0 comments/ 184130 views/ 7 favorites Anyone for Cards? Ch. 01 By: adoration My sister Janet and I felt there was something "not right" about father's new wife. Janet, she's 22 and two years older than me, always reckoned Amanda - who insisted on being called Mandy - was a gold digger. "Jason," my sister said after one particularly heavy petting session had almost reached intercourse proportions, "I'm sure that bitch is only after daddy's money." I withdrew my hand from under her skirt and sniffed my fingers. "Don't do that," Janet laughed, slapping my hand, playfully. Amanda was 35 and had married my father, a High Court judge - let's just call him Judge John, some of you may end up appearing before him - six months ago and while the tall, long-legged blonde with the perky 34-inch breasts had tried to ingratiate herself with us, there was something that kept us at a distance. "Father and Mandy are going away tomorrow to some god-awful law conference in Leicester," said Janet. "And while they're away I'm going to do some digging." The next day, my father - a 60-year-old, grey-haired, tall, distinguished gentleman - and his new wife, left our large Mayfair apartments and Janet went to work. I lay back on my bed and read a boring book. An hour later Janet burst in without knocking - that was fine, she'd often caught me by surprise stroking my 8 inch cock - and stood proudly by the bed. "Got it!" she exclaimed. "Got what," I replied, already having forgotten her vow of the day before. "Look!" Janet held out a pack of playing cards. "Go on, stupid, look at them!" I did and found they were no ordinary pack of playing cards. The red suits all featured a blonde with a black man, in all sorts of weird and wonderful sexual positions. The spades and clubs featured the same blonde with an erotic, busty ebony model. "Beats me how people play cards with stuff like this," I said. "How the hell can they concentrate on the game!" Janet sniffed with derision. "Don't be so pathetically naive, you silly young brother," she said, "these cards aren't for playing with - they're for wanking with." Then, snatching the pack back from me she added: "Anyway, that's not the point - look at the blonde, for crying out loud!" I took a card back and examined it. The queen of hearts showed a woman being taken in the rear by a big black cock. And that woman, I decided, was definitely a younger version of my stepmother! "Gimme," said Janet, holding out her hand. "Look - here's the joker and on the bottom it reads 'Cock and Cunt Playing Cards, Copyright reserved: 1995'. I reckon these pictures were taken about 10 to 15 years ago. "I'm going to get all these 52 cards copied, put the pack back in her naughty knicker drawer where I found it and then I'm going to confront the bitch with the evidence." I nodded: "And then what, oh smart one?" Janet smiled evilly: "Then I'm going to make her our sex slave!" "Sex slave?" I jeered. "Hey come on, sis, it's me, Jason you're talking to. You fancy her, don't you?" Janet looked miffed and mumbled: "Don't be silly, I just think she's a gold-digger." I laughed. "Long legs, cute arse, nice perky breasts - you fancy her because you're short with a fat arse and big tits." Janet flicked a hand lightly across my face and smiled. "OK, so she's tall and I'm short, but my arse isn't big, it's cuddly - you keep grabbing it - and my tits, as you so crudely put it, are bigger." They certainly were - Janet's tits must have been 36 or 37-inch jobs if they were 1 or 2. I pondered the situation. Janet was one of those goal-setters, a person who sought a target, achieved it, then moved on. She was a thruster, a pusher. I believed her when she said she'd make Amanda our sex slave. "So," I said, carefully, "she's our sex slave, then what?" Janet looked scornfully at me. "Use your imagination, dunderhead. Each day we pick a card - I pick a card for you, you pick a card for me. "Then whichever card is picked, Amanda has to play out the scene with us." The idea had me almost instantly erect. "It certainly has possibilities," I admitted. "See," said Janet, triumphantly, "you fancy her too. And you want to fuck her." She had me there. CHAPTER 2: After father and Amanda returned from the Leicester law conference - "full of academics who've never sentenced a child molester in their lives" snorted my father when I asked how it went - we had a couple of days to wait before putting Janet's plan into action. Finally, father's chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce arrived one morning to take him to the Law Courts in The Strand where he was presiding over a huge profile libel case. As soon as he'd left, we swung into action. As planned, we decided to be absolutely outrageous. I undressed down to a shiny red satin thong, cut quite high on the hips, which was just as well because my cock needed all the room it could get to expand. Janet chose a very provocative pair of black satin panties which clung really tightly across her crotch, showing her prominent pudenda. Her breasts were slung up into stunning uplift by a matching half-cup satin bra, which showed the tops of her areola, but just covered her nipples. She wore a pair of three-inch high heels, which gave her something like Amanda's height. Then we marched into the lounge, where our stepmother was lying back on a couch reading a society magazine. Janet held a large A4 envelope in her hand and stepped to the side of the couch. I stood beside her. Stepmother looked up and smiled: "What's this kids, a lingerie fashion parade?" Janet, to my astonishment, leaned down and slapped her hand across Mandy's face. "Shut up bitch, get your legs off the couch and look at these!" She dropped the envelope on the couch and stepped back. Mandy looked startled, her big blue eyes widened. "I don't think I like your tone, young woman ..." But I cut her off. As we had arranged, it was now my turn to act the tough guy. "Shut up and do as she says, tart," I hissed, in a phrase I'd rehearsed for days, "or I'll give you a thrashing you'll never forget!" The tall blonde looked startled, then, her curiosity getting the better of her, reached for the envelope. The import of its contents dawned on her in an instant. "Look, Janet and Jason, I can explain ...," Mandy started, but Janet leapt in: "Shirt and slacks off, keep your shoes on, into my bedroom now!" With that, Janet picked up the envelope and we walked swiftly to her large bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Janet and I looked at each other, hardly able to breathe. Janet put her hand up and crossed her fingers. Moments later we heard the sound of high heels clip-clopping down the corridor towards us. Janet whispered "Yeeeees!" Through the door walked Mandy. And she was a stunning sight. Almost six feet tall in her high heels, her body was like gleaming alabaster. Her pert 34-inch breasts were encased in a sheer black bra, so sheer that her lovely large nipples were plainly visible through the material. At her crotch a little black wisp of lace covered her pussy but did nothing to hide the fair hair nestling on her mons. I wanted her and I wanted her soon! Janet once more took charge. "Welcome to my bedroom, whore - it's a room you're become very much acquainted with," my sister informed our stepmother. "The filthy pack of playing cards are back where you'd hidden them," said Janet. "A complete set of copies are in safety deposit boxes in mine and Jason's Mayfair bank. There's also a set in my deposit box for father, just in case." Mandy nodded, her pretty blonde hair bobbing. "I understand," she said, calmly. "But it's no use blackmailing me - I haven't got a penny." Janet smirked. "We have no intention of blackmailing you, you silly slut," she snapped. "We just want to make use of you for an hour or so once a day. Jase here will explain." I gulped, hoping I could contain the excitement which I knew my voice would reveal. "Each day, at a time to be specified when Janet and I have arranged our timetables, you will report to this room. "Janet will then select a card from the red suits - they, as you probably remember, are the ones which depict you being rather adventurous with a big black stud. When she has selected a card, you and I will re-enact the picture on that particular card. Sorry, but I'm not nearly as big as your black boy!" Mandy looked down at the carpet. "Then, when we've played around for a while, I will select a card from the black suits." Mandy interrupted: "OK, Jason, I get the picture. Then Janet and I re-enact, as you so charmingly put it, the scene I did with the woman." I smiled: "Perfect, mother, you