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Retribution

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My sister was spending a week or so visiting an old friend so I volunteered to drop in to water house plants and generally do thing that her husband, Alan, might forget. Mary, my daughter, had volunteered to join me to 'help' but I think she was more attracted by their pool and possibly their sybian. We got there late morning and managed to navigate the alarm.As expected my daughter said she would take a dip whilst I checked the house. I called to her that I would join her later as she walked pulling off the few clothes she had on. I did watch for a moment as she piled clothes on a bench. She had her back to me, her body looking very white and smooth. Her bottom was delicious as she bent over, thighs not quite together, and then she was running and a very inelegant jump into the water to make as big a splash as possible.I spent the next half an hour moving around the house doing some of those jobs that Mark, my brother in law, would never think of. I was in the master bedroom when I heard the unmistakable noise of the sybian. It is in a small room next to the bedroom and an opening has been added to give direct access. When they got the sybian my brother in law had stipulated that there were to be no doors to the room and that it was to be assumed that anyone in there was 'available'.I stood just inside the door and watched her. She was still naked, just a towel around the shoulders, leaning forward, and eyes closed, breathing deeply. The machine grumbled on a fairly low setting but the sight was enchanting. Her jet black pubic hair was a strong contrast to her white skin and I could see that she had allowed the hair under her arms to sprout as well.Although my breast are sensitive I am, what hubby calls, cunt focused. My hands usually go to my groin first and it is only later that I work on my hard nipples. On this occasion however it was nice to reach up under my top and bra to fondle a nipple as Mary took her pleasure.She moved to adjust the control and gasped as she saw me. Quickly realizing that I was not annoyed with her she smiled, a smile that could melt my heart, and continued to wind up the vibrations but did have the grace to blush a little more than just caused by the machine.The sybian is never subtle so she was rapidly approaching a plane where her pleasure was the only inhabitant. It is an almost mystical experience where realities can dissolve, focusing all awareness within. My vagina was demanding attention so I started to undo the top of my jeans. Our eyes met for a moment but then there was a look of alarm on her face.Before I could react I was startled as strong arms moved round me to grasp my breasts. Jerking my head around I met the laughing eyes of my brother in law.I mentioned before that the rules of the room meant that I, and my daughter, were 'available' to him. That rule was not about rape but about license. Whilst I could let the fantasy unroll I knew that the slightest hint of objection from me would stop things completely. I may be a bit of a PT sometimes but not now.My hand reached up to pull his head into a kiss as his hands slid up onto my breast and down into my panties. Moments later I was topless, my bra was up around my neck and jeans loose around my thighs as we kissed. He finger fucked and mauled me for several minutes. I must have looked a total slut to my daughter and indeed I must be, as the thrill of being displayed to her gave me an extra charge.Next I was pushed forward onto the floor and my jeans pulled off me. I kicked off my knickers and lay flat, face down, with my legs apart. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping were followed by a couple of stinging blows to my arse. Whimpering I raised myself to him.This is absolutely my favorite position. The upper body on the floor, buttocks raised and thighs spread. With both cunt and anal orifices on display it feels like complete submission, wantonness, or both, according to ones mood.Alan is quite big but not a cruel man despite the charade that was evolving. I felt him slide the head of his member up and down my lips, getting it nicely juiced with my outpourings. He took his time sliding from clit to anus again and again pausing only to let it partly penetrate my labia before withdrawing and continue to tease."You bastard Alan. Will you please fuck me"He slid fully home in the conventional opening the feel of which brought several further expletives to my lips. Alan fucks with slow full and deep strokes. Cries of harder faster are ignored which, of course, makes it both better and worse. I could feel my orgasm approaching, tantalizingly slowly, as he took his pleasure. I was grunting and swearing urging him on in with coarse language which I knew he would relish. Similarly I announced the arrival of my orgasm and he did not waver from the steady pounding I was getting despite all the efforts of my vagina to hold him in me.Sometimes I blub after I come and I did again after my contractions had subsided. He paused his assault only then, fully in me but just rubbing my face and hair. Calming a little I squeezed hard, indicating that he could continue. He withdrew, flipped me onto my back and lifted my ankles over his shoulders. This position sheds the last vestige of any dignity as you become a receptacle of male pleasure, which adds that special edge. Faster now, I could tell that his ejaculation