Chapter 19

I tuned EVERYTHING out until Master Jack grabbed my head and held me there while his cock shot down my throat! The fact that he held me there like that was as good as actually getting the stuff, I think -- it was ownership, you know? 'Fuck you, Bitch, just take the shit!' -- except he didn't even bother to say it, he just held my head down. No pussyfooting around, no "You don't mind if I cum in your mouth, do you?" No handling my head gingerly, either; he wasn't rough, but I wasn't going anywhere. His whole attitude said, 'I know how to use a woman' -- and if you wanted to be used -- and I do! -- it was, well, perfect...

Master Jack let me up and I settled beside him to cuddle. He was still pumping fingers in and out of Beth and working her clit with his thumb -- and her thighs were shaking and jumping and her ass was rolling and she was puffing and blowing and panting through her nose -- but her lips were vacuuming her daddy's dick to beat the band and he was all red in the face...

The Major, on the other hand, wasn't faring as well. "You don't do this much, do you?" he asked Vera, pulling her face off his cock. She was a mess, what with tears and snot and runny makeup...

"I'm sorry!" I think she was, too; it sounded sincere.

Master Jack opened his mouth, and I figured either me or Frieda -- who was standing nearby calmly licking Jock's spooge off her fingers -- would get the call -- but Oliver turned his head to look at them and said, "Fuck her. THAT works."

Vera turned and gaped at him, betrayal written all over her face, but he wasn't looking back. I don't think Oliver says 'fuck' -- everyone seemed surprised -- but he was obviously just getting ready to unload in Beth's mouth and I don't think he gave a shit about anything else, if you know what I mean! In fact, he lit off a few seconds later and his eyes rolled up in his head and white goo poured out around Beth's lips even though she was swallowing like mad! I think the whole 'sex with the daughter' thing really fired him up...

In any case, the Major got up out of the chair and draped Vera over it where she had a front row seat to her old man blowing his nut in his daughter's mouth -- and slid his cock home in her. And Vera? Well, ol' Vera FINALLY started to get with the program and show the rest of us she knew how to fuck! Major McGruff had some major meat and Vera took notice and started backing onto it and whining and grunting and generally providing some entertainment!

Beth flopped over on her side on the bench when her daddy let go of her, moaning, "Omigod, omigod..." and panting; I knew that she had to have gotten a couple of good cums from Master Jack's fingers.

Oliver braced himself bolt-upright and watched the Major put the meat to his old lady -- and he made sure she knew it, too, by rubbing her cheek and pulling her face up where she could see him. "Do a good job," he told her. "I'm watching." He picked up the whip, which had hit the floor at some point. "See this?"

That did it; something snapped in Vera -- I saw it in her eyes. If the Major thought he was getting a ride before, he got a surprise, because she went nuts on his ass about then! She started backing into his cock like she was trying to get the rest of him into her twat, too! He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from hopping off by accident and all you could hear was them smacking together and her moaning and groaning!

Master Jack went digging in the mess on the floor and came up with something that looked like brass knuckles with a trigger and a little spike sticking out and I turned around and picked up a couple of guys wandering over from the bar. "Hey, uhh..." one of them muttered furtively.

Master Jack eyed them and they stopped, and stood there, looking sheepish. About then, though, Vera locked up and her thighs started jumping in a way I'd seen REAL recently in Beth -- and her head came up and she let out this howl... The Major went, "UUUUHHH!!!" -- and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was unloading in Vera's twat. He pinned her ass to him for a few seconds and then backed off and bent over to get a grip on his pants and haul them back into place -- all done; slam, bam, 'Thank you, Ma'am!'

Vera, on the other hand, was still all glassy-eyed. She'd been pushed over the top, and now, well... "Master, she isn't done," I ventured.

"What?" Master Jack eyed me.

"She isn't done," I insisted. "You've got her over the hump to where you want her, but she needs to get the full treatment, or she won't understand why. She's still all fired up." I swung my attention to Frieda, "Frieda..."

"She's right," Frieda agreed. "She's there -- now she needs to see the payoff. Later, she'll need to be cuddled and told that she's a good girl and her sins are forgiven -- but right now, she needs to be sinning. She needs to dig that hole so she can see light from the bottom."

