Go to the Bedroom and take off your Panties

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Chapter I (Spanking & incest)

“Go to your bedroom and take off your panties!”

“But Daddy…”

“Go to your bedroom and take off your panties, Now, Amber.”

18 year old Amber Davis could not believe what was about to happen. Her father was going to spank her. Amber had only been spanked twice in her life. The last time was five years ago when she was twelve. She knew she had broken the rules, but a spanking at her age. It was too humiliating to even imagine.

Jim Davis continued to wait in the living room for two reasons. He needed to cool down a bit, he didn’t want to discipline Amber while he was still so angry and, secondly, he wanted Amber to have a few minutes to contemplate her actions and the consequences of those actions.

Jim had only three rules:

1. No drinking outside the home. He permitted Amber an occasional glass of wine.

2. No drug usage, not even marijuana.

3. And most importantly, do not lie.

Amber had gone for the trifecta last night. When she came in late last night, it was evident that she had been drinking and the smell of marijuana permeated her clothing. Jim had confronted her about it and she had lied to him.

He’s had done nothing other than tell her to go to bed; letting her know that they would deal with it the following evening after supper. Jim needed a little time to decide just what he needed to do. Finally, he decided that if it had only been the drinking or even the marijuana he would have grounded her and taken away privileges but she had lied about it. That he would not tolerate.

Jim stopped in his bedroom to pick his grandmother’s old hairbrush. It was ivory, a family heirloom, then he walked slowly to Amber’s bedroom. This was not something he wanted to do but he knew it needed to be done. As he walked, he thought about his life with Amber. His wife had passed away from ovarian cancer when Amber was only girl. He had dated a few times afterward but not in years. It had for so long been just Amber and Jim.

Amber heard her daddy coming down the hall. She terrified about what was about to happen. She also knew that she deserved it. Her friend Sally had gotten a bottle of vodka and several joints and Amber had shared. She knew the rules but, just this once, she thought it would be fun to try things out. God, how stupid she’d been.

Amber had stripped completely then put on just a light t-shirt; her panties were off, lying on the floor with her shorts and bra. She expected to be writhing and wanted to be in something comfortable.

When Jim walked into the room, Amber was sitting on the bed.

Her first words were, “Daddy I’m so sorry I let you down. I know what I did was wrong; I’ll never do something like that again. But don’t you think I’m a little old to be spanked?”

“Amber, I agree that 18 is too old for a spanking, but you didn’t act like a responsible 18 year old. You acted like a misdirected impulsive child and now you’ll be disciplined like one.”

Jim sat on the side of the bed, saying, “Amber, please come over and stand on my right side. I’m not going to lecture you about what you did. You know the rules and you broke them.”

Reluctantly, Amber got up and stood by Jim’s right leg.

“Lay over my lap Amber,” he instructed.

Nearly paralyzed by both fear and embarrassment, Amber stood frozen. Jim placed one hand on the small of her back and bent her across his lap. Amber slight body was quivering and her pretty eyes were already leaking tears. Jim moved her slightly forward so that her pert bottom was elevated and displayed for punishment.

“Amber, we’re not going to count spanks or anything like that. I intend to spank you ‘til I believe you’ve learned your lesson.”

Jim had already decided to spank Amber until she broke down.

And so it began. Jim’s hand came down hard; three quick whacks. Amber moaned and squirmed, kicking her legs. Jim grasped her firmly around her waist with his left arm and continued. Without pause Amber received about twenty hard hand spanks on each of her sit spots, then another twenty where her thighs met her bottom, and finally ten or so on each of her thighs.

Jim stopped for a break. His hand hurt. Amber was crying uncontrollably. The pain and burning on her bottom and legs was unbelievable. God was she glad that was over. She waited for Daddy to let her up.

It didn’t happen!

Jim settled Amber further onto his lap and picked up the ivory hairbrush.

Thwack, with the first resounding stroke Amber nearly fell off his lap.

She wailed, “Daddy, no more, I’m so sorry, no more, please.”

Jim felt compassion for her but he’d decided that this was going to be a severe spanking.

Thwack, thwack, thwack about ten strokes to her sit spots then ten higher and another ten lower and finally, five on each thigh.

Amber was no longer coherent. No pleas, just moans and tears.

“Amber, we’re about done but I want you to spread your legs. I intend to spank the insides of your thighs.”

Amber couldn’t do it. She was in so much pain that she didn’t really understand what Jim has said. Jim reached down and parted Amber’s legs. With leg one on the bed beside him and the other hanging off the side of the bed; he started to apply the hairbrush.

Jim struck her right thigh. Amber could not believe this pain. It exceeded any other that she’d experienced. Jim followed through with four more whacks. The left inner thigh was next.

Amber had succumbed to the pain. She had completely broken down. Lying limply across her Daddy’s lap all she could do was whimper.

Jim rubbed her back and let her lie there until she’d regained a slight bit of composure. He suggested that she get cleaned up and join him. He was going back to the living room. He felt he needed a glass of wine and maybe to watch a movie to help get settled down after what he just had to do.

It was nearly ten minutes before Amber came into the room. She was shuffling painfully and although she had washed her face, her eyes were red and puffy and still tear stained.

“Daddy, I’m so, so sorry. What I did was so stupid. I know I really disappointed you. Please don’t be angry with me, please.”

“Honey, I’m not mad at you but I did feel disappointed. You’ve always been such a pleasure for me. Your pretty, you’re a good student and you’ve always acted responsibly. I’m sure it will never happen again. Why don’ you pour yourself a glass of wine and come sit and watch this movie with me.”

Amber got a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and sat beside her Daddy. My God, the pain; tears immediately came to her eyes; she couldn’t sit.

“Daddy, I’m too sore to sit. Can I lie down on the couch on my stomach and rest my head in your lap?”

“Sure, Honey, that would be nice.”

Amber had only put on a light weight nightie. No panties, they hurt too much. When she lay down, her gown rode up a bit. Jim looked and couldn’t believe how much he had hurt her. All he could see were her upper thighs. They were flaming red with some purple bruising.

“Amber, honey, I can see you’re legs and they look like they’re on fire. Please let me lift your nightie; I want to see how badly your bottom is bruised.”

Jim couldn’t believe his eyes, couldn’t believe he’d bruised her so. He’d thought her legs looked bad but they didn’t compare with her bottom. More purple than red, she would not be sitting comfortably for several days.

“Daddy, I still feel like I’m on fire back there. Is there anything you can do to help ease the burning?”

“Amber, honey, I’ve got some intensive care lotion. Would you like me to rub it in?”

God, please daddy, “Anything.”

Jim went to his medicine cabinet and retrieved the lotion. When he returned Amber was standing, waiting.

“Daddy, please sit in the middle of the sofa. I want to lie across your lap.”

Jim sat. As Amber lay down, she lifted her gown so Jim could access her burning buns. It was the same position she was in when he’d spanked her, but this felt a completely different. Jim took the bottle and poured some of the lotion on Amber’s bruised back side then began to gently rub it on. Amber moaned softly from both the pain and the relief. Jim lightly massaged her with the lotion from the top of her back side completely down the back of her thighs. Amber was thankful for the relief but she was also getting some very erotic feelings.

“Daddy, where I really hurt is on the insides of my legs. Could you put some of the lotion there, please?”

Amber spread her legs widely apart. The insides were crimson. Jim poured some lotion on his hand and began applying it. He was able to see his beautiful daughter’s pink rosebud and the bottom of her pussy. As he rubbed, he began to stiffen. The feelings were both wonderful and wrong. He was sure that Amber could feel his growing erection. He couldn’t even shift to hide it. Slowly, Amber started to squirm on his lap. It felt like she was trying to ride his hard on. Jim couldn’t believe it. Amber spread her legs even further apart. He could now see her vaginal slit. He wanted to quit but he was mesmerized. He just dumbly continued to rub in the lotion.

“Daddy, please rub a little higher. That feels so nice.”

“Honey, I’m rubbing as high as I think I should go.”

“No, daddy, higher, please, rub me higher.”

As Jim looked down, he saw that Amber was soaking and he realized she was intent on seducing him, as much as he knew he should stop, now, he just couldn’t.

Jim began to lightly caress his daughter’s outer lips then slipped one finger between them. He massaged her swollen clitoris. Almost immediately Amber shuddered and climaxed hard. God, she was a squirter, Jim’s hand was drenched. Jim was beyond caring. He licked his fingers and tasted his sweet daughter. My God, this is the nectar of the Gods. Nothing could compare.

With her own wetness Jim moistened his thumb and began circling her anus while he continued to rub her clit. Amber was moaning loudly now, but not from the pain. As Jim slipped his thumb to the first knuckle in his daughter’s tight rosebud, Amber had a second explosive orgasm. She went limp across his lap for a moment then looked up at him.

God, she was lovely.

“Thank you Daddy, now it’s your turn; please take me to bed.”

“Amber, I can’t do that, you’re my daughter.”

It hurt to say that, he wanted her so much, but it just wasn’t right.

“Daddy, I’m not a virgin. Bobby Watkins and I did it once last year. I hated it, it hurt and it was over in just a few seconds, I know you will be gentle and caring. Besides, I’m on the pill to help regulate my periods. There is nothing to stop us and I want you so much; please.”

How could Jim say no? Taking Amber’s hand, they walked to the bedroom.

“Daddy, I’m too sore to lie on my back and I can’t squat over you. What can we do, I want you in me tonight; right now.”

“Honey, slip off your nightie and get under the covers. Lie on your side and we can spoon. Another night when you’re more comfortable we can explore.”

Jim knew it there was tonight there would be others.

As Amber lay on her side Jim slid into bed. He held her tightly and softly caressed her breasts. As Amber’s breathing became heavier, her Daddy slightly lifted her leg and entered her from behind.

Afraid of hurting her inflamed bottom, he gently pushed into her unbelievable tight vagina. Amber thrust hard backward and buried him to the hilt then gently stroked her. She gasped at the full penetration then mewled like a kitten. This was what she wanted. After so many years of celibacy, Jim knew he wouldn’t last long. He exploded deep within his beautiful daughter, filling her as she climaxed with him.

Amber whispered, “Thank you daddy. Can I sleep with you from now?”

“Of course, Honey, I’d like that.”

Still encased in his fantastic daughter, Jim turned off the light and they both drifted into a dreamy sleep.

Chapter II (Anal, Consensual Sex, Spanking, Virginity,)

Jim Davis awoke just before 7:00 a.m. His 18 year old daughter, Amber, was still sleeping. Jim kissed her gently then awakened her.

“Come on honey, we need to get up. Come down to the kitchen when you’re dressed. I’ll fix breakfast and then I want to talk to you.”

Jim had a light meal ready when Amber came into the kitchen, coffee, orange juice and blueberry muffins.

Jim was concerned about Amber’s girlfriend Sally. Sally had provided the alcohol and marijuana that had gotten Amber in trouble.

