9 comments/ 119728 views/ 25 favorites The Dare Family Ch. 01 By: XXNoraJeanXX The mansion and its grounds were truly stunning. The regal twenty thousand square foot mansion with its numerous peaks and multitude of large windows sat far back from the main road. The lush green lawns were impeccably maintained as were the colourful gardens. The paved drive wound up to the grand entrance where sat a majestic water fountain. Wide steps lead to a sweeping covered veranda and the front doors. The house was painted in quiet shades of gray and winter white. When standing facing the monstrous mansion it would be hard to miss the five garages to the right, and the regulation size tennis court to the left. The mansion often had a way of making visitors feel unworthy of its grandeur. Outback of the vast home was paved all around an enormous outdoor pool, complete with waterfall and Jacuzzi. Beyond that there lie the endless rolling green lawns. To the right stood two cottage-style guesthouses, and to the left the servant's quarters nestled in some trees. Both held beauty that complimented the main house. At the furthest end of the property three hundred feet of private beach stretched, as well as access to a private harbour. To complete all this, there were glorious forests and boundless wildlife surrounding the entire property. It was almost too good to be true. Twelve bedrooms, four powder rooms, fourteen full washrooms, indoor pool, and an elevator made the house feel more like a hotel than a home. It was daunting at first, but no more so than the owner was himself. Vincent Dare had commissioned the house to be built for himself and his late wife shortly after they had married in the spring of 1976. Unfortunately, Susan Dare had died far too young, just five short years after they had wed. Vincent had been deeply in love with his Susan, and had it not been for his business he might not have been able to carry on. Some thought he had carried on for his son and daughter, and Vincent had let them think that, but it was far from the truth . Georgia and Ambrose were Vincent's twins born in the summer of 1979. They had been Susan's pride and joy. Vincent had been very busy with his business in those days and worked long hours. He had little, if anything, to do with the children. When Susan had given birth, Vincent had suggested hiring a night nurse and a nanny, but Susan had shot down his suggestion of allowing anyone else care for her children. In fact she had been quite adamant about raising her babies herself. When she died Vincent readily hired the nanny he had wanted to take over the preschooler's daily care. He virtually never saw the children, and relied on weekly meetings with Nanny Jane to remain abreast of their progress. He feigned interest in the fruits of his loins, but as small children they just didn't hold his interest. Georgia and Ambrose grew into adults, and Vincent found himself finally connecting with them on some levels. Vincent sent Georgia off to a prestigious finishing school in Switzerland and then brought her back home to her Daddy where he could keep her safe. His son, Ambrose, had attended a posh university in the states and showed a real aptitude toward politics. Vincent couldn't have been more proud, as he dabbled in politics a little himself. Despite his success getting onto the local political scene though, Ambrose also chose to live at home with his father. To further his career though, he quickly found himself a submissive little piece eye-candy for a wife. Ambrose brought her to live with him in his father's mansion. Vincent Dare had approved immensely of his new daughter right away. Genevieve appealed to him greatly from the first moment he laid eyes on her. She was a perfect blank slate. A well educated small town girl. Genevieve had also been a twenty-two year old virgin when Ambrose had brought her home. Suddenly with her there Vincent felt more alive with the possibilities that she brought to the house. It had been a thrilling evening for Vincent, when Ambrose had finally brought Genevieve home to meet them all. Genevieve had been a true beauty, with classic bone structure and a body surely built for lovemaking. She was of average height with a slender build. Her breasts were full and most alluring under her stiff dress. Vincent could picture a baby suckling softly at her tits, and wondered to himself what her nipples would look like. Her hips swelled gently under her frock-like dress, and Vincent thought they looked to be good childbearing hips. The dress would have to go, of course, but all in good time he assured himself. Genevieve would have a lot to learn about the way with which the Dare household was run. However, for the first meeting the