Family Rituals

Copyright 2007

Written by Powerone and SummerElizabeth8

Chapter 3

Forced to her Knees

The room was suddenly empty, Amanda alone with her father. He sat in the chair, his eyes watching her.

“Stand in front of the fire,” his voice was commanding.

Amanda was suddenly scared. Not of her father, but what she might have to do. She had never really thought of her father in a sexual way, what girl did? But now he was going to train her sexually and that would require him to see her naked and touch her. Touch her in her most intimate spots. And she would have to reciprocate. Touch his penis. She didn’t know if she could do that. It just felt wrong.

She grew jealous of her mother when she sucked Evan’s penis, especially when she drank his cum. In spite of hearing her parent’s lovemaking at night, it surprised Amanda to see her mother perform for her father, getting into the doggy position, all of it seemed so degrading. And they expected Amanda to do the same.

She moved quickly to stand in front of the fireplace, her training still making her act without thinking whenever her father ordered her. She looked at him, remembering how transparent the nightgown she was wearing.

“Spread you legs wider. Your thighs must never touch when a man is near. You are to allow them complete access to your sex.” He could see the way her perky nipples pushed out the thin garment. Just like her mother, her nipples hardened at the mere thoughts of arousal. He could see the outline of her spread legs, the mystery of her sex enhanced. “Turn sideways. Thrust out your tits for me.”

She turned to the side, her back arching as she exaggerated the position, her breasts almost pointing in the air. She felt the material stretching across her breasts, teasing her nipples harder. They felt so big, rubbing against the rough material. She was sure that he could see her dark brown areolas through the almost gauze like material, ashamed at how big they were. She waited, her legs trembling, holding the position he required of her.

He loved her pert ass, her cheeks pushing out the nightgown in the back. She had such a lovely body. He couldn’t wait to get her naked and explore her intimately. “Face me.” He stood up, moving close to her. “Do you remember position #1?”

She remembered the position, nodding her head. “Yes Sir.” She put her hands behind her neck, bowing her elbows out, feeling her breasts pushing hard against the material of the nightgown. She posed for him, her breasts thrust out obscenely.

“Your feet should be spread shoulder width. I want you open and available.” He watched as she got into the position. “Very good.” His hands went up to her breasts, Amanda flinching when he cupped both of her breasts so naturally, cradling the full breasts in his large hand.

She hadn’t expected it, though she should have. His hands moved up and cupped her breasts, making her jump. She had to fight the urge to move away from him, his large hands gripping her breasts almost harshly.

“Still Amanda. Hold still.” He felt her body tense as he tightened his grip on her breasts, his fingers digging into her flesh. They were so firm, his large hand able to grip them tightly. He could feel the hard nipples beneath his fingertip. He released them, his fingers moving up to her nipples pushing hard against the fabric. He pinched each one with two fingers, watching her face as he tightened on the throbbing tips. “Don’t move,” he warned her as he twisted her nipples, feeling the blood pulsating in the tips.

Not even Evan had touched her this way, Evan’s touch always gentle. Her father pinched her nipples until the pain raced through her breasts, twisting them until they ached. She was relieved when he released them, but he was not through yet. She watched as his large fingers slowly opened the small buttons of the nightgown with such skill. He pulled the nightgown to the sides until her cleavage was exposed. His finger gave her goose bumps as it traced up and down her deep cleavage, Amanda feeling her nipples getting so hard she thought they would burst.

“Very lovely tits, just like your mothers.” He opened the buttons all the way to the waist, his hands moving up to pull the garment to the side. Her raised arms prevented him from slipping it from her shoulders, so he slipped his hands inside and grabbed her naked breasts and pulled them out.

She felt a strange tingling between her legs when his calloused hands touched her naked breasts, feeling him hefting them up as if they were cantaloupe and pulling them out into the flickering light of the fireplace. He cradled them while a finger rubbed back and forth over her swollen nipples, teasing them harder. His eyes stared at her naked bosom, taking in the sight of her young flesh, her bosom turning red in shame.

“Take off the nightgown,” his voice breaking the silence of the room, only Amanda’s heavy breathing as she felt her breasts caressed by her father seemed almost natural.

