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Teacher
by Wiley Hunter
"Annie, come out here right now young lady!"
Annie smiled to herself as she heard her mother's voice. She had been
sent to the principle's office today by Mr. Thomson, who assured her that it
would earn her a good come tonight as soon as her mother found out. She
didn't know what Mr. Thomson had planned, but she couldn't wait--she
had left her school uniform on just for this moment.
Gloria shivered in anticipation as she waited for her daughter to come out
of her room. She had spoken to Greg an d decided the best way to
accustom the little slut to her new position in life was to have Jack punish
her for every one of her misdeeds. Greg had fucked her to five orgasms
while describing what those punishments might be--she couldn't wait, and
had to force her face into an angry look as Annie came out of her room, her
head down, her pretty face in a pout, her short blond hair hiding her eyes,
her young, nubile body firm behind the covering of her school uniform.
Greg could practically feel Gloria trembling in excitement as Annie
approached her sullenly, knowing the anticipation which was running
through both their bodies. He smiled inwardly as he watched mother and
daughter play out the roles he had set for them, his cock already throbbing
in his pants as he thought about the gorgeous meat he had control over.
"I got a call from the principle today," Gloria said in her best angry mother
tone, garnering the expected grunt in response. "Normally I would ground
you for a week for the disruption you caused in Mr. Thomson's class, as
well as the disruption you caused me, young lady." Annie was looking at
her now, her blue eyes wide as she waited for her mother to continue.
"Now that Mr. Thomson's going to be your father, and since he's a
teacher, I've decided to give him a free hand with your punishments. Do
you understand?"
"Yes mother," Annie answered, quivering with her own excitement.
"Good. Greg?" she stepped aside so that Greg could stand before the teen.
"Now Annie, you know we can't have you acting like you did today, don't
you?"
"Yes Mr. Thomson."
"And you know you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes Mr. Thomson."
"Good. Now...."
Gloria watched as Greg instructed her daughter to bring around one of the
wooden dining room chairs. The control he had over her was incredible,
and made her shudder again in lust--her daughter, the slut, doing the
bidding of a man so that he would feed her cunt, would fuck her and beat
her and abuse her young, teenaged pussy until she came writhing in
pleasure. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, growing
wet in anticipation.
Annie could feel her bare cuntlips begin to swell as Mr. Thomson told her
to grip the back of the chair, the seat facing her. She blushed as he had her
step back further and further until she was bent over ninety degrees at her
waist, her short skirt pulling up to reveal her firm young thighs, the white
flesh creamy and smooth, her arms straight out over her head, helping her
balance, cool air wafting across her crotch and inner thighs as he told her
to spread her legs. She could almost feel the eyes of her mother burning
into her, and wondered what she looked like, her young body bent at the
waist, her ass thrust out for punishment, her tits hanging heavy against her
blouse, pushing it out. She shuddered, her teenaged cunt drooling with
lust.
"Now Annie," Mr. Thomson said, enjoying the sight of her young fifteen
year old body stretched out like an offering before him, which it was, he
though to himself, "I'm going to give you ten swats with my belt on your
bare bottom as your punishment, but you must ask me to strike you. Before
each blow you must say aloud, `Please punish my bottom Mr. Thomson,'
and after I do so you must thank me. Do you understand?'
"Yes Mr. Thomson," she replied, her head hanging down so that she could
look down her body to her spread legs, anticipation and apprehension
clawing at her belly, mixing to form a growing lust. She was her mother
in her peripheral vision standing to the side, watching her punishment, and
it both humiliated her and excited her to realize that her mother was about
to see her degraded like this.
Greg smiled at Gloria as he slid his hands up the sides of her daughter's
thighs, feeling her tremble beneath his touch, pushing her skirt around her
waist, leaving her bottom bare except for a pair of white panties. Rapt lust
shone in Gloria's eyes as he hooked his thumbs around the elastic in the
panties and slid them down her daughter's legs until they stretched just
above her knees, exposing the firm, rounded asscheeks of a beautiful
fifteen year old girl, her cunt peeking lewdly from between her legs. He
slid his belt off of his pants and doubled it up, motioning Gloria to move
behind the counter, where she sat down on a stool, her hands disappearing
out of site behind the counter as he said, "It is time to begin, Annie."
