Beth
by Allene
Chapter 37
He carried me over to the couch and laid me on my side, the
only place without stripes. Then he went to get the ointment to
put on my welts.
As he worked he said, " Darling, we must be terribly
perverted. My dick has not been this hard since I was twenty. I
Thought I was going to pass out when I came. And you! I swear I
have never seen or heard of a woman who had as powerful orgasms
as you do."
I was proud to hear him calling me a woman rather than a
girl. I said " Maybe we aren't perverted. Maybe it is just that
we have discovered something other people don't know or are
afraid to try. You know the Nuns and the preachers act as if all
sex is perverted but the Nuns never complained about the priest
whipping them. If they had not been caught by the janitor they
would still be doing it. Maybe we have been taught that anything
that feels good has to be bad just so they could keep the
ultimate excitement for themselves."
He replied, " You may have hit on something. People in strict
fundamentalist religions seem to lead unpleasant lives.Their
punishments of severe whippings to the back while clothed or even
burned at the stake no-one could ever get pleasure out of that."
Then he began rationalizing our sex together.
"Even incest has no bad connotations except in religion. We
interbreed animals all the time to improve the breed. Insistence
on cross-breeding may account for the general lack of improvement
in the human species."
" Did you ever spank Mama?"
" Yes, but never like this. They were just playful spanks for
the most part. I looked forward to her birthday so I would be
able to justify more spanks. I know she enjoyed it as much as I
did. She was very conscious of her image as a teacher and church-
member, so repressed the urge. Now that I think of it I remember
she never said anything to make me mad unless we were in a
private place so I could spank her. The making up after the
spanking and the sex was always great.
" What was the greatest experience you remember, Daddy?"
" Well let's see, Oh yes, It had to be on her twenty-first
birthday. You were about two years old and she had arranged to
leave you with friends in town. Since she could legally drink now
I brought home the ingredients for French 75's, This was a drink
made of champagne, gin, flavoring and cream that tasted like an
ice cream soda but was really powerful. I had brought home a
baby-doll nightie, after a few drinks I talked her into trying it
on for me. As you remember she always wore those flannel
nightgowns and her street clothes were so severe no-one had any
idea how great her body was. When she came out of the bedroom she
looked like a show-girl. I told her so but she was embarrassed
and wanted to turn off some of the lights. I would not do it and
after a few more drinks she asked me if I really thought she was
as pretty as a show girl. I convinced her I meant it and started
to dance with her. I could not see her and dance with her at the
same time so I pushed her away as I told her I wanted to see my
show-girl. About this time a song came on the radio with a great
beat and she did a sexy dance for me doing bumps and grinds and
shaking her titties. She had never done anything like this
before, so naturally, as I sat on a kitchen chair watching her I
became horny as a goat. When the song ended and a commercial came
on she turned off the radio and came over to tell me that she was
ready for her birthday spanking. I motioned for her to get over
my lap and to my surprise she pulled down her panties. Her
spankings had always been over her clothes, at best her
nightgown. I thought my dick was going to tear through my pants.
When she leaned over my legs the top of her baby-doll fell
down over her face. After the first few spanks the nightie worked
down her arms to be a pool on the floor. I would hit one cheek
then the other on her butt. Each spank caused her to move or
shudder so I had the double pleasure of seeing her cheeks turn
from white to pink to red while her breasts were dancing against
her chin. After about the fifteenth spank, I was not trying to
count them, she rolled over and I found I was spanking her pussy.
Every time my hand went down her pussy came up to meet it. It did
not take too many of those until I could not stand it any more
and ripped off my clothes to make it with her on the rug, then
the couch, and last in the bed. All three times the lights were
on bright so I could watch every movement of her body and see
exactly when she began to come.
Unfortunately, I had to leave early the next morning for a
agriculture class at the university. By the time I returned she
had reverted back to her inhibitions. The experience must have
scared her because from then on she would not drink or let me
spank her. I still think that if I had just cut that damn class
and stayed with her the next day she might not have reverted. Our
sex life really suffered after that. I knew how great it could be
and the missionary position with her nightgown pulled up to her
waist just did not excite me. Sex became a duty."
" Poor Daddy. I'll make it up for you. Just let me know if
you want anything."
With this statement I kissed his lips, then his neck, then
his nipples. By the time I got to his belly-button I could feel
his prick digging into my tits. When I put my mouth around his
tool he let out a long sigh. I did everything I could think of
with my mouth, tongue, lips and throat to get him to come. I had
a great desire to have him cum down my throat. Just before, he
pulled me up to sit me on his cock. He grabbed my hips and lifted
me up and down faster and faster. My tits were bouncing all over
the place. He never took his eyes off them till he came.
" God, that was great, Baby. I know it may be hard to believe
but that is the first time anyone ever went down on me. I heard
it was great from other guys but I had no idea it would be this
good."
By this time we were really tired so we went to bed to sleep
in each others arms.