She put her hands down, sliding the nightgown off of her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side as she stood in front of her father in only the simple white panties. She spread her legs again, her arms going back up to arch her back, her naked breasts thrust into her father’s face.

He looked down, able to see the outline of her pussy lips, her shorn labia leaving little to the imagination beneath the white panties. He thought he could see a wet spot on her panties. Was she already becoming aroused?

“AAAAHHH,” she suddenly yelled out, her arms falling down to her side, shocked by the unexpected touch of her father. He had gripped her sex almost like a ball, his hand curling around her labia to cup it in his large palm, one fat finger forcing her panties between her lips.

“Don’t defy me. Arms back up and keep your legs spread.” His hand returned, this time he felt her body tense as he cupped her sex again. He could feel her wetness, his finger moving up and down her slit effortlessly. He clenched his hand on her pussy. He could feel the way her pussy lips curled around his trapped finger. “Your pussy is wet.” It was a statement, not a question.

She had never felt such a touch. Yes, she had masturbated, but in solo masturbation you always knew what was going to happen. With her father, it was so sudden, her pussy gripped by his hand, goosing her as she stood with her legs spread, allowing him complete access to her sex. And then there was the finger trapped between her lips, moving around almost inside her, up and down, teasing so close to her swollen clit. She was ashamed at how wet he had made her. “I’m sorry Sir,” was the only thing she could stammer, sounding so pitiful after she said it.

His hands slid into around to grip her ass cheeks, pulling her close to him until he felt her pussy pushed against his hard cock. His cock jerked in pleasure when he felt her, reminding him of when she rubbed up against him until he came. He clenched her cheeks tightly, almost painfully, enjoying the way she squirmed against him.

She could feel his penis rubbing against her pussy, her thin panties giving little protection. It felt bigger then before, feeling it jerk between her legs. She squirmed as her father wormed a finger between her ass cheeks, unceremoniously pulling them apart until she felt the hard tip of his finger pushing on her anus, shoving the panties into her backside. Her anal ring was forced open, the dry panties hurting as his finger attempted to breach her backside. She hadn’t even thought of such a thing, or she put it out of her mind, the thought of taking a hard penis in her backside so disgusting. She jerked her hips up and down as his finger goosed her in the ass, rubbing back and forth against her father’s penis. She was relieved when he stopped, but his touch gave her goose bumps as his fingers slipped into the waist band of her panties. She knew he was going to make her naked and she really feared that, afraid of him intimately probing her body. She put her legs together as he slipped her panties down her legs, Amanda stepping out of them one leg at a time.

He moved back, admiring her shorn labia, her lips wet with her juices, her puffy lips split by her gash. He moved behind her, admiring her ass, the delicate crack that held her treasures from his view. There would be time for a more intimate inspection of her asshole. “Into the next room and get on the bed.” He held her arm as they moved into the next room, his eyes staring at her breasts as they bounced gently as she walked.

She felt as though it was the final walk. Onto the bed, he had stated. Would he take her virginity so quickly? He opened the door into the bedroom, her parent’s large imposing bed the centerpiece of the room. He led her over to it, Amanda having to crawl into the center of it, knowing that he was watching her from behind, sure that she gave him a great look of her naked sex. She lay down on her back.

“No, sit up. Lean the pillow against the headboard.” He moved to the other side of the bed. He took off of his robe, standing naked before her, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock in front of him. He saw her gaze. “You will learn to satisfy a cock in many ways. Your hand, your mouth, your pussy. Even that tight asshole.” He could see the shocked look on her face as she was confronted with the reality of the situation.

Her eyes watched as he took off the robe, her eyes opening wide when she saw how big his penis was. She couldn’t believe it. She was staring at her father’s naked penis and he was stroking it in front of her. It was huge. Much larger then it felt when he rubbed up against her. She would never be able to take anything that large inside her, sure that he would tear her apart if he tried. And he threatened to place it in all of her orifices. He got on the bed, sliding along beside her.

“Bring your knees up and spread your legs for me.” He posed her, his hands urging her thighs out wider when she didn’t comply with his liking.