Master Jack blinked. "Amazingly, I think I get that. Oliver?"

"Um..." Oliver assessed himself. "I don't think I'm..."

"It shouldn't be you, anyway," Frieda pointed out.

"Oh." He looked at the pair of volunteers. "Diseases?"

"There's literally nothing we can't fix in orbit," Master Jack assured him.

"Okay." Oliver pursed his lips, nodded, and waved at them. "Don't break it. No anal."

"Right." The pair moved forward.

"Vera."

"Um?" Vera was trying to fist herself, I think. She looked up at Oliver.

"Practice your oral, Dear. And kneel up for the nice man," Oliver directed.

"Hmmm?" Vera looked behind her. "Oh, good." She wasn't really home, but she knew what she wanted; it took the guys about ten seconds to plug into both open holes. Vera rocked back and forth between them, moving from cock to cock.

Beth let out a whimper and Oliver pulled her onto his lap for a cuddle. "It's all right Dear -- we're just handling your mother's inhibitions." He swung his gaze to us, "Right?"

"Right," Frieda nodded. "After this, she won't be able to live in denial. She'll have done it and enjoyed it and any feelings of superiority she would have had over some other poor slut will be bled out of her."

Major McGruff added, "After you've had a little modification, you'll be able to handle anything she can put out -- and she'll BE putting out on a regular basis, now that the barriers are down. You'll also be less inclined to allow her to put the brakes on you."

Oliver nodded, watching the pair working over his old lady. "Amazingly, that begins to make sense."

"She won't be in any position to give you and Beth any grief over what you did, either," Master Jack pointed out.

"Just don't fuck her up when she comes crawling to you for forgiveness," Frieda insisted. "She's going to need to be cuddled, but don't let her off the hook for anything, and don't make any comparisons with what you did that might give her a leg up." Oliver nodded.

Master Jack swatted me on the ass. "Take your outfit into the Ladies Room and get dressed," he said, adding after eyeing me a bit, "Slut."

Okay, I'm weird; I smiled. And I KEPT smiling all the way to the Ladies Room with my little bag in my hands.

I sat on Daddy's lap and hugged myself to him and watched Momma having sex with two total strangers -- and the only thought that really penetrated was, 'Well, he warned us...'

I'd sucked my own father! Given him a blowjob! Swallowed his seed! After what they did to Momma for being balky, I didn't really have a lot of choice, but the shock was still with me -- and the guilt. I'd enjoyed it! Oh, sure, Jack had magic hands and I'd gotten an orgasm from that, but I wasn't kidding myself; the whole forbidden nature of the act had made sucking Daddy's penis so exciting that I was beside myself WITHOUT Jack! Even better was the way Daddy didn't really fight it; generally, he hung back and controlled himself and worried about what other people -- mostly Momma -- would think, but he was ready for me when I sucked him in and he let go and got a little -- I don't know -- animalistic? He didn't just let me operate on him and pretend to be stoic, he USED me for his pleasure -- and he got it! What I got was a BIG mouthful of Daddy's seed -- and I enjoyed it and I enjoyed the act and I enjoyed the fact that I'd pleasured Daddy in a way neither of us had ever hoped I would... And now I was dealing with the aftermath, realizing that the whole forbidden nature of the thing trumped the rules I'd grown up with. I wasn't a good girl any more -- I was a slut. If Daddy wanted to fuck -- yes, 'fuck!' -- I might as well quit pussyfooting around with polite terms -- if Daddy wanted to fuck me, the only thing standing between his cock and my puss was Jack's permission. And Jack would give it; I knew that -- he'd as much as said so! And if I needed any proof that all this was true, it was right there in the fact that my puss itched when I thought about Daddy's cock sinking into me...

I squirmed a little and Daddy looked down at me, his face inches away. "Are you okay, Dear?" He looked worried, and I knew he was dealing with what we'd done, too.

"Yes, Daddy." I know I went pink, but I couldn't help it. "I'm... a little aroused."