family had all agreed to keep her in the dark about their eccentricities, so she wouldn't be scared off before she was bound to Ambrose by their marriage vows. Vincent had also quite liked her ass length strawberry blonde hair. It had been fragrant of jasmine when he had leaned close to place a kiss on each of her creamy cheeks of her pretty face. She had a smattering of endearing freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. They were barely noticeable though, because of her captivating blue eyes. Her lips were full and lightly painted, and Vincent could picture them tightly wrapped around his swollen cock. She would learn to love and crave cum. With God as his witness, he would teach this innocent woman to love cum among other things. Upon arriving at the Dare Mansion, Genevieve had politely requested to have her own room until she was wed to Ambrose. Ambrose did not object to this arrangement and Vincent was ecstatic with this setup. Maybe then he might get the opportunity to make a special visit to his future daughter's bedroom before his son would have the opportunity to deflower his bride to be. Vincent knew he was becoming quite depraved in his old age, but loosing Susan so soon after they had wed had simply flipped a switch within him. He craved things he knew he had no right to partake in. His daughter's slightly swollen pregnancy belly could attest to that quite well. In just shy of five months Vincent would become both a father and a grandfather at the exact same moment. Both Georgia and Vincent were pleased with the impending birth. Georgia desperately had wanted to become a mother, and Vincent looked forward to the second chance. Ambrose was also pleased about the impending birth, but more pleased that it was almost assuredly his father's spawn and not his own. Ambrose was always strictly cautious about protection when screwing his sister. For Ambrose, his career always came first and so he fiercely protected himself from potential scandal. It was late on the eve of his son's marriage that Vincent had gone to Genevieve's suite. He knocked softly once before granting his access with a master key. Genevieve lay perfectly still on the king-sized canopy bed in the brightly moonlit room. She had not awoken at his entrance. This suited Vincent just fine. As he drew closer to the bed he could see she slept on her back with her face to the window. Her body was almost completely hidden by the heavy white duvet. Watching her sleep he slipped out of his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was nude when he slipped under the duvet on the open side of the bed. Genevieve appeared to be a heavy sleeper as she hardly stirred when he shifted his weight on the bed to bring the front of his body into direct contact with the side of her soft body. His cock stiffed rigidly against her leg. Reaching for her, Vincent found himself pleasantly surprised that his seemingly guileless future daughter slept completely in the nude! Vincent caressed her under the blanket, and yet she remained sleeping. She felt like pure silk. Her rhythmic breathing only caught slightly when he captured one of her nipples firmly between his fingers and he pinched her there ever so lightly. He touched her without reserve, willing her to wake and capture him in the act. She did neither, no matter how bold his fondling became. Finally his hand snaked down over her flat belly, and reached the soft patch of curls that topped her pubic mound. Vincent pictured how golden red those curls would likely be, and he felt pre-cum leak from his dick onto her leg. As gently as possible he nudged her legs apart with his forearm. The sleeping woman moaned softly in her sleep when he pushed his index finger in passed her vaginal lips to gently rub her clit. Holding his breath he rubbed her clit deliberately but unhurriedly for a while. When he allowed his finger to slide down her slit to her cunt hole he was rewarded with a moistness there that he had hoped for. She continued to sleep, but moaned softly causing shivers of pleasure to skim over Vincent's heated skin. "Sleep my beauty. Soon enough you will wake and I will make you a woman." Vincent whispered gently into her ear . Bringing his cream coated finger to his nose he smelled Genevieve's sensuous musk, and then he tasted it. She had a delightfully sweet taste that danced and tingled on his tongue. With a wicked smile he knew just how he hoped to wake her. With unhurried and controlled movements Vincent positioned himself between Genevieve's legs. He was surprised by her steadfast ability to sleep, even while he had spread her creamy thighs to grant him access to her most private place. Either the woman was a terrific actress, or the world's