She looked down, ashamed at the way her pussy lips had pulled back, her shorn pussy so obscenely exposed. Ashamed at how wet she was. She looked over at him, her eyes dropping instantly to the hard cock that thrust up from between his legs, his hand sliding slowly up and down the thick shaft, her pussy wet at the thought of what he would force her to do with his cock.

She

She looked so beautiful, a young girl, his daughter, naked and spread on the bed next to him, his hard, throbbing cock jutting up from his thighs, jerking as he thought of her small hands encircling his rod. His mind conjured up the images of her servicing his cock. He reached for her hand, bringing it until she touched his cock, his cock jerking as her small, silky hand touched his flesh. “Wrap your hand around it. I’ll teach you how to give me pleasure with your hand. Gently now,” he urged her, her hand barely able to encircle the thick shaft. He groaned in pleasure as her hand tightened on his cock. “Up and down,” his hand guiding hers, moving it up and down the shaft. “Make it tight when you move over the head.” His hand covered hers until she got into the rhythm, moving away, watching as she continued to masturbate his cock.

His cock was so hot when she touched it, feeling the blood pounding in the shaft as she stroked it, his hand guiding her up and down. She moved over the head, feeling her fingers get wet as his cock leaked on her hand as her fingers touched the hole in the center of the head. His juices were wet and sticky, her hand sliding up and down the shaft, her Father’s hand leaving her, expecting her to continue the masturbation. Amanda was afraid of stopping, afraid of what he might do if she didn’t obey. His cock grew in her hand, each time she stroked it, it felt longer, and thicker. If it wouldn’t have been so embarrassing to be doing it to her Father, she might have felt proud that her hand could invoke such a response.

She was almost as good as her Mother, trained by her Father before William had married her. “Very good Amanda. Use your other hand and cup my balls. They are full of cum. Cum that you will drain from them with your lovely hand.” He let his hips rise up as her other hot little hand gripped his ball sack, touching him so tentatively as if she was afraid of breaking them. “A bit tighter on my balls Amanda. MMMMM, yes that is good,” his voice almost purring with pleasure.

His balls were so hot, her hand tightening on the hairy ball sack until she felt the twin balls inside floating around almost mysteriously. She tightened her hand, feeling his hips rise up from the chair, her other hand straining to hold onto his jerking cock. She couldn’t believe the power she had in her hands to please him.

His hand followed his gaze, sliding down between her widely spaced thighs, seeking out her juicy pussy, her inner lips pulled back, glistening with her juices. Her eyes shot up to his when he touched her, her body jerking as if she was being touched with a hot knife. “Relax and enjoy it,” seeing her thighs trembling to stay open to his intimate touch. Just like her Mother, Amanda’s pussy was drenched, both of them aroused by being dominated sexually. His finger rode up and down her gash, her lips pushed harshly aside by his two thick fingers, rubbing her intimate inner lips, feeling along her silky insides as if he was studying her clinically. He could see her clit poking out as if it were a little cock, the bud red and swollen. With such a large clit she would cum easily.

Her legs spread wider, opening up her sex to her Father’s fingers that rode her. Please touch my clit, she mentally begged. Her hand moved faster on her Father’s cock, hoping it would make him touch her more, ashamed at how aroused she was. She looked over at him, the look of pleasure on his face as she masturbated him, his eyes staring lewdly at her spread open sex. She felt ashamed and at the same time aroused, her mind still unable to comprehend what her Father was making her do. All she cared about now was cumming. Cumming now. “Please,” she begged him.

“Do you want Daddy to make you cum Amanda?” He wanted her to beg.

“Yes, please.” She pleaded with him.

“What do you want me to do honey?”

She hated to say it aloud, but she was desperate, his fingers extracting so much pleasure from her body. Much more than she could ever have done by herself. “Make me cum Daddy.” Her hips rose up higher from the bed, wanting to feel his hard fingers touch her harder. Her hand sped up, stroking his cock with long, even strokes, her fingers tightening on the head as it sped over it, just as he had taught her. Her other hand squeezed his balls, clenching on and off the twin balls, hoping to make him cum, hoping he would reciprocate and make her cum. “AAAWWWW,” she screamed in pleasure as his fingers lashed at her clit. Lashed is what they did, snapping at the swollen bud, igniting a combination of pain and pleasure that drove deep into her loins, her hips bucking up and down as her pussy gushed her juices. “OOOHH, GGGGGODDDD DAADDDDDY!” He had gripped her clit unceremoniously, two powerful fingers tightening on the swollen bud, Amanda finding her pleasure button feel as if it were in a vice, her hips pulled up as his fingers yanked it harshly upward, stretching it obscenely out of shape.