Gloria sucked in her breath as she heard her slut daughter pronounce the
words, "Please punish my bottom Mr. Thomson," followed quickly by the
cracking sound of leather against flesh, forcing a cry of surprise and pain
from the girl, who said quickly, "Thank you Mr. Thomson." Gloria spread
her legs and slid her hand down her unbuttoned and unzipped pants,
digging her fingers into her burning cunt-flesh. She wanted to tell him to
hit her harder, faster, to hurt the goddamn cock-hungry slut, to make her
scream and beg for it to stop before fucking her hard up the ass and
making her squirm and thrash under the onslaught, her tender fifteen-year
old body raped and degraded. She shuddered as the sound of the second
blow reached her ears, her daughter's proud white buttocks beginning to
turn a crimson red.
Annie shuddered as the third blow struck her ass, the pain sharp and hard,
making her gasp, her buttocks warm and tingling after each blow, the
humiliation, the exposure, of her position making her cunt drool with lust.
She wanted him to fuck her so badly, wanted him to drive his cock deep
into her snapping cunt, filling her with his meat. She wanted him to do it
in front of her mother, wanted her mother to see him drive into her, to see
him use her daughter as a receptacle for his lust. She called out for
another blow, and shuddered in pain and lust when it struck.
Mr. Thomson paused between each blow, letting the tension in the room
build. Both women were shaking with restrained lust, both trying to hide it
from the other, both wanting what only he could give to them. He brought
the belt down for the sixth blow, dragging it across her upper thighs,
letting it smack softly against Annie's cunt, loving the way her body jerked
before shuddering in a brief orgasm, a small muffled cry of pleasure and
pain chirping from her lips as sweat began to form on her body.
Gloria saw her daughter jerk with the blow, saw the leather strike against
the pink of her cunt, her own fingers digging almost painfully into her own
cuntflesh, torturing her clit to more and more pleasure. She began
muttering under her breath, "beat the cunt, beat the cunt, hurt her, beat
her, make her scream, make her scream, beat the cunt, whip the cunt," as
she shuddered into her own orgasm as the seventh blow landed squarely on
her daughter's cunt, making the little piece of fuck meat squeal and
shudder for half a minute before she could thank Mr. Thomson for the
blow.
Pleasure and pain rocketed undistinguished through her body as she came
squealing, hiding the sound inside a cry of pain which echoed out of her
simultaneously. The threat of revealing herself to her mother, revealing
how hot she was, how her orgasm shook her young body to its core, kept
her from screaming. She quivered there, her hands clenching convulsively
on the edge of the chair as her muscles in her legs quivered in reaction,
sweat popping out on her young body as tendrils of pleasure snaked
through her body as her orgasm subsided, leaving her exhausted, yet
hungry for more. "Please punish my bottom Mr. Thomson," she gasped
out one more time.
"Whack" The belt landed it's eighth blow, the flat of the leather hitting
her swollen labia solidly, tearing a scream from Annie's throat as she
jerked her head up, her toes curling as her whole body shook in a wracking
orgasm, her cunt drooling juices down the inside of her thighs as it
spasmed uncontrollably, Gloria watching her daughter in the throws of
orgasm as she gasped out her own orgasm, her fingers diving into her own
slick cunt as Annie clenched her eyes shut and held onto the chair for dear
life, her orgasm shaking her body mercilessly until the tension seemed to
snap out of her with a gasp, Greg standing behind her slut daughter
holding the belt, watching her watching her daughter come hard and long,
waiting for both of them to come down, knowing everything.
Greg smiled at Gloria and held up the belt for her. He had two more blows
to give Annie, and didn't know if she could take them without collapsing,
but he was going to find out. She had already recited her line, and her
body, still quivering in reaction to her last orgasm was waiting the next
blow, her cunt red and swollen from both the blows and her comes. He
paused, savoring the moment, savoring the power he held over both these
gorgeous pieces of flesh, the mother still gouging her cunt with her fingers,
waiting, her face still twisted by desire and need as she watched her
daughter being abused, the daughter bent over, begging to be belted,
begging to be taken, needing his discipline, his touch, needing the pleasure
he could give to her.
