment in question.
"Besides, it's ANCIENT!"
From a pure bust-line point of view, Annie appeared to have a point;
Arthur, having arrived late, still had a grip on his temper and could look
at these things logically. He was still trying to find a way to support
Annie while avoiding compromise of Elaine's parental authority when Annie
made the point moot by reaching out and tearing the garment down the front!
This lit Arthur's fuse, and he immediately leaped into the breach.
Grasping Annie by the upper arm, he gave her a good shake and roared, "We do
NOT tear up perfectly good clothing in a fit of pique, Young Lady! Temper
tantrums will NOT be tolerated! You're in for a spanking!" Arthur pushed
Annie across the room toward her vanity stool. Elaine puffed up and
prepared to add further hot words, but Arthur wasn't pleased with HER,
either. Snatching up the garment, he thrust it at her, casting her a glare
and murmured, "YOU didn't do too well, here, either! Go cool down!"
Elaine, who was virtually purple with rage, looked at the dress for a
moment, blinked, and stalked out. They'd have THEIR fight later - but in
the meantime, Annie would get hers...
Annie stood by her vanity, bluster a thin covering over her fear. "I'm
too old to be spanked, Daddy!" she announced in a shaky voice.
"Not when you act like a spoiled brat, you aren't!" Arthur replied.
"Do you want me to use a belt?" He reached for his, eyeing her
meaningfully.
"N-no, Daddy!" Annie cringed.
"Then drop your panties and bend over my lap!" Arthur directed,
seating himself on the stool.
Annie did as she was told, stepping out of her pink cotton panties,
and Arthur accidentally discovered that she had a thin covering of pubic
hair on her mons. This prompted second thoughts - maybe this WASN'T a good
idea - but the die was cast; he couldn't back out, now! Still, the jean
skirt was just short enough - and just tight enough - to be completely in
the way. "Drop the skirt, too! What in the Hell do you think you're doing,
tearing things up? Haven't we taught you any better?" This noise was as
much to cover his embarrassment as anything else, at this point, but it kept
Annie's mind fixed on the upcoming punishment, rather than her (their)
predicament.
"Y-yes, Daddy!" she replied, sniffling.
"Well, we apparently missed a trick, somewhere," Arthur grunted and
collected her arm as she sidled up and dragged her across his knees, pinning
her with his left arm. "Now I have to fine-tune things!" That said, he
delivered a hefty open-handed swat to her right butt cheek.
Annie's eyes popped open in shock! God, that hurt! How come it was
always worse than you remembered it being?
Arthur waited only a second before delivering the mirror strike on her
left cheek, precursor to a raining pattern of alternating strikes that
seemed to go on and on...
They did, too; Arthur was determined to provide a memorable lesson,
and he conserved his energy, keeping things spaced at about a second and a
half between strikes to ease the impact on his hand and maintain his energy
level.
Twenty swats came and went, Annie crying her eyes out before five had
been completed, and still the barrage continued. But the effects changed -
the stinging pain inflicted by the early strokes mediated to a warm burning
sensation as endorphins flashed through Annie's system, and another, less
easily catalogued sensation began to build in Annie's loins...
Arthur first became aware of the situation when he discovered that his
hand was wet. What the--? Had Annie's bladder let go? Surely, he hadn't
hit her THAT hard... He leaned right to take stock, and discovered that his
daughter possessed an extremely adult-looking pudenda, the lips of which
were open, and wet with... lubricant? He took another swing, and noticed
that, at the last moment, Annie twitched her ass so that he missed the
targeted round cheek and impacted a much more intimate location. He took
another shot, and Annie, anticipating the pattern, twitched the opposite
way, again taking the shot dead center.
Annie was bright red from the top of her head across the shoulders
that emerged from her tank top. She was breathing funny and she had this
feeling in her - pussy? - that seemed like it was the great-grandaddy of
that itchy, uncontrollable sensation you get when you scratch a scab. The
only thing that seemed to bring any relief was when Daddy's fingers smacked
her down there - and THAT only seemed to lead to a new wave of urgency...
The sting on her butt cheeks from the spanking was still there, but it
didn't matter any more...If anything, maybe it helped her get to this
feeling that was growing in her belly!
The realization that the spanking had suffered a metamorphosis
thundered through Arthur. Jesus! What was he doing? Bewilderment robbed
him of the strength he had been bringing to the effort even as he stopped
trying to miss Annie's intended target. The result of the change of
emphasis was that Arthur found himself raining light slaps directly upon
Annie's labia from perineum to clitoris. Annie started puffing like a
bellows and shaking, crying "S-spank me, Daddy! I was...b-bad!"
