Mary's home life changed after the incident in the boys' clubhouse. She had become more aware. She was no longer the naive twenty-two-year-old police crossing guard. She was now a whore. There was no doubt about it. She was a whore. She didn't feel different, but her mind was different in the sense that she was no longer ignorant. She knew more now. The boys had taught her more in one day than her family had in twenty-two years! She liked sucking off the boys. She liked getting fucked. And she would enjoy the games that she and the boys would play in the future.
Mary found herself analyzing her father and mother. She also found herself contradicting her father at times. Her father was quite angry with her, and even threatened to spank some sense into her. Mary was titillated by the idea. She wondered if he would take down her panties and spank her. She decided to test him and see how far she could go. She began to argue with him concerning women's rights. Of course her father was a staunch chauvinist. He ordered her to shut up and not to disagree with him. Although she found herself trembling with fear she managed to get up the courage to tell him no, she wanted and had as much right to be heard as he did!
Her father was surprised to hear his daughter talk to him in this manner. Not since she was a child had she behaved as she was now. The old man took his daughter by the ear and led her screaming into the master bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed and drew her protesting form over his knees.
"Daddy, please don't, I'm sorry! I won't do it again… I promise, Daddy, never in… please don't spank me!" Mary cried out. She was genuinely afraid now. She remembered the spankings she had received as a child; she knew one thing – they hurt!
The next thing she knew, he was tugging down her panties with one hand while he held her tightly around the waist with the other. Mary was truly embarrassed now as she felt her panties hugging her knees. Her backside was bare to his hand as well as his eyes. She imagined that he was studying her ass well before he began whipping it, because he took a long time to get started. She began to feel strange. She enjoyed the idea that maybe her father was enjoying her naked behind. A sexy feeling began flowing through her. She forgot about the impending pain. She was beginning to turn on. Her own father was turning her on!
"Do you like my fanny, Daddy?" Mary asked contritely, with a hint of saltiness in her voice.
"You witch!" her father shouted at her. "How dare you think those thoughts about your own father! You are a pig!"
The man spanked her ass with his heavy hand.
"OUCH!" Mary screamed out. The blow had really hurt her.
Again the palm came down upon her reddening ass. The full cheeks danced and bounced under the brutal treatment. Vivid spots of reddened flesh appeared and Mary was soon crying with the pain. Yet throughout the ordeal, as one part of her personality cringed with the pain, another part was filled with longing and sexual desire! Although she begged her father to stop the spanking, she also wanted it to go on. She was discovering a new side to her personality. Pain turned her on. Frightening experiences made her feel sexy.
Her father spanked her tender ass one last time. He was breathing heavily and when he dumped her on to the floor, Mary saw that his cock was erect. There was a bulge in his pants. She was seized by the impulse to relieve him. She wanted to suck on his cock!
Her father lay back on the bed, trying to regain his composure. Mary crawled to him, and before he could stop her, she had his zipper down and his huge cock in her hands. The man sat up just in time to see his prick disappear into his daughter's warm mouth. He groaned and cursed her but made no effort to stop her. In lees than a minute his bulging prick pumped its load of hot semen deep into her mouth.
"Oh, my God," the man moaned. "What have I done?"
His daughter looked up at him, a smile etching itself on her face. Small drops of semen formed at the corners of her lips, and he watched in fascination as her pink tongue licked them up before she swallowed them.
Without a hint of guilt she said, "Wasn't that nice, Daddy?"
"Oh, my darling, of course it was nice. But it was also a sin."
"No, Father, it was pleasurable."
"Pleasure is the Devil's tool with which he tempts us," the man preached. "We have done a wicked thing. We must be punished."
"What?"
"Yes, your mother will punish us for our wickedness."
"Mother?" Mary questioned. Was he going to tell her about what had taken place? Would she understand?
"You will wait here," her father told her. "And pull your panties up and stop acting like a tramp."
"Yes, Daddy," Mary said.
In a short while her father returned with her mother.
"So this is the wicked whore?" her mother asked.
"Yes, darling," her father answered in a little-boy manner.
"Don't fawn, dear, you are guilty too."
"Yes, my dear," her father whined. "Your father tells me you committed a vile act?"
"No, Mother, it was not vile. Ask him if it was pleasurable."
"Is that so, dear?" her mother asked of her husband.
"Well, y-y-yes," he said unsurely. "Would you show me what you did, Mary?"
"You mean do it again?" Mary asked.
"Of course, how else can I measure your guilt and decide on your punishment?"
"Oh," Mary said.
Her mother ordered her father to get on the bed and take up the same position that he had been in when the vile act occurred.
Mary took up her position on the floor and went through the motions she had made earlier. She opened her father's zipper and brought out his swelling cock.
"Was it as rigid before?" her mother wanted to know.
"Yes, Mother," Mary said.
"Hmmmm, it's never that hard when you're with me, darling," her mother said.
"I'm sorry, my love, it's probably the novelty of the experience."
"Well, I am ashamed of your unfaithfulness," his wife told him. "But continue."
The man sat up as his daughter gulped his prick into her mouth.
"Is that how the deed was done?" Mrs. Pussie asked. "Oh yes, dear," Mr. Pussie answered, his breathing becoming labored.
"Hmmmmmm. She does have a way with her mouth, doesn't she?"
"Yes… my… love," Mr. Pussie gasped. Mrs. Pussie came closer to the couple. She watched the action at a closer angle. Mary's eyes met her mother's. She knew how ridiculous she must have looked. Her mouth was opened wide with her father's enormous cock buried deep within it. She must have been quite a sight. Her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked eagerly at the pulsing prick. Her father gasped, gave a start, and then groaned as his cock began spurting its juice into his daughter's throat.