“Amber, I’m not certain Sally is the kind of girl you should be associating with. Bringing booze and joints into your life isn’t what I’d call a good friend. I think you should consider distancing yourself from her.”

Amber thought for a moment. Sally was her best friend. What they had done wasn’t at all what Sally was usually like and Amber didn’t want to loose her as a friend.

She replied, “Daddy, Sally isn’t a bad girl. She’s friendly and a lot of fun. I don’t want to lose her as my friend but I will if that’s what you feel is right. I’d like to invite Sally over so you can meet her. If, after talking to Sally you still think we should not be friends, I’ll break it off.”

What could Jim say? Amber’s suggestion had merit. He could get the facts and then decide.

“OK, honey, ask Sally to come over this evening. I’ll withhold judgment ‘til then.”

Jim got home just after 6:00 p.m. When he walked in the house it smelled wonderful. Amber already had supper started. Jim went to the kitchen. Amber was there with another girl.

“Hi Daddy, I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Sally Biggs.” “ Sally, this is my Daddy, Jim Davis.”

Throughout the day, Jim had imagined what Sally would look like. Man, was he surprised. He expected some sluttish looking druggie. Not this beautiful young lady. Sally was tall, nearly as tall as Jim’s 6’2. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that came mid way down her back and she was conservatively dressed in a beige skirt and pale blue top. On her feet were strapped sandals.

“Hello Mr. Davis, I’m pleased to meet you and get a chance to talk.”

“Sally, I’m looking forward to that chat,” said Jim.

“Daddy, supper is almost ready. Do you want to change clothes before we eat?” Jim did want to get into something more comfortable. It was Friday night and he was looking forward relaxing.

When Jim returned to the kitchen, the table was set. He’d changed into a loose fitting pair of shorts and t-shirt.

“That food looks great. Let’s eat.”

After the meal was completed, the girls cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher. Amber asked if anyone wanted coffee. Both Jim and Sally said yes.

They all sat at the table for the talk.

Jim started, “Sally, I’m concerned about your influence on Amber. She’s never come home in the condition she was in the night before last. Honestly, if that’s the type of girl you are I don’t think I want Amber associating with you. I’d like your side of the story, if there is one.”

“Mr. Davis, I understand how you feel and, no, I’m not that kind of person.”

Sally thought for a second. How much did she want to tell about herself?

“Mr. Davis, I guess you really do need to know about me. The other night was the first time I’d ever tried strong liquor and certainly the first time I had ever smoked a joint. You’re right; I did talk Amber into sharing with me. I suppose I was just feeling rebellious. My parents are out of the country on a three month vacation. But then again, they are almost always gone. My father is wealthy and retired. I came late in life to them and I think I was an oops baby. I was virtually raised by my nanny.”

She continued;

“But about me. I have an A-B grade average, I’m active in student government and I’m the starting forward on our school’s girls’ basketball team. I’ve been recruited by both Tennessee and UConn but I’ve decided I’ll stay here and go to State. Like I said, Wednesday night was the first time I’d ever done anything like that. I don’t hang out with the wrong people. Amber is my dearest and maybe only really close friend. I don’t even date much. Between athletics and my studies, I just don’t have the time.”

“Mr. Davis, I’m still a virgin.”

“Sally, I appreciate you telling me about yourself. I think I had the wrong impression about who you are and what you’re all about. I want to apologize for what I thought about you, but you still introduced Amber to some pretty serious things and she paid a severe penalty for that.”

“Daddy, I don’t mean to interrupt but I’ve asked Sally to spend the weekend with us so you can get to know her better. Is that alright with you?”

Jim thought he wouldn’t mind the company of a beautiful young lady. He approved the weekend plan.

“Mr. Davis, Amber and I have talked. I know about the spanking she got. I can’t put into words how remorseful I am about that. I know, without my prodding, Amber would never have gotten into trouble. I feel so responsible for what she got. Mr. Davis, like I said, Amber and I have talked. I want you to do the same thing to me that you did for Amber. Mr. Davis, I’ve never been spanked in my life. Maybe I should have been.

“As much as I agree you deserve to be punished, I won’t be the one doing it. You’re a minor. I don’t want to have to explain to your parents or even the police why I spanked you.”

“Mr. Davis, I’m not a minor. I turned eighteen on Valentine’s Day. I can make my own decisions. I’m not saying I want to be hurt but it’s about the only way I’ll feel better about myself for what I involved Amber in. Please spank me and do everything you did to Amber.”

“Amber, how do you feel about what Sally wants?”

“Daddy, like Sally said, we’ve talked about this and she’s seen my bruised bottom. She really does want to be spanked.”

Jim thought about this; if it would make Sally feel better about herself, why not?

“Ok, Sally, I’ll do it. Are you sure you want everything Amber got?”

“Yes sir, everything.”
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“Sally, please go into Amber’s room and take off your panties.”

“Amber, will you help Sally get ready. I’ll be there in a minute or two.”

Amber and Sally walked into her bedroom.

“Sally, you need to take off everything. I think you’ll be more comfortable, if that’s the right word, in a loose fitting top. You can fold your clothes over that chair.”

“Amber, I’m so nervous. I need to pee. I don’t want to wet myself if I loose control.”

“That’s a good idea because you are going to lose control. I couldn’t even cry when he was done. I was beyond tears. I felt limp as a dishrag and could only moan.”

Jim went to his room. He needed to get his grandmother’s antique ivory hairbrush. While he was there, he thought about what Sally had said. She wanted everything Amber had gotten. Jim wondered if that included what had happened after the spanking.

He and Amber had gone to bed together and had sex. Did Amber tell her about that? Jim got a tube of KY jelly out of his medicine cabinet and put it on his night stand along with a box of Kleenex.

When Jim entered Amber’s room, Sally was sitting on the side of the bed. She was wearing only a loose fitting t-shirt and she’d taken her long blonde hair out of the ponytail. It cascaded down her back nearly to her waist. Jim sat down beside her on the bed and asked if she was ready. Sally just nodded yes.

“Sally, please stand up and come to my right side.”

Sally arose and shuffled to Jim’s side. She stood with her head down, her hair hanging forward over her shoulders.

“Sally, please lie across my lap.”

Sally couldn’t believe she had volunteered for this. She wanted to back out but she knew she deserved what she was going to get. She lay down. Jim pressed her forward so that she was positioned with her bottom raised. He’s spanked Amber in this same position just yesterday but this was different. Sally was much taller and heavier than Amber. Her head nearly reached the floor on his left side and she weighed about 150 to Amber’s 110.

“Sally, do you want Amber to leave the room?”

“No, Mr. Davis, I want Amber here. She got this and I want her to see me get mine.”

With no preliminaries, Jim started. He administered five quick hard spanks on Sally’s sit spots. Sally gasped at the pain and squirmed in Jim’s lap trying to escape. Jim grasped her firmly around the waist with his left arm while his right hand went to work.

After about twenty spanks on her spank spots she was wailing and begging his to stop.

“Please, Mr. Davis, I’m so sorry for what I did, but please stop, please, please, please.”

Jim ignored her pleas. She’d earned this and asked for this and she was going to get it. Jim spanked her higher on her bottom with another ten spanks then low on her cute butt for another ten and finally five on each the back of each leg.

Sally was in agony now, her pretty blonde hair was wet with sweat, her nose was running and her bottom was crimson. Sally thought it was over as Jim paused. Then she remembered the hairbrush.

“Oh, God, please Mr. Davis, stop, please stop. I can’t take anymore. I’m so, so sorry for what I did but I just can’t take anymore.”

“Of course you can,” said Jim.

Yesterday, punishing Amber had been a distasteful duty but today, Jim was enjoying himself. Sally looked so desirable sprawled across his lap. Jim picked up the hairbrush and started to make a little booty music. Again, he started with her sit spot. Thwack, thwack, twenty very quickly on each. Sally stiffened and really began to squirm and wail. Still holding her securely, Jim hit her higher then lower, and finally on the back of each leg, five whacks each. Sally felt like she was on fire. Her bottom was in more pain than she’d ever suffered before. She wanted to plead with him but she couldn’t form the words.

Then, Jim said, “Sally, please spread your legs. We’re almost through, but I’m going to spank the insides of your thighs. Now, spread them.”

Sally spread her legs, resting her left one on the bed and the other hanging over the side. Sally knew Jim was getting a view. It should have been embarrassing but she didn’t care. She would do anything to get this over. Jim struck her on her right leg first quickly and solidly for five strokes.

My God Sally thought it was like she’d been struck by lightning. Then she got another five to her left leg. It was more than Sally could endure. She just collapsed limply across Jim’s lap. Her beautiful blonde hair was matted, some strands in her mouth. Even her breasts were sore from all of her squirming. But Sally wasn’t thinking about any of that. In fact, she wasn’t really thinking at all, she was just a ball of fiery pain.

Jim knew it would take a few minutes for Sally to regain some composure. He raised her t-shirt and rubbed her back to help her relax. After a few minutes, Sally got control of her breathing and Jim helped her stand.

“Amber, would you help Sally to the bathroom. I’m sure she’ll want to clean up and change.”

“Sally, did you bring a gown. You may want to get dressed for bed?”

Sally just nodded yes.

“When you girls are ready, come into the living room and we can share a glass of wine if you like.”

After Jim left, Amber took Sally into the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed out her hair. Amber got a nightie out of Sally’s bag, helped her out of her t-shirt and dressed her for bed.

“Sally, are you sure you want to go through with this. Daddy can rub some lotion on your bottom and legs. It’s soothing and cooling. It’ll make you feel a little better, but you don’t have to go through with rest.”

“Amber, I’ve never been in so much pain. I’ve got through the spanking now I’m looking forward to the rest.”

They walked to the living room together.

Jim looked at the two of them, two gorgeous young women; Amber slight of body while Sally towered over her. Sally was walking uncomfortably with eyes still leaking a few tears.

“Mr. Davis, I want to again apologize for what I did. I understand why you were upset and angry, but Amber is my best, in fact, my only friend and I don’t want to loose her. Please don?’ stay angry at me; please let Amber and me stay friends.”

“Sally, I’m not upset with you. Amber’s a big girl; she can make her own choices. You might have provided the means but she’s the one that chose to break the rules. In fact, I’ve gained a lot of respect for you. You could have avoided coming here tonight or, at least tried to make excuses. Instead, you were woman enough to know what you’d done was wrong and you chose to take your punishment. I’m proud of you and I’m proud that you are my daughter’s friend.”

“Mr. Davis, Amber said you have some lotion that can take the fire out of my booty. Would you let me lie over your lap and have you rub it in?”

“Sure, Sally.”

“Amber, if you’ll pour each of us a glass of wine, I’ll get the lotion.”

Well, it seems that Sally might take this all the way thought Jim. He definitely wanted to fuck Sally but it wouldn’t be the gentle love making he and Amber had shared last night. He wanted to fuck her hard, virgin or not. She was so damned beautiful and desirable.