"So am I, Dear," Daddy admitted, looking off to where Momma was grunting and gasping and making gurgling noises around a perfect stranger's cock. I knew that he was looking at Momma more to avoid my eyes than because he wanted to see what she was doing. Momma's eyes were wild and she was pink all over and I saw her leg muscles start to jump and knew she was on the verge of a climax because that's how it went with me. She'd gotten out of her lingerie totally at some point and her breasts swung free under her and the roll at her belly that probably wasn't prominent in any other position jiggled under her in synch with her butt as the guy behind her powered into her. We both sat silent while Momma started making urgent whines around the guy in her mouth and her ass shook and her eyes rolled up. "I don't know if I've ever gotten her to do that," Daddy said softly.

"I bet you have, Daddy," I assured him. "That yell she gave out last night..."

Daddy nodded. "Maybe." I could tell he felt a little better about it. "In any case, this is about shaking her loose from some of her inhibitions so she can operate more comfortably..."

"She'll loosen up," I agreed. Clearly, she already had... I watched the face of the guy fucking her as he climaxed; I'd been making a little impromptu study of the whole thing, starting with the Major and then Daddy... Guys made interesting faces as they pumped their seed into a woman. When Daddy let go in my mouth, it was the first time I'd ever seen that expression on his face; it was... feral. Primal. Seriously animal. Exciting! The guy held himself deep in Momma while his cock pulsed, then made a little whirling motion with his finger and when he backed out of her the other guy pulled his cock out of Momma's mouth and circled around to replace him. While he was doing THAT, the first guy presented his gooey cock, and Momma sucked it in and started sucking the juices off of it! Clearly, there was a total slut hidden beneath Momma's inhibitions -- and knowing that left me free to be anything I wanted -- or Jack wanted -- in bed...

The second guy started slamming away in Momma's puss -- I guess maybe her blowjob had him running pretty hot -- but it looked to be a good thing, because Momma was starting to look exhausted. "She'll be done soon," I murmured to Daddy.

"Yes..." He continued to watch her -- or pretend to. "About what we did..."

I knew what was coming -- and I knew what I needed to say. "I loved it. You loved it. I will do it again -- and more. You heard Jack..."

"Yes..." Daddy sat for a moment. "I surprised myself."

"I know." I gathered myself. "Any time you want -- and Jack says it is okay -- we can do it again. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Darling," Daddy replied softly, squeezing me against him.

"Good -- that's fixed..." Jack's fingers traced a line down my back, caressing. "I thought that might work." I cranked my head around to smile at him and he caressed my cheek.

When I returned my attention to Momma, it was she was grunting in tune to the smacks of the guy pounding her from behind; the other guy's cock was clean, I guess, since he was tucking it in his pants. The guy behind her didn't look to be much longer, from my study of guys' faces when they climaxed...

Jack cleared his throat. "Oliver, there are a couple of psychological benefits to be had if you're the one who rides her when she crashes..."

Daddy nodded. "Up, Princess -- I need to go see your mother."

"Okay." I got up and shifted to Jack's lap, settling there just in time to watch the guy start slamming himself into Momma, hard, in a slow pattern that told me the slams probably coincided with jets of his semen pulsing into her. In the background, I saw Tara coming back from the Ladies Room dressed in her outfit that matched ours. The guy backed out and Daddy was there, naked from the waist down, his surprisingly big cock pulsing as he took Momma by the hips. Momma turned her head slowly to look behind her and discover her new sex partner -- and started when she discovered Daddy! Daddy pushed himself inside her gooey puss and swatted her on the butt and said, "Now, FUCK! Don't forget who owns you!" The words sounded strange coming from Daddy, but they had their effect; Momma turned back around, the look on her face priceless, and started pushing back into Daddy's strokes.

"Perfect," Jack mused. I nodded, understanding clearly what he meant. Daddy was establishing his dominion over Momma; it had always been there, but it had been unacknowledged. Now, it wouldn't be; Momma would remember this incident and know her place. Stupid restrictions regarding sex would be by the wayside, too -- she wouldn't be frowning and getting all moral on anyone. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw one snake over Jack's and cranked my head around to smile at Frieda. Jack looked up and snapped his fingers and Tara crawled onto the bench to Jack's left and leaned against him.