Annie's whole body was tense, fatigue making her muscles shake, not
knowing if she could control herself during the next blow, not knowing if
she could take the next come, afraid she couldn't take it, afraid it would be
too much pleasure, dreading it as much as she needed it, wanted it, the
dread enhanced by the thought of her mother seeing her writhing on the
floor coming her brains out, the humiliation of that happening. She waited
for the blow, and when it struck it came up between her legs, landing
squarely along her snatch, the hard leather smashing, stinging, hurting her
tender, swollen labia, making her whole body jerk, a choking scream
coming from her throat as her knees buckled, her head snapping up as she
dragged at the chair, her cunt spasming and spasming in pain and more as
her orgasm exploded over her, sending her vision diving in and out of
darkness, her young body collapsing onto her knees in jerking, spastic
motions as pleasure engulfed her teenaged body. She squeezed her thighs
together, the painful stinging in her cunt driving her to higher peaks of
pleasure as she writhed in her own pleasure, oblivious to the world around
her, he whole mind centered on her spasming cunt.
When Gloria saw the belt heading straight toward her daughter's cunt she
came even before it hit, her fingers mashing her clit, sending jarring
flashes of pleasure though her body, which built as the sick sound of
leather against flesh echoed in the room, tearing a choking sob from her
daughter, making her crumple in on herself, sprawling out over her chair,
her head turned to one side on the seat of the chair, tears coursing down
her face, her whole body shivering from reaction. Gloria sawed at her clit,
closing her eyes to fix the look on her daughter's face in her mind, the look
of pure abandonment, pure animal ecstasy, as she bit back her own scream
as she came hard, shuddering through her own orgasm while her daughter
spasming in pleasure also.
Mr. Thomson stepped back, watching as the mother and daughter spasmed
in their respective orgasms, his cock throbbing in his pants. As much as
he wanted to, he refrained from grabbing Annie by the hips right then and
there and fucking her brains out--he wanted to keep up the illusion for at
least a little while longer, although he already had a plan on how to bring
it to a conclusion. Now he needed a fuck, and it looked like Gloria would
be up for it before Annie would be. "Annie," he said gently, helping her
to her feet, looking down into her tear-streaked face, those big blue eyes
glistening up at him, their intelligence dulled by fatigue and
overstimulation. "Annie, that's all for your punishment today. You did
fine. We will finish it when you are properly recovered. Now did you
learn your lesson today?" He smiled as she nodded and sent her staggering
back to her room with a quick pat on the bottom. What a piece of ass, he
thought yet again.
Gloria had stepped out of her jeans by the time he had stepped into the
kitchen, her legs firm and strong leading up to a nice, round ass. He
grabbed her roughly, mashing her lips to his, tasting her mouth, battling
her tongue with his own, crushing her warm, hard body to his as he forced
her to the floor. He didn't bother to take off his clothes, just dragged his
pants to his knees and tearing off her panties until he could drive his cock
hard into her slick, wet cunt. He gave it to her hard and fast, his own need,
his own lust, overpowering her, her legs curling around her ass as he
plunged into her brutally, spiking his cock deep into her cunt with each
stroke, making her grunt and pant beneath him, her cunt a warm sheath for
his cock, the slapping of flesh on flesh loud in the room.
Gloria gasped with each brutal fuck, her body poised again on the edge of
orgasm, her head swimming in pleasure as Greg fucked her hard, hard like
she needed it, like she wanted it, plowing into her relentless, mercilessly,
not caring what she wanted or how she wanted it, just taking her, using
her. She screamed when he did, arching herself against him as pleasure
shocked through her body, making her jerk and buck beneath him, his cock
spilling its come deep inside her cunt, skewering her, possessing her. She
wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her orgasm flooded through her,
small flashes of light against her eyelids making her gasp with each jolt of
pleasure. It was so good, so good to have a man who knew what she
needed.