When Jim returned to the living room, his wine was waiting on the coffee table. Amber and Sally were already sipping theirs. Jim took a sip then sat in the middle of the couch. Sally walked over, raised her nightie and lay across his lap. Sally was small breasted with a flat stomach and powerful looking hips and legs. No doubt from playing athletics. Jim had to take a few minutes to admire her sexy body and his handiwork on her ass. If anything she looked worse than Amber had yesterday. She was flaming red, purple and almost blue from bruising and he’d enjoyed doing it to her.

Jim took the bottle and poured some lotion on his hand. He started on her thighs then rubbed the soothing balm over her bottom. God, she felt wonderful, sleek and lithe with powerful legs and buttocks.

“Sally, spread your legs, please, I want to put some lotion on the insides of your legs.”

Sally spread her legs as wide as she could. When Jim had been spanking her, it was a little embarrassing when she put herself on display. Now he wanted him to see. As Jim looked down, he was amazed. Her pink rosebud was totally on exposed and her pussy was already sopping. Jim had the stiffest hard on he’d had in years. As he massaged Sally’s inner thighs, she was already mewling and squirming on his lap.

He didn’t hesitate. Adding more lotion to his hand, he began to finger her pussy. Oh God, she was a virgin. He penetrated her as far as her hymen with one finger. She was so tight. Pulling his finger out, he strummed on her swollen clitoris. It was huge, nearly as long as his little finger. He wanted to suck it. That would happen later. Jim spread her bottom cheeks and poured a little lotion over her anus. He wanted get that virginity, too. He circled her rosebud then began to gently massage and press against it. One finger slipped in to the first knuckle. Sally exploded in climax. Man, was she anal erotic. She would be a dream come true.

He continued to push into her. Sally pushed back sinking his finger in as deeply as possible and began to hump on his lap. She was mewling and wailing nearly as loudly as she had during her spanking. Jim glanced up only to see Amber staring intently at Sally’s bottom. She had her hand up under her night gown and was fingering herself. Jim watched as her breathing changed and she brought herself off.

“Mr. Davis, thank you. That was the grandest feeling I’ve ever experienced. What a day, the best and worst feelings I’ve ever had”

Jim asked Sally if she were ready for bed.

“Yes, I think I am, Mr. Davis.”

Jim helped her to her feet and, taking her hand, led her toward his bedroom.

“Daddy, I want to come, too. Please let me.”

“Amber, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Why not go to your own room. I’ll help Sally in after she’s feeling better.”

“No, Mr. Davis, I want Amber with me. I’m sore and I’m nervous, I want Amber’s support. Please let her come in.”

“OK, Amber, Sally, let’s go.”

Amber took a seat in Daddy’s big overstuffed chair while he helped Sally to the bed. He asked her to take off her nightie and to get under the covers.

“Amber, would you do me a favor and get a pillow off your bed. I think Sally will appreciate it in a few minutes. Amber retrieved the pillow and put it on Daddy’s bed.

Sally was laying on her stomach hugging one of the king sized pillows.

“Sally, you know what’s going to happen. I want you to tell me that’s what you want.”

“Mr. Davis, I’m nervous and a little scared but I want this to happen. You’re the kind of man I want to give my virginity to. You’re a strong and honorable and abide by a set of ethics and insist your daughter do the same. Yes, I want this, please take me.”

Jim slipped in bed beside Sally. He wanted to take things slowly and give her a lot of pleasure because he knew he was going to give her some pain. He helped her roll onto her side facing him. God, she was beautiful. He pulled him to her and kissed her lips then nuzzled down her neck to her small pert breasts.

Gently he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled. Sally began breathing heavily; it was obvious that she was getting fully aroused. Jim began putting more pressure on the nipple, sucking harder then let his teeth scrape the tender bud. After having given the other nipple the same attention, he kissed and nibbled his way down her flat tummy. Now, he wanted to taste her pussy.

“Sally, let me get the pillow Amber brought, I want you to roll on your back and it will feel more comfortable under your bruised bottom.”

Jim placed the pillow under her and rolled her onto it. After getting her positioned, he spread her legs and kissed her vaginal lips. As he spread her lips the aroma was intoxicating. Jim had never been with a virgin. The lips of her pussy were still pink like a young girl. He parted her lips with his tongue and licked her from her anus to her clit. He did this several times, luxuriating in her mellow taste. Sally was moaning and writhing under his oral attention. It was time to get her off. Jim found her large clitoris and began sucking it like it was a huge nipple. Sally began wailing, God she was a screamer. It almost felt like contractions starting. Sally’s stomach muscles were rippling and she wrapped her long legs around Jim’s head and thrust her pussy hard against his mouth. Pulse after pulse of pleasure ripped through her. She could hardly breathe.

“Oh, oh, oh Mr. Davis, please stop, I feel like I’m going to die of pleasure.”

He looked up into her pretty eyes, this is just the start. They still had long way to go.

“Sally, are you ready to lose your virginity?”

“Yes, Mr. Davis, I am.”

Jim was not porn star endowed but was a larger than average. His penis was 81/2 inched with a girth of 31/2 inches. He knew he would hurt her. He looked across the room to his daughter.

“Amber, would you bring me the KY jelly from the night stand.”

Amber stood, her eyes were glazed and she was breathing erratically. She walked to the night stand and handed the lubricant to her Daddy.

“Thanks, honey, I think Sally may need this.”

Jim squirted a little of the jelly in his hand and stroked it onto his cock. Suddenly, he had a thought.

“Sally, do I need to use a condom?”

“No, Mr. Davis, my parents put me on birth control when I turned sixteen. They were afraid I might get promiscuous.”

Jim leaned forward and kissed Sally gently on the lips.

“Ok, Sally.”

Jim lifted Sally’s legs high into the air. He wanted to be able to penetrate her deeply. Directing his rigid shaft to Sally’s virginal vagina, he pressed forward. God was she tight. Even with the lubrication penetration was going to be difficult. Still, he pushed further into her and felt her hymen.

“Oh, Mr. Davis, that hurts. Can we rest a minute; maybe I can get use to it.”

“Sally, the first time is always painful. I want you to try to relax. With your muscles tensed it will be worse. Just take several deep breaths and relax.”

After a moment, Jim grabbed her hips and pulled toward himself as he thrust forward. He could feel her hymen break, the thin membrane being torn by his assault; he slid completely into her no longer virginal love tunnel. Sally moaned in pain.

As Jim began to slowly stroke in and out Sally’s moaning intensified but it was no longer entirely from pain. Several deep strokes later, Sally began to wail. God, she was a screamer. Her body shook as orgasm after orgasm rocked her. Jim started pounding hard into her. He wanted her to feel it. He wanted her to be sore tomorrow. Pounding harder and harder, he felt his own cum rise as he exploded into Sally filling her with pulse after scalding pulse of his semen. He continued stroking until he felt his erection subsiding.

Jim leaned forward and gently took Sally’s breasts into his hands. He lightly kneaded them then kissed each nipple

“Oh Mr. Davis, after the pain I had at first that was fantastic.”

Jim took her into his arms and hugged her. He wanted her to feel loved because he knew it would take that to finish his plans for the evening.

“Daddy, here’s a wash cloth. Can I clean you and Sally up?”

“Sure, honey, please do.”

Amber gently washed the blood and cum dripping from Sally’s vagina. Then she wiped her Daddy’s cock.

“Girls, what say to another glass of wine, I’d like to rest and relax for a while.”

After assents from both girls Jim got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Amber followed.

“I thought you would need some help carrying three glasses.”

“Thanks honey, that’s thoughtful.”

“Daddy, I want you to do the things to me that you did for Sally.”

“Amber, we will but tonight I have more plans for Sally.”

The three sat sipping their wine. Sally was uncomfortable sitting and was using the pillow as a seat cushion.

“Amber, how did it feel just watching,” asked Sally.

“Sally, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I loved watching and listening. Did you realize you scream when you climax?”

Sally blushed at Amber’s comment.

“Mr. Davis, can I watch you when you make love to Amber, I want to see.”

“Sure, if it’s ok with Amber but that’s for another evening. We aren’t finished yet, by the way, please call me Jim. I think we know each other well enough to drop the formality.”

“Jim it is if that’s what you want but if it’s ok with you, I’d rather call you Daddy like Amber does.”

“Sally, of course, call me Daddy if you like.”

Their wine finished, Amber returned to her chair and Jim and Sally slipped back under the covers.

Again, Jim began gently caressing Sally. He wanted her to regain her romantic mood before he moved on. As Sally’s breathing became a deeper and ragged, Jim again asked Amber to bring the lubricant to the bed. He could have reached it but he thought Amber might enjoy the view. Jim had Sally poised on her pillow with her long legs draped over his shoulders. Her pussy was gaping open and her rosebud of an anus was completely exposed. That was Jim’s target. Amber stood mesmerized by the sight.

Jim circled Sally’s clit then took it between finger and thumb and stroked it like a small penis. Sally’s reaction was immediate. She underwent a series of small rippling orgasms. Jim then took a dollop of KY jelly and began to massage Sally’s asshole. She squirmed with delight. Jim added more lubricant and penetrated her with one finger. He slowly stroked it in and out, beginning to open her up. Adding ever more lubricant, Jim inserted a second finger. Sally took that with no complaint. She was pushing back to get him deeper.

It was time. Taking a goodly amount of the jelly, Jim pressed it deeply into Sally. He took another glob and stroked it onto his cock. Jim knew he’d hurt her a little. He didn’t want to split her and an 81/2 inch cock was going to get her attention. Jim had almost forgotten Amber.

She still stood next to the bed watching. She knew her Daddy was about to take Sally’s anal virginity. She wanted to see him penetrate Sally’s tight rosebud.

Jim positioned his cock at her most private opening and pushed forward. Just the head of his cock had entered Sally when she screamed out in pain. Tears came to her eyes. Nothing had ever been back there and it hurt like hell. Jim had made up his mind to have her. Ignoring her tears, he thrust hard into her. Sally was still screaming in pain and the tears were flowing down both cheeks. Jim pumped her hard. Stroke after punishing stroke he reamed Sally. He pushed her legs further up on her chest so he could get maximum depth. Sally screaming had stopped. She was now moaning loudly from both the pain and the pleasure she was beginning to feel. Sally started pushing back against Jim’s onslaught. The pleasure was overcoming the pain. She reached down and began to pull at her clit. That put her over the edge. She exploded into a mind boggling climax. Her contractions squeezed Jim’s cock so hard he thought she was going to squeeze it off. Pumping several more times, Jim blasted his cum into Sally’s bowels. Both of them were exhausted from the violent sex. As he slipped from her body, Jim collapsed into Sally’s arms.

“God, that was fantastic. Thank you Daddy.”

