TABOO TALES(erotica)

After Angie had slept over several times, she eventually stayed Monday through Thursday nights on a regular basis, returning home only on the weekend.

One day, Janette had been negligent and left a full load of wet laundry in the washer a week ago. By now it smelled moldy and might be ruined. Matt decided the time had come for the next level of instruction.

At the end of the dinner meal he explained Janette’s carelessness. “Just like your prep school believes in the tradition of correction, so do I as head of this household. Clear the table. I expect you both in the study in five minutes.”

“Janette, go into the living room and prepare yourself. Angie, get a flogger, quirt and tawse from the bottom drawer of the sideboard.” He noticed that she knew the meaning of all three words. Janette had explained all the toys that the girls had seen in online bondage movies. “Wait five minutes, then join us,” he said to Angie.

When Angie entered the living room, Janette was standing in front of her father’s usual easy chair, nude except for black stay-ups and shoes. Matt was in the chair, wearing shorts and sipping brandy. Legs spread, his daughter’s arms were raised and bound to a leather-covered, suspended horizontal bar, her turgid nipples crushed by heavy clamps. Matt wanted to begin slowly and traditionally. “You may begin with six hard strokes on her ass with the flogger.”

To the surprise of Matt and Janette, Angie’s first strike was indeed hard. Janette moaned for a moment at the harshness. By the sixth stroke, both girls were sweating considerably. “Take off your blouse and skirt,” he commanded Angie. Without a peep of objection, Angie obediently did so, turning her back to carefully fold her blouse and skirt and place them neatly on the couch.

When she turned back, she saw that Matt had placed his foot on the coffee table behind Janette and between her legs. Janette’s shaved mound was resting against Matt’s bare knee, rubbing against it. “Now use the quirt on her back,” he said. As Angie began laying into her friend, Janette began humping Matt’s knee more aggressively, no longer trying to minimize her groans and grinding movements. Her pelvis began pistoning against his bare skin as her head rolled around.

The only sounds were the squishing of her drenched slit against Matt’s knee, the thwack of leather imprinting itself on the young slut’s skin, and Janette’s increasing groans. Angie moved to marking Janette’s thighs and increased the pace of the blows, trying to cover all of the shiny skin with livid marks. Janette came, uttering “Uh, uh, ahhh. . . uhhh. . .” repeatedly. When both girls stopped, Janette slid down her father’s angled thigh till she stopped at his waist, leaving a wide trail of pussy juice smeared across his thigh. Angie was amazed at how wet her friend was.

“Angie, go to the kitchen, open a bottle of white wine, and pour a couple of glasses for Janette and you.”

“Yes, Matt.” In the kitchen, Angie had trouble opening the bottle but eventually managed. By the time she returned to the living room, Matt’s shorts and undershorts were lying on the floor. Janette was sitting, centered in Matt’s lap, but had reversed direction and was facing Angie. Angie thought the position was called a reverse cowgirl. Janette was spread open: her knees were above and outside Matt’s thighs, her legs outside his calves. Her arms were still stretched to the horizontal bar overhead.

A thin metal rod with clamps on both ends connected her dark nipples, which were the length and diameter of two big erasers. Janette’s eyes were glazed as she moved up and down on her father’s lap, his hands on her thighs to help. Her bald pussy lips were open, shining with juice. Angie realized they were fucking, right in front of her eyes.

“Angie,” Matt croaked. “Punish her front with the crop and quirt. Start on her thighs, move up to her belly and finish with her tits.” Angie lit into her friend’s widespread thighs, angry that Janette was fucking Matt instead of Angie doing him. Using the quirt, she enthusiastically applied a half dozen stripes to each inner thigh as Janette moved up and down more violently. Angie marked her slut friend’s belly heavily.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

By the time Janette was close to cumming, Angie had dropped the quirt, picked up the crop and shoved it straight between Janette’s open pussy lips. Not till then did she comprehend that Matt wasn’t fucking his daughter’s cunt, he was fucking her ass. The thought infuriated Angie. She surprised herself with the force she applied to Janette’s fat tits, striking the sweating flesh, making no attempt to avoid the brutally clamped nipples as she pushed six inches of the crop into her craven friend’s wet tunnel.

