Families That Play Together…..

Chapter 1

Marge and I had been best friends with our next door neighbors, Don and Edie, for over five years.  They were childless and our only child, Martha, whom we called Marty, was now almost 19.  Don was a tall well-built guy, who obviously worked out at the local gym.  Edie, on the other hand, was petite, standing barely over five feet tall.  Her body was well-shaped, with small breasts, but they went well with the rest of her form.  Her bust was nothing to write home about, but because of her height, you would have to say she was well put together.

Don and Edie came over for coffee almost every Saturday morning, and we would spend a couple of hours chatting about this and that.  We had a nice bond with them, occasionally having cookouts together, and playing bridge, once, sometimes twice a week.  Yet it turned out that, until this particular morning, we didn’t really know them as well as we thought.

It was obvious that Edie was quiet and even somewhat meek in deference to Don, but I always attributed it to the fact that Don had an “A” type personality, and as an insurance salesman, tended to dominate the conversations, though never in an unpleasant way.  Marge was obviously antsy this particular day, and I was more taciturn than usual.  We both had one thought in mind, and personally I was having trouble keeping my mind on the conversation at hand.

I finally came out with our reason for being so “antisocial.”

“Look, guys, I’m sorry we’re so inattentive today.  Marty really overstepped the bounds last night, well, this morning, and I have to punish her, so, if you don’t mind, I’d like to break the coffee clatch off today.

Don chimed in.  “Well, go ahead, Buddy.  We don’t mind.”

“Well, this involves a pretty drastic one, and she’ll be naked for the punishment, so…”

“Hell, man!  Shouldn’t punishment also involve a little humiliation?  Can you think of anything more humiliating than being punished naked in front of the next door neighbors?  We’ve known Marty how long now, ….since she was 14, I guess.  Can you imagine how much more shameful this would be for her?  Damn, you guys would be welcome to watch when I spank Edie.  It’d embarrass the Hell out of her, and that’s part of what punishment should be about.”

Edie spoke for the first time in ten minutes.  “Oh, Don, please stop.”

“No, I’m serious!  How about I call you to come on over the next time I take the belt to her?”

“Oh, Don, don’t, please!”

Don glared down at Edie, who lowered her head .

“Well, uh,…let’s talk about that later.  What do you think about Don and Edie staying, Marge?”

“It might be a good thing, George.  God knows we need to slow her down somehow. This might help.”

I nodded and suggested Marge go wake up Marty and bring her down.  A couple of minutes later, Marty stood in front of my chair in her nightgown, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.

“Sit down, young lady.”  Marty took a chair next to mine.

“Your mother and I have about had it with you and your attitude, Martha.  We’ve let a lot of things go, lately, and it seems all you have done is take advantage of the situation, time after time.  Last night was the final straw.  Let’s see if I can remember all the rules and laws you broke last night and this morning.  To begin with, you snuck out of the house, about midnight, I think, without permission, you stole my keys from the hanger by the back door, you took the car without permission.  You drove without a license, since the court suspended it two months ago, because of your third speeding ticket.  You went to Herby Hopkins’ house, when we have forbidden you to see him again, because he’s a known drug dealer.  You came home around six this morning, which we only know because your mom was coming back from going to the bathroom, when you pulled into the driveway.  When she confronted you at the back door, she said you smelled like a brewery, and you were stoned and in the process of putting out a toke when she caught you.  Finally, when I checked the car this morning, I found a new dent on the back fender.  Did I leave anything out?”

Marty give a slight nod, and hung her head

I know it’s been over six months since I had to spank you last.  I thought perhaps you had matured enough that another wouldn’t be necessary, but you have proven me wrong in a big way.  All right, I want you to go into the living room and take your nightgown and panties off, if you’re wearing any, and then go get my hairbrush from our bedroom.”

Marty left the room and Don, Edie and Marge and I went into the living room and sat down.  Marty had already removed her panties and nightgown, which were in a pile on the floor.  When she came back in the room, she jumped back, when she saw Don and Edie sitting on the couch, and tried to cover her breasts and vagina, still holding the hairbrush.

“Oh, please, Daddy.  Can’t you do this without them watching?  I’m so embarrassed.”

“That’s enough false modesty, Martha.  Put your hands behind your neck and come and stand here in front of me.”

