We let him rest for awhile then began to beg him to have sex with us again.
He said that he was drained and it would take something special to get him hard again. We offered to suck him but he said he thought it would be fun to see us do a "69". We didn't know what he was talking about and when he explained it sounded gross. When we protested he reminded us we had promised to be his slaves.
We agreed and to our surprise and shame we found we loved it. Even better after we came we saw that he was hard. This time it was my turn to be fucked. He had Mom fuck three of his fingers on his right hand. She bounced on them grinning like mad till we all came and then went to bed with himm cuddled between us.
Before he went to sleep he said that we were wearing him out and that if this kept up he would need help.
March, 4, 1990
Dear Diary,
About noon I heard a car come into the driveway. I peeked through the window to see a state patrol car. Naturally I was naked so I ran to the bedroom to put on my robe. I got back just as the doorbell rang.
The Patrolman came in to say he had been to Dad's house but no-one was home and our neighbor suggested he come to our house to find Mom. When I asked why he wanted to see her he told me Dad had an auto accident in California and was killed.
I don't know if it was fright or guilt but although we had ordered his death I began to cry and yelled for Mom. She came out also in a robe and when I told her what he said she began to cry too. Later we realised it was the proper response. He said they thought he must have went to sleep at the wheel because he had driven off a cliff late at night and was killed instantly.
When Jim got home we told him what had happened, He said, "Well, another perfect crime. It is a hell of a lot easier to kill someone than rob a 7-11 isn't it. Are you proud of your accomplishment?"
That brought back all our guilt, We asked him to whip us to relieve our guilt. He had us stand back to back and whipped our sensitive nipples and pussies till we fell to the floor in exhaustion.
March, 16, 1990
Dear Diary,
I have not had a chance to write for awhile. We had to arrange for the funeral and everything. The funeral made it plain how few friends Dad had. The only people there were the people in his business that appreciated the day off work and a few of his clients.
The funeral brought back our guilt. Jim whipped us or had us whip each other every night until the will was read. Dad was much richer than we had realized. Along with his business we found he owned a lot of rental property and we were given a key to his safe deposit box that was full of bonds and the combination to his safe at home which was full of cash evidentally collected from all his drug clients that he had written off as charity cases.
Jim decided we had been punished enough and decided to take us to the Barbadoes for a vacation. It was wonderful. We had a private beach so we could tan nude.
I think Jim thought he would humiliate us by entering us in an amateur nude dancing contest in a sleazy bar when we got back to florida. It did at first, but then it became exciting to be naked in front of all those cheering men. Mom was really proud to get so much applause since the competition was young college girls on spring break.
It made him mad that we enjoyed it so much. He said we should be ashamed to enjoy prancing around naked in front of a bunch of horny strangers and said we needed to be punished.
He put us back to back and pulled our arms behind us to hug each other's stomachs then put handcuffs on our wrists to hold us there.
That pressed our butts into each other and forced out our boobs for the lash. We rubbed our butts against each other trembling in anticipation. He said we could not make much noise while he tied our panties around our heads to make a gag. I could taste my pussy juices on my panties which just added to my excitement while we rubbed our butts together.
He thought that our whip would make too much noise so he took an electrical extention cord from a lamp and folded it in his hand to make a loop about two feet long.
It was perfect! It just made a soft "Whirr" noise as it sped through the air to hit us and the soft rubber just made a delightful sting as it left red lines.
He backhanded and forehanded until we had solid stipes from the top of our boobs to our thighs then finished up by bringing it up between our legs to hit both our pussies at the same time till we were covered with sweat in our efforts to get that great orgasm.
It backfired on him, we were so excited we fucked and sucked him till he just could not get hard anymore and pushed us away to go to sleep.
The next day we had enjoyed the admiration so much we bought the tiniest Bikini bathing suits we could find and paraded on the beach giggling at the whistles the boys gave us.
We are home now. Last night Jim took us to the basement to hang us up back to back with our legs spread for a whipping with a real whip to punish us for parading on the beach and just to remind us we were his slaves. He only hit hard and long enough to give us orgasms strong enough to let him alone for one night
March, 18, 1990
Dear Diary,
This morning at breakfast Mom had prepared she said, "I don't know what I should do with my house. Should I sell it or keep it in case you tire of having me around." I knew what she really wanted. After Jim had gone to sleep she had said he was wonderful but didn't have the stamina to take care of us and that if she moved back she could have a new man every night. Jim quashed that idea. He said, "You aren't going anywhere. I own you. I have already put your house up for sale."
She looked disappointed but knew she had given him the right to do it by signing a power of attorney. Then she said, "Oh. I guess I should go there to pack my things."
He said, Forget that. I went through the house. I hate all your clothes and that ugly victorian furniture. I have given your clothes to Goodwill and will auction off the rest of the stuff."
She looked crestfallen then said, "I am very nostalgic about the first part of our marriage, Can I get the picture albums?"
He said that would be alright. That encouraged her and she said, Thank you. May I have my sewing machine. Bill bought it for me so I could tailor his shirts but I also enjoyed making cute little outfits for Jane."
Jim was surprised. "You can sew! Great! You can make costumes for you and Jane. I know just the one I want."
He left to come back with two sweaters with matching pleated skirts. I was surprised because he had said I shouldn't wear them because they were too loose and the skirts were too long.
He explained, "Cheerleaders have always turned me on. I want you to make cheerleader outfits. Jane. Go get a lipstick."
I was puzzled while he used it to draw a line just below my boobs, another around me just above the hairline if I had hair then finally around my thighs just below my buttcheeks. then he drew the same lines on Mom.
He said, "I want you to hem up the sweaters to that line then cut down the waistbands and hem up the skirts. When you are done all the lines should show."
Just from looking at the lines on Mom I knew the costumes would be very sexy since it would show all of our flat tummies and almost all of our legs. She had joined me in my exercises and we both looked great. I was anxious to have him see us hoping they would really excite him.
Just before he left he got a tape of pro football cheerleaders and told us to learn the routines. I had seen the tapes and remembered I had been jealous because watching them had given him a hard-on when having me naked beside him hadn't.