deepest sleeper. Vincent didn't care either way, as he lowered his head between her legs and playfully licked the outer lips of her pussy. She smelled divine. Using his fingers he spread her puffy outer lips and exposed her entire pink pussy. She smelled exotic. Vincent clamped his lips over her clit and thrummed it ruthlessly with his experienced tongue. He knew this should finally wake sleeping beauty, and it did! She bucked hard with shock and fear, but he quickly clamped onto her hips with his powerful arms and held his mouth firmly to her mound. When she cried out with fear, Vincent ruthlessly bit her clit enough to temporarily hurt, but no real harm done. Genevieve cried out with the sharp pain this must have caused her, and then slipped into a loud whimpered. "Shut up!" Vincent hissed. "I am not going to hurt you!" "What...what are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Genevieve asked brokenly. Her voice was filled with uncertainty. She still seemed groggy. "I am here to get you ready for Ambrose. You are an innocent my sweet Genevieve. You cannot possibly think you will be able to please my son on your wedding night when you know nothing of what he likes in the bedroom. If you can't keep him happy at home he will quickly seek others to fulfill your wifely duties. Now, will you just relax and let me help you?" Vincent took a few quick licks at her most intimate area to show her who held the power. She had no real choice and he sensed that she knew this. "I can't. I can't relax and I can't do this. What exactly are you doing down there? Please stop!" She was panicking, her hips moving erratically. She was even more innocent than Vincent had suspected. "My God child! Did your parents keep you under a rock? I am performing oral sex on you. I am eating out your pussy. Do you feel this?" Vincent sucked on her clit. "That is your clit. It is the easiest method with which to make you climax. Do you feel this?" Vincent sucked on one of her labia and then the other. "Those are your labia. And do you feel this?" Vincent released one of her legs so he could push a finger partially into her cunt. "That is your cunt hole. That is where I will shove my dick, and tomorrow my son will shove his dick in there as well." "Oh my goodness! I cannot do this! I cannot do this with you! My mother told me lovemaking was sacred and should only take place between husband and wife. It is a sin for me to sleep with you Mr. Dare. It is a sin for me to allow you to place your mouth there! Please stop!" Vincent couldn't make out the young girl's face so well even with the bright moonlight streaming in through the window, but he was certain her eyes would be wide with fear. "Tell me my dear, if you are such an innocent, why is it that you sleep nude? And have you always been such a sound sleeper?" Genevieve made a tiny choking sound. She did not answer right away so Vincent took it upon himself to lazily run his tongue up and down her slit before plunging it into her hole. Her breath caught and she held it tight in her chest. "I just wanted to. I had never been allowed to do such a thing as sleep in the nude. No matter how hot it was out. I just wanted to experience it." She paused taking gulps of air. "And I took some sleeping pills to help me get some rest before my wedding day. Please Mr. Dare! Please don't make me do this with you!" Vincent didn't mind the fear he could clearly hear in her quivering voice. In fact he quite liked it. He had wanted to give her, an orgasm first before he took her virginity, but his need was pounding hungrily within him. He desperately needed to posses her. Vincent moved swiftly which caught Genevieve off guard. She had no chance to react before he was pressing her heavily to the mattress with his full body weight. Much to her dismay her legs wound up wrapped around his to accommodate his body. He stopped himself with his rock hard cock poised at the opening to her virgin cunt. He knew he was going to hurt her. He would make some effort to make her discomfort minimal, but couldn't go too easy on her or he wouldn't be able to breaking her. When Genevieve made a small squealed that sounded very much like a frightened piglet, Vincent pushed forward and entered a few inches of his seven inch cock into her rapidly drying cunt. He paused at the resistance that was her maiden head. Genevieve was now squirming uncontrollably underneath him, as well as crying softly. She would not be able to escape from him thought, as he easily outweighed her by seventy-five pounds. "Don't do this! Ambrose won't want me anymore! Please stop!" She cried out in one last futile attempt. Vincent growled. "Genevieve! Shut the fuck up! Ambrose won't care. Now lay still or this will