get the picture." Mandy's shoulders shook in despair. "OK," she said, sullenly. "When do we start?" I looked at my sister, who was staring at Mandy. "There's an old saying," said Janet. "You may be aware of it - there's no time like the present!" CHAPTER 3: "Jase," said my sister, "help the whore out of her undies." I eagerly stepped forward, aware that my stiff prick was now leaving a dark stain of pre-cum on the top of my thong, but not really giving a damn. I stepped behind Mandy and unhooked her bra, then slipped it from her arms. Looking at the nipples I could see they were erect. Taking the sides of her panties I pulled them down, then brought them to my face. "Christ, she's sopping wet, sis," I exclaimed, tossing them to Janet. My sister checked the panties by rubbing her fingers across the gusset. "This is bringing her on, the filthy, delightful slut!" said Janet. "This is exciting you, isn't it?" she demanded of our stepmother. "Yes, Janet," Mandy whispered. "Less of the 'Janet'," said my sister, "from now on it's Mistrsss Jan and Master Jason, understood?" Mandy nodded, silently. "Right," said my sister, by now thoroughly in charge of the session, "since this was my idea I'll go first - as in lady's first. Jase, pick a card!" I looked at the sheaf of A4 paper, each showing two lurid pictures of Mandy engaged in lesbian activity with the stunningly-stack black woman. "I think the queen of clubs will do nicely, Jan," I said, showing my sister the picture. Janet looked with delight and gave me a swift peck on the cheek: "My dear brother, there are times when I could kiss you!" With a swift movement she pulled down her panties, then sat in an easy chair and, imitating the black woman's pose in the picture, placed her thighs on the chair's arms, thus displaying her charms. Her dark pubic hair, trimmed as it was, revealed thick piss flaps at her pussy. "Get my camera and take some pictures of this - I'll want a memento of the occasion," said my sister. "On your knees, slut," snapped sister-turned-dominatrix. "Smile for the camera," I instructed leaning close to the scene as Mandy placed her face close to Jan's powerfully smelling snatch. "Now eat me, bitch," snapped Jan, pulled Mandy's blonde hair so her face came into contact with my sister's moistness. I took a couple more pictures as the only sounds in the room were the lapping of stepmother's tongue against stepdaughter's pussy, accompanied by my sister's groans as the effect of the oral obedience began to arouse her. Soon Mandy had achieved the point of the erotic exercise, and Janet sobbed out "Oh, whatta tongue, whatta mouth!" and exploded her climax on the woman's panting mouth. Mandy pulled away, her snatch-streaked face sweating from the torrid task. Janet recovered quickly, then went to the bed where the incriminating pictures lay and selected one for me. "One good turn deserves another," she smiled. "How about the ace of hearts, Jase?" she inquired, pointing to a picture. Once more the central item of the picture was an easy chair, but in this one Mandy was kneeling on it, buttocks pointing back to the stiff-pricked black man who was pumping away at her pussy. "Looks fine to me," I replied, trying to keep my voice from thumping the way my heart was. I pointed out the scene to Mandy, who climbed up on the chair and presented her pussy. I quickly pulled my thong down to reveal my blood-engorged cock, the tip drooling pre-cum in anticipation of its task. As I was about to mount my stepmother, Janet, now holding her camera, called out: "No, no, no!" I glanced at her in puzzlement. "First give her a little adoration, silly," grinned Janet, "lick that lovely sex trench, she's begging for it, aren't you Mandy?" From our victim came a hushed "Yes, Mistress Jan", so I knelt and ran my tongue over her pussy. It tasted so sweet! I laved there awhile, then on Janet's sarcastic "OK, don't make a meal of it, Jase" I stood and placed my cock's helmet at our sex slave's cunt. As Janet clicked the shutter, I thrust into Mandy and felt a gloriously tight vagina clamp around my shaft, dragging me in. "Oooh, that's such a tight cunt, Jan!" I announced, as my prick struck all the way home, my pubic bone bouncing against Mandy's buttocks. So tight, in fact, that I was soon feeling the surging that announced ejaculation. "Oh, hell, I'm coming, I'm coming" I informed no one in particular. "Pull out, come on her back, I want a picture of that," said Janet, excitedly, and as I jerked out from the tightness of my stepmother's cunt my cock juddered, then spurted three creamy globs of spunk, one almost hitting her shoulder blades, the next the small of her back, the last splotching onto her buttocks. Janet held out a couple of paper tissues and I cleaned my ejaculate from Mandy's back. Then my stepmother stood and looked at her step-sister. "Mistress Jan," she asked, querulously, "may I please have an orgasm?" My sister looked at me, then played "tough cop". "No, stuff it, you slut," she snapped. Then I stepped in to play "good cop". "Go on sis," I encouraged, "she's been a good sport!" Janet relented. "OK, Jase, since you're so fucking eager to please the tart, you help her out. Finger fuck or oral?" It was no contest, of course. "Oral, I think, sis," I informed Janet. "OK, I'll record it on film. Onto the chair, bitch." Mandy sat on the easy chair and adopted the pose that Janet had assumed for her first sex session with our stepmother. I knelt in front of the sweet-smelling snatch and pressed my tongue to her cunt, then piss flaps, then clitoris, before working my way around her pussy. The 35-year-old had obviously been aroused - despite the enforced nature of the sex - and soon she was groaning and moaning before grunting to a noisy climax. I particularly liked the way she completed her orgasm by shouting "Oh, I've come, thank you Master Jason, thank-you." An appreciative woman! Finally Janet decided it was time to end the session. "You can wear your lingerie around the house today - tomorrow I may make you parade around nude," sis told stepmother. "And always wear high heels - they give your calves a lovely tone." After Mandy had dressed and left, Janet walked over and gave me a big hug. "Yeees!" she exulted, "yeees!" CHAPTER 4: And so our fun continued. Each day, after we had decided what we wanted to do, we set a time for the hour's pleasures with Mandy. When she arrived in my sister's bedroom, either lingerie-clad or naked - but always in high heels - Janet would call out: "Anyone for cards?" And stepmother's reply was always: "Yes please, Mistress Jan, yes please, Master Jason." It was a great time. Sex with her was always great for me, and Janet thoroughly enjoyed pleasuring herself on Mandy's mouth. Sometimes at the end of the session, Janet refused to allow our slave permission to enjoy an orgasm. Sometimes, simply to add to her humiliation, Janet allowed her to come, but insisted she finger herself before us. Pictures were taken of all the fun and games, of course. Janet took them to an adult photographer she knew in Soho and got two sets of glossy prints done, one for me, one for her. Great wanking material! Then one day when there was an early adjournment in the big libel case he was conducting, father came home early and spotted his beloved Amanda walking around in a particularly revealing outfit. She had been prancing around for Janet's and my pleasure in a quarter-cup leather bra, leather garter belt, black seamed stockings and high heels. She was not, as you have probably guessed, wearing panties. Father and Mandy disappeared into his study and were gone for some time. Janet and I made ourselves scarce. Then, the door opened and we heard father bellow out in the voice he used to quell laughter in his court when it was not at one of his judicial jokes. "Janet, Jason - get into my study on the double." There was a pause. "This instant!" I emerged from my bedroom and looked at Janet, as she emerged from hers. She looked petrified. I suppose I did, too. "Fuck," hissed Janet. "It looks like Mandy's laid her cards on the table!" To be continued... Anyone for Cards? Ch. 02 My sister and I stood outside my father's study in trepidation. Janet tapped gingerly on the door. "Come in," bellowed my father in his best courtroom growl. Janet and I stepped inside and found father, seated at his desk, his wife Amanda, 35, standing beside him. To my surprise, she was still clad in the humiliation lingerie Janet and I had ordered her to wear for us all day - a leather, quarter-cup black bra, black leather garter belt, black seamed stockings and high heels. My