her drawers would permit, Clara offered herself invitingly to the lewd insinuations of his fingers, which, from moment to moment, curled right under her bottom and titillated her cunny, making her hips wriggle agreeably. Her bottom was indeed somewhat pink, but whether this was from some initial ministrations of the leather or the result of the fervent caresses it was receiving, Belinda was unable to decide. This conundrum was, however, solved for her by the murmurings of conversation that then came to her ears. 'Do you not like it, my pet?'.
'Oh, yes, Papa, and how big it is! Truly it became stiff the moment I pushed my drawers down. Is it not naughty for us to do this, though?'.
'Indubitably, my darling, but that is the spice of it. What an adorable little cunny you have and how moist it is after your strapping'.
'Wicked Papa, I thought you would not leather my poor bottom. It stung me so!'
'That is its intent, my dear, to bring your bottom well up to your pap's cock, as so it did. What silky thighs you have and how plump and firm your bottom is! Rub faster, my pet. Put your tongue in my mouth and open your legs more so that I can tease your cunny all the better'.
'Ooooh, Papa! I feel so strange-my tummy is all afire!'
'You are about to come, Clara, even as I. Soon enough I shall put my cock to your cunt and we will lather one another deliciously. Ah, you minx, work your bottom and tongue more!'
Stung by jealousy, and yet not a little moved by the amorous spectacle, Belinda would have found herself quite unable to move had it not been for the unwonted intrusion on the upper floor of one of the servants, which caused her to hasten back to her room where she sat in a frightful lather of frustration at not knowing the continuance of the affair. As luck would have it, however, the intruding maid caused her brush and pan to drop, which in turn alarmed the overheated occupants of the study and Clara in particular. Fearing that her mama was about to witness the stolen moment, she uttered a little cry of alarm and, starting back from her papa, swiftly pulled her drawers up. He, realising that the opportunity was lost, just as hastily covered himself as with a loud 'Herrumph!' he offered vocal warnings to his daughter that he prayed might be heard beyond the door and so exculpate the pair.
Within minutes then, while Clara hastened to her room, he had presented himself to his wife in such a lewd state that she, deeming it better not to confess what she had witnessed, fell back upon their bed at his gruff bidding and received within seconds the lordly offering of his bubbling sperm.
'My dear, what an excited state you were in', Belinda chided him softly, while yet his throbbing prick soaked in her then well-oiled quim.
'Indeed, it must be the heat of the day, my love', he had answered pantingly.
'Of course', her reply had come while clutching him greedily still between her thighs. For, having received such a heavenly effusion, Belinda decided to say naught-of what she had seen nor to give any hint as to her knowledge of the affair. From then on, however, she became more watchful while Clara for her part became ever more devious and frequently joined her papa in the summerhouse or some other discreet rendezvous. He rapidly introduced her to all the amorous arts, inducing her to imbibe his sperm by way of her pretty lips and her rosy bottomhole as well as her cunt.
By then Clara had attained her seventeenth birthday and was in such a glow of health that her mama renewed her suspicions, for the winsome girl had become positively smug and would frequently give her papa the most amorous looks when she thought they were not observed. Soon enough, as must occur in all such matters, carelessness intruded. Having ensured that the couple found no opportunity whatever for their illicit passions, Belinda put her vigorously equipped husband to such frustration that he was mindful to find cause to give Clara another strapping, which intent he thought it frightfully clever to avow openly.
Playing her part as well as she could, Clara sobbed and protested to no avail-as well she hoped-since she had been deprived of a lusty ramming for several weeks.
'Why, Clara, you must obey your dear papa at all times', declared Belinda, who was then careful to add that she intended to retire, which intelligence of course delighted both her husband and daughter, though they were careful not to show it. 'I am tired, my dear, so you must forgive me. Apply the strap to the naughty girl's bottom well, for I am sure she stands in need of it', she averred and then made great play of entering her boudoir and closing the door. Albeit that her heart was beating rapidly, Belinda allowed quite some minutes for passions to reach their heights and endeavoured to distract herself by disrobing to her corset and stockings and casting on a peignoir.