As the effects of his effort sank home, Arthur became shamefully aware
that his penis had become a ridgepole in the tent of his boxers, and that,
having gone this far, he didn't see how he could stop! Obviously, Annie was
approaching orgasm - it wouldn't be fair to leave her hanging... Lulled by
the distraction of her powerful arousal, Arthur continued to rain light
slaps on Annie's unprotected nether lips.
Annie was drifting on the wings of some incredible, unknown
imperative. All she knew was that in a few moments, Heaven was going to
open up and suck her in. Into this overload of sensation came the
realization than a hot iron bar lay across her lower belly, so Annie moved
her right hand to the area to investigate. Recognition actually increased
her arousal, and she rubbed her father's rigid bar of flesh through his
trousers and turned dreamy, pleasure drugged eyes to his and said,"Oh,
Daddy, how sweet! You love me!"
Arthur lost control. Unable to continue the slaps, he applied his
open hand to her pussy, rubbing and kneading and attacking her clitoral area
in particular. Already incredibly aroused, Annie took no time at all to
stiffen, arching her back and emitting a high whine while her stomach
clenched and the vagina under it rolled and pulsed. Stars shone before her
eyes, and waves of pleasure suffused her.
The hand clutching his erection to her rolling stomach set Arthur off,
and he soaked his boxers in a copious flood of semen, caught up in the
collateral effects of his daughter's powerful orgasm. Both of them drifted
out, losing track of their surroundings.
Arthur returned to relative sanity to find his daughter cuddled on his
lap, arms around his neck, and rubbing her titties on his chest sighing
dreamily, "Daddy! That was SOooo nice..." His trousers were a swamp - he
must have cum a quart, at least...
"Honey, it was SUPPOSED to be punishment! We took a wrong turn,
somewhere..." For the life of him, he couldn't figure out where, exactly.
Annie couldn't have told him; all she knew was that in the middle of
all that pain, a door opened, and she scuttled through to an incredible
place - one that she was grateful to her father for showing her! "Daddy,"
she cooed, "will you spank me again?"
Arthur, shaken, tried to gloss the whole thing over. "Perhaps I
shouldn't. Apparently, you ARE too old..."
Annie knew when it was time to backtrack. "Oh, I don't know," she
replied, matter-of-factly, "It stung pretty bad... That's what it was
supposed to do, right? I got the message..."
"I hope so!" Arthur replied fervently, "I hope it didn't get lost in
what happened, after..."
"Oh, no! I learned!" Annie poured it on, and Arthur saw what he
wanted - needed - to see. Nodding, he chivvied her off his lap, sighing,
"God, I hope so!" and moved on mentally to the problem of how he was going
to clean himself up... A quick change of clothing and a trip to the dry
cleaners removed the evidence of his guilty emission, but did nothing for
the underlying problem: Annie had discovered sex, strange sex, and her
father was identified as a prime supplier, like it or not! Arthur was
disgusted and horrified with his behavior, but couldn't defend himself
against Annie's mix of affection, youth, and dynamic sexual tension. Three
days later, a mother - daughter run-in resulted in a pile of broken
crockery, and Elaine insisted that Arthur again apply corporal punishment.
This interlude only barely got off the ground as a punishment session, and
by its end Arthur was a co-conspirator, having been unable to resist the
wiles of his pre-teen sexual dynamo. The good news: No mess! - Annie
succeeded at her first effort at fellatio.
But the secret was short-lived and its exposure brought destruction.
Three days later, Annie got a randy itch and precipitated another
'punishment' session by trashing a ceramic ballerina. Elaine determined
that she wanted to witness Annie's come-uppance firsthand. She waited a few
minutes, listening for the sounds of the punishment being administered, and
crept upstairs.
Annie was just finishing an appeal for a new experience: "C'mon,
Daddy, it'll be safe! We'll put in in my ass!" she cajoled, very proud of
being able to use the word 'ass'. "I can't get pregnant from that,
(pregnant was another adult word) and you'll have fun! Afterwards, you can
lick me again!" She eyed him sidelong.
Arthur sighed. The little minx was irresistible, especially sitting
here on his lap, naked, holding his hands over her titties. What a nice
set... "Honey, that's not something you can just DO! We'd need
lubrication, or we'd BOTH get torn up!"
"Oh..." Annie pondered, "Oh! What about this?" She hopped up and
dashed off to her vanity, returning with a bottle of baby oil.
"Well, maybe..." Arthur was doubtful. This was getting a little out
of hand, anyway. "Honey, I REALLY don't need to do this..."