father, Judge John, was stroking our stepmother's bare buttocks in a proprietarial way. "Be seated," said my father, a 60-year-old, distinguished looking High Court judge. Janet and I sat down in two chairs which had been placed in front of father's large desk. Then he cleared his throat, as if he was about to read out a judgment in one of his courts. "Janet and Jason, I am really very, very disappointed in you," he said. "I'm very sorry, daddy," Janet said. At 22 and his only daughter, she could get away with "daddy", but I knew very well that even though I was two years younger, I could not. "And you, Jason?" asked my grey-haired parent, still stroking his wife's stunning arse. "I'm very sorry, sir," I mumbled. "I should damn well think so," my father thundered. "You discover my dear wife's little secret, the pictures she posed for 10 years ago, and you actually play out the scenes from the cards with her. I'm very, very disappointed." The silence hung in the air. "We're sorry, daddy," Janet said, once more. My father harrumphed. "What appalls me is the total lack of - what shall I say? - originality." I gasped. "Lack of originality, sir?" I queried. "Yes, dammit," snapped my father. "You go through the playing cards, picking scenes. It's ridiculous. It's like something out of a pornographic movie it's so banal. "I thought I'd raised two intelligent, bright children. You're a great disappointment to me." Once more there was a long silence, broken by my father ordering: "Feet wider, my dear." Our stepmother placed her high-heels farther apart and I'm sure my father was fingering her pussy from beneath her buttocks! Father then went on: "What I propose - no, let me re-phrase that - what I order, is that you Janet and your brother here, have a punishment competition with your stepmother. You will be the punishers and she, to coin a somewhat legal phrase, will be the punishee." I could hardly believe my ears and I know my mouth was gaping wide! "Tomorrow morning, you Jason will go to a sex shop in Wardour Street, Soho, where I have an account in the name of Judge Jeffries." My father paused, smiling at his judicial joke. Judge Jeffries was, of course, one of old England's most cruel "hanging" judges. "The manageress at the shop is - how shall I put it? - an acquaintance of mine. From her you will purchase punishment equipment to use on Mandy here, but you will not exceed the sum of 100 pounds. Do you understand, boy?" I nodded. "Yes, sir," I said, hardly believing my ears at my father's instructions. "In the afternoon," he went on, "you, Janet will visit the shop and also charge purchases to my account not exceeding the sum of 100 pounds. You understand me, missy?" Janet nodded. "Of course, daddy." My father pressed on: "It's Friday today, so tomorrow morning I shall call Miss Hardcastle and inform her that you will both be calling. "When you have returned with your purchases - which you will not reveal to each other - you will be given one day to rehearse the punishments you are going to inflict on Mandy. You, Jason, will rehearse on Monday - and you, Janet, will not spy on the proceedings, is that clear?" My sister, also hardly daring believe what was being ordered, agreed. Father proceeded: "On Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock, Jason you will perform for an audience of myself and Janet. You will have an hour to take Mandy through the punishment routine you and she will have rehearsed the day before. "On Wednesday, you, Janet, will rehearse your particular punishment with her and perform it on Thursday evening before myself and Jason, here. Understood?" Sis and I nodded. "What happens in the competition, daddy?" Janet asked. "I was coming to that," said my father, his fingers still working between Mandy's lovely legs. "On Friday night at 8pm, we will all convene here again and I will call on Mandy to give evidence about the punishments you have performed on her, their efficacy and so on. I will then give my deliberations and name the winner. "The winner will, from 9 o'clock on Saturday morning until 9 o'clock on Sunday night, enjoy the services of this lovely creature" - and here he gave Mandy a warm smile - "as their slave. "The winner, of course, will be expected to be magnanimous in his or her sharing of the slave with myself and the loser of the competition." "Of course," Janet said, hardly able to disguise the excitement in her voice. "Excuse me, sir," I asked. "Why do I go first? Shouldn't it be ladies first?" My father gave me an indulgent smile. "You will go first because you are the younger of the two and because I fully expect Janet to be the star of the show. And the star of the show always tops the bill." I nodded. Then father stood and gave his dismissal speech: "A couple of things and you can go to your bedrooms and indulge in whatever disgusting perversions you are currently enjoying. "First, there will be no more of this 'Mistress Janet' and 'Master Jason' poppycock, which Mandy tells me you inflicted on her. It sounds stupid - she's your stepmother and she will be referred to as 'Mother' or 'Mandy'. "You will, however, be allowed to continue to humiliate her by making her prance around all day in revealing lingerie, such as she is currently wearing, or in the nude. But apart from the rehearsal periods - which must not exceed two hours - and the actual evening of the punishment competition, there will be no other punishments meted out to her. Understood?" We both nodded, keenly. He smiled at us: "All right, now run along. This has made me rather excited and I need to assuage my excitement on this lovely creature standing beside me. Away you go!" Janet and I made a dash for the door. As we left, I spotted my father dropping his trousers. His cock was ballooning his briefs. We almost sprinted to Janet's bedroom. In a flash she was out of her T-shirt and jeans and lying on her back on the bed, legs wide. I stripped naked just as quick and my eight-inch uncut cock was jutting out in anticipation as I climbed onto the bed. "Yessss," hissed Janet, as she grabbed hold of my hard-on and guided it against her weeping cunt. "Yessss," I hissed, as I felt the invitingly warm wetness. "Yessss," we both hissed, as my cock thrust deep into her. We fucked. The following morning, my father had his usual breakfast - kippers, toast and a pot of tea - while reading some stultifyingly boring law reports, over which he chuckled at the occasional, arcane legal joke. "I have spoken to Miss Hardcastle, Jason," he informed me, "and she's expecting you at 10 o'clock. Don't keep her waiting!" At 10am on the dot, my taxi pulled up outside the sex shop my father had mentioned in London's notorious red light district of Soho. Inside, I introduced myself to a large, blonde woman in her 50s. She was wearing a black leather minidress, which gleamed as it hugged tightly around her lush figure. "Ah, young Mr Jason," she smiled. "Your dear father told me to expect you. Let's go into my office, far more quiet." I nodded, and noticed that in the main shop rows upon rows of pornographic magazines were being pored over by a collection of middle-aged to elderly men in raincoats. So, dirty old men in plastic macs wasn't a urban myth! In her office, Miss Hardcastle, smiled at me and indicated I take a seat. She sat down at a desk. "And what do you want for this punishment competition you're father tells me you're going to be engaged in?" I cleared my throat. I had made up my mind what I wanted for Mandy, but I was still slightly embarrassed at mentioning it. "Er, I want clamps for the woman's tits and pussy," I informed Miss Hardcastle. "Oh, and I want a metal bar she must hold, which cords from her nipple clamps can be attached to. And a whip, please." Miss Hardcastle jotted down my requirements as nonchalantly as if I was ordering fish and chips from a takeaway shop, then pressed a buzzer from beneath her desk. A young blonde girl, possibly still in her late teens, entered the office. "Nipple and piss flap clamps, iron bar for a sub to hold and a nice flogger, Trudy," the older woman said. "And the spending limit is 100 quid." When the girl had departed, Miss Hardcastle turned and smiled at me. "You're a very handsome young man, Jason, but tell me, are you as well hung as your father?" The question took me by surprise but I guess I should not have been surprised at the forwardness of a woman who works in a sex shop! "I'm eight inches when fully aroused, but I've no idea how that compares with my father," I stammered. "Gimme a gander, darling," said the blonde, reaching over and pulling the zip of my jeans down. Before