Janette loved being the center of her father’s and her friend’s attentions. She loved the crop up her cunt while Daddy’s fat cock was deeply into her ass. She screamed with pleasure at the crop dildo and uttered a strangled cry at the abuse of her tits and nipples. Angie let go of the crop and it waved obscenely as Janette’s pussy moved up and down. She came, Matt following soon afterward, shooting a huge load of spunk all the way up his daughter’s accommodating ass.

When he’d finished shooting, he pulled the dangling crop out of her cunt and gently pushed Janette off his cock. She slumped onto the floor at his feet, sprawling senselessly. Immediately, Matt’s jism streamed out of her ass. “That’s called a ‘creampie,’ Angie. And you did a fine job of discipline. Now, why don’t you help your friend go upstairs and clean up?”

The cum from Matt’s cock had been dripping onto Janette’s sweaty neck. With his foot, Matt shoved his daughter so she lay sprawled on her back, her face upturned. Angie stared at Matt’s dripping dick and the nasty way that his cum splashed onto his daughter’s chin and cheek. When she felt the hot cum splatter onto her, Janette opened her eyes, seeing Matt’s cock, still hard, bobbing above her.

“Daddy, there’s something else. We broke a dish in the kitchen, which we had to clean up,” she said.

“Which dish?”

“That expensive bowl you liked.”

“That’s unfortunate. . . You said ‘we broke a dish.’ It sounds like you’re covering for Angie.”

Janette nodded. Angie blurted, “I broke it, sir.”

He nodded. “Then Janette will receive another punishment, for lying to protect you. And Angie, you’ll receive your own session for breaking the dish. Janette, let’s get started.”

Matt pointed to a straight-backed leather chair whose top was waist-high. Janette staggered over to it and spread her legs. Angie, unbelievably excited, had begun to perspire lightly in the warm study. Finally, she’d get more of Matt’s attention. She’d show Janette that she could administer punishment as well as – no, even better – than Janette.

Father and friend both stared at Janette’s high, tight ass. As they did so, the decadent daughter knew to spread her legs to the outside of the chair and bend over, thus opening her ass cheeks and exposing the labia that had visibly begun to moisten. Cum still dribbled from her distended nether ring, streaks and blobs of the thick white stuff marking the insides of her thighs.

“Angie, take four cuffs out of the coffee table drawer and fasten Janette’s wrists and ankles.” The girl looked at him, startled. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned. Reluctantly, Angie removed four leather bands, kneeled and tightly attached her friend’s ankles to the rear chair legs.

While Angie secured Janette, Matt, still nude, moved two heavy metal floor lamps in front of the chair. “Now unbutton her blouse, pull it off her shoulders but leave it draped over her back. And bind each wrist to a lamp.” He didn’t bother to explain that tying Janette’s wrists to the lamps kept her torso horizontal, providing easy access to her chest. Cooperatively, Janette extended her arms and Angie stretched them to the floor lamps, her heavy tits hanging straight down above the chair seat. He noticed the proud, sophisticated expression on Janette’s face. Angie took every opportunity to steal glances at Matt, his semi-hard cock swaying as he walked around.

“Good.” He handed Angie a bridle bit, the shaft covered with thick black leather. In her nervousness, the novice almost dropped it. “Janette makes a lot of noise, so she prefers to be silenced.” Angie nodded and Janette opened her mouth wide, smiling nonchalantly at Angie as proof of Janette’s greater experience. Angie fitted the gag between her friend’s thick lips and fastened the straps tautly behind the bound girl’s head.

“Now watch carefully,” he instructed Angie, grabbing her arms and positioning her behind and to the side of Janette. He took a tawse from the drawer and asked his daughter, “Are you ready?” She nodded. He struck hard against her taut upper thighs as she jerked but remained silent. He looked at Angie who was staring at the reddening flesh, her eyes enlarged and her breathing heavier than before. He placed two more fierce strikes as Janette muttered in pain.