He was ready to cum, his finger finding her swollen clit and snapping it back and forth with his fingernails, feeling her body jerk from the sudden shock of being touched so harshly on such a delicate organ. She began to scream in pleasure, her hand moving so fast up and down his cock, her other hand coaxing the cum from his balls. He was ready to cum, yanking her clit with his fingers, wanting her to cum while he so masterfully took his pleasure from her untrained body. His breathing was ragged, his hips pumping up and down as she masturbated his cock to an orgasm.

She felt her virgin pussy suddenly impaled on a thick finger, finding her pussy spread wide by the wet digit as it corkscrewed inside her, a gasp drawn from her lips as it banged into her hymen, Armanda afraid he would take her virginity. She had put her own finger inside her, carefully as to not damage her fragile hymen, wanting to save herself for her husband, but now her Father was rubbing inside her, his finger harsh as it banged against her hymen, Amanda feeling it stretch as he tested its resiliency. His thick thumb mashed her clit into her pelvic bone, grinding it back and forth as she came under the duel ravishment. She felt his cock swell in her hand, Amanda instinctively knowing that he was about to cum. She braced herself for the unexpected, almost able to feel the cum shooting up from his balls, the head of his cock growing bigger. She looked down just in time to see the hole in the head of his cock open, thick milky cum shooting out from the end to spread on her Father’s stomach, dripping down onto her hand. It was so hot, as if her hand would burn as it sat on her skin as her hand continued to masturbate him. Her hand slid easily up and down his shaft, aided by the abundant slippery crème that continued to burst from his cock. She continued to squeeze his balls after each shot of cum, never failing to get another load of cum to shoot. Her hand was drenched with his cum as she felt her own orgasm overcome her body. “YYYYEEEESSS!” She came under his fingers, her clit massaged back and forth beneath his demanding thumb, her virgin pussy impaled by his fat finger. She came in spite of her body being tense, afraid of him busting her cherry, yet at the same time enjoying the way his finger explored her virgin pussy, pushing aside all her resistance as it sought entrance to her tight hole.

Her pussy was so tight on his finger, the orgasm that overcame her body making her shake and shudder. Her face was contoured in pleasure as she came, bathing his finger in her juices, as her pussy uncontrollably clenched on his finger as if it were his cock. And his cock began to spew his cum all over her hand, as she coaxed his cum from his balls, her hand flying up and down his slick cock, her other hand milking the cum from his balls like an expert.

They both continued to move their hands and fingers, slower now as the orgasms sapped their strength.

William’s cock began to soften, his lap covered in his thick cum, her hand slick with his juices still moving up and down the semi-hard weapon. He pulled his finger from her pussy, but not before banging up against her hymen one last time to remind her of the power he had over her virgin body. “Get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Clean my cock with it.” He watched her as her naked ass swayed so sexily to the bathroom, his cock already stirring. There would be no need for her to clean his cock next time, it would be her mouth that would extract the pleasure from his body. But first he would taste the sweet nectar of her virgin body, sure that she had never felt the delights of being orally serviced.

Chapter 4

Master’s Wishes

When Amanda returned with the cloth from the bathroom, William noted the mixture of fear and desire still present in Amanda’s eyes. He had used her little pussy roughly with his fingers, but she would have to get used to it and more. In time, she would come to love it as her Mother did.

“Did you make sure to use warm water?” he questioned his naked daughter.

“Yes, Daddy. I didn’t want to shock you,” she giggled nervously.

William smiled as her little titties swayed, but thought it was time for another reminder of who was in control. He spoke gently but resolutely as she knelt at his feet and bathed his softening cock. “You must always do all you can to see that your Master is pleased. Be it with your body, the house, the meal, anything. You must learn to truly love serving and satisfying your Master. A large part of your satisfaction will come from this, do you understand what I mean?”

Amanda looked up shyly and gave her head a quick shake. “Not really, Daddy, but I think that I will learn in time.