I knew it, she ordered me to stand and had my cock out from the confines of my thong and was stroking it to erection. "Hmmmn," she murmured, as my penis grew in length and girth, "very nice." Then she took my cock in her mouth and sank her lips past the ring beneath my helmet and began to fellate me. Just then, the young blonde returned, dropped some items on the desk, looked at me, winked and walked out again. Miss Hardcastle pulled off my now stiff tool and announced: "Very nice - as long as your dear father's but not quite as thick. Still, cunts don't carry tape measures, do they dear?" I blushed and pushed my stiffy back into my thong and zipped myself up. "How do you know about my father's privates?" I asked, in what I now realise was an utterly pompous manner. "Let's just say I appeared before your darling daddy once and he was very nice to me. So nice that I was obliged to be - 'ow shall I put it? - rather nice in return. Give him my love, ducks," she said, placing my items in a large plastic parcel. "That'll be 85 quid, deary, and I'll just add it to Hiz 'Onner's account, tell him." Back home, I inspected my purchases. The clamps looked rather cruel things. One set was marked 'nipples', the other set 'labia'. There were rings placed on them which would allow twine to be tied, then I noticed that some thin cord had been included with the clamps. The slender iron bar, which I intended Mandy to hold on to during her punishment, was just over three feet wide. But the piece de resistance was a lovely leather flogger, the handle a foot long and as thick as a golf club grip, the business end about two feet of broad leather, its end divided by a split which made it a two-thonged implement of punishment. The following afternoon - a Sunday - I was lying on my bed, naked, stroking my erection as I choreographed in my mind the punishment I was going to inflict on my stepmother, when my sister barged in. "Stepmother and father are busy in the lounge," she whispered, putting a warning finger to her mouth. "Care for a bit of slap and tickle?" "Nah," I responded, "but I wouldn't mind a fuck!" Janet screwed up her face. "Sometimes, my dear brother, you are so disgusting." And with that she peeled off her sweater and slacks to reveal her lovely, fuckable naked body, climbed onto my bed and impaled herself expertly on my erection. We had just begun to get into a nice tempo, when there was a rap on the door and without waiting for a response, in walked my father, wearing only a black satin thong, his cock obviously erect beneath the shiny material. "Oh, sorry to interrupt your little game," he said, as if he had just broken in on us playing a game of cards, "but your stepmother and I are watching some videos which we thought you two might find educational. Care to join us?" I suppose one answer would have been "No dad, can't you see I'm fucking my sister?" but that's not the sort of thing High Court judges expect to hear. "Sure, dad," I replied, and Janet climbed off me, revealing my stiffy, its foreskin pulled down to the ring, the helmet pink and moist. "Oh, and make yourselves presentable," he said. "Put on a thong and lingerie, or something." Janet and I then presented ourselves in the lounge to find father and stepmother cuddling up on the couch, Mandy stroking the front of his thong, father caressing her nipples, plainly visible in a black, see-through brassiere. "Oh, hello," said father, sitting up. "Cuddle up in that easy chair and we'll start the first video." Janet and I snuggled together on the chair, me in a thong, Jan in a lovely little red PVC bikini, which hardly covered her breasts and made a gorgeous shiny outline over her lush pudenda. "This is a video your mother appeared in at the same time she appeared in that rather pornographic pack of playing card pictures," said my father. The movie was entitled Sold to Black Slavers, starring Dick Rod, Eartha Ebonnee and introducing Britt Clitt. I immediately recognised the black man from the playing cards as Dirk Dick, and the stunning black woman from the pack as Eartha Ebonnee. Britt Clitt was, obviously, our stepmother! The 60-minute video showed Mandy undergoing all sorts of obscene and exquisite punishments at the hands of the black pair. "I just thought you'd like an indication of how expert your stepmother is at being punished," said our father, as we watched enthralled at the pornographic performances being played out on the television screen. "I must say it was one of the things that attracted me to her before our marriage!" "Daddy," said Janet, as her hand stroked my thong-covered cock, "do you mean to say that you knew all about Mandy's background before the wedding? You knew she was involved in filthy videos?" My father smiled, sardonically. "My darling daughter," he said in a somewhat patronising tone, "I may only be a High Court judge but I am not entirely stupid. "Before I married your stepmother I engaged an extremely discreet detective agency who uncovered Mandy's past for me. Not that it made any difference, she freely admitted her penchant for punishment as soon as I confronted her. "You see, about 11 or 12 years ago she was a very well known lingerie model who was recruited into the porn industry. As it turned out, it seemed she had a huge talent for playing, shall we say submissive roles? "Like to watch the next video?" Janet and I nodded instantly. "Yes please," we added, almost in unison. Father, still very stiff-pricked, moved over to the cassette player and removed Sold to Black Slavers and inserted a masterpiece titled Seduction of the Sex Slave, starring Britt Clitt, with Penny Pissette and Tammi Golden, two performers who were chosen for their obvious ability to urinate extremely long-lasting streams of piss all over our stepmother. At the end of that 60-minute movie, father indicated we should return to whichever bedroom we felt most comfortable in as he and Mandy wanted to have a "work out". It was obvious he was not talking about calisthenics. Back in my bedroom, I thrust my cock deep into my sister's cunt and smiled. "Well, it's good news for me," I informed her. "At least the first movie shows she likes nipple and pussy torture." Janet smiled mischievously up at me as I pumped her. "And it's good news for me, too," she told me. "Cos the second movie shows she likes piss punishment!" To be continued... Anyone for Cards? Ch. 03 On the Monday morning, my sister Janet announced she was going out all day, which left the way clear for my stepmother and I to rehearse the punishment game I had devised as part of my competition with Janet. But just to make sure that Janet didn't sneak back and try to spy on our pre-punishment performance, I decided to hold the try-out in my bedroom, which is quite large. The entire punishment didn't take up very much room, anyway. After the rehearsal - I'll leave the details of the game till later in this story - I sat on the bed with Amanda and we both chatted. I was naked and so was she - that was a requisite for the game I had devised. "How was it?" I asked the lovely 35-year-old blonde, former pornstar. Mandy paused, then replied: "It was very good. You could get a job writing scripts for a porno, even acting in one." I laughed. "Seriously?" "Yes," said my stepmother, "you're really very good." Then she changed the subject: "And what has your darling sister got planned for me?" "I'm not sure, but I do know it involves water sports," I informed her. "Oh, good," she said. "Well, good for your father - water sports is one of his big interests. The movies I made involving piss always turn him on the most. We have super sex after he's watched one of those." Then she changed the subject again. "Enough talk, Jason. How about a fuck?" Well, that was fine by me, so we spent the next couple of hours rolling around on my bed, until she left, leaving me limp-pricked, exhausted - but delighted. The next day - a Tuesday - time dragged by until, after dinner, at which father consumed an entire bottle of excellent Bordeaux, he addressed Mandy and me: "Right you two, off to Jason's bedroom to get ready for your performance. Janet and I will be in my study. Knock on the door at 8pm precisely and we'll get started. Good luck!" In the bedroom, I attached the nipple clamps to Mandy's lovely nipples, after sucking them into ripe red cherries. They were already attached to the metal bar I'd purchased with twine cords going from the bottom of the clamps to inserts at the extremities of the bar. Mandy held the bar at shoulder height, so the twine hung slack. Next, I attached the other set of clamps to her labia lips, then