It took her several moments to do my bidding, glancing over at Don and seeing his intense interest in seeing her nakedness on display, but finally her hands went behind her neck and she stepped to within two feet of me.  It was my time to be surprised, when I found myself staring face to face, or rather face to pussy, with a totally shaven vagina, Marty’s slit, in all its glory, separating two pudgy outer lips.

“And when did you start shaving yourself, young lady!”

Marty almost whispered her answer.  “About a month ago, Sir.”

“I have to assume that’s at Herby’s request!”

Marty didn’t answer.

“Okay, hand me the brush and place yourself over my knees.”

Reluctantly Marty handed me the brush and slid her body across my lap, her bouncy breasts on one side and her bare pudendum on the other.  I looked over at Don and Edie sitting on the sofa.  Don looked like he was getting ready to watch the Super Bowl, perched far on the front of his seat cushion, expectedly leaning in to catch as much of the action as possible.  Edie, on the other hand, had her eyes half closed, looking as though she wished she was anywhere but where she was.

Though Marty knew it was coming, the force of my first blow must have startled her, because she let out a blast of air from her mouth, followed by a slight groan. I saw that the pink skin on her right butt cheek turned white momentarily, as the blood rushed from her buttock, only to turn a much darker shade of pink a few moments later.  I kept a nice slow pace, about one smack every fifteen or twenty seconds allowing time for the pain to engender itself, before the next smack.

I didn’t keep count of the number of times I brought the brush down on Marty’s soft bouncy bottom, but by the time I had finished the pinkness in her buttocks had turned to a vivid crimson, with occasional splotches of purple here and there.  Her legs had been pedaling, as though she was trying to set a record in the 100 yard race at a swim meet.  She began crying out at the third blow, and by the end of the beating she was howling and pleading for me to stop.  As I stood her up, I could see that the cheeks on her face had swollen and tears were streaming down her face and dripping down onto her perky breasts.

I ordered her to place her hands back behind her neck, go over to the couch, apologize to Don and Edie for them having to witness her punishment, and then go upstairs and put on a robe for breakfast.  Her mouth opened as if she was going to balk at the apology for a moment, but resignedly turned and crossed to the couch.

“I’m….I’m sorry that you…had to see my being spanked.”

She then quickly stepped away and raced up the stairs. I’m sure the apology was specious, but I felt it was a nice humbling conclusion to her beating.  Don let out a sigh, and sat back on the couch with a satisfied look on his face, as though he’d just won a thousand dollars in the lottery.  Edie continued to look uncomfortable.

“Well, do you guys want to come and watch the next time Edie gets her tookus reddened?”

“Oh,Don, pleeease don’t do this.”

I would have declined before Marty’s spanking, but the fact that I was feeling a slight stirring in my loins from giving my own daughter a beating, led me to wonder what the sight of Edie getting her naked trim butt smacked around might do to my libido.  I was most willing at that point to find out.

I looked at Marge, and I saw a slight glint in her eyes, as though the idea was not totally unpleasant to her.

“Well, I guess what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, so to speak.  Sure, give us a call the next time you decide to punish her, Buddy.”

“I can tell you, the way she’s acting now, that call won’t be long in coming.  I get really upset when she questions my decisions.  We’re gonna go home and discuss it right now. “

Don rose and, grabbing Edie’s hand, pulled her up off the couch.

“Come on, Sweetie.  Let’s got talk about this.”

Moments later they had exited out the back door.  Marge came over to me, and her hand reached for my crotch.

“I thought maybe I noticed a little spark of interest showing itself down here.”

She rubbed across the seam of my fly slowly, and what had been a slight carnal interest became a rampant arousal.

“Yeah, but unfortunately Marty’s about to come down for breakfast any minute now.”

“We could always make her go back to bed after breakfast, as additional punishment.  Since she’s only had about four hours sleep today, I bet she’d welcome the idea.”

Marge’s hand continued to frisk about, delving and dipping until I thought my prick was going to tear a hole in my pants.  With the sound of Marty coming downstairs, the fun stopped, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before my pants would no longer be a barrier to Marge’s groping hand.

