While the two women were recovering from their session, the bedroom door opened. Mary's father stood in the doorway staring at the women on the bed. He saw his wife with his daughter's dainty foot up her cunt. He could hardly believe his eyes. The whole scene was obscene beyond belief. Mr. Pussie felt a stirring in his groin.
Mary was on her tummy, her hands tied to the top of the bed. His wife was lying on her back, her legs spread like some whore, and her cunt engulfed Mary's foot! Mr. Pussie opened his fly and, took out his stiffening cock. He moved over near the bed. When his wife looked around, she gave a gasp. Her husband was fondling his prick gently. He looked down at his lovely wife. She looked ripe for fucking. He wanted to fuck – his cock was bursting with juices for her.
But Mrs. Pussie had other plans. She had been satiated and was in no mood to fuck. She drew her daughter's foot out of her cunt and began to get up from the bed. She grabbed hold of her husband's cock and yanked on it. The man yelped and followed her in the direction she had pulled him. She ordered him to take off his clothes and sit on the bed and wait for her to return. She was gone for a few minutes and when she returned she found him trying to stick his eager prick into Mary's ass.
"Get off of her, you pig!" Mrs. Pussie said.
The man quickly obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed like a bad boy.
His wife waved a finger at him and began to chastise him verbally. "How dare you fly to sneak a piece behind my back. Only I can grant your carnal wish. You will ask me in the future when you wish to use her, do you hear?"
"Yes, dear," the man mumbled.
"Speak up, I can't hear you!" his wife shouted at him.
With bowed head, the man said, "Yes, dear."
Mary was amazed at how well her mother handled her father. She really had him under her thumb. She identified readily with her father because she too had been well trained. But in a part of her she felt that her father was a little less manly because he allowed himself to be controlled so easily!
Her mother untied Mary's hands and turned the girl on her back. Then she retied the ropes and undid the gag. She pulled the soaked panties from Mary's mouth and offered the girl a drink of whiskey. Mary was dry, and drank greedily. The whiskey burned her throat and caused her to shiver, but once it was in her belly, a warm glow filled her.
"Thank you, Mother," Mary said sweetly.
"You're very welcome."
Mary looked at her father. He was sitting on the side of the bed, his head was lowered. His hands were folded in his lap. He just waited.
Mrs. Pussie stood in the middle of the room, her legs placed firmly on the floor, slightly apart. The hair on her pussy was matted due to the foot fucking.
"Get your hands away from that wicked organ," his wife said.
The man quickly placed his hands at his sides, exposing his cock to his wife. The woman laughed as she took in the sight. The once mighty prick was now limp and useless. In its present condition he couldn't have put it in a knothole, let alone his daughter's tight little asshole! Mrs. Pussie told him this. The man was humbled by the experience, knowing that his sexual power was transient. This was woman's strength and man's weakness. Mrs. Pussie had experimentally proved this thesis to her husband many times before this. She delighted whenever she could again show him that it was so. They both looked at the man's cock.
"What will make him rise to the occasion?" she asked him.
"You will, my dear. You will give him life," the man babbled, as he had been taught.
"Yes, my love, and don't forget that. Without me you are impotent. You are half a man."
"Yes," the man said.
"Now for being a good little boy, Mommy has a surprise for you."
"Oh, good!"
"I will allow you to have Mary in any manner you wish."
The man smiled. "Thank you, Mommy," he said.
The psychological scene had been created. Mrs. Pussie had cast herself in the part of the eternal mother. The first act was over. She had the man stand up and bend over and grasp his ankles. She stepped back to enjoy the view. His balls hung down and were quite visible from behind.
"Open your legs," she told him.
The man widened his stance. Now she was able to see his ass hole more clearly. She had plans for that orifice. She took her whip and struck him on his ass. He winced slightly but did not cry out and remained in position. She whipped his ass again, this time a little harder. Again he winced and almost fell forward.
After several more lashes with the whip, she stopped and stepped in front of her husband. She ordered him to stand up straight. His prick was stiff as a lance. Mary too looked at the weapon with great surprise. The whipping had turned him on. Mrs. Pussie was proud of her work. She smiled at the man.
"Does he want more, darling? He's pointing at me."
"Yes, he wants you," the man answered humbly.
"He will not have me now. He will get her."