Annie heard her mother's scream echo with Mr. Thomson's, but she was
on the verge of sleep, her young body having been stretched to its breaking
point just minutes ago. It had been so good, so good she could still feel the
pleasure and pain in her cunt, the tingling which helped her drift off into
sleep, knowing that Mr. Thomson would always be there to make her
come, to give her what she craved, to give her the pleasure she needed.
For the past two weeks he had spent his time settling his fuck-meat, he
smiled to himself as he used the word, into a routine. Every morning he
and Gloria woke up early and he fucked her wherever he wanted,
sometimes even tying her down, while describing how he was going to use
her daughter that day. After school, Annie came directly home, where he
"tutored" her in the fine arts of being a cock-hungry slut, begging to be
fucked in every hole, to be used mercilessly, to be tied down and brutalized
however he wished as long as she could come over and over. He made sure
that she had at least three orgasms every session, happy to find that she
came more and more easily each day. By the time her mother came home
she was showered and out with her friends--he made sure she kept close to
her friends, he had plans for them later. He had given Annie some simple
chores and made some simple rules for her to follow. She had to help
around the house as well as get straight A's in school. He even divided her
clothes into those appropriate for school, those appropriate for after school,
and those which were for his eyes only. This gave him an excuse to punish
her in front of her mother every evening before he sent her to her room to
do her homework, making sure each punishment was more humiliating
and degrading than the last, designing each one to bring the little slut off
and get her used to degrading herself in front of her mother. Then it was
time to fuck the mother again, who was hot as a firecracker after watching
her daughter take her punishment. This weekend it was time to change
that routine.
Annie let her hand fall to Sam's knee, sliding closer to him on her couch,
looking into his eyes and parting her lips slightly as he brought his lips
against hers. She couldn't help thinking that he wasn't very experience in
this as his hands rested lightly against her shoulders, his mouth clumsily
meeting hers, not like Mr. Thomson. He and her mother had gone out for
dinner and dancing tonight, leaving her all alone until late that evening.
Mr. Thomson had suggested Sam to her, a tall boy, not unpopular, not
dumb but not smart, not ugly but not handsome, and told her to bring him
home tonight and make out with him: give him a little feel, he had said,
but don't let him touch your cunt--that's mine he had said, and she
shuddered in pleasure just remembering those words--she was his cunt, his.
She didn't know what he was up to, but he had hinted that she'd love it,
and she trusted him absolutely, so if he said make out with Sam, well, she
was making out with him, letting him slide his tongue between her lips,
making her excited because she knew that his is what Mr. Thomson
wanted.
Gloria went over her lines again as she stood in front of the door to her
apartment while Greg got out the keys. She knew what she would see, and
was sweating with nervousness and anticipation. Tonight they would tear
the facade down, for Annie's benefit--Greg said she was ready--and she
would have the perfect slut daughter, fucking whoever and whenever she
wanted her too.
Greg watched in amusement as Sam quickly disentangled himself from
Annie as he swung the door open and stepped into the room, an "Annie,
we're home" dying from his own lips as he put on an angry, surprised look
as Annie quickly tried to button up her blouse before her mother came
through the door. Gloria played her part brilliantly, a look of shock
passing over her face before she silently grabbed Sam by the arm.
"Get out," she said, her voice a controlled fury. "Get out right now." The
door closed behind him and Annie looked from Mr. Thomson to her
mother, not knowing what she was supposed to do now. "You goddamned
slut," Gloria hissed as she grabbed Annie by the arm. The teen looked
scared.
"Mom, you're hurting me."
"Hurting you, you slut!" she was shaking her now, "I work my ass off for
you, you think it's easy being a single mother...huh?"
"Mom!" she whined, trying to push away from her mother, scared and
disoriented, never having faced such vehemence in her mother before,
barely registering her mother's words, her mother's anger seeming to
impinge directly into her mind.
"I leave for one evening and come home to find you fucking around! How
many other boys have you given it to, you little slut? Tell me you're a
virgin, slut, tell me!"
"Mom!" she said, glancing at Mr. Thomson.