hurt far more than it needs to!" With one deep thrust, Vincent tore passed Genevieve's maiden head, and buried himself deeply within her virgin cunt. She was like a tight sheath around his cock. Her whimpers and whines only fed into his perverse arousal. She was now his. Forever marked. He would forever own her, just as he owned Georgia and Ambrose. She was not his first virgin, but she was surly his tightest, and most innocent. He stayed still inside her as long as he could manage, and when his need grew too great he began to pull back and thrust in repeatedly. He buried himself to the hilt several times, as she cried softly pressing her face into his muscular arm. "You are a woman now. You should stop crying and thank me for this." "No!" She sobbed, but Vincent wasn't sure which one of them she was talking to as he felt her grow wet around him again. Slowly he sensed a change in her. Her body was reacting on its own authority, and he couldn't have been more pleased. He thrust faster with the added slickness within her. She felt smooth and warm wrapped around him. She stopped crying, and no longer squirmed to get away. She seemingly moved to feel more of him. He would not disappoint her and thrust faster, bucking his hips wildly into her to produce a fantastic slapping sound to emanate from between them. Dazed, trembling and feverish she stared at him, "Please." She said simply. This simple word undid him like nothing else could. His mouth swooped down on hers, and his kiss was punishing with the force of lust unleashed. He plunged into her several more times before he finally pulled his glistening dick from tight hole. Jerking hard on his cock he shot a large stream of semen onto Genevieve's mound of tight pubic curls, before collapsing onto his back next to her on the bed. He breathed deeply, his chest heaving from his efforts to have controlled his needs. Genevieve wasted no time in scooting up the bed and pressing her entire body into a tight ball against the headboard. Vincent thought he could faintly smell blood on the air. No doubt she was bleeding. He had not been careful with her. He knew from her wounded animal act, she was surely in discomfort. He smiled proudly as he rolled himself off the bed and to standing position. He reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned it once. This only turned the lamp onto a dim setting. He could see her quite well, naked and shivering from the adrenalin coursing through her system. "Was that so bad, my sweet?" He asked callously. "You grew wet for me. Your cunt coated my dick with cream. Your body wanted me there and welcomed me." "Please go." She whispered softly not denying the validity of what he said. "I will get a cool cloth to wash you. I will be right back." Vincent went to the attached on suite washroom and wet a cloth with cool but not cold water. He returned to the bedroom to find Genevieve in the exact same position he had left her in. Huddled and frightened. "Spread your legs." It was a command. She refused, not even acknowledging that he had spoken. Anger snapped within him and his jaw clenched. He wasn't a man used to being ignored by anyone let alone a little cunt! "I'm not going to hurt you! Now spread your fucking legs!" He wasn't a patient man either. His hand snaked out and pulled her like a rag doll back down the bed. She lay on her back looking frightened. Spreading her legs with angry motions he thrust the cool cloth hard against her pussy. She did not relax, but he did bank his temper. Treating her like a child he cleaned up the small amount of blood there, as well as any residual cream -- both his and hers. Once Vincent had his reluctant lover cleaned, he bent forward and placed a tender kiss first on her outer lips of her cunt and then moving upward he placed an equally tender kiss on her mouth. It was then that he saw the small light of arousal in her blue eyes. On some level she was pleased to be a woman. She was pleased with what he had done to her. She would thank him soon enough. He could see it all in her eyes. Vincent covered her up and switched off the light. Pulling his robe back over his naked body, he left the room as quietly as he had entered. Vincent moved swiftly through the dark halls toward Ambrose room. He wanted to tell his son of what he had done, just for the pleasure of seeing his son's reaction. Just as he was about to knock on the wooden door, Vincent was sure he could hear the moans of a woman in the throes of passion. No doubt Ambrose would have a member of the house staff on all fours while he fucked her from behind. Vincent considered simply letting himself in, but decided it would be best to knock. "Come...in...Father!" Ambrose called from within the room. Vincent