She had now every intention of interrupting the pair, though in truth she knew not what she was to do upon effecting her surprise entry. To her ears for several minutes came the regular smacking of the strap and the plaintive cries and moans of Clara, which her mama knew well enough by now how to interpret. With her pulse racing and her palms not a little moist, Belinda then moved quietly along the corridor in the direction of the study and silently opened the door.
Clara at first neither heard nor saw her, for she was in the very throes of pleasure. Her dress, chemise, and drawers, cast off, lay upon the floor in artful mingling with the little-used strap. Nearby, Lord Smithers' garments equally adorned the carpet together with his boots. Naked as the day, he knelt upon the divan with his stiff prick half-inserted in the moist nest of his daughter who, on hands and knees before him, looked divinely desirable in her white-silk stockings, pink garters, and nothing else save for her boots. At that very moment, her papa's cock was entering her again after several juicy thrusts, which had already churned their bellies warmly. Bowed over her, his palms fervently cupped the luscious gourds of her titties, whose creamy, swollen surfaces offered the tingling of her aroused nipples to his touch.
Murmuring incoherently but blissfully, Clara kept her flushed face resting on her forearms while moving her hips about gently as he had taught her to. Reaching his free arm under her smooth tummy, her papa caused his fingers to toy around her clitoris while his cock moved powerfully in and out between the greedily sucking walls of her cunt. Oiled as it was by her secretions-for Clara had already come once even as he had inserted his bulbous knob in her quim-his prick moved easily. Albeit that she was blissfully tight, she had learned rapidly how to apply the nutcracker action of her interior muscles to draw him on.
Thus was the lascivious spectacle that came to Belinda's eyes as she stood swaying in the doorway. Becoming aware of her presence, Clara uttered a wild cry and his her face. For his part, however, Lord Smithers seized her waggling hips and rammed his charger full into her so that her heated bottom-cheeks balled tightly into his belly. Casting out one strong arm, he seized his wife's wrist and he pulled her down beside them.
'Ah, Harold, no!', Belinda cried, finding her face adjacent to her daughter's while her robe was manfully thrust open and her own cunt offered to her husband's hand.
'Yes, Belinda ', croaked he, determined not to be deprived of his final pleasure in this ardent moment and, indeed, to add to it. His wife's sturdy, black-stockinged legs, kicking wildly, contrasted erotically with the white ones of Clara, who could do nothing but moan as his pestle continued to pound her. All was then lost in the wild passion of the moment.
Tom between outrage and arising passion, Belinda succumbed, knowing well enough that she had no other course to take anyway other than to totally disrupt the very relations that ensured her steady supply of caviar and champagne. Thus did opportunism reign. Joining mouths and tongues wildly together in the haphazard squirmings and wrigglings that ensued, all three ran a delirious course until a softly breathing quiet obtained. Continuing to soak his rammer in the frothing quim of Clara, who by then lay flat beneath him, Lord Smithers afforded his wife the most passionate of kisses and continued to caress her own pulpy slit.
'Oh, Harold, what are we at!', murmured Belinda hotly.
'Naught but pleasure, my pet, and who is to say us nay. But come, let us all to the boudoir where we may have a larger bed on which to spread ourselves'.
Withdrawing then his still-thick penis from his daughter's come-soaked nest, he aroused the pair to their trembling legs.
'Oh, Mama, what are we to do! I cannot!', Clara wailed, covering her blushing face.
'What nonsense, Clara, you have done it with Papa once and you might as well do it again', declared Belinda rather to her own surprise. Swept up in her father's arms, Clara was then carried to the nuptial bed, kicking and sobbing theatrically, as she felt it necessary to do. In this, Belinda saw well enough her opportunity for some revenge at least, and persuaded her husband to spank the wicked girl soundly in their bedroom until. If not quieted, she was at least sufficiently subdued to find a panting pleasure in his thoroughly re-aroused cock, which both mother and daughter then dutifully fondled. Thereat, their lord and master threaded them both in turn, much to their shameful delight, as each again witnessed the other in the throes of desire. By morning, indeed, Belinda had been thrice pumped and Clara twice more, so that each received their due, the sheet being much puddled with all