Chapter 2

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the phone rang only moments after Marty, in her bathrobe, sitting very gingerly, had begun to eat her breakfast, and Marge and I had sat down to enjoy what we hoped would be a short cup of coffee.  It was Don, inviting us to come over and watch “a pro” show his wife not to question his decisions any more.  Marge suggested to Marty that she go upstairs and get some more sleep, after she finished breakfast.  We, in the meantime, were going over to Don and Edie’s to check on our plans for a summer vacation together.  Marty was fully in agreement, and, as she dipped into the remains of her cereal, we hurried out the door to our neighbor’s house.

Marge and I were let in by Don to find Edie sitting on a kitchen chair, bare to the waist and her arms wrapped around her chest like a large bra.  Don ordered her to place her hands behind her neck.  She gave him a glaring look, but finally did as he instructed.  This brought me to my second big surprise of the day.  Edie’s breasts were not at all large, but her nipples were puffy.  The crown of each breast was easily three inches across, looking like half a large yellow golf ball, and capping it off was a rather long brown nipple, perhaps an inch and a half in diameter and two inches long, a true boob fetishist’s dream.  I must admit, besides my surprise, I yearned to glom onto one of those bubbies, just to suck the Hell out of it!

Edie asked Don to please let her off, that she’d behave, and under her breath vowed to do all kinds of nice things for him.  Instead, Don had her stand and drop her skirt and thong.  She had a sparse bush, light brown like her hair.

Again she begged him for forgiveness.  He countered with the fact that he hadn’t beaten her for a couple of weeks, and apparently his kindness in refraining from punishing her had only made her headstrong and allowed her to begin questioning his judgment.  Obviously she needed a reminder that she was not to impugn him  regarding any decisions he made.  Edie began to tear up, but Don was not to denied, grabbing his wife’s arm and pulling her naked body into the living room, where he stood her in the middle of the room.  Marge and I followed them in, and he motioned for us to sit.

Though we knew he was strong-willed, this was a side of Don we’d never seen.  He reached into a drawer of the desk and pulled out a nasty-looking leather quirt, probably fifteen inches in length.  After whiffing it through the air several times, he moved over behind Edie, who had shut her teary eyes.  She opened them quickly with a wild look of terror, as the first blow landed horizontally smack in the middle of her two buttocks.  A pathetic  little mewl  escaped her mouth, as she again shut her eyes.

Don peppered away at her delicious little posterior for the next couple of minutes laying into her bottom with full force, until Edie made the mistake of shooting her hands back to protect her backside.  It was a mistake because Don immediately shifted positions and laid two rapid strikes on her proffered boobs, catching her once directly across her prominent left nipple.  Edie screamed bloody murder and her hands shot upward to protect her sensitive nubbins.

Don then returned to belaboring Edie’s backside again, and within two or three minutes had her buttocks looking like two ripe tomatoes and wailing like a banshee.  She was twisting back and forth, trying valiantly, but unsuccessfully, to escape the bite of the leather whip. He finally threw the quirt in a chair and went back to the desk drawer.  When he raised his arm, there, wrapped in his hand, was a large battery-operated vibrator.

“Just to show I’m not a total s.o.b….”

As he moved back to Edie he ordered her to sit in one of the easy chairs.  When she saw what he was wielding, she glanced embarrassingly over to Marge and me and made an almost imperceptible attempt to dissuade Don.  When she saw the look in his eyes, she moved to the chair, sat, and without being told spread her legs wide, so that her entire pussy was laid open to view.

Don turned the vibrator on, knelt in front of her and went to work.  We could tell she was embarrassed, as she kept looking over at us, then closing her eyes and moaning.  Don worked her through at least two orgasms, with her attempting to push his hand away finally, but she had another before her protestations succeeded in getting him to pull the tormenting/pleasure-giving instrument away from her sopping slit.

I must admit I was hot as a pistol by this time, and I sensed Marge was feeling much the same as her hand stole over to feel my hardened prick through my pants.  Don picked his naked bride up, cradling her in his arms.  As he moved up the stairs, he turned his head back to us. 

“If you’ll pardon us, we have some unfinished business.  If you do, too, I suggest you use the guest room next to the kitchen.”  Then they were gone.

I rose and led Marge into the guest room, where we spent the next hour tearing off the best sex we’d had in a couple of years.

