Thighs trembling, he felt the over-proud erection of his penis blatantly evidencing its rise through the cloth of his trousers in a manner that his jacket could no longer conceal. Through the fine gauze of Astrid's gown he could perceive the sharp perking of her nipples and the full brown aureoles of crinkled flesh that surrounded them. His knees felt weak and his mouth grew dry.
'I know not wh… what to say, my dear', he stammered.
'It is as well that you do not, Father. Your behaviour has been reprehensible in all respects. A sense of weakness and lack of purpose clouds the household. I propose to disperse it. To this end shall I henceforth rule. My dictates will become your wishes, unspoken as the latter must be. You will seek for nothing that I do not offer you, yet neither cruelty nor scorn are my intent. You have but to signal your total obedience to my commands and all shall be well. Kneel, Sir!'.
At that, her father sank to his knees with a groan, his nostrils twitching as he inhaled the subtle mixture of perfumes that emanated from her body. Smiling to herself, Astrid loosed the tie of her robe slowly and allowed the frail garment to flutter to the floor behind her, where it lay in a limp, black pool. Raising his head hesitantly then, he gazed with awe upon the proud, naked jutting of her breasts and such hints of delight as her sheathing drawers revealed.
'You may kiss my thighs', Astrid murmured distantly, moving full over him as she spoke and then once more placing her long, shapely legs firmly apart.
'Oh, my dear-my dearest!', croaked her father. Reaching his trembling hands up, he sought to clutch the backs of her thighs but received for the gesture a sharp swishing of the thongs across his back.
'No! You do not touch, Father! Lay your lips but once in homage to the skin of my thighs and then remain upright. Your cock is well up, I see, but it is not for the purpose of assuaging it that I have called you. There! It is done. I see well enough where your eyes are cast. It is for that purpose that I have retained my drawers. Up with you! Stand still!'
Scrambling to his feet and dizzy from the impress of her lips upon her smooth, velvety skin, Ralph Cane gazed upon his daughter with such a lust as he could scarce contain. Yet Astrid had judged him well by now. His downfall had come from the moment he had intruded upon her whipping of Patricia. Had he wished- and had she indeed been weaker-he might then have taken command. There were men who would have done, but Astrid knew in her heart they too could be finally quelled by a knowing woman who feared not to stride her true path. Watching him teeter slightly on his feet, she compressed her lips and moved in tigerish fashion around him, flicking contemptuously at his buttocks in a way that made him groan and flinch.
'I b… beg you, Astrid, dear!'.
'I have no doubt that you do, Father. There are treasures in your own house, are there not? Alas, you have come late in the discovery of them. Be wilful and you will receive nothing, for Patricia and Jemima are as tightly under my control as you. Do you not wish it so? Speak the truth!'
'Yes! Yes, Astrid'.
'A confession fully made at last, but I do not intend to doff my drawers in token of it, as you may be wishing. I mean not to spoil you, Papa. There will be certain pleasures for you, attendant on your obedience. Remove your clothing now and be not long about it. I wish to see this lustful equipment you are evidently intent on displaying to us'.
'Astrid, you shame me!'
'Far from shaming you, my dear, I excite you. Let us not bandy words. Show me your cock and balls upon this instant or I will truly whip you. Down with your trousers!'.
Mouth wobbling in amazement and cheeks flushed, her father hastened to obey, not failing to see that Astrid moved her hips alluringly as he displayed himself. Moist with perspiration, his hands trembled as he finally divested himself of his shut and stood naked, his penis pronging up his belly. Allowing her eyes to reply hotly to his, Astrid held the handle of the whip warningly against his buttocks and weighed his heavy balls in her palm though she deigned not to touch his cock, which quivered in an intensity of longing for her caress. Its girth and its length pleased her, full-veined and throbbing as it was. Again her hips moved sensuously, causing her father's hands to clench in abject longing. Yet, recalling vividly that his aunt had frequently so handled him, he remained still.