"Aww, c'mon! I'll bend over, and you can make me all slickery!"
Annie begged, "If it doesn't work for fingers, we'll try something else,
next time - but I wanna feel you in me!"
Arthur shook his head, "Well, all right - but if it doesn't seem to be
working, I'm not gonna push it!"
"'Kay!" Annie knelt up on the bed, and Arthur gingerly applied a
little baby oil around her tiny rosebud. In moments, it was apparent that
the lubricant was working; Annie's little opening readily accepted Arthur's
fingertip. "Oooo! That feels weird!"
Arthur snatched his hand away, and Annie turned to him. "Why did you
stop?"
"You said..."
"Oh, Daddy!" Annie rolled her eyes, "I said it felt weird - I DIDN'T
say I didn't LIKE it! C'mon, let's see how far you can go!" Annie reached
for her father's zipper, unzipped it, and began delving in his boxers for
his cock.
It was adequate inducement for Arthur to shelve his doubts. Annie's
warm hand on his cock adjusted his priorities. It was one thing to come up
with these ideas and push them on Annie - he wouldn't, couldn't have done
it! But it was quite another to resist her pleading when SHE had the
idea... "Honey," he asked, working the finger in gently, "Where on Earth do
you come up with these ideas?"
"Geez, Daddy, I'm in Sex Ed!" Annie chastised, "Just because Mommy
lives in the Dark Ages doesn't mean I do!"
"Lighten up on your mother," Arthur chided, "You STILL don't know as
much as you think you do." Besides, Arthur thought to himself, Elaine isn't
bad... Not too inventive, but not bad...
"Mmmmm," Annie announced, "This is working! Go for two, Daddy!"
Annie was right. Arthur's middle finger was encountering little
resistance. The nibbling little opening was closed around his finger, but
it wasn't tight; he wasn't forcing it... "Okay." Arthur withdrew, and
worked his index finger into the opening, making sure it was properly lubed.
This took virtually no time, so he gently wormed the middle finger back in,
then joined the now well-lubed index finger with it. Moments later, he was
running both, full stroke.
"Okay, Daddy," Annie announced, fondling her father's cock, "I'm
ready! Sit on the bed, and we'll try THIS!"
Arthur sat and rubbed slippery fingers along his erection while Annie
got off the bed. She came around and settled on his lap, her legs outside
his, and raised up on tiptoe. "Okay," she husked, "Put it in!"
Arthur oriented his cock head on the tiny opening, and Annie began to
settle... The spongy probe slowly sank into Annie's body before Arthur's
glazed eyes. When the head was fully inserted, Annie stopped for a moment,
and grabbed her father's hand, directing it into her clitoral folds.
"Mmmmm! I like this!" she moaned.
Elaine, hovering outside the bedroom door, wondered why there wasn't
more noise? Opening the door a crack, she beheld her daughter, nude, with a
beautific smile on her face, settling herself onto her husband's cock!
Elaine's eyes bulged, the door flew open, and the yelling and screaming
began!
Elaine snatched Annie off Arthur's lap, and for a few seconds no one
could even make out the content of her screamed imprecations. But after a
moment, it became clear she wanted Arthur out of the room, immediately!
Arthur collected himself, and hurried out.
It was the last Annie ever saw of her father.
The site of the yelling and screaming altered between Annie's room,
which she was forbidden to leave, and various other parts of the house, but
apparently Arthur had been packing during most of it. Annie was never sure
exactly when he hit the door, becase her mother just continued to vent,
unimpeded.
Elaine never called the police, and never got word one from Annie
about the incident, but she had plenty of leverage on Arthur. He left town,
abandoning his job and career, although the support checks flowed regularly.
Elaine tried on a number of occasions to ascertain exactly what went on
between Annie and her father, but she was determined to protect him; by the
next morning, Annie's official position was that the incident was something
her mother had made up out of whole cloth - she even began to refer to the
incident as 'Momma's fit'! Over the next few months, Elaine brought several
people - maybe police, maybe psychologists; Annie didn't know - to try to
worm out of Annie the details of her relationship with her father, but Annie
kept the faith. The official story was that whatever happened, it wasn't
Daddy's fault; Mommy had had some kind of fit, made terrible accusations,
and ran Daddy off. Sex? Why would Daddy do that? Did he make uninvited
advances? No, Daddy never did anything to me I didn't like...
The relationship between mother and daughter alternated between
explosive and totally sterile. At some point, Elaine did enough of a mental
reconstruction of her glimpse of the incident to recognize that Annie had
probably architected the assignation, which didn't help things. Annie moved
out on her own as soon as it was legally and economically possible, but the
damage was done - Daddy was gone!