Mrs. Pussie helped her husband onto the body of his daughter. She tried to place the man's prick into the girl's pussy, but it would not go in easily. The girl was not lubricated. She told her husband to wait a few minutes. Then she took up her whip and whipped her daughter's breasts. Soon the girl was squirming with delight and pain. Soft groans seeped from her mouth. Her tits tried to avoid the lash and yet arched upward to receive it. Her nipples were stiff and on fire. Her mother put her head between Mary's thighs and tasted her pussy. It was moist. It was ready.
Mrs. Pussie helped her husband mount the girl again. She grabbed his cock, squeezed it a few times to bring back its stiffness, and guided it between the gooey lips of her daughter's cunt. The man slipped inside easily; Mary moaned as he entered. She felt him fill her. It was a delicious feeling. He held himself over her body by his hands and knees. In this way his wife could see the movements of the prick in and out of the cunt.
Mary wished that she could wrap her arms around her father at this great moment. She wished that her body was free to move with him, yet in a larger sense she was glad that she was bound. It added to the sexiness of the experience! In a sense, bondage allowed her to participate without responsibility.
The humping continued. Mr. Pussie was breathing heavily. His cock was pumping in and out of Mary's cunt like a piston gone wild. Mrs.
Pussie was playing with her cunt and occasionally whipped her husband's rump. Just before Mr. Pussie came, his wife rammed the handle of the whip up his ass.
"OWWWWEEEE!" the man yelled, and in the next instant his cock jetted his load of hot come deep into his whimpering daughter's cunt.
In the weeks that followed the three members of the household exhausted each other's bodies with their excesses. They were becoming bored with each other. They needed something to perk them up. Mrs. Pussie figured it was a good time to introduce Johnny into their web of sensuality. Mary was commissioned to go to a meeting of the boys' secret club and bring back Johnny. The task would have to wait until evening because she had to go to work.
Standing on the corner, directing the children across the street, she thought about how lucky she was. She had a very important job. She liked being admired in her dark-blue uniform. She enjoyed the respect the children showed her, but most of all she loved the domination of her mother. It was as if she were two people sometimes. In different instances she felt different feelings. She liked cock but she loved pussy. She liked freedom but loved bondage. She liked sex but she loved punishment. Maybe it was best if she didn't analyze things so much.
She met Johnny on his way to school and she asked him if they could meet at the clubhouse that evening. He was glad to see her and said he would meet her at the clubhouse right after school.
Her day passed slowly. At lunchtime she went around the corner to Julian's Delicatessen to get a sandwich. She walked inside, noticing that the bell on the door was not working. She sauntered over to the counter. She heard noises from the back room. They sounded like grunts and groans. She thought something was wrong and tiptoed to the doorway which led to the rear of the store.
She peeked around the door and saw Mr. Julian and his wife. She was lying on the huge chopping block on her back. Her dress was around her waist and she wore no panties. Her husband had his huge cock in his wife's mouth, and as she sucked him off he was fucking a large stick of pepperoni in and out of his wife's cunt. They were both enjoying what they were doing. They were both on the verge of coming.
She watched a few seconds longer and saw Mrs. Julian convulse with orgasmic delight. Her husband rammed the pepperoni stick deep into her cunt and his body jerked as he pushed his prick deeply into his wife's mouth. He squirted a hot load of semen down her throat and Mrs. Julian swallowed it greedily. Mary sneaked out of the shop and returned about two minutes later. This time when she opened the door she made sure she made a lot of noise doing it.
Mrs. Julian came out of the back of the shop. She was smiling her sweet motherly smile. Mary noticed a drop of semen in the corner of her lips.
Unconsciously the woman's tongue swept the drop into her mouth. Mary ordered her sandwich: pepperoni and cheese!
Mrs. Julian looked guiltily toward the back room and her husband. Mary winked at the woman.
"Oh, my!" Mrs. Julian exclaimed. "I-I-I-I-I…"
"I see there is no pepperoni in the meat case. Perhaps you have a stick in the back," Mary said.
"Oh, my, y-yes, we do… b-but how did you?" Mrs. Julian asked in embarrassment.
"Never mind," Mary consoled the woman. "Your secret is safe with me."
Mrs. Julian ran to the back of the store for a moment, she and Mr. Julian came out. They both looked at the girl that they had known for years. Their faces showed a trace of guilt. They didn't know what to say. The girl spoke, taking them off the hook. "Yes, I saw, but don't worry about it."
They looked at one another. What could they do? They had to go along with her.
"I have a favor to ask, though," Mary said.