Astrid's voluptuous little movements were caused not, however, by desire but by the fact that she longed more and more to relieve herself. The tension in her thus grew, for the retaining of her bladder caused her a particular sensual pleasure such as she had experienced before his entry. Turning about and making every footstep measured so that her silk-sheathed bottom-cheeks surged and rolled deliberately, she reached the window and gazed for a long moment out of it in a seemingly pensive mood. With each second, the tension of desire grew in her, yet she sustained it. With each second, too, her waiting sire swayed upon his feet, feeling all at once foolish, lewd, and humbled as his soul had so often cried out for him to feel.
Glorious as a goddess, Astrid then turned and allowed him to drink in the jellied wobbling of her tits and the sensuous appeal of her thighs and hips. That he had somehow maintained his silence was to her liking. It boded well.
'Lie upon the bed, legs together and your arms at your sides', she commanded in the crispest of tones that brooked no refusal.
In that moment, perhaps, Ralph Cane thought that heaven was truly to be. As indeed it was, though not immediately in the manner around which his lustful thoughts raged. No sooner had he settled himself in the very centre of the bed than Astrid sprang. Coming full upon him, she parted her legs about his head and, facing his feet, splurged the cheeks of her knickered bottom full upon his face, bringing a grunt and a groan from her father as he sought vainly to suck in air. The melange of scents that now assailed his nostrils was truly divine. Astrid's perfume mingled with the musky aroma that exuded from her cunny while yet from between her squashing bottom-cheeks a different effluvia faintly tickled his nostrils.
Not moving at first as his groans sounded, Astrid then settled herself more firmly so that his nose thrust into the silk between her half-moons. Her hips stirred slightly, but not sufficiently to displace her. The tickling heat in her cunny was now growing apace and she knew she could not much longer withhold the call of Nature. Hearing his snorting increase, she lifted herself but half an inch to allow his lungs to suck in air and then descended her bottom majestically once more. The moment was nigh upon her and she comforted herself mischievously-but also with a heated blurring of desire-that her father well deserved that which he was about to receive.
Moving her hands up slowly, she first cupped the snowy globes of her breasts, savouring as might a lover the silky, heavy orbs before brushing her thumbs back and forth over her well-risen nipples. The muffled gasps that came from beneath her she ignored and but tightened the grip of her knees against his shoulders.
'Julia!'.
The name came silently and as in both greeting and homage to the one who had converted her to full womanhood. The surface of her belly rippled and her nostrils flared, her bottom-cheeks so tightening that they nipped the tip of her sire's nose.
Red-faced beneath, under the enclosing darkness of her bottom and with his prick pulsing madly under her dimmed gaze, Ralph Cane felt at first a slight trickle pass through the silk of her drawers and lave his mouth. At his spluttering then, Astrid smiled angelically. The sight of his wavering cock, with its swollen crest, no longer interested her but remained a distant image in her mind. She had begun to piss and the itching delight of trying to control it stirred her senses madly. Her bulbous bottom moved, squirming and rubbing over his nose, mouth, and cheeks. In the dressing table mirror that faced the end of the bed, Astrid could see only the upper half of her nubile figure, but it sufficed. Above all, she could see her own beautiful, glowing features and the poking of her stiff nipples, rosy brown through her slim fingers.
The moment was now-the moment of the male's complete submission to the victorious female.
'GURRRR!', Ralph croaked beneath her. Splashing, sparkling, and hissing, her golden rain inundated his face, flooding his nostrils and his mouth with an acrid sweetness that stung his skin. Had it not been for his own choking sounds, he might have heard from above him the contented humming of Astrid as she released herself fully and with total abandon until her drawers were as soaked as was her father's face.
'HAAAR!', she shuddered happily to herself and gave her splurging bottom a final, wet wriggle before daintily raising her hips and moving off the bed with the lightest of feline movements. Groping about blindly and sucking in both air and the golden tribute she had rained upon him, Ralph twisted all about and then made to rise, his palms sweeping madly across his thoroughly wetted face.
'Lie! I have not told you to rise!', Astrid snapped. She wanted now to come, but she did not intend to afford