Her mother caught her glance and dragged her around behind the couch
facing away from Mr. Thomson, "And you had to go slutting around in
front of Greg too." She slapped her daughter across the face, lust burning
in her stomach as she saw the shock and pain reflected in her daughter's
eyes. "Now tell me slut, how many boys have you fucked?"
Annie was shocked, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. Her
mother had never hit her before, had never even spanked her. Only Mr.
Thomson did that. She was terrified and confused. "It wasn't like that,
mom," she answered, trying to pull away.
Gloria's voice went calm. "Tell me you're a virgin, then. Tell me you've
never had a cock between your legs."
Annie stared at her mother, the calm way the question was asked terrifying
her. Her mother still had a grip on her wrist, and she couldn't pull away,
and she couldn't answer--she wasn't a virgin--where was Mr. Thomson,
why wasn't he doing anything? Did he want this to happen? Her fear and
confusion increased with the thought.
Gloria stared at her daughter as the seconds stretched out, her daughter's
gaze on the floor. She shuddered as she thought about what was coming
next, about what she was about to do to her own flesh and blood. "So," she
said, pausing, "you aren't a virgin." She grabbed her daughter by the hair
and slid over the back of the couch, dragging Annie's head over with her
until it was pressed against the cushions, her body bent over the back of the
couch. "You're so hungry for cock I'm going to give you cock you little
slut." She looked up at Greg as her daughter struggled, "Fuck her Greg,"
she said clearly and loudly, "my slut daughter wants cock, we're going to
give her cock."
"Noooo!" Annie screamed, struggling with all her might, not able to get
free of her mother's grip on her hair. Her mother couldn't mean that,
wouldn't let Mr. Thomson do that--her mother loved her, cared for her,
wouldn't hurt her this way. She felt betrayed by her mother, and Mr.
Thomson, what was happening--this wasn't supposed to happen! His voice
cut through her struggles.
"Gloria, come on. I mean, she's your daughter." That's it, Annie though,
suddenly realizing that this _was_ supposed to happen, that Mr. Thomson
knew how her mother would react to her getting caught with Sam. Lust
blossomed in her as the realization struck her, and fought with the fear that
he had made her mother despise her.
"Do it Greg," Gloria said, her voice flat and emotionless, commanding.
Gloria knew he was just play-acting, but she didn't care--he was going to
fuck her daughter right now while she held the slut down or she would
destroy him. She was shaking she was so hyped up, her whole body
tingling with lust as Greg moved to obey her, moved to fuck her slut
daughter while she pinned the whore's head to the couch cushions.
"Please mom," Annie whined, both fear and lust making her body shake
and twist as Mr. Thomson's hands flipped up her skirt and pulled her
panties all the way off of her lean, strong legs.
"Shut up slut," her mother responded, jerking on her hair. "You wanted
cock, I'm going to give you cock. I can't have you slutting around with
every man you see, so I'm going to make sure you get as much cock as you
need. Do you understand, slut?" her mother shook her head again. "Mr.
Thomson is going to fill your slut cunt all day every day."
Annie shuddered as she heard those words--her mother was practically
giving her to Mr. Thomson. She didn't know what it meant, but her fear
was being overcome by her lust as her body responded to Mr. Thomson's
hands on her hips, his cock probing at the entrance to her cunt as he forced
her legs apart.
"Fuck her now." Gloria commanded, and she gritted her teeth as an
orgasm blossomed through her body as Greg sank his cock fully into her
daughter's cunt, a low moan coming from the slut.
Annie moaned as Mr. Thomson sank his cock deep into her cunt, the feel
of it inside her making her forget everything else. He began fucking her
methodically, and she grunted with each thrust, feeling an orgasm building
as she felt a tug on her hair. Her mother's face was near her head now.
"You like that slut?" Annie heard her mother whisper into her ear. "You
like that cock? You getting ready to come you little whore? I bet your
whore cunt is just eating up his cock, isn't it slut? Well it's a good thing
he's here, isn't it? It's a good thing I've got a man who can control little
sluts like you, a man who can keep your cunt from getting you into trouble.
Isn't it?" She went on and on like that, Annie able to respond only in
grunts as Mr. Thomson pounded her cunt hard, each thrust making her
asscheeks quiver and jerk.