she went into a squat, just like a wicketkeeper or, for our American friends, a baseball catcher, and I tied the ends of the cords to her big toes. After picking up the flogger I'd purchased along with the clamps and the iron bar, we made our way to the door of father's study, me walking with my eight-inch inch cock proudly erect, stepmother waddling along, not unlike a duck. At the door, she halted. I stepped beside her and knocked. Father's peremptory voice barked: "Yes?" "Punishment party seeking permission to enter, father," I answered, employing the phrase he'd told me to use. "Enter," came his pompous court-room voice. I opened the door and allowed Mandy to waddle into the centre of the floor. At his desk my father sat, naked from the look of it, a legal pad in front of him, pen poised. Beside him, sat my sister Janet, her lovely 36-inch breasts pointing at me, nipples erect. Apart from shiny black, high heel shoes she was nude. Stepping beside my stepmother's crouched position, I caressed her bare back with the double-tipped flogger. Then, with a sharp but not heavy "Craaaack" I brought it down across her shoulder blades. This was the signal for Mandy to rise from her crouching position until she was standing fully erect. The movement, of course, tautened the cords from her toes to the clamps on her piss flaps. Her face grimaced as the pain hit. Next, I flicked the flogger sharply across her lush bum. At this blow, she lowered the metal bar until her arms hung straight down by her sides. This movement dragged the cords down from her nipple clamps, providing considerable strain on her lovely nipples. Father made some rapid notes on his legal pad, and also appeared to be making some moves with his other hand beneath the desk. Janet, I saw, was already stroking her pussy. The next move in my little punishment game with my stepmother was to whip the flogger against her buttocks, once more. This signalled her to slowly raise the bar from its lowest position to its highest, until her arms were outstretched above her head, the cords dragging her nipples and her breasts upward. The next stroke, again on her beautiful bum, was one of the little refinements I was proudest of in her torture. As the blow thwacked against her creamy buttocks, Mandy raised herself to tiptoe, her calves and thighs straining at the effort. The movement, of course, also increased the tension in the cords attached to her labia lip clamps. She gave out a small sigh of agony as the pain coursed through her. I then waited, letting the seconds tick by as father and my sister watched on intently. Then I cracked the flogger against Mandy's arse, which was a signal for her to sink down into the crouch once more, alleviating the pain from her pussy lips cords, but not her nipples, as she still held the bar high directly above her head. At last I cracked the whip against her shoulder blades, the signal for her to lower the bar to shoulder level, thus reducing the awful agony on her nipples. "Good girl, Mandy," I said, encouragingly, as I walked in front of her, placing my randy stiffy against her lips. As she took me into her mouth, I turned slightly sideways, giving our audience a profile view of the fact that she was fellating me. The tension was broken by a sharp clap. My father was applauding us! "Bravo, Jason, bravo," he said, clapping quietly in the stillness of his study, as his wife still sucked on my penis. Then father turned to Janet, who was still rubbing her fingers through her pussy: "Sorry, darling daughter, but you have to admit this is a fine display of domination!" Janet nodded and responded, begrudgingly, by the sound of it: "Yes, it's quite erotic, but is that it?" I grinned. "Oh no, my dear sister," I gloated, "it most certainly is not. Ready for the next set of disciplines?" Father nodded eagerly, his hand ferociously at work beneath his desk, I was certain. "Yes, boy, continue, continue," he said, ever the judge! I then proceeded to use the flogger on Amanda's beautiful back and buttocks, first to bring her to a standing position, then to raise the bar high above her head, then to go up onto tiptoe. My next stroke brought her down to a standing stance, but the one after that set her off in a prancing, high-stepping movement around the study. Her knees came up until her thighs were horizontal with the floor, causing considerable pain to her pussy lips, I was sure. In this way I high-stepped her around the study for several circuits before ordering her to a halt. I then allowed my lovely stepmother to perform fellatio on me once more, before setting her off on another standing-in-place session. More fellatio, then I high stepped her around the study for several more circuits before bringing the proceedings to a halt. This was, of course, fellatio to completion with Mandy back in the crouching position, but I refused to conform for the old porno industry fetish that insists on showing the penis ejaculating. Having said that, there was absolutely no doubt in my audience's mind that I had come as I let go and moan a low cry of "Beautiful, Mandy, just beautiful" as I sprayed my semen down her throat. The silence of the study, save for my gasping at the pleasure of my spunking into my stepmother's mouth, was broken by my father. "Jason," he said, "you've done very well, and I compliment you on an inventive performance. You and your sister now have my permission to leave, while I complete my notes." "Thank-you, father," I said, appreciatively, "it was my pleasure and, I hope, Mandy's." Father grinned. "I'm sure she enjoyed it, Jason. Now run along you young uns, and let me get to work on my notes." Janet rose from her chair, planted a kiss on father's cheek, walked to my side, took me by the hand and we approached the door. As we left the study, I heard my father instruct our stepmother: "Stand up straight, please, Mandy - and raise the bar above your head, there's a good girl!" The kinky old sadist! * * * * On the evening of Janet's performance, father and I were seated in his study, father naked as usual, a hand on his thick, turgid erection, me beside him, also naked, also erect. Oh, also one hand on my erection! At 8 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" called my father. From outside the study Janet's voice rang out: "Punishment party here seeking permission to enter, father," we heard Janet's voice. "Come," called father, and the door swung open. Kneeling on all fours at the door was my stepmother, naked as I had somewhat expected, a large red plastic shopping bag gripped between her teeth. Sitting on her back was my sister, Janet, her breasts, shoulders and arms to the wrists covered in a gleaming, tight black PVC halter, which lifted her heavy breasts into cock-stirring uplift. She was holding a riding crop in one hand, which she cracked across Mandy's buttocks, making the 35-year-old crawl into the room, beneath the not insubstantial weight of my sister. On halting in the middle of the study, Janet dismounted and addressed her victim: "Now, Mandy, on Tuesday you were punished by my vicious brother in the nude, weren't you?" Mandy nodded, the plastic bag beneath her mouth swaying. "I've decided to be much kinder than him, I'm going to allow you to wear some clothing to hide your modesty," Janet said, grinning, "you'll enjoy that won't you?" Mandy nodded once more. "Drop the bag," Janet ordered, and caught it as Mandy's mouth released its grip. From the bag, Janet withdrew a bra and hot pants set, which appeared to be made of leather. Putting the hot pants aside, my sister fitted Mandy into the bra, which was a very tight fit indeed. As it was placed around Mandy's breasts, I noticed the woman grimacing. This was a punishment bra! Janet then took two strap ends set in the top of one cup and pulled them tight, before tying them in a bow. This served to increase the tension of the cup around Mandy's breast. Janet did the same to the other cup. I then noticed that dangling from the front and back of the bra were four braces, two in the front, two in the back. Janet next ordered her slave for the evening to pull on the hot pants. Mandy struggled to drag them up they covered her lovely bum and pudenda, squeezing her eyes shut as the pain obviously hit home. Janet then attached the bottom ends of the braces to the front and back of the punishment panties. This, of course, had the effect of dragging the hot pants up so they were pressed even more tightly against my stepmother's flesh! "There," said Janet, mock solicitously, admiring her handiwork, "that's much less revealing, isn't it Mandy?" Mandy nodded. "Perhaps