Chapter 3

I suppose it was only human nature that eventually meant we two couples would begin to experiment with one another’s partner.  I was, as I indicated, fascinated by Edie’s puffy nipples and had begun to wonder, after watching Don spank her, as well as watching him dominate her so totally, if perhaps I didn’t have a streak of sadistic inclination in me.  I had to admit to myself that spanking Marty had left me with a semi-hard erection, but I had chalked it up more to seeing and feeling the nakedness of my daughter’s nubile body than any predilection for things sadistic, or incestuous, for that matter.  Now I began to realize that what had made the experiences we were having with Don and Edie much more exciting for me was the added element of cruelty that Don was imposing on Edie.  I had a chance to tell Don that the next time we two got together for lunch.  He smiled and said something about it being nice that he was not alone in finding dominance and discipline enjoyable.

I had discussed with Marge the fact that I was finding a certain affinity for Edie.  At first she was adamant that she saw nothing particularly attractive about Don, but during our third session with them at their house, Don had, at the conclusion of his spanking and to show us again his total dominance over his wife, unzipped his fly and forced Edie to take his rampant hard-on in her mouth.  This was the first time we had seen Don’s pride and joy, and it was, indeed, for him, something to be prideful and joyous about.  My penis is nothing to scoff at, but Don’s put me to shame.  It must have been ten or more inches long and its girth was amazing.

Although Edie had obviously had a good deal of experience blowing this particular flute, which was evident by the way she was able to ingest most of its length, she still began choking and gagging, when Don began pushing her head far down on his bone.  Don, rather than letting up a bit, kept Edie’s head buried against his pants, and, when he finally let her up for a few moments, she was gasping for breath and heavy globs of spittle were  dripping from her wide open mouth.

Soon she was back in the locked-on position and it was obvious that Don was about to spurt.  As Edie continued to struggle and gurgle, Don’s head finally fell back and with an open-mouthed gasp, it was evident that he was unloading his entire semen load down her throat.  When he finally let go of her head, Edie fell back to the floor, gulping for air and sobbing.  It was evident that she had been crying throughout the experience, as her face was sopping with streams of tears, as well as the shiny white slime from her mouth.

Don zipped up his fly and sat down as if he’d just finished reading the paper, as Edie continued to recover, pulling in huge mouthfuls of air and quietly sobbing.  I must say I was impressed with Don’s latest indication of dominance over Edie, and began to wonder what it would be like to subjugate someone so thoroughly.   I knew Marge was far too strong-willed to ever allow anything like what Don had just put Edie through, but I began to find the relationship between our friends fascinating and became slightly jealous of Don’s ability to keep Edie so subservient.  She was certainly a tad masochistic, or she would have left Don years earlier.

I spoke to Don about it the next time we were alone together, and he went into great detail about how their relationship had evolved.  It seems that when they were in college together, Don began dating Edie.  College was local for both of them, though Edie lived at home and Don had an apartment off-campus.  He was often invited to Edie’s house for meals.  Edie was an only child, and it was evident from the start that both Edie and her mother were totally subservient to her father.  He would bark orders at them and they would rush to obey.

Don had seen Edie’s father slap both her and her mother several times for petty offenses.  Then, one time when he’d been dating Edie for over a year, Edie dropped a bowl of string beans on the dining room rug, and her father flew into a rage.  He grabbed her arm and yanked her into the living room. Don  heard him grumble that he wasn’t going to make her strip off her clothes this time, because heI was there.  But he then proceeded to upend her over his lap, lift her skirt above her waist and lower her panties, to reveal an already well-bruised bottom.  For the next five minutes her father beat her bottom with his hand, as Edie moaned and groaned and wept but never screamed out, in spite of the fact that she had to be in terrific pain.  She told Don later that her father  ”didn’t allow” her mother or her to scream or make much noise while he was spanking them, and, if they did, he would use his belt on them. 

Don and Edie had made love at his apartment several times, but it had, at her request, always been in the dark.  It turned out, when she finally explained, that her father beat her often, and she didn’t want him to see her battered backside.  Don, it developed, became an avid bibliophile of sadistic magazines and books, and as his interests became more intense, so did his attraction for Edie.