The Major stood. "I should go." He tossed Jack some keys. "Take the van -- I'll take your rental." He scooped up the car keys that Frieda had put back on the table the last time she'd returned from the car. "You need the space."

"Thanks, Sir." Jack waved at the Major as he moved off. I shifted my attention to Momma and Daddy, triggered by the urgency in Momma's grunts -- and in a moment, she turned cherry red and shook like a terrier and her eyes rolled up in her head. Daddy, behind her, went red in the face and got that feral expression I'd seen before and I knew that her climax had triggered his...

Momma collapsed, threatening to fall off the pair of chairs they'd pushed together at some point for her to kneel on. Jack nudged me and said, "You girls take Vera and get her cleaned up and dressed. Take your cues from Frieda -- she'll know what to say to keep her in the proper frame of mind." The glance Jack gave Frieda said, 'I trust you to do this -- don't fuck it up.' I'm big on 'fuck' now, aren't I? Anyway, we got up and when Daddy let us -- he insisted that Momma suck his cock clean, as she had the others -- I took Momma by the arm and Tara collected her lingerie from the floor and Frieda and I braced Momma as we all staggered toward the Ladies Room.

I honestly wasn't sure that I would recognize myself in a mirror; clearly, I had gone totally insane...

First, there was the trip to Salome's. I admit it; I ogled the girls avidly, despite the fact that Beth is my daughter. I really felt at the time that I could justify this -- after all, I AM male!

Vera called me down in the car -- a mistake on her part, although I still didn't have the mindset to realize it -- which was a mistake on MY part. Jack gave this dissertation on the inapplicability of the incest taboo to the Confederacy and then HE called Vera down when she started sputtering -- another mistake on my part...

She was good for a while, though, at Ray's -- despite the exposure. Jack led Frieda and Beth to reveal that young females really DID have libidos and really COULD get in trouble from them -- an open question, if you would believe some people. Interestingly, Vera seemed unsurprised -- which might be grist for MY mill, later, now that I think about it.

But during Tara's striptease, Vera began making noises in an effort to control our reactions -- and I let her ruin my enjoyment of the black woman's efforts. Then when Jack and Tara initiated some heavy petting and attempted to involve Beth, Vera got really irksome -- and I STILL neglected to do my new job! The whole thing was just so new that I didn't have a grip on it...

When Jack finally called her on it, pointing out that she was inflicting her morals -- attitudes she wasn't supposed to have any more -- on the rest of us, I realized that she'd been manipulating us and that it needed to be dealt with, but my mind was a blank, so I deferred to the expert...

Jack's suggestion resounded with me; something dark surfaced when he suggested, "The Major is looking for a little relief; Frieda volunteered, but she would, anyway -- and it wouldn't mean anything to her one way or the other. I could do Vera, but I'll be around regularly, anyway, since we're family. I'm thinking that having her do the Major might loosen her up." Logically, it may or may not have made sense -- but a part of me wanted to see her abase herself in that manner VERY badly...

Jack's next utterance was designed to put Vera over the edge -- but it did more than that -- much, much more... "We can handle some other issues while we're at it. I need to test Tara's fellatio, but you really shouldn't do without, so why don't you get something from Beth?" While I wrestled with the wash of lust that came out of nowhere, Vera went critical -- and Jack, who was the master of ceremonies for the situation, was right there...

He slapped Vera -- HARD! I could see the handprint filling with blood on her white face as she turned to me with a look of betrayal -- but all I could think about was the sudden realization that I probably could have fixed things at any one of several points -- but now harsh measures were required. "I really should have done that, huh?" I asked. "Is it too late?"

Then Frieda came running in from the car with that riding crop -- yes, Jack had things in hand, I realized. He seemed to be anticipating every eventuality. I could have had something different, but the thing looked like the perfect instrument to me. Things had reached the point of harsh measures...

Vera instinctively tried to engage my patience, but things were past that. "Bend over the chair," I told her.