Mary held onto the spitting cock tightly, swallowing spurt after spurt of the delicious liquid. The man sighed and lay back. Her mother gazed at the girl with a startled expression en her face. She couldn't believe that her daughter was such a common slut. She sucked a man's thing and then ate his come! Mrs, Pussie was disgusted and fascinated. A part of her wished that she could be so uninhibited.
"Do you like the taste of his stuff or do you eat it for the benefit of the man?" her mother wanted to know.
"I like it, Mother."
"Hmmmmm," her mother said. "To each his own."
Her mother made Mary stand up near the side of the bed. She had her husband take off all of his clothes and go stand in the corner of the room.
"I am going to punish both of you," her mother said. "I must punish you for being a tramp and I will punish your father for aiding you in your downfall."
Mary found this whole thing exciting. She had always respected her mother, but now she wanted to do nothing more than surrender herself to her. Her mother was such a dominating personality. Even her father had to obey her mother.
Mrs. Pussie had her daughter bend over a high-backed chair. This drew up the girl's dress and exposed her panty-clad rear. Her mother tugged down the wispy panties to Mary's knees. Her whole backside was exposed to her mother's view.
Mrs. Pussie fetched a thick leather belt from her bureau drawer. She looked at the tender ass revealed before her. She grew excited, and her cunt became moist and hot. She struck her daughter's ass with the belt.
"Ouch!" Mary yelled. The belt stung like fire.
Her mother struck the jiggling mounds again.
"Ouch!" Mary screamed, and gripped the sides of the chair. She wanted to get up and run. Her ass cheeks were on fire.
"Stay put," her mother ordered. "If you move it will be twice as bad."
"Please don't bit me again," Mary whined.
The belt struck again.
"Owwweee!" Mary cried out. "Stop, please, no more!"
"Shut up, or I will add more strokes to your punishment," her mother said.
Mary was crying like, a baby, and shifting her legs back and forth after every blow. She did not dare to get up, and it hurt like hell staying in position. Her dress fell around her thighs and her mother stopped the beating just long enough for Mary to take off her dress.
"Take off your brassiere, too," her mother ordered.
Mary obeyed.
Mrs. Pussie had her daughter get into the chair with her legs in the air and her weight supported on her shoulders. Her mother then stood in back of the chair, looking over its back at her daughter. Mary's legs were on either side of her mother's body. Mrs. Pussie was looking down into her daughter's cunt. She took the belt and slapped it against one of Mary's nipples and then she quickly licked her daughter's cunt. Mary winced when the belt struck her breast, but she was sexually aroused also. She couldn't believe that her mother had actually licked her pussy! It felt good.
Her mother struck Mary's other breast with the belt, and again licked the girl's pussy. Mary was beside herself with joy. She wanted to come.
"Oh, Mother, that is beautiful… lick me some more!" Mary breathed.
"You witch!" her mother shouted. "You shameless hussy, trying to make me commit vile acts upon your body like some common trollop! How dare you! You are the Devil's daughter!"
Her mother took the belt and whacked it cruelly against Mary's tender crotch.
"Owwww! Ooohhhhggg," Mary screamed out as she climaxed. The belt had brought her over the top, had made her come. She sank heavily down into the chair and sighed.
"You bitch," her mother said. "You came. You enjoy being punished!"
"Oh, yes, Mother, and you are the best."
"You are truly wicked," her mother said. "I will have to torture the Devil out of you."
"Anything," Mary sighed.
Mrs. Pussie ordered Mary to suck her father's cock again until it became erect. Then she had the man mount Mary and stick his prick into her cunt. She was surprised that her daughter was not a virgin. Her husband's cock moved into the girl's body easily. She whipped her husband's ass with the belt as he fucked in and out of his daughter's pussy. The man was in heaven. He was fucking his own daughter! His ass was burning from the strapping, but his cock was bursting with pride.
Mary lay quietly as her father fucked her cunt. He was not as good as little Johnny but he wasn't bad. His actions were getting to her. The cock ramming in and out of her juicy pussy was leading her to an ecstatic climax.
Breathing heavily and grunting like a pig, her father whispered to Mary, "Do you like my fucking?"
"Oh yes, Father!" Mary gasped.
The man was driven by the words of his daughter. He wanted to please her as his wife never allowed him to please her. He wanted to become young again. At this moment he wished that his daughter could be his wife.
With a heave and a grunt the old man thrust deeply into his daughter's body, his prick spewing out his warm come. Mary had captured the man in her arms, holding him tightly as she too reached a powerful climax.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you," Mary moaned through her orgasm.
Peeling unhealthy pangs of jealousy, Mrs. Pussie separated the two lovers. "You came three times, darling. You were never that potent with me."
"Yes, low, but this is a special circumstance. She excites me to the roots of my being," Mr. Pussie answered.
"Still, you have committed a terrible crime, dear husband. You have committed incest. The Bible forbids it."
"I know, my love, but the whole world was populated through incest."
"You may very well be right. I don't know if that gives you license to do as you wish, but my punishment will be less severe."
"You are very understanding," Mr. Pussie told his wife, rising from the bed and bowing before her.
"Indeed," Mrs. Pussie answered.
Mrs. Pussie then told her husband to leave them for a time. She wanted to discuss her daughter's sexuality in more depth. She told him she wanted to be alone with Mary. The man understood and left the room.