After they had graduated and were married, Don started slowly, indoctrinating Edie into various forms of bondage and punishment.  The indoctrination came easily, because, apparently, Edie’s father had convinced her that the only way to keep her on the straight and narrow was to discipline her, and she had finally, over a number of years, been convinced that he was right.  Don’s forms of discipline had become somewhat bizarre as time went by, but Edie stayed convinced that punishment was her only salvation.

I told Marge what Don had told me, and she was amazed that someone could be so easily traumatized, even if it was over a period of many years.  She then proceeded to open the gates to my possibly being able to start a relationship with Edie, be it only pure sex or mixed in with a modicum of ‘command and control’!  She revealed that the more she thought about the size of Don’s schlong, the more she was enamored with the thought of what it must feel like to have one that size being slid up her waiting pussy.

I couldn’t wait to tell Don the next time we had a moment alone.  We decided to pool our resources, so to speak, and make a move toward swapping mates at the next feasible opportunity.  I warned Don that he shouldn’t try anything along the sadistic lines with Marge, because, number one, she would undoubtedly clobber him, and number two, that would be the end of their relationship.  He intimated he didn’t need to try anything of that sort with Marge, because he had all he wanted of that life-style with Edie.  He also generously offered to let me work off some of my sadistic notions with Edie, as long as I didn’t carry it too far.

The very next time Marge and I arrived at their back door, Don started out as a gracious host, serving all of us a delicious chef’s salad he had put together himself.  After lunch, Don and I sat around drinking martinis and chit-chatting about politics and sports, while the girls, matching us drink for drink, talked about daytime soaps.  We were on our fourth or fifth martini, when Don suggested a game of strip poker.  Marge was slightly reticent, but the rest of us were so gung-ho to play that she finally acquiesced. 

Within fifteen minutes Edie was down to her bra and panties, Don had only lost his shirt, Marge’s blouse was gone, and I was down to my boxers and a tee shirt.  Not long after, Edie had lost every piece of clothing.  I became so fascinated watching her puffy breasts bounce around that I lost the next two hands, and, like Edie, sat there totally nude, watching Don and Marge battle it out.  I don’t know if Marge was just very lucky that day or Don was anxious to get the game over, but, as the loser, he discarded his last piece of apparel, and ,rising with his ten-incher approaching total erection asked if anybody would like to join him in the upstairs bedroom.

Edie started to offer herself, until Don looked at her with an icy stare, and she immediately shut up.  He extended his hand to Marge, whose eyes had not left his pubes since he had stood up, and, looking mesmerized, she offered her hand and they were headed upstairs.  I, too, rose and suggested Edie and I retire to the guest bedroom.  She looked a bit bleary-eyed as she accepted my offer, and, within a minute, I was on the bed sucking on those amazing udders.  Apparently, they were super-sensitive, because she was swooning and cooing contentedly from the start.  But what turned me on even more, if that was possible, was when she suddenly went into an orgasmic throbbing, almost screeching out my name in ecstasy, just from my sucking on her nipple.

I was amazed, considering the dimensions of Don’s warhead, to find that Edie was really pretty tight, when I finally got around to inserting my penis in her vagina.  I imagine the fact that her body was petite, and that she had never had children would explain some of that, but it still shocked me a little, that I was having to use a goodly amount of pressure to push myself all the way in.  Edie, it turned out, was a dynamo in bed, giving every bit as good as she got.  When I pulled away from her finally and sank down on the bed to rest, her mouth found my prick almost immediately, and she used every trick in the book to get my tired lance back to readiness.  And damned if she didn’t!

After five minutes of sucking, blowing, humming, manipulating, and licking I was a new man, or at least part of me was.  I flipped Edie over on her back, sucked on those amazing popsicles for a minute or two and then hopped on for another ride to Elysium.  By the time we finished I was exhausted, but I knew I’d had the most exciting sex I’d had in a long time.

It turned out Marge felt much the same about her bout with Don.  The novelty of the experience was certainly part of it, but I couldn’t help thinking about the possibility of spanking a ‘misbehaving’ Edie, and Marge kept reminiscing about the amazing length of Don’s prick and how special it felt as it delved into her maw.  We were both so excited about our new adventures that, by bedtime that night, we were both ready to bonk each other, and I felt like a newlywed that night.  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made it three times in one day.  As I fell asleep that night, though my prick was sore, I was a very contented cowboy.  Ride ‘em cowboy!