Annie's mind was in a haze as her mother whispered what a slut, what a
whore, she was, how much she needed to be fucked and controlled and
used like this. The sensations shooting through her teenaged body were
overwhelming her, her cunt, trained to Mr. Thomson's cock, her body
trained to his touch, her mind trained to his presence, accepted the words
of her mother, knew they were true, _wanted_ them to be true. "Yes," she
began to mumble, "yes mother,...yes mother...I need it mother...I want it
mother, yes...yes...yes....oh god...oh god...so
good...aaahhh...aaahhhh...AAAHHHHGGG!" she screamed as her orgasm
hit her like a falling anvil, her gut clenching hard as pleasure swept over
her body, the knowledge that now both her mother and Mr. Thomson were
going to keep her, were going to control her sexuality, making it better,
harder, longer, her vision clouding from the sensations as Mr. Thomson
ground his hips against the firm mounds of her ass, filliing her full of his
come, the thought setting off another orgasm deep within her.
Gloria's fist ground into her groin as she watched her daughter buck into
orgasm, her own orgasm deliciously violent, making her dizzy with
pleasure. The little slut was theirs--she could make her daughter do
anything now. The mere thought of it sent her into another orgasm.
Greg felt Annie's cunt spasm and knew he had her, had known the second
he had heard her begin telling her mother how much she wanted his cock,
how much she wanted to be fucked. He gritted his teeth as pleasure shot
through his cock as he came deep inside her teenaged cunt, knowing that
this was only the beginning, that from now on there were going to be no
limits.
Annie shuddered as Mr. Thomson pulled his cock from her cunt and felt a
tinge of excitement buzz through her teenaged body as she thought about
what had just happened: she had been fucked by Mr. Thomson while her
mother held her down, her mother’s fist still gripping her hair not
letting her forget that she was under her mother’s control. She
shuddered again as her mother snarled at her, "You like that bitch? You
like that you little slut? Did you come you whore?"
"Yes mother," Annie gasped, her just satiated body recovering, her lust
growing quickly, her cunt spasming in growing need again. Her mind was a
fog of lust--she would do anything her mother or Mr. Thomson wanted,
anything.
Gloria grinned savagely and climbed over the back of the couch, making
sure her daughter didn’t try to stand up straight. She still had plans
for the little cunt, not to say she needed to get her own rocks off.
"Strip," she commanded Greg as he grabbed Annie’s arms and pulled them
behind her back, "but first get me something to tie her up." A minute
later Greg was stripped and her daughter’s wrists were tied behind her
back.
Greg watched as Gloria grabbed Annie by the back of the neck and first
forced her to stand and then pushed her onto her knees, her arms bound
behind her, her teenaged tits standing proud from her body. He rubbed his
own cock, soft and smooth from Annie’s dried cunt juices, feeling it begin
to sluggishly come to life as he watched the lewd picture of Gloria
forcing her daughter down onto her belly, telling her that sluts belonged
on their bellies or their backs, Annie's firm asscheeks sexily clenching
and unclenching as her mother pushed on her lower back. He watched
interested, as Gloria stacked up several pillows in front of Annie and
motioned him over.
Gloria positioned Greg on his back with his lower back and ass on the
pillows, with his legs bent at the knees, which forced his ass up off the
ground. She felt a thrill run through her as she grabbed her daughter by
the hair and commanded, "Suck his balls, you slut, and lick his asshole
clean," before shoving her face into Greg’s ass.
Annie was dizzy with fuck lust, the pain from her mother pulling her hair
merely exciting her more as she rolled her hips unconsciously, her
gorgeous ass humping the air as she plunged her face into Mr. Thomson’s
ass, her neck straining as she licked the soft flesh below his scrotum,
tasting his sweat, reveling in its salty bitterness, her cunt drooling at
the knowledge that she was a piece of meat which was meant for his
pleasure. She felt his legs tense as she turned her head and pushed her
face into his ass, her tongue searching out his ass, touching it, tasting
the acrid flavor of his shit, her whole body shuddering in repulsion and
lust at what a nasty thing she was doing, at how foul and dirty she was,
her thighs clenching as pleasure at the thought and taste and feel and
smell of his body and what she was doing oozed through her.