Again, Amber brought a wash cloth and cleaned both of them up. It seemed the least she could do in repayment for the wonderful show.

Sally looked at Amber asking, “Amber, are you an anal virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Daddy, I want to watch when you take Amber’s anal virginity. May I?”

“Yes, Sally, you can watch. With what Amber was able to see tonight, I think you’ve earned the right but that’s for tomorrow night.”

“Amber, this bed is a big California King, would you like to join us?”

“Yes, Daddy, I would.”

With Sally on one side and Amber on the other, Jim thought he’d died and gone to heaven as he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter III (Anal, Black, Consensual Sex, Enema, Female/Female, Incest, Spanking)

When Jim awoke Sunday morning, Amber and Sally were still sleeping. One on his right the other on his left. Both were on their stomachs; no doubt because he had blistered their bottoms over the last two nights.

Jim quietly crawled out from under the covers. Let the girls sleep. He went to the kitchen, put coffee on and, after picking it up from the front porch, sat down to read the newspaper. He’d just finished the sports section when Amber came into the room.

“Good morning honey, would you like some coffee?”

“Daddy, there is a problem with Sally, after you got up, so did we. We went back to my room to get dressed. Sally didn’t look too good. She was walking kind of hunched over. I thought it was because she was sore down below from last night. She went into the bathroom and was in there for almost half an hour and I got concerned. When I opened the door she was sitting on the potty hunched over and seemed to be in a lot of pain. I helped her up and put her in my bed. When I asked if she was in pain from last night she said yes, but that wasn’t the problem. She said she couldn’t move her bowels, in fact hadn’t for three days and she was cramping badly. Daddy, I looked under her night gown; her vagina and anus are still red and swollen but then I felt her tummy. It’s sore and she feels feverish. Can you help?”

“Amber, let’s go check on her.”

Jim and Amber went to Amber’s room. Sally was curled up in a fetal position holding her stomach and quietly moaning in pain.

“Sally, tell me what’s wrong?” Jim asked.

“Oh Daddy, my tummy is cramping badly. I tried to go to the bathroom and couldn’t. I haven’t been able to go for three days.”

Jim caressed her face. She did seem to have a fever.

“Daddy, I feel cramped and feverish like when I have my period but the cramping is far worse. Please help me.”

“Sally is your period due?”

“No daddy, I finished two weeks ago.”

“Sally, I think I know what the problem is. It may be that you’re severely constipated. But I want to get your temperature to be sure that we’re dealing with a major infection. If that’s not the problem then we’ll give you a series of enemas to clean you out. I think you’ll be feeling much better in a couple of hours. Let me get my equipment.”

Jim went to the bathroom in his bedroom and gathered up a two quart enema bag, enema soap, his rectal thermometer and a jar of Vaseline and put them on his night stand then returned to Amber’s room.

“Amber, out in the garage is the IV stand I got when your mom was ill. Would you get it, please? Bring it to my room; I’ll help Sally to climb into my bed.”

“Sally, I want to get your temperature, I don’t think an infection or a ruptured appendix is the problem but we need to rule those things out. Lift your gown and roll onto your tummy.”

After Sally complied, Jim took a small dab of Vaseline on his finger and parted her cheeks. Her anus really did look like a rosebud, pink and swollen. It was still partly distended from last night. Jim rubbed the lubricant in and around her hole, dipped the thermometer into the Vaseline and slowly inserted it in her bottom. He stroked her still inflamed cheeks and slowly rotated the thermometer.

“Sally, this will be done in three minutes.”

Jim removed the thermometer. Sally’s temperature was slightly below 100 degrees. Jim didn’t think there was an infection, just feverishness from her constipation.
Amber wheeled the IV stand into the room.

“Amber, can you help. I’m going to give Sally two enemas. Would you get several towels and lay them out on the bed while I prepare the enema solution.”

Jim filled the two quart bag and mixed in the Castille soap. When he got back to the bedroom, Amber had already gotten the towels spread on the bed. Jim hung the bag on the IV stand.

“Sally, I want you to roll over on the towels. Please either take your nightie off or pull up beyond your hips. I want you on your left side with your right leg pulled up toward your breasts. Sally, have you ever had an enema?”

I’m not sure; maybe Nanny gave me one when I was little.”

“Ok, here’s what you can expect. I’m going to insert this nozzle in your bottom then I’ll release the clamp and soapy water will flow into you. At first you will feel pleasant warmth. As more water fills you, you will feel fullness and some cramping. If you cramp too badly, let me know and I’ll cut of the flow ‘til you’re ready again. I want you to take the full two quarts. Ok?”

“Yes Daddy.”
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“Amber, if Sally starts to cramp I want you to help her. Massage her tummy to help the water fill her bowel.

Jim helped Sally get into position. He lifted her right cheek and rubbed Vaseline around and into her anus and greased the enema nozzle.

“Sally, I’m going to start your enema now.”

Jim inserted the nozzle and began the flow. As the water filled her, Sally did feel a warm comfort.

“This isn’t going to be bad at all, she thought. Then the first cramp hit.

“I’m slowing down the flow, Amber, will you rub Sally?’ tummy please?”

“That feels better, thanks Amber.” Sally whispered.

Jim resumed the flow.

“Amber, rub Sally’s tummy continually I want to get this second quart into her.”

As Amber massaged Sally’s tummy, Sally asked her to rub lower. That’s where the bloating was. It felt like all the water was settling there.

“Lower yet please Sally pleaded.”

Amber was rubbing so low on Sally’s stomach that she was brushing against her blonde pubic hair, still, Sally asked her to rub lower. Amber thought I believe she wants me to rub her pussy. Should I? Why not, if it makes her feel better?

Amber slid her hand under Sally’s pulled up leg and cupped her vaginal lips. With two fingers she parted the lips and began to play with Sally’s huge clitoris.

“Oh thank you Amber. I don’t know if it helps with the cramping but it sure takes my mind off the pain, please don’t stop, Sally whispered.

Just a few moments later, Sally began to quietly moan.

Jim asked, “Is the cramping too bad? We can rest if you like but there’s just a little more to go?”

“No Daddy, I’m ok. Amber is helping.”

“Ok, we’re done. Lie here for just a minute then Amber can help you to the bathroom. I’ll need to give you a second enema of just clear water to rinse out the soap we used in this one.”

After Jim left, Amber helped Sally to the bathroom and took off her nightie.

“Sally, I’m going to wait outside while you evacuate. Call me when you’ve finished and I’ll help you back to bed.”

After the splashing and gas noises had stopped Sally called to Amber for help.

“Ok Daddy, we’re ready.”

Jim came back into the bedroom then walked to the bathroom and rinsed and refilled the enema bag.

“Sally, for this one I want you on your knees with your chest resting on the bed. This one won’t be nearly as painful. It’s only clear water. Ok, assume the position.”

With Sally in the proper position, Jim spread her legs slightly and greased her rosebud. Inserting the nozzle, he started the flow. There was no cramping with this enema but Sally did feel like she was nine months pregnant with her distended tummy.

“Amber, please help Sally.”

“Sally, when you finish you might like a warm bath and a nap. When you’re feeling better come down to the kitchen and I’ll fix you some hot tea and toast to help settle your stomach.”

Her friend was still sitting on the toilet when Amber went back into the bath. Her long hair was damp and stringy and her long legs were splayed.

“Amber, I feel exhausted.”

“Let me help you to my room Sally. I’ll run you a bath the I want to change the linens on this bed while you nap.”

Amber helped Sally with her bath. It was nice and hot with just a little scented salts.
When Sally was finished Amber helped her dry off with a big fluffy towel and walked her to the bed.

“Sally, would you like a massage, I have some really nice body lotion.”

“Amber, you’re a life saver. I’d love that.”

“Ok, lie down on your tummy and I’ll get the lotion.”

As Amber walked back to the bed she gazed at Sally’s long lithe body. Sally was 5’11” tall, one of the starting forwards on the girls’ high school basketball team. She had a tight and muscled buttocks and powerful legs. She was beautiful. Amber started the massage at Sally’s shoulders and worked downward. She skipped over her bottom and did her legs, only then continuing to her fantastic ass. Her bottom was still bruised and red from yesterday’s spanking and Amber was gentle. Then she spread Sally’s legs so she could reach her inner thighs. As she moved up Sally’s thighs, she brushed against her lower lips. Sally pushed back against Amber’s hand.

“Amber, would you please?” begged Sally.

Yes, I want it, too; let me finish your massage. Roll over.”

As Sally lay on her back, Amber saw that she had small firm breasts with rather large nipples. Her blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed but not shaved. Amber had never really thought about sex with another girl but, God she was attracted to Sally. As Amber rubbed the lotion over Sally’s breasts she couldn’t resist. She bent down and took a nipple into her mouth and sucked, then the other. Sally’s breathing started to become ragged so Amber stopped. She didn’t want Sally too excited yet, she had other plans. Amber completed the massage, rubbing lotion into Sally’s stomach, legs and feet. With just a small amount of lotion still on her hand, she reached between Sally’s legs and cupped her sex.

“Is this what you wanted Sally?”

Responding to Sally’s blushing nod, Amber answered;

“Good, because I want it, too.”

Positioning herself between Sally’s parted legs; Amber began to masturbate her engorged clitoris. It was big as her little finger, nothing at all like her own sensitive button. Amber pulled her hand away and put her fingers to her mouth. The scent and taste were like ambrosia. She wanted more. Amber was not going to finger Sally. She would still be too sore after having just lost her virginity last night, but she was going to taste her. Dropping her head to Sally’s crotch, Amber tongued her sex from anus to clit. She tickled her rosebud with the tip of her tongue then lapped between her inner lips; finally, she took her clit between her lips and sucked. Sally almost immediately began bucking as intense orgasms washed over her. She held a pillow over her mouth. Sally was a screamer and didn’t want Daddy to hear. Amber got up and sat on the side of the bed. She bent down and gently kissed Sally.

“God Amber, that was wonderful. I want to do it to you. Can I?”

“You sure can, but not now. I wanted to help you relax. Now take a nap. I want you awake, rested and feeling well for tonight. Remember, Daddy is going to take my anal virginity and I want you to watch. Sweet Dreams.”

As Sally dozed Amber straightened out Daddy’s bedroom and changed the sheets then walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

“Amber, please sit over here with me, I want to ask you a few questions. Honey, do you know where Sally got he vodka and marijuana you two had Thursday night?”

“Daddy, she took the vodka from home and she bought the joints from her teammate, Chantell Brown.”

“Amber, tell me about this Chantell Brown, what do you know about her?”

“Daddy, I don’t really know Chantell, only just to see her in school. You need to talk to Sally when she gets up.”

It was nearly two hours before Sally came into the kitchen. She’d showered and pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. God, Jim thought, she’s looks great.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?”

Sally blushed a little at the compliment.

“Daddy, I feel much better; just hungry. I think I want more than tea and toast.”

