Walter Ellison: Hot like mom

"No, no, no!" Mary protested.

Johnny picked up her pretty panties and unceremoniously stuffed them into her mouth. He then tied her bra around her head to hold the gag in place. Mary squirmed and wriggled as several of the boys held her down. They had parted her legs and one boy was smearing Vaseline on the lips of her cunt.

Johnny moved into position, rubbing the head of his dong over the lubricated lips. When his cock was sufficiently erect, he shoved it into her cunt until it met her hymen. He leaned over her body, supporting himself on his hands and knees. The head of his cock began pushing against the taut maidenhead. The crossing guard began to writhe with the pain. The cock pushed at the virginal flesh and suddenly shoved inside. Mary screamed into her gag and began to cry.

The boy began to ride her. He fucked in and out masterfully. And Mary, though she was in pain, began to fuck the boy back! He had hurt her, but now he was giving her pleasure! She liked the idea that they had tied her and rendered her helpless. In this way she was not troubled by guilt feelings. After all, what could she have done? In fact, being tied and gagged felt good. It caused a sensual glow to sweep through her body. She liked it. It aroused her more than her fingers had. But not more than this fucking which she was undergoing. The boy fell on her breasts and she faintly felt the spurts of come hitting the sides of her vagina. She had been fucked.

"Well?" Johnny asked later. "How did you like getting fucked?"

"It was great," Mary told him. "And I have a confession to make."

"What?" Johnny inquired.

"I really liked it when you tied me up and gagged me," Mary told him in naive honesty.

"Really?"

"Good," Johnny told her. "The next time you come to a meeting we'll play some real far-out games like the models in some of my older brother's dirty books."

"What kind of games?" Mary asked, quite puzzled.

"Owes with whips and ropes, and paddles, and spanking."

"Spankings?" Mary said in complete surprise. "Yeah, some older people dig that sort of stuff. My father hurt me good when he used to spank me," Mary said. "How can it be fun?"

"We'll find out," Johnny assured her. "We'll experiment."

"Great," Mary said. "Oh, Johnny?"

"What?"

"Would you fuck me again?"

"Sure."

Mary's home life changed after the incident in the boys' clubhouse. She had become more aware. She was no longer the naive twenty-two-year-old police crossing guard. She was now a whore. There was no doubt about it. She was a whore. She didn't feel different, but her mind was different in the sense that she was no longer ignorant. She knew more now. The boys had taught her more in one day than her family had in twenty-two years! She liked sucking off the boys. She liked getting fucked. And she would enjoy the games that she and the boys would play in the future.

Mary found herself analyzing her father and mother. She also found herself contradicting her father at times. Her father was quite angry with her, and even threatened to spank some sense into her. Mary was titillated by the idea. She wondered if he would take down her panties and spank her. She decided to test him and see how far she could go. She began to argue with him concerning women's rights. Of course her father was a staunch chauvinist. He ordered her to shut up and not to disagree with him. Although she found herself trembling with fear she managed to get up the courage to tell him no, she wanted and had as much right to be heard as he did!

Her father was surprised to hear his daughter talk to him in this manner. Not since she was a child had she behaved as she was now. The old man took his daughter by the ear and led her screaming into the master bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed and drew her protesting form over his knees.

"Daddy, please don't, I'm sorry! I won't do it again… I promise, Daddy, never in… please don't spank me!" Mary cried out. She was genuinely afraid now. She remembered the spankings she had received as a child; she knew one thing – they hurt!

The next thing she knew, he was tugging down her panties with one hand while he held her tightly around the waist with the other. Mary was truly embarrassed now as she felt her panties hugging her knees. Her backside was bare to his hand as well as his eyes. She imagined that he was studying her ass well before he began whipping it, because he took a long time to get started. She began to feel strange. She enjoyed the idea that maybe her father was enjoying her naked behind. A sexy feeling began flowing through her. She forgot about the impending pain. She was beginning to turn on. Her own father was turning her on!

"Do you like my fanny, Daddy?" Mary asked contritely, with a hint of saltiness in her voice.

"You witch!" her father shouted at her. "How dare you think those thoughts about your own father! You are a pig!"

The man spanked her ass with his heavy hand.

"OUCH!" Mary screamed out. The blow had really hurt her.

Again the palm came down upon her reddening ass. The full cheeks danced and bounced under the brutal treatment. Vivid spots of reddened flesh appeared and Mary was soon crying with the pain. Yet throughout the ordeal, as one part of her personality cringed with the pain, another part was filled with longing and sexual desire! Although she begged her father to stop the spanking, she also wanted it to go on. She was discovering a new side to her personality. Pain turned her on. Frightening experiences made her feel sexy.

Her father spanked her tender ass one last time. He was breathing heavily and when he dumped her on to the floor, Mary saw that his cock was erect. There was a bulge in his pants. She was seized by the impulse to relieve him. She wanted to suck on his cock!

Her father lay back on the bed, trying to regain his composure. Mary crawled to him, and before he could stop her, she had his zipper down and his huge cock in her hands. The man sat up just in time to see his prick disappear into his daughter's warm mouth. He groaned and cursed her but made no effort to stop her. In lees than a minute his bulging prick pumped its load of hot semen deep into her mouth.

"Oh, my God," the man moaned. "What have I done?"

His daughter looked up at him, a smile etching itself on her face. Small drops of semen formed at the corners of her lips, and he watched in fascination as her pink tongue licked them up before she swallowed them.

Without a hint of guilt she said, "Wasn't that nice, Daddy?"

"Oh, my darling, of course it was nice. But it was also a sin."

"No, Father, it was pleasurable."

"Pleasure is the Devil's tool with which he tempts us," the man preached. "We have done a wicked thing. We must be punished."

"What?"

"Yes, your mother will punish us for our wickedness."

"Mother?" Mary questioned. Was he going to tell her about what had taken place? Would she understand?

"You will wait here," her father told her. "And pull your panties up and stop acting like a tramp."

"Yes, Daddy," Mary said.

In a short while her father returned with her mother.

"So this is the wicked whore?" her mother asked.

"Yes, darling," her father answered in a little-boy manner.

"Don't fawn, dear, you are guilty too."

"Yes, my dear," her father whined. "Your father tells me you committed a vile act?"

"No, Mother, it was not vile. Ask him if it was pleasurable."

"Is that so, dear?" her mother asked of her husband.

"Well, y-y-yes," he said unsurely. "Would you show me what you did, Mary?"

"You mean do it again?" Mary asked.

"Of course, how else can I measure your guilt and decide on your punishment?"

"Oh," Mary said.

Her mother ordered her father to get on the bed and take up the same position that he had been in when the vile act occurred.