was imminent. Guys are, in equal parts, powerful and helpless at that special moment. He chose to withdraw and pump over my, now wet and matted, black bush.This was unusual for him but I quickly realized that he was showing off to my daughter. He let me uncoil my body and gave me a grin a he readjusted his clothing. Crouching down for a moment his fingers briefly touched my face before he was gone. I totally love that man with my whole body.I lay there for a while; indeed I may have even slept briefly. Feeling my senses adjust to the moment I rolled over to look at Mary. She too was laying on the floor but face down. Her back showed a sheen of perspiration. She looked absolutely lovely. I stroked her elbow and she started to wake up. "Wow!" was all she could say.I gathered up my clothes and suggested we have our swim. She held my arm as we walked down the wide staircase together.The cold water was shocking but delicious and we swam around slowly enjoying its cleansing sensation. Eventually Mary pulled herself out and sat on the side. Her black hair long and wet hung down over one breast, to her navel, glistening like a beacon under the grey sky. Her thighs were held apart with no self-consciousness, her black pubic hair emphasizing her nakedness. I held my breath for a moment, as any mother might, utterly captivated by her beauty.She caught my look and poked out her tongue at me. We both giggled and moved into the shower room. We enjoyed a shower together and were soon dressed and driving away."I think I am still in shock" she said. "He has a really big willy". Whilst she had seen him naked before she had never seen his erection, red and angry, pressing into a wet pussy or pumping spunk. "Yes" I said remembering. "Your father will give me a good spanking for that”. She looked at me curiously for a moment. "You really like that don't you?" "Yes" I said my face colouring. Now let’s get our retaliation in first by going shopping.”We bought some underwear and Mary bought a very sophisticated looking crimson long dress. I understand that her lover (female) had made some comments about her dressing like a tart. I thought it was too old but when she modeled it all I could do was nod.I tried not to focus on the amount as I typed in my PIN. “Your father will insist on dating you himself when he gets the bill." "I might just let him" she replied as our eyes locked for a moment.Three weeks later my sister had returned and we met for coffee. Alan and I had told our respective partners about the encounter and we had laughed about it on the phone. "Tell me again what happened” She was not annoyed but there was an edge to her voice. After repeating the story I asked her if there was a problem.She told me that she had returned home one evening the previous weekend and found her husband naked and asleep on the bed. On grasping his unusually shriveled penis she was told quite firmly "just let me sleep".The following day the story came out. Just after Anne left the house there was a loud knocking on the door. Alan was still in bed but thinking it was a delivery he had grabbed a robe and eventually answered the door. It was Mary and Susan dressed, or undressed, for maximum effect.It did not take long for them to uncover his rapidly growing member. You cannot really blame the guy. What man is going to resist two energetic nubile young women with sex on their mind.Here then narrative gets Woolley as the only participant that is talking has difficulties recalling the sequence. Apparently Mary lost little time impaling herself on his erection. She bounced herself to an orgasm as Susan crouched with her blond sparsely covered pussy over his face. They swapped and they were not long thus mounted before Alan, on sensual overload let go his first salvo.These young women had only ever had young lovers so were used to a short 'turn around'. They enthusiastically sucked him, massaged him presented their breasts to him to restore his virility. The second discharge came during the fourth fuck and the day descended to more debauchery.He thinks he ejaculated five times and a sixth orgasm, painfully and almost completely dry, made him raise the white flag in surrender as he could raise nothing else."I’ve not had anything from him in 4 days. The poor man is exhausted. I established that there was nothing seriously wrong with him and apologized on behalf of my daughters. "Let’s pop home for a glass of wine and a council of war.Well the wine ended up as champagne taken naked in our Jacuzzi. Another bottle was taken in my bedroom as I clamped my mouth to her pussy to relieve her frustration. Finally I found my largest strap on and fucked her with some vigor. Afterwards I lay on her shoulder suckling a breast as we drifted off to sleep.I woke later in the afternoon and left her sleeping as I made a call. I woke her with a kiss saying that her taxi would be here soon. When she was out of bed I handed her a robe and a bag with all her clothes. I also explained that the chauffer would be my husband. My final whispered instruction to him was "Fuck her at least twice before you leave her." I understand that most of the journey home was spent with the robe open playing with her pussy and that my instruction was more than fulfilled.The next day she called me and thanked us for helping her in her moment of need. I said that we both had enjoyed it and that I could still taste her on him when he got back. We chatted for a while and eventually the matter of the two