Greg moaned as Annie began rimming him in earnest, Gloria gripping his
stiffening cock in one hand while she held Annie’s head against his ass
with the other. He should have had the little cunt rim him earlier, he
thought, she was a natural. He could feel her tongue pushing against his
sphincter, worming its way between the tight muscle, and his hips bucked
uncontrollably and his cock jerked as he came to full erection, pleasure
suffusing his body. Gloria had released his cock now and was stripping,
and he sighed as she straddled him backwards, impaling herself on his
cock, her warm, silky cunt engulfing his manhood, instantly massaging it
as she stared down at her daughter.
She grimaced with the pleasure of Greg’s cock inside her as she slid down
on it, every nerve of her body on fire as she watched her daughter tongue
his ass. She hadn’t thought it would be so exciting, so thrilling to
debase her own daughter like this, to see her perform every nasty act she
could think of, to have her totally under control. She began slowly
working Greg’s cock with her cunt, sliding slightly around in her saddle,
gasping at the pleasure it sent racing through her body. She reached down
and grabbed his balls, her fingers touching Annie’s cheek as she massaged
them, the contact thrilling her, a small orgasm blossoming through her
body as she watched her daughter continue to rim her lover. She came
again, harder, as an idea came into her head.
Annie strained, using her thighs to push herself against Mr. Thomson’s
ass, her tongue worming and squirming into his anus, the taste of his shit
and sweat strong and thrilling in her mouth, the touch of her mother’s
fingers on her face driving her wild with lust. Her legs were spread wide
know, in a parody of a frog kick, her hips grinding her groin against the
rough carpet, the burn in her shaven mound not enough, not enough dammit
please let it be enough she moaned to herself frustrated as she sought to
come, her cunt spasming and drooling as her asscheeks undulated with lust.
Suddenly pain slammed into her ass and she screamed, a choked scream as
she kept her tongue working on Mr. Thomson’s ass, the pain flashing into
intense pleasure as the belt landed again, the metal buckle bruising her
asscheek, making her squirm and thrash, her whole body building to a peak
as her mother slashed the belt yet again against her tender flesh, sending
jagged daggers of pain and pleasure through her body.
"Until he comes, cunt!" Gloria hissed, bringing the belt down again,
watching the soft flesh of her daughter recoil from the punishing buckle,
harsh red marks tinged with blue and black rising on the white flesh of
her ass, her daughter’s muffled screams driving her wild with pleasure as
she watched her daughter’s body kick and squirm under the blows, her own
body seeming to fill with pleasure like a balloon with each stroke she
laid into Annie’s ass and thighs. With the seventh blow her own cunt
spasmed and she felt like her body would burst as ecstasy made it buck on
top of Greg, her cunt spasming around his cock violently, her arm raising
mercilessly for another blow as her orgasm washed through her, ecstasy
filling every nerve of her body as the thwack of another blow jerked her
daughter on the floor beneath her, her daughter whose white flesh was
squirming and jerking and begging to be beaten more and more as she
brought the belt down again, right between her daughter’s spread legs, the
buckle swinging down to strike wetly against Annie’s straining cunt, the
scream of pure lust and agony guttering out of her daughter’s throat
sending her higher into yet another orgasm.
Annie’s ass and thighs burned and throbbed with the blows, and she felt
her mother’s orgasm above her, her mother’s body jerking and bucking on
top of Greg, and she felt her own orgasm close as she squirmed on the
floor, her whole body on fire, her nipples burning against the carpet as
she thrashed on the floor. "MMMMMFFFFFFFGGGGGG!" she screamed as the
buckle of the belt landed directly against her cunt, pain flashing though
her teenaged body, her cunt spasming uncontrollably, sending her into a
spiral of pleasure and she screamed again as she orgasmed violently, her
whole body jerking and squirming and thrashing and undulating on the
floor. Her whole body was on fire, the next blow on her cunt fuel for the
ecstasy coursing through her as she jammed her tongue deep inside Mr.