Naturally, she went right into placation mode -- but her very first words blew it, "Ollie, I..."

This was her problem in a nutshell; familiarity and the assumption that she could use a diminutive to help put me in my place! Anger came from nowhere, but I controlled it while I educated her, "You've made mistakes -- several mistakes," I said coldly. "You need to refer to me as Master until you are better behaved. Now BEND OVER THE CHAIR!"

Fearfully, Vera did as she was told -- and I circled behind her, lifted the fabric of her chemise out of the way of the target area, and began striking her with the whip. I didn't strike her with all my strength, but I didn't stay my hand, either; stripes crossed her buttocks and I felt a grim satisfaction with what I was doing. Shock got Vera through the first couple of measured strokes, then the pain enveloped her and it became clear that she had never experienced anything resembling this. I had; I wondered idly if I should make a point of pointing out their mistake to her parents... When it was over, she was a broken thing -- and she responded to my directive to crawl over and give the Major anything he wanted with alacrity! My afterthought over anal sex apparently didn't weaken my position, as I was exercising ownership rights.

I went back to sit down while the Major took over Vera's abuse -- and I realized that I was enjoying it. Then Jack turned to Beth... She went totally poker-faced as she replied, "Yes, Master," then she turned to me and said, "What would you like, Daddy?" in a neutral tone.

Her use of 'Daddy' rattled me and I almost stopped the whole thing -- but then her mask slipped and I saw something raw hiding behind it. No one else did, I'm sure, and I'm not sure she even realized it herself -- but she was reaching for my zipper BEFORE I croaked, "What your mother is doing, for now," nearly crushed by the wave of lust that flash sparked in me.

Jack had Beth get up on her hands and knees and I turned myself half-sideways to facilitate her efforts; Jack asked me, "Oliver, do you need to keep an eye on Vera?"

In my distraction, I merely gasped, "I can turn my head..." I collected her hair at her ponytail as my daughter's lips rolled over my glans...

I can't describe the feelings that went through me then adequately. In all of us, I think, there is a little creature who delights in our doing that which is naughty. 'Naughty' didn't even begin to describe the place where the thing we were doing existed in my belief system; it was several magnitudes beyond merely naughty -- and for that reason, I was virtually beside myself from pleasure at this voyage into the forbidden!

Beth's eyes were smoky as they held mine while her lips slid up and down the shaft of my penis from my swollen glans to a point several inches below it; she might have felt herself to be mildly coerced when she started, but she wanted to be there. It was mutual; I wanted her there. Jack was running two fingers in and out of Beth's vagina, making wet sloppy sounds with the fluids of Beth's arousal. I held her head, reveling in the power, knowing that if I pressed her, she would try her best to take me into her throat... Her gasps and moans around my shaft added to the insane pleasure of the forbidden act; Jack brought her quickly to orgasm, but we all knew that arousal over the taboo act she was engaged in was a major contributor to her climax.

As I approached my peak, I took some control over her movements; Beth willingly allowed me to shift the pattern and depth of penetration in any way that pleased me. Until recently, this would have been unthinkable with Vera, but after tonight, it would be the norm, I swore to myself. The orgasm itself was intense; pleasurable to a degree that I'd experienced maybe once or twice before -- well beyond the norm, as was the copious quantity of semen I poured into my daughter's mouth! I hadn't produced an ejaculation of that size since I was a teenager, I was certain! Beth treated it as some expensive, hard to obtain treat, swallowing it and collecting the excess that had spurted from the corner of her mouth and redirecting it inside, making sure she got it all.

Only afterward could I turn my attention to Vera. When I did, I discovered that the Major had repositioned her and was sexing her, doggie-style, while she perched on a couple of chairs. Only then did I remember that moment as I approached my climax when the Major complained about Vera's poor fellatio skills -- and that it had been MY voice that instructed him, "Fuck her. THAT works." I hadn't even looked at her... I didn't even realize I was saying it at the time -- I was too far gone in the pleasure of Beth's lips! Vera had presented a momentary annoyance and I'd swatted it like a fly, processing the whole thing below the level of conscious thought. The Major had complained, and the source of the complaint had identified itself as Vera and a little voice said, "She's fouling things up again!" and irritation set in -- and I told a stranger to penetrate my wife/slave/significant other vaginally without EVER consciously realizing I'd done it!