“I want you to understand that your Master will have total discretion. I will school Evan to be fair, but he alone will eventually determine what your life will be like as his wife and property. He will have his expectations and you must obey. He will see to your punishments. And you must obey. You - must - obey.” William enunciated every word of his last sentence to make his point and Amanda shuddered.

“But Daddy, what if he is too harsh with me?” She questioned him, looking up at him.

“Always call your Master Sir. You have forgotten the very first rule, Amanda. I am disappointed. But I will answer your question,” he said as Amanda hung her head. “As I said, I will teach Evan to temper his anger and his lust with fairness. You will have to trust me that I will be strong enough to show him the correct way to be a good Master to you. As I am strong enough to teach you how to be a proper wife to him.”

Amanda thought that he was certainly going to be an excellent Master to train her. And, she had always known Daddy, no, Master, she corrected herself, to be strict but fair. She had always trusted him to be her rock, so now she would trust him in this too.

“You know that I am going to punish you for your lack of memory, right?” William questioned his daughter.

“Yes, Sir. Shall I get the paddle?” Amanda asked, almost with a sigh.

“Not tonight, Amanda. Tonight, I am going to start to show you that your Master has other ways of punishing you than just spanking your bottom. Go to the top drawer of my dresser and bring me the Velcro restraints that are on top.”

Amanda rose shakily and walked to where her Father instructed. She was shaking with the knowledge that she would be completely at his mercy when she knew she had a punishment coming. What would he do? Punish her breasts like he had done her Mother’s? Her hands trembled as she reached to get the items and she tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. William smiled as he read his daughter’s distress written clearly on her beautiful, youthful face. As she tried to soothe herself, he noticed the rise and fall of her pert breasts and noted that they would lend themselves well to clamps and weights. Two of William’s favorite apparatus.

She found what she was looking for, and turned back to the bed. Her Father stopped her before she could take a step. “Go down on your hands and knees for me,” he ordered. Amanda immediately did as she was told, but the trepidation in her eyes grew, William noticed. Although she didn’t look at him directly, keeping her eyes downcast like a good submissive, her expression deepened and she was obviously dreading the coming punishment. “Crawl over to me, but put the straps in your mouth first,” William directed.

Amanda did her best to do as she was told, but two of the straps fell to the floor as she moved. She tried to be graceful as she had seen her Mother do, but she felt like a clumsy idiot.

William missed nothing of her emotions and bent to pet her head when she knelt at his feet. “You are doing beautifully in your lessons,” he praised his daughter, knowing that she needed to hear this often as part of her early training. It would help reinforce his earlier words about getting pleasure from serving him.

She looked up and smiled shyly before lifting her chin and offering her Father the straps to bind her with. “Get up on the bed, on your back,” he ordered her, and this time she hesitated briefly before obeying.

Stretching her arms and legs out as she knew was expected, she strove to maintain her composure as William secured her to the bed. Her body trembled as her arms were pulled to opposite corners, her breasts rising up. One leg was unceremoniously pulled to the side, the Velcro wrapped tightly around it. She watched her Father move to the other side of the bed, Amanda’s thighs clenched tightly together. He gave her a stern look, Amanda surrendering, her free leg slowly moving over towards her Father until she felt his powerful grip on her slim ankle. He smiled as he looked between her legs, pulling her leg open until she felt like a chicken ready to be plucked, the Velcro tight around her ankle. She looked down, her pussy spread open and vulnerable. She tested the straps, finding her unable to move.

From the nightstand, William withdrew a black silken blindfold. “I am going to put this on you to allow you to focus more on the physical sensations that I am going to bring out in your body,” he told his daughter. “I want you to concentrate on how your punishment makes you feel as you lay there, unable to escape,” he finished.

Amanda was suddenly thrown into darkness. Nothing of the light of the room made its way behind her mask. She knew she must try to bear what came next with as much poise as possible.

William strove to deny his natural paternal feelings to keep his daughter safe and happy. With training and understanding, her anxiety will dissipate, he told himself as he paused to gaze at her lovely young body spread out in front of him. She had no idea that tonight’s punishment would be more a lesson in self control than pain. Eventually, she would come to learn that this form of torment would be much worse. But tonight, she would be relieved to be spared the paddle.