Thomson, wanting to degrade herself completely, wanting to show what a
slut, what a whore she was. The next blow on her cunt send waves of
blackness across her eyes as her pleasure peaked, and she shook
uncontrollably before every muscle in her body seemed to jerk and she
flopped once, twice against the floor before her body went limp from
exhaustion, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Greg gripped Gloria’s waist as she went crazy, flailing at Annie with the
belt, the pleasure in his cock making him grit his teeth as the familiar
pleasure/pain built deep in his bowels, Annie’s tongue seeming to spread
that throughout his whole body, making him tingle with pleasure
everywhere. When he felt Annie lose it, thrashing about, he grunted and
jerked his hips up, driving his cock deep into the spasming cunt around
it, pleasure making his vision go dark as he came hard into the bitch
straddling him, shooting string after string of come deep inside her cunt.
He grabbed at her blindly as he came, his stomach muscles contracting, his
arms circling hers, stopping her from whipping Annie any more, the three
of them locked together in powerful orgasms.
Gloria was the first to recover, and raised herself off Greg’s softening
cock, shuddering at the twinge of pleasure it gave her. Come ran down her
thighs as she stood , and she reveled in the feel of it against her skin,
but even more at the sight of her daughter, splayed out on the floor,
twitching as she floated in that place between exhaustion and sleep. "Get
up, slut," she commanded, poking her in the ribs with her foot. "Come on,
come on slut, I said get up."
Annie was in a world of pleasure--her whole body was suffused with it,
relaxed and satiated; she had never felt at such peace in her entire young
life. When her mother poked her it was like the world coming to life
again. She groggily got to her hands and knees, the taste of shit and
sweat still strong in her mouth, and stood unsteadily up as her mother
continued to prod her.
"Go clean yourself up and then come into our bedroom. There is going to
be a new sleeping arrangement."
Greg watched as Annie nodded and made her way to the bathroom, feeling
like a shower himself. He stood up and looked down at the carpet: Annie
would have to clean that up tomorrow--she was in no shape for it tonight.
Anyway, he certainly felt like going to sleep. Gathering Gloria with his
arm he went to her to shower, taking the strong scent of sex with him.
Annie dragged herself, half asleep, into her mother’s room, into her
mother’s and Mr. Thomson’s room she corrected herself, and waited for them
to finish their shower. She was as sore and tired as she had ever been,
and as happy, even with butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the sight
of her mother, naked, staring at her when she walked from the shower.
Annie immediately put her head down until her mother put her hand under
her chin, forcing her to look her mother in the eyes.
"Things are going to change around here Annie," her mother said. "I can’t
have a little slut like you running around out of control, so Greg and I
are setting some new rules for you. Tonight all you have to know is
this...." Annie listened to her mother, entranced by her dark brown eyes,
by her handsome face, by the way her lips moved when she spoke, as she
noticed Mr. Thomson laying down thick bedding by the foot of the bed.
"You will be nude at all times when you are in this apartment, except for
this," her mother held up a small leather bra, a contraption which covered
nothing but had enough material to support her breasts, pushing the up and
together. "Put it on now." She did as commanded, feeling embarrassed to
be doing so in front of her mother, but a little excited too. The bra
made her already firm tits jut out even further, and the straps
highlighted them to good effect. "You will also wear this collar at all
times when you are in this apartment," her mother continued, handing Annie
a leather collar, "put it on now." Annie didn’t even think about
disobeying; she was caught up in this, the feel of the leather against her
neck somehow exciting her as she thought of how she must look, her cunt
shaven, her breasts thrust out by the leather bra, her nipples hard, the
white of her neck covered by a collar declaring her enslaved, enslaved to
her lusts, she thought, enslaved to the pleasures Mr. Thomson could give
to her, enslaved so he could control those passions. Her skin tingled as
she though about it all. "From now on, you will sleep on the floor at the
foot of our bed, with this leash tied to the bedpost." Her mother hooked
a rope tether to her collar and locked the other end around the bedpost.
With a "sleep well, cunt," her mother turned away, and she settled down
immediately on the bedding that had been laid down for her, snuggling up
with it to warm herself, falling almost immediately into a deep sleep.
......
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