“I can do that. How do ham sandwiches and potato salad sound, it’s lunch time.”

“Sure, that sounds like it would hit the spot.”

“What would you like to drink; we’ve got Coke or iced tea?”

“Make mine a Coke, please.”

“Amber, would you pour a Coke for Sally and tea for me. Get yourself whatever you like and join us.”

After finishing lunch, Jim asked Amber and Sally to remain at the table. He wanted to hear more about Chantell Brown.”

“Sally, tell me what you know about Chantell; Amber told me that you got the marijuana from her.”

“Well Daddy, Chantell is the starting point guard on the team; she’s really good. She’ll get a full ride athletic scholarship if she can get her grades up just a little. Chantell is Black and seems to know where to get a joint. I don’t think she smokes, at least not a lot, but if someone asks, she always comes through. I think Chantell is a good girl; I like her as a teammate and as a person. I think she only sells marijuana for a little pocket money. She doesn’t sell any quantity, just a joint or two now and again.”

“Well Sally, what do you think? She sold you the joints; I think she deserves the same thing you girls got. Can you invite her over for supper tonight; I’d like to talk to her. If she hesitates, tell her that I’m thinking about going to the police but that I want to talk to her first.”

“Ok, Daddy, I’ll make the call. I’ll have to kick her up, though, she doesn’t have a car.”

Sally phoned Chantell.

“Is 5:30 ok? That’s when I told her I’d be there?”

“5:30's fine. That gives us plenty of time to do what we had planned for today. When do you girls want to get started?”

“Daddy, I want to take a shower and freshen up first. Let’s meet in your room in thirty minutes.” Amber replied.

“Ok Amber that will give me a few minutes to prepare.”

“Sally, do you want to come with me or go with Amber?”

“Daddy, I think I’ll help Amber, she may need a little support.”

Amber was still in the shower when Sally entered the room. She was using a body wash that smelled of apricots. Sally took off her clothes and put on a robe; she knew she’d become aroused while she watched; she wanted easy access to herself.

“Sally, I’m so nervous I can’t even think what I want to wear.”

“Do you have a pair of baby doll pajamas? I think that would be perfect. Let him undress you; no panties, just your baby dolls.”

“Sally, I like your idea; let’s do that, but I think I’ll take a light robe like you’re wearing for after.”

“Sally, please tell me what it felt like. I watched you but I couldn’t feel; you sounded like you were in pain.”

“Amber, I won’t lie to you, when he pushed into me I thought I was going to split; but then it started to feel good. By the time we’d finished I felt an incredible fullness but I enjoyed it; you’ll be ok.”

After dressing in her pink baby doll pajamas Amber was so nervous she thought she was going to pee her panties. She didn’t really have to go, it was just nerves. Sally took her hand and walked with her to Daddy’s room.

Jim was already there. He’d dimmed the lights and put the tube of lubricant on his night stand. As the girls entered the room he was surprised to see Amber in her baby dolls he’d thought she would be naked; she looked almost like a, well like a little girl.

He was immediately aroused; stiffening in his boxer shorts. Sally led Amber to the bed; she gave her hand a squeeze, took Amber’s robe and went to sit in Daddy’s large chair. Jim hugged Amber and gave her a deep kiss. He’d decided he wanted to make long and sensuous love to his daughter. Breaking their embrace, Jim lowered Amber to the bed them climbed in beside her where he again embraced his sweet child and kissed her. She felt tense; Jim needed to help her to relax.

He began caressing Amber’s small breasts through her pajama top while he continued to hold and kiss her. He raised her top and massaged each breast then gently squeezed and rolled her nipples with his fingers. Slowly he raised her top and lifted it over her head. As he sucked her nipples he felt her relax; her breathing steadied. Continuing the attention to her breasts, he reached down, palmed her bottom and pulled her toward him. She pressed her pelvis against his; she was almost ready. Cupping her vaginal lips through her baby doll bottoms he could feel her wetness. Jim slipped out of his boxers and directed Amber’s hand to his stiff rod. He wanted her to feel him while he took off her PJ bottoms. As her bottoms came off he saw that she was completely shaved. Just two days earlier she’s had hair. Jim thought she’s done this just for me. He loved her even more.

Slipping his hand between Amber’s legs he spread her lips and began pumping one finger into her. As she got wetter he pushed in a second finger and probed deeply. He massaged her “G” spot while he used his thumb to stimulate her clitoris. Amber began to moan as her body quivered. She clamped her legs together holding Jim’s hand in place. Her body trembled while she squirted forth, pulse after pulse of thunderous orgasm; yes, Amber really did squirt, the bed was soaked but no one really cared.

As Amber came on his hand, Jim spread her legs widely; he wanted to taste her. Jim placed Amber’s legs over his shoulders and began lapping her swampy sex; her climax had soaked her. Using his tongue, Jim cleaned her. He elevated her legs providing better access to her back door. He paid special attention here; he was going to invade her later. He wanted to educate her that this was an erogenous zone where she could take pleasure. Jim circled her rosebud with his tongue then pressed the tip into her. Amber enjoyed the feeling; not as much as attention to her clit, but this did feel nice. Jim slipped a finger deeply into her anus as he licked back up Amber’s slit ‘til he found her clit. He alternated between circling it with his tongue and sucking on it with his lips. He could feel her climax building. She exploded again, soaking Jim’s face, as orgasm after orgasm rippled her tummy muscles. Jim continued to suck on her little love button until her excitement subsided. Jim thought it’s nearly time; I need to help her get ready.

Jim slid to Amber’s side and rolled her onto her tummy.

“What are you doing Daddy? That felt so good, why did you put me on my tummy?”

“Amber, honey, I want you in a different position tonight. Please get up on your knees and place your chest on the bed like Sally did last night for her second enema.”

“Daddy, you’re not going to give me enemas are you? I don’t need them.”

“No honey, but it will give me better access to you; I think you’ll enjoy it.”

As Amber got into position Jim spread her legs a little further and mounted her from behind. Jim slowly pressed forward into her pussy. Amber had only been fucked twice and she was incredibly tight. Jim wanted her to have one more orgasm but he didn’t want to have one himself; he was saving his load for her sweet, tight ass. While he stroked into her he began to massage her clitoris; with her slender body it was an easy reach. Rubbing harder and faster he quickly brought her off. Amber collapsed onto her tummy as she finished. Jim gripped her hips and lifted;

“Come on honey, get back in position, it’s time now.”

“Daddy, I’m so scared. You’re so big I’m afraid you’ll hurt me. I’m not sure I want to do this.”

“Baby I’ll be as gentle as I can, but you owe it to Sally. You got to watch her last night and now it’s her turn. Lift your hips back up and I’ll get you ready.”

Reluctantly, Amber elevated her bottom, positioning herself.

“Sally would you please bring me the lubricant that’s there on the night stand.”

She brought the tube to Jim and handed it to him. She continued to stand by the bed staring at Amber’s most private places. Jim squeezed a little jelly onto his fingers and rubbed Amber’s rosebud. He gently pressed one finger in and pumped her slowly. Jim could feel her tension; she was gripping his finger tightly. He removed his finger and added more lube. He squeezed a dollop directly on her anus and worked it in. As he continued to gently stimulate her he pressed in a second finger. He felt her tightening again. He spread his fingers to open her up then squeezed more jelly directly into her open anus. He pumped both fingers deeply into her, as far as he could go. After a few strokes, he felt that she was ready. Jim pulled his fingers out and squeezed some KY onto his cock. He stroked himself several times to spread the lube and placed his tip against her tight pucker

“Sally would you put a pillow under Amber’s face, I want her as comfortable as possible.”

Jim really wanted her to have the pillow to cry on. He expected some tears in just a few moments. Sally placed the pillow under Amber’s head then returned to the bedside. She wanted to see and hear all of this.

Jim pressed forward. With just half of his head in, Amber moaned in pain.

“Daddy, please stop, it hurts so badly.”

“No honey, we’re going to do this.”

At that Jim pressed himself forward. As his head popped in Amber again pleaded with him to stop. He didn’t like hurting his little girl but he was going see this through. He pushed forward hard; half of his 81/2 inch cock was now buried in his daughter’s tight ass.

As he entered her Amber began to cry and wail, “Please, please stop Daddy; I’m your good girl, why are you doing this to me, why won’t you stop. Oh, oh, pleas take it out of her, you’re splitting me in half.”

Jim’s resolve almost slipped but he was going to finish what he’d started. He reached forward and grasped Amber’s hips pulling her back onto his shaft while he thrust forward impaling her completely on his rigid hardness. God she was tight. Jim began to slowly pump her. Amber wasn’t pleading anymore. His deep thrust into the very depth of her bowels had quieted her screams. Now, with her face buried in the pillow she could only moan and sob, crying her eyes out.

Jim thought as he pumped her that she would eventually begin to get pleasure but that wasn’t happening. She just continued to sob. Jim picked up his pace, he needed to finish. He stroked her hard and deep. It didn’t take long before he exploded, filing her bowels with his hot cum. He softened and slipped out.

He’d forgotten all about her, Sally was still standing beside the bed with a glazed look in her eyes. He got up and walked to the head of the bed. Amber had collapsed when he had pulled out and lay sobbing into her pillow. He brushed the hair from her face and leaned to kiss her cheek.

“Daddy, please leave me alone for a little while, you hurt me badly and my tummy feels queasy. I’ll be ok in a little while.”

Jim went to the bathroom, cleaned himself then left the room.

Sally went to the bathroom and got a warm, damp cloth.

“Amber, let me help.”

Sally wiped Amber’s face then cleaned up her bottom where lube and cum were oozing out.

“Come on Amber, let me help you up. Let’s go to your room.”

It was evident Amber was in distress; she could hardly walk without Sally’s support. Sally lowered Amber to her bed then went to draw her bath. As Amber had done for her, she added a handful of scented bath salts. After assisting Amber to get in the tub, Sally washed her; she then dried her with a large fluffy towel.

“Amber, I’d like to give you a massage like you gave me, just like you gave me, can I?

“Sally, I think I’d really like that, I think it would make me feel better; I really hurt right now,” Amber moaned.”

“Great girlfriend, where’s that lotion.”

Sally got the lotion and returned to the bed. Amber was already lying on her tummy. Sally stared in amazement; her friend was so small and so pretty. Only 5’2”tall and 110 pounds Amber was petite.

Sally remembered when she was envious of these small cute girls, before she’d discovered basketball. Her 5’11” frame along with a good jump shot were going to pay for her college education. Enough of that, she had to help her friend.

Sally jumped on the bed and poured lotion on Amber’s back.

“Damn, that’s cold. Couldn’t you have warmed with your hands,” Amber complained.

“Oh hush, you’re going to enjoy this.”

As Sally began to rub the lotion in Amber asked, “Why did Daddy hurt me so much?”