you'd like to thank me, then," said Janet, and my stepmother fell to her knees in front of my sister's pussy and placed her mouth along her domina's sex trench. Then, when Janet ordered her to stand, my sister added to Mandy's problems by suggesting: "Rub your hands over your breasts, feel the lovely tight fit." Mandy did. "Now your buttocks and pussy, there, aren't those pants nice and snug around your bum and pussy?" Mandy nodded. "Now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to flog you," Janet announced, "but it won't be too bad because you're wearing a bra and panties for protection, aren't you?" My stepmother nodded again. "Turn with your bum to the audience, to give them a nice view of those nice tight panties, then bend slightly, hands on knees," Janet commanded. Mandy obeyed and father and I saw a gloriously shiny leather-covered backside, straining against her buttocks. Janet then proceeded to give her a riding crop flogging, attacking first the buttocks, then the breasts and, finally, the crotch region. By the finish, Mandy was hopping around in pain, but maintaining a stoic silence. "Thank me for the flogging, Mandy," Janet instructed, and my stepmother again knelt to provide oral adoration to her stepdaughter's pussy. "Right," said Janet, when Mandy was standing again, "now you've got a lovely bra and panties on - they're nicely snug fitting aren't they?" Mandy nodded. "But I'm bare at my pussy - as you're very well aware," said Janet, stroking her slave's leather-encaged right breast. "I think I should put some panties on, don't you?" Again a nod. Then Janet went to the plastic bag and withdrew this time a pair of panties, made of clear, see-through rubber. But these were no ordinary panties. As Janet struggled to drag the garment up over her hips, I noted that at the pussy region the rubber was formed into a tube, which was all of five feet long! The end of the tube was then placed in Mandy's mouth, and straps went from the two sides of the tube around her head to snap shut at the back, while two more straps went from the lateral tubes, up either side of her nose and across her head to snap into place on the back of the straps. Only then, did I notice a sort of balloon-shaped circle of rubber midway between Janet's pussy and Mandy's mouth. "There," said Janet, "now we can play some more, can't we Mandy?" Mandy nodded. Suddenly my father prodded me in the ribs, and poked his legal pad, covered in notes, over to me. In big lettering he had written: "Are panties like these available for men?" I took the pen from him and scribbled: "I sincerely hope so!" Janet then announced: "Sorry, Mandy, but I've been holding back a strong urge to piss for some time now. I could go to the toilet, of course, but now I've got these lovely panties on it seems a pity to waste them. May I piss now, please?" Mandy nodded - as if she had any choice in the matter! "Kneel and block the tube, there's a dear," Janet instructed her slave. Father and I then watched intently, both of us stroking our hard-ons, as a stream of dark yellow urine emerged from the gusset end of the piss panties and flowed strongly down the tube. It coursed through the "holding tank", then ran down to the end where Mandy had blocked the flow with her tongue. It backed up, quickly, of course, until the "holding tank" was totally full. "There," smiled Janet, "that little balloon in the middle there contains exactly one pint of liquid - just shows how much I wanted to piddle, doesn't it?" Mandy nodded. "Back to your feet, my darling," ordered my devious little sister, "and we'll have a little cuddle." Mandy rose and Janet stepped towards her, moving behind her back, and we saw my sister's hands caressing the globes of the bra, then the pudenda section of the punishment garments Mandy was encased in. My stepmother grimaced through this apparently gentle assault, and then Janet decided to end her misery. "Down you go, girl," and Mandy fell to her knees. "Have a nice drink, stepmother," Janet instructed, and father and I watched with fascination as Mandy sucked down the urine. When the balloon in the tubing was half empty, Janet ordered her to once more block the flow. More caressing of Mandy's poor abused body continued, then finally, Janet allowed her to kneel and suck down the rest of her piss. But there was one final indignity Janet had in store for Mandy. Just as she had drained the final section of piss, Mandy looked up and saw another stream of urine flowing from Janet's pussy down the tube. "Drink it all down!" called Janet. Mandy did. At last my stepmother's ordeal was over, and Janet removed the tubing from her mouth, then, helped by Mandy, she struggled out of the tight-fitting piss panties. My sister then helped Mandy remove the bondage bra and punishment panties. When stepmother was naked once more, her breasts, belly and buttocks looked as if they had been dotted with hundreds of little red marks from a ballpoint pen! "Bravo!" cried my father, who gave the punishment party an enthusiastic round of applause. "Janet, you are one cruel little minx," said father, "I commend you!" Janet gave a mock bow. Father then turned to me and said: "Righto, Jason, you and your sister run along. I need to do some things with your stepmother which I hope will amuse her after her wonderful demonstration of masochism. We'll see you both at breakfast." Janet and I left the study and rushed to my sister's bedroom. Jan peeled off her PVC top, kicked off her shoes and fell back onto the bed. I almost leapt onto her, driving swiftly up her drenched cunt to the hilt. "You little bitch," I whispered, "that was fucking sensational!" "Yes, it wasn't bad, was it dear brother," she smiled, heaving beneath me. "I think I must be favourite to win, but don't worry." "Worry?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "I'm your loving sister, Jase," she grinned. "I'll share her with you!" To be continued... Anyone for Cards? Ch. 04 Friday evening came and over dinner, my father, the 60-year-old High Court judge outlined the rules for his "court" hearing and his decision over whether my sister, Janet, or I had won the punishment competition involving his wife, our stepmother Amanda, 35. "First, dress rules," said my father, a tall, distinguished grey-haired man. "Since it's an informal court I think everyone should be clad in erotic clothing of some kind - I leave it to you Janet and Jason to decide how you are dressed, I will choose an outfit for my dear Amanda." And he beamed at his wife, as he sipped on the last glass of a vintage Chateau Margaux. "Thank-you, darling," said Mandy, in a quiet voice, as if she already knew what he had chosen. "As for procedure," father continued, "you may go first Jason with a brief statement as to why you consider you performance worthy of my verdict, you, Janet will follow." We both nodded. I had a trick up my sleeve, but I wasn't going to alert Janet to it, just yet. "Then we will call on your stepmother to give her testimony as an expert witness, and I will then deliver my verdict after considering all the evidence. Any questions?" We had none. Father drained the glass of fine French red and smiled: "Good, convene in the court in my study in 20 minutes." In my bedroom I chose a pair of black PVC briefs - well, the back fully covered my buttocks, but the front had a sort of mesh panel which was see-through, and my eight-inch cock was at semi-erection. Then there was a tap on my bedroom door, and in walked my sister. Janet was wearing a superb black PVC bikini, which held her lush 36-inchers into full uplift. The gleaming black effect of the material was heightened by a red lipsticked mouth motif which was on the centre of the bra cups and on the mound region of the panties. "You look good enough to eat, Jan," I told her. She laughed and said "Later, darling brother, later" before giving me an open-mouthed kiss and whispering: "Good luck, Jase - you'll need it. I'm the odds-on favourite!" "I know, but favourites get beaten," I replied. "Shall we go?" We then entered father's study to find three chairs had been placed in the centre of the room, facing his desk. Seated in the middle chair was our stepmother. As she turned to smile at us, I saw that she was wearing the cruel leather bondage bra and punishment panties that Janet had made her wear during her first punishment session with stepmother. "Hi," said Mandy, brightly, as I took the chair on her left, Janet the remaining one. "His honour will be coming soon," said Mandy. "Oh, I mean entering - oh, that sounds risque, too. You know what I mean." Then behind us we