A part of Annie had lived through that awful evening hundreds of
times, trying to mitigate the disaster and keep Daddy home so they could
enjoy one another, before she finally blocked it out totally, unable to
endure the pain and guilt. But tonight, Annie had a second chance! Mommy
was here, but as long as she licked her pussy, she wasn't yelling!
Robert and Merry became aware that something was up when Belle stopped
moving, Robert's cock half-embedded in her. She stopped licking Merry's
clitoris, which brought immediate attention. Merry looked down at Belle's
face, noting the glassy, inward stare. For a moment, she figured, as Robert
was also in the process of surmising from his position, that Belle had
stopped because she sensed some discomfort, and was analyzing the problem -
but the pause went on for half a minute without Belle moving a muscle, and
she began to get concerned. Merry reached out and ran her fingers through
Belle's hair...
...And Little Annie looked up fuzzily from her crotch and announced in
a high warble, "Look, Daddy! Mommy's not yelling! I'll keep her happy, and
we can finish this time! Yay!" She ducked her head and began attacking
Mommy's clit voraciously, while shoving her butt enthusiastically back onto
Daddy's nice, fat cock, her free hand whirling over her clit!
'Mommy' and 'Daddy' exchanged startled glances. Robert motioned Merry
to clap her thighs over Belle's ears and whispered, "That isn't Belle, is
it?"
Merry shook her head, "No, and I don't think it's the Ann we know,
either. Her eyes are funny. I think she's reliving something..."
Robert pondered, but started moving, too; Belle had finished impaling
herself, and it was his turn to take action... "I think it's important to
her that we all enjoy ourselves. Play along, and try not to say anything
that might end it prematurely for her..."
Merry gasped, nodding. "That's not hard," she whispered, "She licks a
mean clit!"
Merry released her legs from their grip on Belle's head, but replaced
it with more positive control from hands buried in her hair.
Annie/Ann/Belle needed little direction, however, her enthusiasm more than
making up for any momentary lapses, and Merry's head rolled from left to
right and back to left again, moaning, as she absorbed the pleasurable
attack.
Robert set up a steady stroke, allowing himself to enjoy the buttery
feel of Belle's ass. He figured that bringing himself to orgasm wasn't
going to be a problem, but timing might be an issue.
Annie was in Heaven! Mommy was moaning and groaning and clutching at
her - a far cry from yelling and screaming - and Daddy... God, his cock
felt nice, filling her ass! Maybe next time she'd push things and get him
to put the thing in her pussy... The two fingers whirling on her clit knew
EXACTLY what they were doing, and the flashes and sparks mixed with the
wonderful, pounding, full sensation in her ass...
Merry's hips were rolling constantly, and it was clear that she was in
another world, as Belle began to quiver from head to foot and lose control
of her movements. Her head popped up and she squealed, "Cum with me, Daddy!
Cum with me! I'm cumming!" She dropped back down and engaged Merry's
pussy, but Robert could tell that her control was gone. She began to
thrash, and he began feeling rolling pulsations as her sphincter partook of
her climax, so he doubled his pace and pounded it to her for a half-dozen
strokes, the impact of his balls on Belle's pussy adding to her peak. This
did the job - he drove his cock deep into Belle's ass and began ejaculating
in long, hard pulses that Annie felt, to her joy! "Yay! That's soooo good,
Daddy! Sooooo good!" At that point, she drifted totally loose,
surrendering herself to the pleasure.
Robert came back relatively quickly, and, having caught his breath,
surreptitiously reached down to release Belle's right ankle restraint from
the bar. As he finished, Annie/Belle lurched up, obviously still loopy, and
hugged Merry to her, crying "Oh, Mommy, that was so nice! Why didn't we do
that the first time?" Merry petted her hair while looking sad, knowing
that, whether it was good for Belle or not, her reinsertion into the present
would be an unpleasant experience.
Robert reached down to clear the left restraint, but he wasn't as
adept with his left hand, and that triggered the end of Annie's joy.
Hugging Mommy, she felt Daddy tugging at her left ankle and rose up to ask
her what he was doing. But the sad face that met her eyes was not
Mommy's... "You're not Mommy..." Annie whined, and dreading it already, she
turned to regard the man behind her, "...And you're not Daddy..." Time
dilated, and huge tears appeared as Ann/Belle returned to the present.
Merry took her into her arms again as she collapsed against her, sobbing
wracking sobs. Robert knelt there, solemn, thinking. What could he say?
Finally, he murmured solemnly, "I am the man you chose to punish you." Then
he crawled forward to enclose both of the women in his arms.
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