Later that week I had the opportunity to discuss with Don my thoughts concerning punishing Edie.  He was most cavalier in saying I was more than welcome to have a go at it, and that he had even mentioned to Edie that I had his permission to punish her if she “misbehaved in any way”.  He said she had been mortified at the thought of me disciplining her, but that he had given her fair warning.

Chapter 4

Our joint summer vacation together ended up being in Nags Head, North Carolina, and we had set it for the first week after Labor Day.  The ocean water was still pretty warm, due to a hot spell at the end of the summer. We had a cottage about a block from the beach, but, because most of the vacationers went home after Labor Day, and we were in a rather secluded area, we had super privacy.  Marty had been unable to join us, because the boss at her summer job working at a stylish teen dress shop had told her that, because the week before school opened was one of the of the busiest weeks of the year, he’d pay her double to stay on before she went back to college.  I think she liked the idea of us being away, and having total freedom to do what she wanted for a whole week appealed to her as much as the extra money.

Marge and Edie spent a good deal of time out on the deck, soaking up the rays during the morning, and, because of the seclusion, they were often totally nude, while they were sunning.  This didn’t help my libido one ounce, and I believe Don felt the same way, glancing out at all that bare flesh as we sat in the living room reading the morning paper.  We were both able to relieve some of the built-up sexual energy in the afternoon, when we all went swimming though.  There was hardly anyone on the beach within a few hundred feet, so we had  great fun dipping fingers under bikini bras and panties as we lay on the beach, and this was generally followed by ocean dips, standing up to our necks in the water  entwined in the process of making love.

The first night, Don and Marge were watching the evening news, and I could tell they had begun to play around a bit, so I joined Edie in the kitchen.  She was cooking dinner, and, as she was stirring the salad dressing, I moved over behind her and slid her tank-top down to her waist and began kneading one of her prominent nipples.  She was probably just intent on what she was doing, as she uttered somewhat shortly, “Not now, George.  I’m busy trying to get dinner ready.”

I felt this would be an excellent opportunity to try out the freedom Don had given me to castigate Edie, so I swung her around, and grabbed both of her full nipples in my hands and squeezed hard.  She apparently had forgotten her father’s restriction regarding silence during punishment, because she let out a bloody scream, as she tried to lower her body to escape my grip on her squeezed titties.

I then let go of her boobies, but only long enough to grab her arm and pull her down over my knees.  I lowered her pedal-pushers and panties and, without pause began to belabor her buttocks with blows from the palm of my right hand.

“You do not speak to me that way, ever, do you hear me!  If I want to play with your tits, you stop what you’re doing and give me full access, do you hear me?”

Edie’s response was to try to wiggle herself off my lap, as she screamed for Don.  Don finally appeared at the kitchen doorway, his fly open and his half-hard prick extending out of it, with a decided scowl on his face.

“Edie, stop this caterwauling right now.  I told you I had given George permission to punish you if you misbehaved, and obviously you have, so take your punishment and be quiet about it.”

With this he turned and went back to the living room, as I continued to strike her bottom cheeks.  I noticed when I started that her butt was slightly red, apparently from a bout of discipline Don had imposed on her the night before, and they were rapidly turning scarlet as my hand continued to descend over and over.  Edie’s original outbursts had turned to muffled mutterings and whines, so I assumed Don had continued her father’s edict about outcries.

I don’t know how long I smacked her bottom, or how many strokes I delivered, but, when I finally stood her back on her feet, She had become exceedingly contrite.  Wiping away the tears that still trickled down her cheeks, and looking like a bedraggled waif, she apologized.

“I….I’m…sorrrry, Gggg…George…..I didn’t mmmean to anger youuuu….,”  and then the tears began streaming from her eyes again, as she put her hands behind her back, and thrust her already protruding chest out as far as she could get it.  “If youuuu…. want to pppp… play with themmmm some mmm…more, I’lllll llllettt youuuuu!.”

“No, you go ahead and get dinner ready, but maybe after dinner I may want to suck on my dessert!”

We had a nice dinner, although, Edie continued to sob occasionally, as she tried to find a comfortable spot on her chair on which to sit.  I didn’t know whether Don and Marge had consummated their little tryst, but later in the meal, I noticed that Marge was sporting a dollop of what must have been sperm on her bathing suit bra, so my question had been answered.