heard a cough before my father announced: "All stand for his honour, Judge John." In swept my father, wearing a long black judge's robes and a black PVC thong, which did nothing to hide the fact that his eight-inch cock was in an obvious state of arousal. He sat behind his desk, put a pen on his legal notepad and smiled: "Nice outfits, Jason and Janet, and especially nice for you, my dear." Mandy smiled at him and replied: "Thank you, your honour." "Right," said father, making himself comfortable for the "hearing", "we'll start with you, lad. Make your opening submission." I stood, cleared my throat and spoke in what I hoped was legalese: "Thank you, your honour, but before we begin I wish to make an application to disqualify my learned friend, Janet, from the competition." "What are your grounds," snapped the judge. "Over-spending the 100 pounds limit which you placed on our expenditure at Miss Hardcastle's sex shop," I answered. "Er, um, yes, I will consider your application, but not immediately," said the judge. "First make your opening statement, then I'll hear from your learned friend, then I'll hear your application." Fuck! This would give Janet time to prepare a defence. I shrugged and went on: "May it please the court, I respectfully submit that my punishment session with the witness, Mandy, was far more erotic and stimulating than my learned friend's. "The way the cords strained on the witness Mandy's nipples and pussy lips was extremely erotic, the use of the flogger to make her adopt various positions was domination at its finest, and the forced fellatio was humiliation of the top order. "In fact, it was a pity there is not a video record of the punishment I inflicted on the witness. Next time I play that game with her, I suggest that it be recorded on videotape." As I sat down, my father nodded: "Excellent idea, young lad, excellent idea. I've made a note and I will issue a directive to that effect. "Now, Janet, state your case, girl." Janet stood and beamed one of her "Let me suck your cock" smiles. "Thank you, your honour. My submission is brief and to the point, since I have no wish to detain the court any longer than absolutely necessary." And with that the ingratiating little bitch gave me a sidelong glance as if to say "Object about over-spending as much as you like!" "The court is indebted to you," said my father pompously, bowing his head in that judicial deference those on the bench award to barristers and QCs who have just outrageously sucked up to them. "May it please the court," Janet began, "I think my punishment for the witness Mandy began on a high note and continued that way. To ride her in was a perfect demonstration of my dominance over her. "The fact that she had to carry a bag containing her garments of punishment and the garment which I would wear to add to her punishment was, to my mind a master - or should I say mistress? - stroke. "The punishment bra and briefs, plus the fact that she was ordered to fondle herself while wearing them was a piquant touch. "But the piss panties and the enforced ingestion of my urine was, in my humble submission, female domination supreme! That, your honour, is my submission." Father smiled: "And an excellent submission, in the opinion of the court." He sounded charming when speaking to my sister, but when he addressed me, the old sod was all business again: "And now, sir, make your application to have your sister disqualified. And your arguments had better be good!" I stood and again cleared my throat: "May it please the court, the spending limit imposed on us by the court was 100 pounds." "We all know that, get on with it," snapped my father. "I checked with Miss Hardcastle's sex shop after I witnessed Janet's performance on Thursday night. The punishment bra and panties looked extremely expensive to me. They were, in fact, 85 pounds. The piss panties were 25 pounds. The price of the riding crop which Janet used on the witness, Mandy, therefore becomes irrelevant - at 110 pounds, my learned friend has clearly exceeded the financial limit and, as such, should be disqualified. I rest my case." And with that I sat down. Father eyed me with new respect. "You make an excellent argument. I shall be intrigued to hear how your learned friend answers it," said the judge. Janet rose to her feet, looked at me and smiled, then addressed the court. "May it please your honour, I can present my invoice from Miss Hardcastle to prove that no over-spending occurred on my part," she spoke in a firm, confident voice. "This invoice states that the punishment bra-and-panty set cost 85 pounds, as my learned friend has told the court," she said. "It will also show an expenditure of 25 pounds on the piss panties and 15 pounds on the riding crop. "This, of course, is an expenditure of 125 pounds." I snapped: "Precisely." "Silence in court," the judge thundered. "Continue!" Janet then reached into her PVC panties and produced a piece of paper which she actually waved above her! "But, your honour," she said, speaking slowly and clearly, "you will also notice a discount of 26 pounds, which makes the expenditure 99 pounds, one pound below the limit." Then she added triumphantly: "So, rather than over-spending, in fact I underspent." And with that she stepped forward and handed the invoice to my father. The judge took the piece of paper and brought it to his nostrils and inhaled. "Mmmm, a delightful perfume, my dear," he smiled, before perusing the "evidence". "Yes, it seems to be in order," he said, but I was on my feet. "May it please the court, may we know why my learned friend received this discount?" I asked. Father looked at my sister, his head inclined in a question. "Certainly, your honour," said Janet. "I performed cunnilingus on Miss Hardcastle!" "How do we know this?" I inquired, once more rising to my feet. "Good question - what do you say, ma'am," said the judge. "Miss Hardcastle has an almost hairless quim and wears a little ring in her pierced left labia lip," said Janet. "Indeed she does," said the judge, who then addressed me: "Application dismissed. I now call on my dear wife, Amanda, to provide expert witness." Amanda, the 35-year-old blonde, then stood. "State your name and qualifications," said the judge, in his kindly, "you'll be well looked after in my court" tone. "My name is Amanda, I'm 35 years of age, my vital statistics are 34-25-34 and I was a former erotic model and pornstar. I appeared in more than 20 films under the pseudonym Britt Clitt, in which I played submissive roles. In my opinion, your honour, this makes me an eminently qualified expert witness on the punishments inflicted on me this week." Father's hand appeared to be at work beneath his desk. "Excellent, my dear, excellent - the court recognises you as an expert witness. Now, starting with Jason, your opinion of his work." My mother smiled at me. "If it pleases the court, he was very good, not to say excellent. The fact that the cords attached to the nipple and pussy clamps were stretched or lengthened by means of whip instructions was an erotic part of the play. "His use of enforced fellatio to completion was also a nice touch. It was an extremely effective humiliation, which would not disgrace a Grade A porno film." "Fine," said my father. "Now proceed to the punishment performed on you by your stepdaughter, Janet." This time mother smiled at Janet before proceeding. "May it please the court, the decision by punisher Janet to enter the study riding me was an excellent choice. A fine example of dominance. "The bondage bra and punishment panties were a nice touch, along with the fact that I was forced to fondle myself in them, and to enjoy - if that's the correct term, your honour - the caress of her crop on my breasts, buttocks and pussy. "But Janet's piece de resistance was the water sports section of her demonstration, along with the pee panties. An excellent domination display in every way." My father looked on with a broad smile on his face. "Thank you, my dear, you have been an excellent expert witness. You may be seated." Mother resumed her seat, setting herself gingerly on the chair. Father cleared his throat in his "Now hear this" manner and began: "First, the court would like to express its congratulations to both punishers for their innovative and effective punishments. "Jason, you were superb, with an erotic display of male dominance over your mother. Janet, likewise, except that the term, of course, must be female dominance. "Sadly, in all such cases, there has to be a winner - and there has to be a loser. Sorry, Jason, but your sister's use of pee pee to dominate your