"Anything," Mr. Julian said.
"Can I join you some time?" Mary asked.
The two people looked at one another. They were both surprised. This was the little girl they had practically grown up with. They did not think of her in sexual terms.
Mary told Mr. Julian that she wanted him to stick a pepperoni up her cunt too. He agreed that he would. However, Mrs. Julian gave him a dirty look. She was a little jealous.
After school had let out, Mary met Johnny at the clubhouse. They both went inside. Mary began to tell Johnny about her mother and father. She told him that they had both fucked her. Johnny was amazed at what he heard but he was also excited. As Mary talked, Johnny undressed. He stood naked before her, his cock standing out straight. He told Mary to undress. The girl obeyed, and in a few seconds she too was naked. The boy told her to bend over a box which they had in the clubhouse. The boy playfully slapped Mary on the ass. The girl liked the treatment and told him so. The boy slapped her upturned rear some more. Mary yelped several times, but when he was about to stop she told him to ignore her pleas and spank her. When her ass was red and hot, the boy stopped his spanking and knelt behind the girl, placing his stiff prick between the plump cheeks of Mary's ass. He tried to shove his cock inside but it wouldn't go. The boy got a jar of Vaseline and applied some to her anus. Then he knelt in front of Mary and had her suck his prick until it was stiff again. He then knelt behind her and stuffed his cock deep into her asshole. Mary yelped when he plunged inside. It hurt. The boy was too vigorous with his motions. He was very excited. He couldn't control himself. He wanted to come. He wanted to do it quickly.
Mary gulped with every push of the cock into her rectum. Although it hurt, the ass fucking thrilled Mary. She liked being at the boy's mercy.
She liked the feeling of having her asshole so filled with cock.
The boy shots heavy load of cream deep into her rectum. Mary groaned and squirmed. In a few seconds he pulled his prick from her with a plop. He then positioned her in a sitting position upon the box and knelt down and started licking her cunt. He brought her to orgasm in a few tort minutes.
Johnny questioned Mary afterwards. "You really are a masochist, aren't you?"
She we unfamiliar with the term he used and she told him so.
He explained it to her. "It means you dig pain."
"Oh, I guess so," she said. "Is that bad?"
"No," the boy told her. "Some men like to rough up their women."
"How about you, do you like to rough up your women?"
"Yet, I guess so."
"Would you like to rough me up?"
"Yet," the boy said.
"You may," Mary told him.
The boy didn't know exactly what to do. He didn't want to appear chicken so he let her have a punch in the cunt. The girl fell backward, last her breath and landed on the floor. Breathing heavily, her eyes spinning in her head, she looked up at Johnny. "Great," she whispered.
"Did I hurt you?" he wanted to know.
"Naw."
Johnny helped her to her feet. "I like it better when you spank me," she told him.
"Okay, I won't punch you any more."
She turned her back to the boy and lay over the box. Her ass was presented to him. He grabbed a ping-pong paddle from one of the chairs and began beating her ass. The woman shrieked and cried but never got up. Johnny enjoyed his position of power. He liked having the female crossing guard at his mercy. He watched her ass cheeks jiggle and bounce and he found his dick getting hard. Her cheeks were turning a bright pink and her yelps were getting louder.
The boy stopped the spanking. He grabbed hold of Mary's hair and pulled her head upward and backward. When her mouth opened in protest he drove his stiff cock into it. Mary gulped and then began sucking on the hot prick. She wished he could drive it down her throat so that it came out her asshole. She loved having a cock in her. The boy fucked her mouth without mercy. He shoved and rammed deep down her throat. She made no protest; she accepted the brutal fucking stoically. The boy was the master at the moment.
With a grunt and a sigh the boy poured his juice into Mary's sucking mouth. She gulped it all down, not wanting to lose a drop.
The boy laughed when it was over. "You are a real fucked-up broad," he said. "But you sure are sexy."
"What do you mean fucked up," Mary wanted to know.
"I mean this pain crap. You have to be some kind of a nut to dig that."
"Why?" Mary asked.
"Well, because," the boy stammered. "Because why?"
"Well, because I don't dig it. Oh, I like to dish it out but I don't like to get hurt."
"All, but it doesn't really hurt," Mary told him. He whacked her on the tit.
"You mean that didn't hurt?"
"No, it hurt, but it turns pleasant after a time."
"Bullshit!" the boy said.
"Suit yourself," Mary said.