He started with soft kisses on the inside of her knees. Amanda’s thighs quivered as her Father’s hands roamed her firm calves. It almost tickled, but the sensations were more centered in her pussy, she thought to herself. She knew she was becoming aroused again and wondered how these sweet sensations could be punishment. Amanda thrashed in her bonds while her Father’s lips moved upward in slow motion towards their goal. She thought she knew his intent, but she was slightly panicked, none the less. No man had ever seen her in so intimate or so… bare of a position.

When William reached the apex of his daughter’s thighs, he stopped to take in the charming sight before him. With little experience in sexual matters, her bud had just begun to grow with use. Her pink lips were plump and glistened with her juice and her thighs trembled with the double stress of being stretched and tied, laid open for his private inspection. His gaze traveled up her luscious body and he saw that her whole body was blushing.

Amanda could hardly believe this was happening. She could feel her Father’s breath on her most secret places and she knew that he was taking his time, taking in the sight of her most intimate body. She was mortified and aroused at the same time, wanting him to kiss her most sensitive place, dreading it at the same time. Her bonds abruptly seemed too restrictive and she longed to just reach out and press her Father’s head down to her aching snatch. She knew that this would earn her more punishment and suddenly, she realized that that was her Father’s intent. To teach her to control her actions. She knew that this punishment would be difficult. There was no more time to ponder the thought because William chose that instant to place a soft kiss right on the moist, open folds of her sweet little pussy. Amanda gasped aloud when she felt her father’s tongue slip between her wet lips to find her most sensitive spot.

He curled his tongue briefly around her sensitive clittie and traveled south to the damp interior of his daughter’s open pussy. He deliberately poked his tongue directly into her woman’s hole, mimicking the cock that would take her sweet virginity. He chuckled when she jerked against the confines of the straps that held her. Her body was as tight as a bowstring and her pale skin shimmered with a fine sheen of moisture.

William continued to plunge his tongue in and out of her sweet hole for long minutes, enjoying the fresh taste of her unspoiled body, her gasps bringing such joy to him. His ultimate goal, however, was to torment her sweet little clit and bring her right to the edge. He wanted his daughter to know how it felt to be drawn out and kept in a state of longing. He had given her several orgasms, but none so intimate and nearly all she had to work to achieve. When his lips caught her small bud, he sucked it between his lips and nibbled gently with his teeth.

Amanda had never felt anything as intense as this direct stimulation to her female organ and she thought it was almost painful. “Please, Sir!” Amanda cried out, and flung her head back and forth. She tried to control her hips, but they continued to move in spite of the severe bondage. God, she had never felt anything so pleasurable, his tongue and lips extracting such pleasure from her body.

William noted with some satisfaction that she remembered to use his correct title, even in her agitated state. He eased the pressure of his lips and tickled her clittie with the tip of his tongue.

Amanda relaxed some, but then began to quiver with need as her Father’s tongue swished over her nub with broad strokes. It felt so good but she was almost afraid to enjoy it, lest she loose control and cum. She already knew that she would be punished severely for that. She made a supreme effort to calm down, but her mind wandered back to the scene with her Mother. I will always try to be a good slave and do my best for my Husband and Master, Amanda vowed, giving herself completely to the feelings that her Father was arousing in her.

William saw her emotions written on her face and drew out his strides to a languorous pace. “Go ahead and cum, sweetheart…” he told her kindly. “…If you can,” he said, going back to his task with a chortle.

Amanda knew then that her Father meant to torture her with pleasure. She had his permission to cum, but he would try his best to keep her from cumming at the same time. The light fluttering directly on her engorged clit made her entire body throb. Her limbs thrashed as her body spiraled towards her goal. Her hips strained for deeper contact with her Father’s mouth and she thought she could almost see the dazzling light.

All at once, her Father licked down to catch the juice leaking out of her horny twat. William thought his daughter was beautiful, even in her highly frustrated state. Her pussy was succulent and pink, with a fresh, clean taste that he found highly arousing. He had not tasted such young flesh in years and was thankful that he would have the next year to bend her body to his will.