mother swung the scales in her favour. "It is the verdict of this punishment court, that Janet is the winner and from 9am tomorrow morning has the rights to use Amanda as a sex slave until 9pm on Sunday evening. The winner is, of course, expected to share her good fortune from time to time with the loser and the honourable judge. "The only exception to the hours of sex slavery will be at night time, when Amanda will return to the marital bed. Janet, you may retire and celebrate in whatever way you feel fit, Jason you may go with her. Your mother and I have some business of an, er, intimate nature to conduct. "This punishment court is now adjourned." Janet and I planted a kiss on each of mother's cheeks and departed. My sister grabbed my hand in hers and almost dragged me into her bedroom, where she quickly stripped off her PVC bra and panties. I, too, was quickly nude and when Janet threw herself back onto the bed I was ready to drive my eight-inches swiftly home. My sister, however, had different ideas. "Lick me first, I'm sooooo wet," she panted and I placed my face down by her pussy. The aroma was intense! Beautiful, but intense, and as I began to lap at her juiced quim I thought I'd never tasted her this wet before. Janet writhed beneath me for about a minute or two, then grabbed my hair painfully and gasped: "Fuck me, my darling loser brother, fuck me!" I climbed up and pressed my cock into her slipperiness. It penetrated her like a proverbial knife through butter - I'd never known her this hot! Suddenly, our engorged lust was halted by a discreet knock on the door, and father entered, his body nude, his cock standing to rigid attention. "Er, sorry to interrupt," he said, placing a hand to his cock and stroking it. "But after breakfast tomorrow, Jason, we have an appointment at Miss Hardcastle's sex shop. She's allowing us a private visit between 9 and 10, when she opens. Be ready." I felt like saying "Thank's a fucking lot, father", but bit my tongue and said "OK, dad" before resuming my brotherly fuck of my sister. Father, still stroking his erection, left. Soon Janet and I both came, in an exhausted thrashing and heaving. I was so beat, that I spent the night with Jan, gave her a slow, loving fuck at dawn and crept back into my own bed at 7am. After breakfast, father rang down to Frobisher in the reception area of our apartments and asked him to get us a cab. Father, ever mindful that he was a famous face - albeit only famous judicially - put on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses and a ridiculous New York Yankees baseball cap. As we left the apartment, Janet was helping mother into her punishment bra and panties. Janet was naked - save for the pee panties that she had put on prior to breakfast. "Damn," said my father, as we rode down to the ground floor in the lift, "I'd have liked to have watched that. Still, there's always tomorrow." "Or this afternoon, or this evening," I remarked and, for once and to my surprise, father chuckled at my little joke. In Soho, father paid the cab off and we walked up to the first floor of Miss Hardcastle's sex shop. It was 9.10am and in the window hung a charming message: "We're closed - fuck off!" Ignoring it, my father rapped on the door. A curtain by the door was drawn back and Trudy, the rather pretty and busty little blonde who had witnessed Miss Hardcastle performing fellatio during my visit there, smiled and let us in. "Hello, my dear Trudy," said father, in his most lecherous tone, "have you been behaving yourself?" The blonde, who I later learned from father was only 18, grinned and in a small girl voice, replied: "No sir, I've been very, very naughty." "And what happens to little girls who are naughty?" said my father, as Miss Hardcastle entered the scene. "They get spanked, sir," said Trudy, still in her little girl voice. Miss Hardcastle interrupted: "Very well, Trudy, take his honour into the spanking room - and don't forget, if he's nice to you, you must reward him!" The sex shop proprietor then held out her hand, and said: "Come with me, young man." I looked at her closely for the very first time. She was a honey blonde, with big blue eyes, wore a tight T-shirt across what seemed like 40-inch breasts. Her black leather mini stretched across a voluptuous but still shapely backside. Aged about 50, she had obviously once been an extremely attractive woman and she still had an aura of sexiness. As we entered her office, she shut the door and pulled off her T-shirt to reveal her massive hooters with dark brown and very erect nipples. "We've got about 45 minutes before opening time, Jason," she told me, "so let's get on with it." And as I stepped into her arms and bent my mouth to her lush large breasts and randy nipples, Miss Hardcastle unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans so they fell to the floor. She then yanked my thong down and stroked my already stiff cock. As I was sucking at her big boobs, I felt for the hook and zipper at the back of her miniskirt and pushed the garment down to her ankles, finding as I stroked her buttocks that she was not wearing panties. My cock thrust against her pudenda, which was warm and moist. Miss Hardcastle pushed me down to my knees and I managed to kick my jeans and thong away from me as I knelt before her hairless quim, a mere hint of light brown fuzz on her mons. Her piss flaps gleamed and in the left labia lip I spotted the little ring Janet had mentioned. The aroma of an aroused, mature woman invaded my senses as I began to perform cunnilingus on Miss Hardcastle, just as my darling sister had done several days before. The shop owner began to moan as I worked away at her snatch, then she sat back against the edge of her desk and gasped "Cock in cunt, dear boy, cock in cunt!" I stood and placed my cock lips against her dripping cunt and thrust it up her, astonished at the satin smoothness and wetness of her vagina. I'd only been riding her for a minute or two, before she was making a fresh demand. "Tit fuck next, darl," she ordered, and I withdrew my penis, its helmet now pink and fully revealed as my foreskin had been pulled back to the ring by the tension in her cunt. Miss Hardcastle lowered herself until my cock was level with her cleavage and then I pumped its hardness between the two large globes of her breasts as she pressed the mounds together, trapping me in her fleshy embrace. Again, after a minute or two at this delightful performance, Miss Hardcastle again had a fresh demand: "Now mouth fuck me, darling, mouth fuck me!" Once more my cock went on an upwards journey over her body, from cunt, to boobs and finally mouth. Miss Hardcastle encircled my hard-on and sucked with expertise at my throbbing erection. All this was too much for me and within a minute of entering her mouth I was panting "I'm coooooming" and I shot my first release of the day into her. From behind me I heard the sound of a hand clap and turned to see my father, naked, standing with Trudy, also naked, her big-breasted, white body gleaming like alabaster in the office's hard light. Trudy's face and buttocks were not white, though, the cheeks on her face were bright with excitement, the cheeks on her bum bright with chastisement. And father, I noticed, was limp pricked. Miss Hardcastle sucked me dry, then stood up and kissed me on the mouth. "He's a fast learner, your honour," she told my father, "almost as good as you!" Father chuckled, then kissed the red-faced Trudy on the lips and said: "A wonderful way to start the day, my dear Trudy. Thank you, you naughty young thing, your mouth is as educated as your lovely little bum!" Trudy smiled at him, then said: "Shall I fetch the packages, madam?" Miss Hardcastle nodded, and father left the office to find his clothes, as the shop owner and myself got dressed. Outside in the main shop, Miss Hardcastle took two packages from Trudy and handed one to me, one to my father. "I'll charge 'em to your account, ducks," she told my father, who was rarely, if ever, I suspected, addressed as "ducks". "Thank you, my dear," said father, bending to kiss her paternally on the cheek. "Right Jason, a quick walk back to the apartment and we'll see what the day brings." As we walked back through Soho, towards Mayfair, I asked father what the packages contained, although I had a fairly good idea. Anyone for Cards? Ch. 04 "Large-sized pee panties, male," said my father, making sure no one on the pavement was within earshot. "Fantastic, father," I said, eagerly. "As a matter of fact, I'm ready for a piddle." "That's funny, boy," he said, "so am I. So am I!" To be continued...