“Amber, I don’t think he meant to do you harm. I think that since he’d done the same to me last night that, first since you got to watch me take it that I deserved to see you lose your anal virginity and that second, like that you, like me, would begin to enjoy it.”

“So tell me how you could enjoy something like this. To me it hurt even more than the spanking he gave me and I couldn’t believe that was possible.”

“Girlfriend, let me tell you, I’m anal erotic; I’ve known that for years. Hell, I damn near climax just from wiping myself.”

“Amber, that was a joke, quit scowling. Then, maybe it’s because I’m so much bigger than you. I’m bigger that you everywhere else maybe I’m bigger than you down there, too.”

“I guess that makes sense; now get to work and do my butt and legs.”

Sally applied the lotion to Amber’s legs then moved to her bottom. There was still some redness and bruising from her spanking but it didn’t seem that it was still painful. She spread her cheeks; her anus was red, swollen and still distended. She was so open Sally could almost look into her body. Sally even rubbed a dab of lotion back there.

“Why don’t you roll over so I can get your front?”

On her back Amber looked like a young girl. With her A cup breasts, small frame and shaven pubis one would have never guessed that she was nearly eighteen.

“Amber, I’m going to be a little quick here, I see what I want and I’m getting wet just looking, do you mind?”

“No, honestly that’s what I want, too. Do my breasts and skip the rest; what I really want is one more orgasm.”

After massaging lotion onto each of Amber’s breasts and giving each a perfunctory suck, Sally opened Amber’s thighs and dove in. She licked along Amber’s inner lips then stuck her tongue deeply into her vagina. She searched for Amber’s clit but it wasn’t there. She was looking for a finger length organ like her own but she only found a button like bump. Taking it between her lips she sucked. Amber lit up like a Christmas tree; not like hers but the effect was the same. Amber climaxed hard. Now Sally knew what a squirter was; the bed and her face were soaked.

“God that was great, thanks Sally.”

“In spite of the fact that you nearly drowned me it was my pleasure; by the way, you taste fantastic. But we better get dressed; it’s 4:30 and we need to pick Chantell up in an hour. I want you to go with me. I’m really looking forward to this. Do you think Daddy can get her to drop her panties for a spanking?”

“Sally, I don’t know Chantell but I can tell you Daddy can be awfully persuasive; I want to see it, too.”

After Amber and Sally left Jim was in a bit of a tizzy. He needed to get supper prepared but he needed a few minutes to plan the evening; first things first; supper. Jim decided to go simple. He microwaved some spaghetti sauce that he’d frozen and filled his pasta cooker with water. After setting some frozen garlic bread out he fixed a green tossed salad dressed with Dijon vinaigrette.

Although he’d opened a bottle of Chianti to go with the meal he poured himself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down to think. From what the girls had said Chantell seemed like she was going to he a hard case. He really didn’t want to involve the police in her marijuana sales but he did want her to receive the same punishment he’d inflicted on the other girls. He decided to play it by ear.

A few minutes later he heard a car in the driveway; the girls were back.

When Amber and Sally arrived at Chantell’s house they’d suggested that she pack a few things; they wanted her to stay the night with them

“Let your Nana know you may not come home tonight. Tell her you’ll call her later when you’re sure,” Sally said

Chantell resisted the suggestion but Sally insisted. She didn’t want Chantell coming home if she agreed to be spanked; she’d be too sore. Finally agreeing, Chantell packed a few personal things along with a nightie and a change of panties. Both girls thought she probably won’t need those panties but said nothing about that to Chantell.

Arriving back at the Davis residence Amber and Sally said, “Hi Daddy.”

“This is Chantell,” Amber said.

“Chantell, this is my Daddy, Jim Davis.”

Chantell said not a word; she just stood unsmilingly between the two girls holding her small bag.

“Nice to meet you Chantell, why don’t you young ladies go to Amber’s room and get washed up for supper.”

As the girls left, Jim laid out supper with wine for everyone.

In the bedroom Chantell asked, “What’s the deal here?”

Amber answered, “We’ll eat then we’ll talk, simple as that.”

After they had finished their meal Amber and Sally cleared the table. Jim had asked Chantell to stay with him.

“Chantell I’ll tell you what I know about you then I want you to tell me the rest, you’re Black, you’re very pretty with your long raven hair and hazel eyes, you play basketball and you sell marijuana. Do you want Amber and Sally here while we have our conversation?”

“No, I don’t think so. I’ll talk to you about some things but they don’t need to know all about my business.”

“Fine Chantell.”

“Sally and Amber, when you’ve finished why not watch some TV or something so Chantell and I can have a private talk.”

“Ok Chantell I’ve told you what I know; how about you telling me about yourself.”

“Mr. Davis what difference does it make, you’re just going to report me to the cops.”

“No Chantell that’s not what I really want to do; that why I wanted this talk.”

“Ok what do you want to know?”

“Chantell, just tell me about you.”

“Well for starters my name is Chantell but all my friends call me Twitchy cause I can get my jump shot with just a twitch. You want to call me Twitchy Mr. Davis?”

“ I’m not sure we’ll be friends, let’s see how the evening gFor now I’ll stick with Chantell; now tell me about yourself.”

“Ok I?’ eighteen years old and a senior in high school. I’m 5’8” tall, weigh 138 pounds and wear a C cup. Anything else you need?”

“Yes there?’ a lot more that I need. You gave me your vital statistics but told me nothing about you as a person. Talk to me; change my mind about the police.”

“Mr. Davis I don’t want the police involved, I might get a college scholarship for my basketball but a police record would totally screw that up. I want to be honest with you but only if you agree that what’s said here stays here. If you agree, I’ll talk to you. What do you say?”

“Yes Chantell I’ll agree to that; now tell me why you’re a girl worth saving.”

“Mr. Davis we live in a nice house just a few blocks from here, my Nana and me, but it wasn’t always like that. My Nana is my great-grandmother and she’s 78 years old. We use to live on the other side of town in a rough neighborhood. When I was twelve my father was killed in a drive-by shooting, then just a few months later my mother disappeared. She was addicted to drugs and we never knew if she just ran off or worse.
When my father died, we didn’t know what we were going to do. He had a pretty good job and provided all the money. It turned out that he’d taken out a $100,000 life insurance policy that paid double since his death was ruled to be accidental. Fortunately, he’d made Nana the beneficiary. After my mother disappeared Nana bought our house. She paid $150,000 cash and put the rest, she says for a rainy day.”

“Chantell tell me about your parents.”

“What’s to tell, I was never close to my mother, I blamed her for some of the things that happened to me. She could have stopped it but that would have been the end of her gravy train. I loved my Daddy but he hurt me.”

“Chantell you said your mother could have stopped things but didn’t then you said your Daddy hurt you. Did he molest you?”

“Remember your promise? Not a word to anyone.”

“Chantell you can trust me to keep my word, go on.”

“Mr. Davis, molest is not a strong enough word. My Daddy hurt me for seven years. He broke my cherry with his finger when I was only five. He tried but he couldn’t get into me then. But he kept after me, fingering me, licking me and making me lick and such his thing, when I was only seven he split me open, God did that ever hurt. He even tried my booty but I was too tight. He hurt me there but he never got in. When he got shot I was only twelve and I was so conflicted. You see, I loved my Daddy but he’d hurt me so badly. He’d messed me up down there so much I can’t have kids. After we moved out here things got better. No body has hurt me, we live in a nice house and I’ve got my basketball.”

“Chantell you’ve had a rough life and you have my sympathy but you still haven’t told me why you sell drugs, why do you?”

“Mr. Davis, truthfully I don?’ sell all that much but it’s for pocket money for clothes, DVDs and so on, that’s it.”

“I thought you said your Nana had some money, doesn’t she help?”

“Like I said, that’s rainy day money, it’s for my college. Nana says clothes and such ain’t no rainy day.

“Chantell you mentioned a scholarship; tell me about that.”

“My grade point average has to be 2.0 to qualify and mine’s 1.8. If I work hard maybe I can get it up, but I don’t know. If I can’t the money Nana has is for me to go to State. If I go to State she won’t have enough to buy me a car. I can go to the community college and she can buy the car but I want to play major college ball. I just don’t know what to do. I want to go to State and major in social services. Like I said I can’t have children but I love kids. I want to work for the Department of Children and Family Services.”

At that Chantell abruptly stopped talking, crossing her arms under her breasts and assuming a defensive posture. Jim thought for a moment, he empathized with her regarding her early life but she seemed materialistic and self centered. Maybe he could shake her up a little.

“Chantell let me tell you what I’ve heard you say. I’m sorry about what happened when you were young but that was a long time ago. I’m sure intervention to break the cycle and counseling would have been in order but that’s past. You have to live your life in the present and here are the choices you seem to have made.”

“First, you sell marijuana so you can buy things, nice things I’m sure, but things you could do without; second you want to play major college basketball but you haven’t put forth the effort to raise your GPA a mere 2/10ths of a percent; and finally your dream is to work in social services but, again, you don’t have the GPA to get the necessary education to qualify. Chantell, I think you’re all talk and no action; I think you’ll end up wasting your Nanas money, drop out and end up selling drugs. You have choices; what are you going to choose?”

Chantell was taken aback by Jim’s words. She wanted to scream at him, hell, she wanted to hit him.

But Jim went on, “Chantell, correct me if I’m wrong. You want to get your GPA up and qualify for a scholarship, you want to play major college basketball and you want to be a social worker when you graduate, is that right?”

Still in a defensive posture Chantell growled, “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Chantell, if you’re willing to work for what you want maybe I can help.”

“Oh, good Mr. Davis,” said Chantell sarcastically, “how you going to do that?”

“Chantell let me ask you, can you clean a house?”

“Sure, Nana says I’m neat as a pin, what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, I was thinking, Amber and Sally are excellent students; they could tutor you to help get your GPA up.”

“Ok but still what’s that got to do with cleaning a house?”

“Chantell, my idea is that you come over after school on Fridays. The girls can work with you on your studies then on Saturdays you can clean this house for which I’ll pay you $100 a week. Saturday evenings more tutoring or, if you’re caught up on your studies some recreation. Sunday morning we’d drive you home. With the $100 a week you wouldn’t need to sell marijuana, what do you say?”

“Mr. Davis that sounds real good but what’s the catch?”

“Chantell I think you know what the catch is. I’ve punished Amber and Sally for using the marijuana you sold them. If you’ll accept the same punishment they received we’ve got a deal.”

“Mr. Davis if I agree when’s this going to happen?”

“When we finish this conversation.”

Chantell thought about Jims offer, she didn’t really didn’t want to get her ass beaten but she knew she could take it, she was tough. The tutoring and money would solve a lot of her problems.

“Ok Mr. Davis, I’ll agree.”

“Chantell let me set some rules, first I expect you to follow through on our agreement and work hard on your studies and secondly Amber and Sally will be in the room to witness your spanking, they were both spanked for using the substance you sold them so I think it’s only fair that they watch.”