On our third day together, we had all tried as many variations of sex between two people as we could think of, except gay sex, which was fine with both Don and me.  Neither of us had tried anal sex with Edie, because she was so small, but Marge had taken me from the rear with some slight pain, and Don had tried it with her, as well, but she started emitting blood-curdling screams when he had gotten little more than the head of his prick past the opening of her rectum, so he pulled out.  Edie made it obvious she didn’t like to fellate either of us, but, because we were both reasonably gentle with her, she tried, in spite of a bit of gagging and choking while servicing both of us.

On the fourth day of our vacation,  I could hear Don and Edie arguing over something in their bedroom, as Marge and I were putting on our robes to go down to breakfast.  Their door was closed so I couldn’t hear what it was all about, but Don’s voice was getting louder and louder and shortly, I heard a loud slap.  We went downstairs and were joined by Don shortly thereafter.  I could tell he was upset, but he put on a happy face, and we began devouring coffee and doughnuts.  About twenty minutes later, Edie came downstairs.  It was obvious she had been crying, because her face was red and splotchy, probably as a result of the crying, as well as Don’s slap.  Nothing was said about their contretemps and eventually everything seemed back to normal.

Don drove into town that afternoon to replenish his supply of Scotch and buy a couple more bottle of wine for dinner.  The girls lay naked out on the deck sunning themselves, and I watched a baseball game on television.

When he pulled the car up in the drive and came in the house, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’ll never guess what I just bought from a guy on the street.”  Emptying his pockets, he dumped a container of pot, cigarette papers, and a small plastic container of powder.  He didn’t have to tell me it was coke.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a toke since I was in college, and I’ve never tried cocaine.  How the Hell did you talk the guy into selling it to you, when you didn’t even know him?”

“Those are the advantages of being a salesman, Buddy.  You have to know what to say at the right time.”

After supper, we all sat around smoking weed and getting nicely high.  Shortly thereafter, Don had pulled Marge’s bikini bra off and was sucking away at one nipple, slurping loudly enough to be heard in the house next door.  Fortunately the house next door was vacant.  Not to be outdone, I yanked Edie’s bra down to her waist and began my own symphony.  In moments both girls were sighing out their pleasure. After a few minutes, Don pulled away from Marge’s boob.  We were all feeling pretty high from the mj, but Don apparently wanted an extra high.

“What say we dip into the little plastic bag and see what that does to make the party more exciting?”

“I don’t know, pal.  I’ve never tried coke, much less on top of marijuana.  Won’t that be a little much?”

“Hell no!  It’ll just add to the fun.”  He immediately set up four lines for all of us on the coffee table, and, moments later, we had all sniffed a line.  The effect hit me like a sledge hammer, and I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to lie down for a fabulous surreal nap or jump up and touch the ceiling.  Actually I did neither.  I latched back onto my new-found monster nipple toy. 

When I looked down moments later, I saw that Don had pulled Marge down on the rug and they were ensconced in a classic 69.  Marge was trying valiantly to take as much of Don’s huge prick into her mouth as she could, sputtering a lot as he forced his prick further and further down her throat.  She was doing pretty well and had taken probably eight to nine inches, but those last couple of inches just weren’t going to make it past her lips.  She didn’t seem to mind Don’s efforts, and his pussy-licking was drawing vocal kudos from her.

I decided to play the same 69 game with Edie and slid her down to the floor with me.  Turning south on her body as I offered her my now-rampant boner to her mouth, I began to suck, lick and chew my way up and down between her widespread outer lips.  I was getting vocal raves for my ministrations between her legs, but she seemed to be holding back, kissing along the bottom of my prick, sucking on my scrotum, and licking the entire outside of my penis.  This went on for several minutes.  I was hard as steel at that point, but Edie continued servicing the outside without ever taking my pole into her mouth.

Eventually, frustrated, I reached down and tried to insert my hardness into her mouth.  She kept her lips pursed and refused to allow me entrance into her mouth.  Getting truly upset I pulled away from her vagina and muttered something about reciprocating.  Edie indicated in no uncertain terms that she didn’t want to, that she didn’t like sucking and that was that!

