Edith called for a drink break and Tom was sent to prepare the necessities. The others found lots to talk about. Edith began to play with Honey's big breasts in an almost innocent manner, but then she became aroused and as Bette and her father watched, the big brown beauty lay back with her crotch wide open so that Edith could fill it with her face. White hands rubbing brown thighs and tummy, Edith gave the woman a lovely lapping which resulted in a strong, noisy orgasm.
When Tom returned with the drinks, his wife granted him permission to go to the kitchen and have a drink. She allowed him fifteen minutes, he thanked her and, ten minutes later, he appeared in the doorway and asked for permission to return. His stiffly twitching tool was mute evidence of his enjoyment of the subservient role.
"I still can't believe that cock," Honey said as she played with it. "I wonder how much of that a woman could take in her mouth."
"Great idea. Let's have a contest," Bette suggested and the others agreed.
Bette produced a lipstick and Edith bent in front of her husband. She tried for more than thirty seconds, gagged a couple of times, then signalled she was finished and Bette drew a lipstick line, less than halfway down the shaft.
Honey was next and the lipstick quickly disappeared into her mouth. She persisted, took more of the shaft in, then gave the signal wave. The line Bette drew was a good two inches beyond Edith's achievement.
"Make room for a winner," Bette said as she handed the lipstick to Edith, gripped the strong bone and began taking it into her mouth. Obviously enjoying her work, Bette kept lowering her face, making humming sounds as she took it in.
The first lipstick line vanished, then the second, but Bette wasn't finished and then, as the others began making bets on the possibility of her taking the whole thing, she was forced to give up. Her lipstick line was a good two inches beyond Honey's.
"I think I'd rather see if I can take it all up my cunt," Honey told Edith. "Mind if I try?"
"Not at all, dear, just be sure you don't make him shoot his load. Lie down," she told her husband and he did, his tool poking up like a mast.
The others gathered around as Honey squatted above the man, fitted the head into her slit and sighed as she began to lower herself. A little at a time, she impaled herself until the last inch of shaft was in her vagina, she rubbed her behind on the man, then slowly rose until she was free of the instrument which shone with her juice.
Bette followed suit and very quickly was rubbing her bottom on the man, his tool totally buried, then when the man reported he was close to ejaculation, she got up.
"It's time to beat the bitch some more," Edith told her friends. "Normally, I'd have him jerk off, but I'll listen to any suggestions."
"I'd love to suck him off," Honey said, eagerly.
"So would I," Bette enthused, "but you may have him."
"Wait," Edith told the two. "Let's make a contest. Honey, you take it in your mouth and give him ten slow sucks, then Bette will do the same. You'll keep going that way and we'll see who gets the cream."
While he and Edith watched the two contestants at work on the big bone, he played with her breasts and buttocks and fingered her slit so that she was soon squirming hotly and his penis was rising in erection.
"You feel about ready to bugger my little girl's ass," she said as she squeezed the shaft. "I sure as hell am."
"Okay. I'll lubricate his hole before I strap him. That way, as soon as I drop the strap, you can ram it up his red ass while he's still crying. That should be fun."
They ended their conversation as they heard the man pant the word that he was going to go off. Bette had just given the ninth slow suck, she sucked again and when he didn't go off, she gave two more sucks then he was shooting and drinking as he pumped semen into her mouth, giving her as generous a drink of semen as she had ever experienced.
"You cheated," Honey said, pouting, then laughing.
"Honey's right, Bette," Edith told her young friend. "You took twelve sucks and stole the cream that should have been hers," she added with a stern expression.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bette challenged, hands on hips as she guessed what the woman had in mind and wanted it, suddenly highly aroused.
"What I'm going to do is take you over my lap and give your bare bum a good spanking. Come here." Bette pretended to protest, but Edith grabbed her by the wrist, gave her one stinging spank, then dragged her to the chair and pulled her across the big thighs. Bret felt his tool rise to strong erection as he watched what was happening to his daughter, then Edith was scolding and spanking the lovely buttocks while Bette sobbed, pleased and begged for mercy.
Edith didn't spank nearly as hard as she had when her husband was over her lap, but the spanks still rang loudly and Bette's bottom colored nicely as she squirmed over the firm thighs without trying to take her pink bum away.
The spanking went on until Bette was crying real tears and her nether cheeks glowed bright red, then the spanking stopped, Bette got to her feet, her eyes shining wetly with excitement as she rubbed the hotly tingling cheeks with both hands.
"Come to the couch, baby," Honey told her. "Mummy will kiss you better."
They hurried to the couch, but Honey ignored the bright red buttocks and fitted her mouth to Bette's vulva and went on to do a lot more than kissing, so much more that Bette was soon crying out in beautiful orgasm.
"That," Bette announced as she got up and again put her hands on her buttocks to savor the hot tingling, "was the first of many, many spankings for me. I'm hooked."
"Delighted to hear that, angel," her father told her as he felt one of the hot rounds. "I hope Daddy will be permitted to give you some of those spankings."
"If you're a good little boy, there will be many times when I'll be the naughty little girl and you'll be my stern daddy," she told him with a grin as he squeezed a buttock and trembled with anticipation.
And then they turned their attention to Edith. She was scolding her husband as he bent over, feet wide apart, behind arched, hands gripping the arm of a chair. In her right hand she held a wide leather strap.
And then she wasn't just holding it, she was swinging it and Tom was dancing and crying to the enjoyment of his audience, his limp long tool swaying. Panting and sweating as she strapped her loudly crying victim, Edith went on and on with the strapping until her victim's buttocks were a blend of dark red and purple, then she sighed as the strap fell from her hand and she stepped back, smiling at Bret as he walked to the crying man, his tool obviously ready for the task at hand.
Standing close behind Tom, he pushed his member between a pair of red cheeks, paused to savor the heat, then he gave one slow push and the head popped into a very tight anus. Another jab pushed more of it into the man, then he gripped him by the hips and began jabbing it home.
In addition to crying, Tom was moaning as his rectum took the first stiff penis it had ever known.
"It's too big," he protested between sobs. "It hurts. Please stop. Please don't fuck me anymore."
"Shut up and take your fucking, bitch," Bret said and gave his victim a stinging slap on each hip, then he renewed his grip with both hands and began buggering. He humped at medium speed and with long strokes, his tummy spanking the already well beaten behind of the man while the women stared in awe at the strange sight of one naked man buggering another.
Because he had already given Edith one charge, Bret lasted a long time before he winced, let a little cry escape from his throat then he pressed firmly against the arched, hot behind and his body began jerking strongly as he pumped a very big, high pressure charge into the tight aperture.