“Ok Mr. Davis, let’s get it over with.”

“Amber, Sally, please come here,” Jim called. “Chantell has agreed to a spanking and you two are to be witnesses. Please show Chantell to your bedroom and help her get ready.”

“Chantell, go with Amber to her room and take off your panties.”

While Jim was getting his antique ivory hairbrush Sally and Amber took Chantell to Amber’s room.

“Chantell, you won’t feel like going home tonight, why don’t you call your Nana,” Sally said.

The call made, Chantell turned back to the girls.

“Chantell, he’s going to beat the hell out of you. You’ll be squirming and crying before he’s done. I’d suggest you take off everything including your bra. You won’t want that binding while you’re writhing,” Amber cautioned.

Chantell stepped out of her shoes and, standing barefoot, removed her t-shirt and bra, then she pulled the t-shirt back on.

“Come on take off your shorts and panties, he’ll be in here in just a minute,” Amber asked.

“Amber, I’ll take the butt whipping but if he wants my Black ass bare he’s going to have to take off my shorts and panties himself. Damned if I’m going to help him.”

When Jim walked into the room Amber and Sally were sitting on chairs waiting. Chantell stood across the room, arms crossed and scowling.

Jim asked, “Chantell why aren’t you ready? Are you backing out?”

“No Mr. Davis, I’m not backing out but if you want my big ass bare you’re going to have to strip me yourself.”

God Jim thought, this is one tough gal.

“Ok Chantell, we’ll do it your way.”

Seating himself on the bed he said, “Chantell come over and stand in front of me.”

Chantell walked over and stood just a foot from Jim; her hands at her sides. Jim reached forward and pulled her purple velveteen basketball shorts down. They dropped and pooled at her ankles.

“Chantell please step out of those.”

As she stepped out of her shorts her legs opened slightly. Jim noticed that the gusset of her panties was wet. He thought for a moment that she was aroused but then he caught the scent. The moisture wasn’t arousal, it was urine. Jim realized that Chantell was so terrified by what was about to happen that she’s lost bladder control and had leaked pee into her panties. He couldn’t believe she could stand so stoically in front of him and be so scared. Nonetheless, he tugged her pale lavender panties down and dropped them to her feet.

“Chantell please step out of your panties and come stand on my right side.”

With no change in expression Chantell complied.

“Chantell have you ever been spanked before?”

“Lots of times by my Daddy when I was little but Nana don’t spank me.”

“Ok Chantell, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to ask you to lie across my lap. I’ll spank you with my hand and then with this hairbrush. I’ll decide when the spanking is over. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mr. Davis.”

“Alright, bend over my lap.”

Chantell didn’t move.

Jim thought, this is just like her shorts and panties; she’ll take the spanking but won’t help. Jim encircled her hips with his right arm and with his left hand he pushed her over his thigh. After jostling her a little to get her into a better position, Jim took a moment to look Chantell over. He thought, Amber and even Sally were really still girls, this was a woman. He'd seen her full breasts, her nipples pushing against her t-shirt when he’d taken down her shorts and panties. Before him, on his lap, Chantell had wide hips and a high tight bottom.

He thought, I’m going to enjoy breaking this one. He began to spank. Like Amber and Sally he gave her ten on each sit spot, then ten, ten low and ten on each thigh.

Chantell hadn’t made a sound or moved an inch. Jim thought to himself, I’m really going to have to lay the hairbrush on if I’m going to make an impression on this girl; maybe I need to up the pace a little.

Picking up the hairbrush he put ten of his best on each sit spot. Jim had hit her so hard that he’d scooted her forward; again Chantell made not a sound but only scooted herself back a little, repositioning herself properly for the rest of her punishment. Ten more on her high proud bottom, then ten low on the bottom of her ass, followed by ten on each thigh. Jim didn’t even ask for her to do it. He simply pulled her leg on the bed spreading her open. Jim noticed she was wetter but the aroma let him know it was only more urine. He was literally beating the piss out of her and she hadn’t made a sound. He was astonished but not deterred.

Without further hesitation he thrashed her inner thighs mercilessly. Twenty to her right followed be twenty to her left. Still, she just lay there, Jim looked down, she’d turned her head so the girls couldn’t see her face; he could see that she was in agony. He glanced at Amber and Sally. They sat glassy-eyed, not believing what they had just witnessed.

Finally Chantell spoke, “Mr. Davis, are you finished?”

“Yes Chantell, I am.”

Unassisted, Chantell stood.

She said to Amber and Sally, “I’d like to talk to Mr. Davis alone; you girls please stay here.”

“Mr. Davis please take me to your room so we can talk.”

Jim stood and walked Chantell to his bedroom. She closed and locked the door after they had entered.

Mr. D, do you mind if I call you Mr. D?”

“No Chantell, I don’ mind.”

“Ok Mr. D I want you to know that spanking hurt like fire. I couldn’t even hold myself in, I was leaking pee you were hitting me so hard, but I wasn’t going to cry with those two girls in the room. You asked me earlier if I’d ever been spanked. No not spanked, I was strapped ‘til I couldn’t stand. My Daddy use to do that to me. Do you have a belt?”

“Yes Chantell, I have several.”

“Then I have some things I want you to help me with; but first I need to pee, I don’t want anymore accidents.”

Jim listened as she emptied her bladder; he’d always enjoyed the sound of a woman’s golden flow.

When she returned Chantell said, “I want you to get your heaviest belt and strap me until I break down in sobs and then I want you to help me to your bed and make sweet love to me, will you do it?”

“Chantell, I don’t want to spank you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you more.”

“Mr. D I’m not asking for you, I’m asking for me. I’m so conflicted about my feelings for my Daddy. I want the strapping he used to give me ‘til I cried my eyes out, but I want to end it with a loving feeling; please do it for me”

He wasn’t a psychologist and this was getting pretty deep into her psyche but if that’s what she wanted; he thought, who am I to deny her.

“Yes, Chantell, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you Mr. D, why don’t you get the belt while I pee again, I’m so nervous.”

Jim paused a moment to listen to her gush then went to the closet for his belt. God what had begun as a straightforward punishment for what she had done was suddenly becoming Freudian.

“Where do you want me Mr. D; how about over the arm of that big chair?”

Chantell positioned herself to accept his blows.

“Chantell, are you ready?”

“Oh I want this, please, Mr. D, I’m ready.”

Jim lashed her with the belt but he didn’t really put much force into it. He didn’t really want to hurt her any more.

“Mr. D I can’t feel it, give it to me good.”

Jim paused for a moment. He thought if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. He swung the belt. Red welts were rising on her dark skin as Chantell began to writhe and moan. Jim didn’t let up, he strapped her; the tip of the belt was biting into the flesh of her hip. Chantell slid forward on the chair arm to reposition herself, as she moved Jim noticed that the insides of her legs were wet, moisture flowing to her knees.

“Chantell, are you wetting yourself again? Your thighs are soaked.”

In a low raspy voice, Chantell replied, “No Mr. D ain’t pee.”

Jim thought, my God, this girl is flowing like a stream from a strapping. I can’t imagine what she's going through.

“Mr. D don’t stop, we’re almost there.”

Jim gave her twenty of his best, he could the welts rising on her ass and fiery red marks on her hips where tip of the belt bit in. Suddenly Chantell collapsed over the arm of the chair; wailing in agony. Her tears flowed like a spring flood; she lost control. Sobbing like a child, Chantell clutched the chair arm; it was all that was holding her up. Jim just stood and watched her cry.

This was what she’d wanted, what she’d thought she needed to slay her own personal demon. As her sobbing ebbed Jim held her and caressed her, stroking her raven hair and gently rubbing her back. He kissed her on the cheek and on each of her tear stained eyes.
Amazed at his feelings for this woman, and yes, she was a woman not a girl. Jim lifted her to her feet and embraced her.

“Mr. D please take me to bed now, please will you?”

Holding her around the waist with one arm he turned down the covers and helped her to lie down.

“Mr. D will you make love to me? We don’t need the preliminaries; I’m so wet right now you could probably get a bologna in me.”

Jim chuckled at the analogy.

“No Chantell, this is not just for you or just for me. I want us to share this experience and I want it to be wonderful for both of us; but while we’re talking, I should tell you, I’ve never been with a Black woman before; is there anything special I should know?”

“Mr. D how would I know, I’ve never been with a white man.”

Jim pulled her into a tight embrace kissing her deeply and hard. He crushed her lips and thrust his tongue into her moth; she met him thrust for thrust. Helping her out of her t-shirt Jim admired her beautiful large firm breasts with huge dark areolas capped by nipples that were nearly purple. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

Chantell moaned softly, “That’s it Mr. D, suck on me like you was my baby.”

Jim moved down her body kissing her tight flat stomach and tickling her belly button with his tongue. He spread her legs and cupped her sex rubbing her there.

Chantell opened her legs further, breathing; “Touch me there, touch me please.”

Parting her labia with two fingers Jim slipped both into her vagina. He pumped her several times then thrust forward ‘til he found her “G” spot.

Her lips were spread, she was lubricating, he snaked his tongue along her vulva, down to her tight ring. He circled it with his tongue and probed with the tip. Chantell gasped at the intrusion. He removed his finger and trailed his tongue upward to her clit. It was red and swollen, engorged with blood. He took it into his mouth and sucked. Suddenly she trembled, her tummy muscles rippled as an orgasm washed through her; her vagina was spasming as she climaxed. She wailed as her love juices flooded his hand. Her orgasmic fluid had a musky redolence that filled the room; much more pungent than Amber, Sally or any other woman he had been with; he was intoxicated by the scent. Aroma was not good enough; he had to taste this woman. As she flowed he drank her until her chalice was empty.

Not at all like Sally’s wispy pubic hair nor Amber’s newly shorn pussy; Chantell had a mass of black curls that seemed to hold her aroma; he liked it.

He wasn’t finished yet. He lifted her hips slightly so he could get to her anus. He licked and tickled her there with the tip of his tongue then lapped upwards between her lips ‘til he found her clitoris. Neither the finger length of Sally’s nor the little button of Amber, it was about ½” long and now, it still protruded in arousal it was red and swollen. Jim sucked it into his mouth and nibbled lightly with his teeth. That was all it took; again her juices flooded his mouth and she shook with multiple orgasms.

“Oh my God she moaned, no more, please, no more Mr. D, I’ve never felt anything in my life like that, never, I’m so sensitive now, please, aaah, please. Jim quit sucking her clit; he lubricated his fingers with her copious love juices and began to rub her tight rosebud. Chantell whimpered with pleasure but as he started to penetrate her he heard.

“Please Mr. D not that, not there, not now. Please just fuck me; I want you in me.”

She’d liked it earlier; still, right now she wanted him in her. Jim positioned herself between her open thighs; he was not a small man down there, 8 1/2 inches in length and 3 1/2 in girth but he slipped into her well lubricated vagina easily.