Amanda, unaware of her Father’s dark thoughts, was struggling to maintain some composure. She felt so slutty tied to the bed with her legs spread wide. She thought about what she must look like with her Father’s head between her thighs and she felt a sizzling rush that went from her nipples to her toes. She felt it again when her Father’s tongue met her tiny, closed rosebud. When she jerked again, William chuckled at her condition.

He knew that despite all she had seen and done so far, Amanda was still very shy. His tongue coming into contact with such a secret place on her body was a shock to her. She seemed to recover quickly, he noted wryly. She was already writhing around trying to make him connect with her engorged clit again. He let one hand slip under her ass, feeling her body tense as his finger slid along the sweaty crack. His finger pushed against her anus, feeling her muscles struggle to keep his finger out. “Relax your asshole,” his voiced demanding her obedience. She surrendered, his finger pressing harder, suddenly sucked into her hot, steamy hole. He plunged his digit in and out of her anal ring a few times as she gasped. “Get used to it,” he mumbled into her twat and dived back for the succulent nub. Her gasps of pleasure were exciting as her pleasure mounted again. William knew that the tightness in his Daughter’s frame was immense. He knew that she was getting closer and closer to her peak. He thought to bring her there eventually, but he knew that drawing out the tension and teasing her over the top would make it the most incredible orgasm she had had until then.

Amanda gasped, moaned and writhed her hips and again, she desperately wished that she could grasp her Father’s head and press it tightly between her thighs. She felt feverish, but she knew that it was just the effect of her Father’s tongue whipping her pussy. Each time she got close, he would back off and go back to licking her two holes. It was humiliating when his tongue touched her anus, but it was better than his finger pushing hard in her rectum. She was embarrassed that he kept sticking his tongue inside of her, fucking her with it like a cock in both places. She felt so wanton, but she just couldn’t seem to help herself from fucking it back. She knew that she couldn’t endure much more.

With a singular finality, William sucked his beautiful daughter’s bud between his lips and sucked on it fiercely. Nibbling with his teeth, he loosened pressure only to suck the nub back again and begin Amanda’s torture anew.

She sensed that he was ready to gift her with orgasm at last and let the sensations escalate until she knew that she could no longer hold them back. She gave a hoarse cry and felt her body shudder until she was soaring in the heavens. It seemed like the earth had shattered and she had been hurled into the stars. She had never felt anything so intensely searing.

“Beautiful, beautiful,” William lapped the delicious nectar from her pussy and brought his lips up to hers for a scorching kiss.

Her father removed the blindfold, Amanda could see the fire from her Father’s eyes and in her languorous, post cum state; she was both drawn and repelled by the taste of her on his lips and tongue. She wondered if he was going to force her to satisfy him while she was tied, but instead, he rose and put on his robe. “Good night, pet. I will see you in the morning. Try to get some rest.” And then he was gone. It took a few minutes before it dawned on Amanda that her Father had no intention of releasing her, and she would be strapped to his bed all night, the orgasm sapping her strength. She would be spread wide open and yearning for more until her Father came to release her. She heard his footsteps going down the hall and willed herself to still her breathing. It was going to be a long night.

Down the hall in the laundry room, William found his wife bent over in front of the dryer pulling clothes out. Her beautifully round ass was stuck up in the air, still bearing faint marks from earlier punishment. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over the closed lid of the washer. She capitulated immediately, knowing that he had been closeted with their daughter and needed a full-fledged fucking to sate his passion. His hard cock found her cunt and he started pounding her without any pretense at softness, the lust of Amanda still in his head

Theresa loved to be taken this way, in a fit of primal lust and she bent her torso down flat to allow him to penetrate her more deeply. She was horny as well, thinking about the night before with Evan and imagining what was going on behind closed doors with Amanda. She had also been thinking a lot about her own Father lately and his training techniques. He had been a harsh Master to her Mother and herself and her training had been arduous.

William needed to unload his cum in his wife, pulling out of her pussy and he forced her to her knees and rammed his rod as far as he could down her throat. He only thought about his blinding need to force a soft body to receive his seed.

She choked and gagged as she felt William’s load being shot directly into the back of her throat. But years of training had conditioned her take what she was given and she swallowed happily as her Husband and Master smiled down on her, replete.

To be Continued