Well, I was watching now... Vera's head hung down and her whole body rocked as the Major had his way with her; she was biting her lips and moaning and raising her head periodically, but acting afraid to look in my direction. It flashed through me suddenly what this all meant; she was fighting an orgasm! She couldn't bear to know that I was watching her lose the battle with her nature; couldn't stand the embarrassment and humiliation of having an orgasm with a strange man while under the eyes of her husband!

This was it, then -- the final straw -- I knew it instinctively. I reached out, rubbing her cheek and pulling her face up where she could lock eyes with me. "Do a good job," I enjoined her. "I'm watching." I picked up the whip, which had lain on the floor, discarded, and added, "See this?"

She knew it then -- there would be no reprieve. She would orgasm -- I expected it! The battle was lost... The resistance leaked out of her as I held her eyes, and was replaced by the flood of pleasure that she'd been fighting. As it poured over her, her participation in the act went from grudging to enthusiastic and her face began to reflect pure animal pleasure. She began to pant and moan and the Major put his hands on her shoulders to keep them from becoming separated by the energy of their motions.

After that, the act lasted less than a minute; Vera pinked up and her legs started twitching and her head came up, glassy-eyed and she emitted a wordless howl -- And Major Howard grunted and crushed himself against her ass and poured forth the first load of semen to enter Vera's vagina that I was not the source of since the day we met... Of course, I might have been wrong about that, but it was the case to the best of my knowledge. I really couldn't decide how I felt about it; all I had to fall back on was the fact that I'd given him permission to sex her in the first place...

As the Major backed away from Vera and began putting himself together, I noticed a developing situation. I'd been peripherally aware that the bartender had approached with a complaint and little Frieda had placated him with fellatio; now, two others had risen from their seats at the bar and approached us. Jack was holding them off with the force of his will, for the moment -- and he appeared to have some kind of weapon secreted under the table for backup -- but the situation was fluid, to say the least. Into this standoff, Tara interjected, "Master, she isn't done!"

"What?" Jack said it for me.

"She isn't done," Tara insisted. "You've got her over the hump to where you want her, but she needs to get the full treatment, or she won't understand why. She's still all fired up." Tara turned to Frieda for support.

Frieda delivered it. "She's right," Frieda agreed. "She's there -- now she needs to see the payoff. Later, she'll need to be cuddled and told that she's a good girl and her sins are forgiven -- but right now, she needs to be sinning. She needs to dig that hole so she has to look up to see light from the bottom."

Jack blinked. "Amazingly, I think I get that. Oliver?"

"Um..." I did a self-assessment -- and it wasn't good; Beth had absorbed a truly mammoth amount of semen and I wasn't recharged yet. "I don't think I'm..."

"It shouldn't be you, anyway," Frieda pointed out.

"Oh." That left the new arrivals. I eyed the opportunists narrowly. "Diseases?"

"There's literally nothing we can't fix in orbit," Jack assured me.

"Okay." I pursed my lips in thought, but there wasn't any other solution out there, so I waved permission. "Don't break it. No anal."

"Right." The pair moved forward.

I shifted my attention to the subject of the exercise. "Vera..."

"Um?" Vera wasn't there, really; she was masturbating, glassy-eyed, proving the truth of Tara's and Frieda's assertions

"Practice your oral, Dear," I directed, "And kneel up for the nice man." It was rank insanity, but then Vera was visibly not herself and I was CERTAINLY not myself...

"Hmmmm?" Vera took in the pair approaching her. "Oh, good." If ever there was an indication that she was far gone, that had to be it... She moved into position, the soul of cooperation, and started impaling herself on the penis of the unknown male behind her while her mouth opened to engulf the penis of the other individual. She settled into a motion that might lead one to believe that the two shafts were one and went right through her, backing off to the tip of the one in her mouth while burying the one behind in her vagina, then moving forward to take the one in her mouth deep while withdrawing from the one behind...