“Oh God Mr. D that feels wonderful, please pump me deep, fuck me hard, I want to feel it.”

Jim pushed her legs up towards her breasts for maximum penetration and slammed into her. As Jim pounded with hard deep strokes Chantell moaned, mewled and whimpered; whipping her head from side to side on the pillow. He could feel her body tense as he felt his own cum rise; they exploded in climax together. Jim was sure this was the most fantastic sexual release he’d ever experienced. He hugged Chantell and showered her face with kisses; God he certainly wanted more of this woman.

“Mr. D was it good for you? I know it’s the best I’ve ever had; who’d have thought with an old white man.?”

“Smart ass, I know I’m white but what’s this about being old. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again. Chantell you’re an exquisite lover; no doubt the best this old white man has ever had.”

“Please hold me for a few minutes; I’ve got a big decision to make but I want to feel loved. Can you just hold me?”

Jim took her into his arms and caressed her body. He didn’t touch her breasts or reach for her crouch; he just held her and gently rubbed her back and stroked her side... Her face was buried in his chest and she was quietly, gently sobbing. When she looked up he softly kissed each of her eyes, erasing her tears.

“Thank you Mr. D that was sweet of you. Can we talk for a few minutes?”

“Of course Chantell, about anything you like.”

“Mr. D you know when you tried to put your finger, you know, in my booty? I stopped you. I want to tell you why. My Daddy use to put his fingers there and it hurt me. When I was eleven he put me over the kitchen table. He beat me black and blue with the belt then he tried to push his thing into me. He couldn’t get it in but it still hurt more than the strapping; he made me bleed badly. I cried almost all night. I knew he’d try again and keep trying ‘til he got into me.

I dreaded the pain I knew I was going to get; put crudely, I knew I was going to be beat to shit and fucked up the ass. He was shot before he ever got to try again. Mr. D I was happy and relieved when I heard he was dead; but I was conflicted. He was my Daddy, I was supposed to love him but he gave me so much pain that I hated him. I guess I’m trying to deal with that conflict today. I don’t think my Daddy liked me; all he ever did was hurt me. I’m trying to resolve today whether or not someone can give me pain with a deserved punishment then be loving and forgiving. I think I’ve got my resolution. You punished me severely for what I’d done wrong and that could have been the end of it; but you’ve not only been loving to me, you’ve committed to help me reach my life goals. Even when I insisted that you strap me; and I know you didn’t want to do that, you held me and comforted me while I cried.

The sex was great; you’re the finest lover I’ve had and probably ever will have, you were gentle and tender with me and I appreciate that; but the other things were even more meaningful to me.

You made me look at myself and I didn’t like what I saw then you gave me the opportunity to change. What I guess I’m trying to say is that I love you.”

Hugging her tightly, Jim answered, “Chantell I think maybe I love you too, I know I respect you, and you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met and I respect that strength.”

“Mr. D I told you what my Daddy tried to do to me; other boys and men have tried to play there, too; I’ve stopped them all; tell them this sister don’t play that game; just like I made you quit; Mr. D do you want to do me that way?”

“Chantell only if it’s what you want. I don’t want to hurt you anymore and that can hurt.”

“Would you be gently with me?”

“Yes I’ll be as gentle as possible; why are you asking?”

“Mr. D I want to give that to you. You’re special to me and I want to something special for you.”

“Chantell, I’m pretty big, I could make you hurt.”

“Mr. D I think you’ve seen I can take some pain. Let me do this for you, please.”

“A precious gift from you to me Chantell, yes, we’ll do it. Chantell, it’s not a condition and you can say no but I’d like it if Amber and Sally could be here; they’ve seen each other deflowered like this, I think we should share our experience with them.”

Chantell was quiet for several minutes before answering, “If that’s what you’d like, I suppose so.”

“Thank you Chantell, it does mean a lot to me. Let’s have a glass of wine and relax for a few minutes first. While I get the wine is there anything you want to do to get ready?”

“Mr. D I’ll be honest with you, I’m nervous as a whore in church; can you feel me shivering? My bowels feel watery and I have to pee again. I’m bordering on abject terror, but other than that I’m fine; get the wine.”

Jim walked to Amber’s closed door. He could hear soft moans, what were those two up to he wondered; he knocked softly then opened the door. The girls were on the bed, nude, it was obvious they’d been entertaining each other.

“Sorry to intrude but Chantell has agreed to join the Sisterhood of the Rosebud; I thought you two might want to be there.”

“You mean she’s gonna give up her bottom?” Amber asked.

Jim nodded yes.

I’m getting wine for us, why don’t you two get a glass and join us.”

Jim got two glasses of wine. When he returned Chantell had put on a pair of panties and a top. Not the same lavender panties, these were a pale yellow; contrasting nicely with her light chocolate skin. Handing her a glass of wine; he sat on his bed and pulled her onto his lap.

“Chantell I want to tell you how happy you’re making me. You’re a very special person.”

Draining her glass in a single gulp, Chantell said, “I’m ready.”

“I need to get you ready Chantell.”

They hadn’t noticed, Amber and Sally were sitting in his chair.

He lifted her top over her head, freeing her magnificent breasts, he kissed them.

“Lie over my lap, I promise it won’t be as painful as the last time.”

Chantell smiled and prostrated herself across Jim’s lap. She could feel his erection rising as he rolled her panties over her hips. She could feel his erection rising he was ready but was she? She’d already peed twice and she still felt like she was about to wet herself; she’d never been so nervous in her life.

Jim could feel her quietly shaking on his lap. He assumed it was a combination of nerves and fear. He wanted to help her relax. That’s what the wine had been for but it didn’t seem to have done much good. Jim rubbed her back and massaged her bottom. He felt her settling down but what came next would be telling. Amber was standing at the bedside, she was behind Chantell, she handed Jim the lube.

“Chantell I’m going to start to lubricate you now.”

He squeezed some KY onto the fingers of his right hand while he spread her cheeks with his left. He looked at her; she was a brownish pink; much darker that the other girls. He gently began to massage her rosebud adding a little jelly as he went. He just rubbed her for several minutes; he could fell her tension. Adding more lubricant he put pressure on her back hole. Chantell moaned and squirmed a little. He eased the pressure then took one finger and entered her to the second knuckle. Chantell’s sphincter clamped down.

“Chantell you need to relax yourself. I’m going to do something; when I ask you to, I want you to push out like you’re trying to go the potty.”

Jim squirted a large glob of jelly directly onto Chantell’s anus then heavily lubricated two fingers. Placing them at the entrance to her rosebud he instructed her to push back. As she did so, he slid both fingers into her. Chantell moaned loudly at this penetration; Jim pumped in and out of her several times while spreading his fingers to open her up. Holding her open, he squeezed quite a lot of the KY directly into her.”

“Chantell I think you’re ready. Let me help you up.”

Jim helped Chantell to her knees; rubbing her bottom, he talked to her, crooning, “You’ll be ok Baby, just remember, stay relaxed, just relax.”

He could still feel her quivering nervously. After stroking some of the lubricant onto his cock, he spread her legs. He massaged and caressed her bottom then separated her cheeks.

Placing the head of his penis at you opening he said, “Chantell I’m going to enter you now, when you feel the pressure push back like you did before for my fingers.”

He couldn’t get her any more prepared. He didn’t know what else to do. He reached around stroked her quivering tummy and massaged her clitoris lightly then grasped her hips and pressed forward.

“Chantell Baby push back.”

Sally had joined Amber at the bedside. Chantell was still not conscious of their presence, they watched in awe as Jim entered her.

Chantell followed Jim’s instruction, she pushed back. As she did so, he thrust the complete head of his cock into her most private of passages. Chantell gasped but did not cry out. Jim pressed onward; burying his entire 8 1/2 inches in her.

Chantell wasn’t crying or wailing like Amber had but she was moaning, obviously in some pain. Jim started to pump her gently. Her moaning decreased and she made deep rumblings in her throat; umm, umm. She began to push back toward him; meeting his thrusts.

“Umm Mr. D this feels nice. I can feel you deep in me. I feel full but it’s a warm, comfortable fullness. I’m ready now, please pump me hard.”

Jim pulled out ‘til only the head remained in Chantell; then thrust back deeply burying himself completely. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back to meet him and pounded into her time after time, plunging into her dark murky depths.

Sally and Amber watched, enthralled by the sight overwhelmed by the aroma, the lingering scent of earlier lovemaking, vaginal juices and semen blended with the earthy, musky redolence of Chantell’s bowels excited their arousals. Both were breathing rapidly, both had a hand under the other’s robe.

Chantell was now wailing but not in pain.

“Oh Mr. D, Mr. D, I’m ready to cum; pound me hard, pound me hard.”

Jim ground into her as hard and deep as he could, thrusting wildly, up into her guts. He felt her sexual tension rise she was trembling, shaking, he felt her contractions, she squeezed him, tightening her sphincter, arching her back screaming out, she came; his balls and legs were flooded with her juices.

Jim couldn’t hold out any longer; pressing deeply into her he had an explosive orgasm; flooding her bowels with his hot cum he pumped pulse after pulse into her, stroking her, he slowed, still stroking her until he softened and slipped out.

A string of cum leaked out of her distended asshole and ran down her leg.

“Mr. D why don’t you lie down on the bed; I’ll get a cloth and clean us up?”

For the first time Chantell noticed Amber and Sally, she gave them a tight smile and continued to the bathroom.

Several moments later, Chantell returned and wiped Jim off

The girls had left.

She slid into bed beside him.

“Well, I hope Amber and Sally liked the show,” she said.

Then she continued,

“Mr. D I loved that but you filled me up. I still feel so full that it feels I’m retaining a little enema.”

“You know how an enema feels?”

“Sure Mr. D, I give myself one sometimes when I’m feeling real tense like before a big game or things like that. I saw your bag behind your door.

“Will you give me one tomorrow, please?”

“Chantell, I’d love to have you back over my lap. But why wait ‘til tomorrow, we could do it now.”

“No, let’s wait, I want to keep your cum in me tonight.”

“Ok, we’ll wait; I guess I just wanted to do something more with your bottom. You have the most gorgeous cheeks I’ve ever seen.”

“You really like my ass, huh?”

“Yeah Chantell I really like your ass,” Jim smiled.

Chantell groped under the sheet ‘til she found Jim’s penis, she stroked him several times then crawled under the covers and took him in her mouth. She sucked until he was hard again then bobbed back up beside him.

“If you’ll hold me, you can put it back in,” she said as she rolled onto her side with her back to him.

She pushed her bottom back against his erection, saying, “You won’t need any lube.”

He entered her, she arched her back like a contented kitten and cooed, “Oh yes, that feels good.”

He massaged her breasts while she worked her hips; she tightened herself, squeezing him until he came, not explosively, just a sweet gentle release.

“Stay in me, please, I want to go to sleep with you in me.”

He held her as they drifted off.