I pulled away from her in surprise.  I didn’t know whether the coke was having some negative effect on her or what.  Don had pulled away from Marge and was listening to our discussion.

Whether it was the coke that exacerbated his mean streak, or he was still upset with her from their argument that morning , I didn’t know.  But he suddenly jumped to his knees, and, approaching Edie, his hand drew back and he backhanded her cheek.  To clarify his point, he reached over, grabbed both of her protruding puffy nipples and pulled her up to a sitting position by yanking on them forcefully.

When she was upright and blubbering from the pain of having her nipples manhandled, Don stuck his face right into hers and growled. 

“Listen close to me, Edie.  I’m tired of you thinking you can do anything you want, just because we’re on vacation.  Now, you turn yourself around and get busy sucking on his prick, and I want to see your nose up against his stomach.  You’re gonna do the deepest deep-throat you’ve ever done, and you’re gonna swallow his load when he comes, too.  Do you understand me, bitch.””

Edie, whimpering, with teardrops pouring down her cheeks, shook her head in the affirmative.

“Answer me bitch.  Are you gonna give him the best blowjob he’s ever had, or do I have to twist these off?”  To emphasize his point, Don gave both nipples a twist to the left, causing Edie to bleat out her answer.

“Yyyyesss sssirrr!  I wwwwillll!  I ppppromisssse!”

Don let go of her tatas, and, still crying and sniveling, Edie turned herself over and began sucking on my raging hard-on.  And damned if she didn’t take the whole thing in.  I could feel the head of my prick touching her uvula and then it was in her throat.  The feeling of her nose brushing against my pubic hair, snorting warm air from her nose, told me I was almost in Nirvana.  The fact that I was as excited as I was meant she didn’t have to work as long as I would have liked, because within a couple of minutes, in spite of the plentitude of eruptions I had had already during our vacation, I was spurting what felt like a gallon of my essence down Edie’s throat.

When she finished, she began to pull away, but Don grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the couch.

“I’m not finished with you, little girl.  You ruined what was developing into a very nice evening with your shenanigans, and it’s time for you to pay for that.”

“Oh no, Don, please don’t.  I’m really sorry.  I wasn’t thinking.  Please, please, don’t spank me.  I’m still sore from the night before last.  I’ll make it up to you, really, Oh, please!”

Don was determined though, and shortly had Edie well-placed over his knees.  I could see that what she was claiming was a fact, because, beside the old bruises, there were still dark red splotches all over her buttocks.  Don then proceeded to add a number of redder larger splotches to the existing one, as he pounded on both cheeks harder than I remembered seeing him do before.  Within a couple of minutes not only were the tears flowing rapidly down her face, strings of shiny mucous were dripping down from her nose and, though she was trying to keep her yelling to a minimum, as she’d been instructed many times, she couldn’t prevent little squeals and raspy wails from escaping her wide-open mouth.  Don must have delivered over fifty spanks to her buttocks and upper thighs before he unceremoniously dumped Edie on the floor.  The fact that she landed on her butt cheeks, caused her to spread her legs so that her entire vagina was wide open to view, but also brought forth the most  horrendous scream she probably ever made. 

She was sent to bed without further ado, and her crying remained audible even after she had shut the bedroom door.

Don sat there on the couch, arms crossed,continuing to look as if he’d lost his last friend.

“Well, I guess that’s that.”

Marge, smiling broadly, rose from the rug and dropped to her knees in front of her disappointed neighbor.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.  Let’s see if I can’t bring that big snake back to life!”

She dipped her head to his flaccid penis and picking it up with her hand placed it in her mouth.  I felt a little uncomfortable watching her attempt to bring his manhood back to life, so I went out to the deck and stood looking up at the myriad stars above me.  Soon I heard very audible evidence from Don’s moans to know that Marge had succeeded in getting his mind off of his problems with Edie.  Not long after that, Marge, herself, was squealing and bleating as the two of them hurried toward a climax.

Epilogue

Shortly after we returned home and Marty had gone back to college, Don and Edie moved to Hartford, Connecticut, where he took over a mid-level executives job.  We continued to exchange Christmas cards for five years, when we received a card from Don saying that Edie had committed suicide the previous September, but that he had met a ‘gorgeous looker,’ and they were planning on getting married in March.  That was the last we heard from him.