teenage sluts was raised. We felt that they should not get away completely unscathed.The girls were planning to set themselves up in a small flat convenient for Mary for a course she planned to attend and not too far for Christine, her lover, to get to her office. They had worked hard and saved up quite a bit of money but they would require help to close the deal. Mary had easily got her father to agree but as usual had said that the final decision was mine. Anne and I offered to take them shopping one Saturday to look for 'things for the flat' and afterwards we brought them back here. A bottle of wine was opened, drunk and a second started before we told them we had to talk to them seriously. "Did they realize how badly they had treated Alan".They did have the grace to blush but then caught each other's eye and burst into laughter". "It, I mean he, looked alright to us." Anne, looking very stern, told them off and reminded them that they needed a large sum of money if they were going to get their flat. That did make them take things more seriously but then she really shocked them. "Getting the money, or not, depends on how well you take your punishment.""Punishment?" they said, almost in unison.Anne informed them that they were to be spanked like the naughty children they were. Sex was something that adults do and in an adult way. This was to be a reminder. Any protest, any rebellion, then there would be no money.There was total silence for about a count of 20.Then Anne said "Mary I want your bare bottom across my lap now"Her eyes locked with mine for a moment. Her deep green eyes looked right into my soul. Her cheeks were bright red and I could see just a suggestion through her bra and top that her nipples were erect."OK but this is completely unfair” As she spoke she stood and raised her hands under the sides of her skirt and walked to Anne with her thumbs in the side of her knickers. Standing in front of her Aunt she lowered them to her ankles, stepped out and draped herself over Anne's thighs, her hands on the floor. The short denim skirt was quickly pulled right up to fully expose her and a hand placed near her waist to hold her. I noticed that her thighs were not exactly clamped together.Now it was my turn. "You too Christine, come here. I want your bare bum." She had more of a problem as she was wearing jeans. Christine is actually 20 so this was especially humiliating. Her blush spread to her neck she stood and undid her buttons and zip pushing everything down to her thighs. Then she hobbled to me and managed to arrange herself across me.I nodded to my sister who brought her hand down sharply on my daughter's bottom and was rewarded with a nice squeal. She repeated the slap, alternating cheeks, about a dozen times, to the accompaniment of gasps and much wriggling. She stopped, holding her down firmly, whilst I administered a similar treatment to her partner in crime.The first slap I gave produced a loud 'oh no' and a bright red mark. She kicked a little to the effect of pushing her jeans further down her leg and responded to each blow with a phrase of shock.When I stopped Anne started again. By the end of these Mary had her legs quite widely parted and was whispering 'yes' as each blow landed. I felt Christine moving and saw that she had kicked her jeans right off. She was very animated as she received her next set but kept up a continual commentary. She wanted it harder, then said "oh no" and then "please yes". Her spread thighs were showing evidence of her arousal and there was a grunt of frustration as the set came to an end.A rhythmic wet sound from the other chair indicated that things had moved on from the initial spanking. My sister was, what I can only describe as, ramming three fingers up my daughter’s splayed orifice, a thumb in the general position of her clit combined with the occasional very hard slap on her red buttocks. The slaps were accompanied by squeals of both pleasure and pain, a feeling I know intimately.I copied my sister’s action confirming my earlier notion that my partner was running over. Two fingers only at first but my thumb found its way to her other orifice. Her scream of protest was quickly silenced by a very hard slap on her rum as she pushed back a little and whispered “oh no” to herself.Their journey did not last long. My daughter was first and exploded in a loud orgasm and then was un-ceremonially pushed to the floor. She sat back on her elbows, legs apart, bent at the knees, lewdly displaying herself to me and her lover. With the digits of one hand buried to the hilt I was able to reach her clit with the other and watch her delightful conclusion. I roughly pushed her away as my sister said to them that it was time to apologise properly.She complemented the words my pulling her dress right up to her waist leaving her mass of pubic hair on show. Holding her niece’s eyes with her own there was but a moment before my daughter crawled between her aunt’s thighs. Copying her manoeuvre my own pudenda was soon available to my partner. The neutral observer may have picked up at this point that the absence of knickers on the two older women suggested that some degree of planning had occurred and who am I to disagree.A few orgasms later and the two young women were pulling each other towards a bedroom. My sister kissed me lightly on the mouth and whispered “Let us go and do what they are going to do to each other.” I agreed and whispered back. “We really must go and visit our brother”