assumed that Ambrose must have guessed that his father would be the only nighthawk prowling the halls. Using the master key, Vincent let himself into his son's room. He was greeted by a slightly surprising display. On the bed, Ambrose did have a servant on all fours, but not at all who Vincent would have guessed. Vincent approached the bed without a word. Ambrose never broke stride in his thrusts into his lover. "Good evening son. Good evening Nanny Jane." Nanny Jane had almost singlehanded raised both Ambrose and Georgia. When they had turned eighteen Vincent had had to regretfully let her go, however recently he had rehired her to assist Georgia through her pregnancy and then to be there when the baby would come home. Vincent was somewhat surprised to find the nanny in her late forties being pounded doggie style by the very man she practically raised. The naughtiness of the coupling appealed to Vincent on so many baser levels. The Dare Family Ch. 01 "Hello Father." Ambrose gritted out, not being bothered at all by his father watching. "Good...evening...Sir." Nanny Jane answered over the loud slapping noise Ambrose muscular body would make against her rounded ass every time he pushed deeply into her. Vincent felt his cock stir. Vincent stood for several minutes, just watching the unusual couple fuck manically. Ambrose was at least twenty years Nanny Jane's junior, and at least forty pounds lighter than her as well. They were an odd pairing to say the least. Nanny Jane was over two hundred pounds with a full rounded ass and belly, big full tits with nipples that surely would point to the floor if she was to stand upright without a bra. Her arms and legs were also thick and bared some stretch marks from her weight gain over the past few years. Her hair was long and blonde with little signs of greying, but likely bottle blonde now. Her face was pretty and maternal. She wasn't at all conventionally attractive, but Vincent could see why she would have appealed to Ambrose. Hell, she was turning him on just watching her chubby body quiver with his son's force. Ambrose made one final deep plunge into Nanny Jane, before he convulsed and shuddered with his climax. He did not waste time in pulling out his condom covered cock and whipping the spunk-filled piece of rubbed off of his dick. Nanny Jane simply fell into a heavy heap on the bed trying desperately to catch her breath. "Did you come here to watch me fuck my Nanny? Or, do you have something more pressing on your mind, Father?" Vincent tore his eyes from the nanny and looked to his son. "Oh, yes. I came here to let you know that I deflowered your wife just a short time ago. She has a tight little cunt, and I enjoyed her very much. She wasn't in total agreement with our lovemaking at first, so you may want to go to her and calm her tonight." Vincent saw something akin to rage flash in his son's eyes before it was quickly suppressed. "I would suggest you shower first, so you don't smell of pussy when you go to her." Vincent took one last look at the nanny on the bed. He would have to have her soon, he thought to himself, before he left them alone. He would return to his room and sleep well, in preparation for the wedding the next day. *** Genevieve's pure white wedding gown was mocking her. What should have been a beautiful sign of her purity was now an albatross around her neck. She had not only allowed one man to use her body, but she had let two. Shortly after Mr. Dare had slunk out of her room, Ambrose had come to her. He had held her and kissed her passionately. He was a gentleman, unlike is father. He had asked on a whisper if he could make love to her. Genevieve thought it was her only salvation to let her husband have her then. She had tried to tell him what his father had done, but as he made love to her with a condom between them, she suspected he knew what his father had taken. His loving was calm and tender, and much to Genevieve's dismay her body did not react as well to her husband's lovemaking as it had to his father. Her heart tore in half. "Oh Genny! You look so beautiful! I am so proud of you." Her mother gushed. It took all the strength within her not to shatter completely when her mother had joined her in the bridal room at the Church. "Thank you, Mother." Genevieve said as she knew would be expected of her. She would do as expected of her. She would hold her head high, smile, and walk down the aisle to her groom. Four Months after the Wedding... Genevieve was settling into married life fine enough, but she was still struggling with being a member of the Dare family. She hadn't suspected she would ever become a sexual play-thing for hers, but she had become just that. They were clearly sinful deviants. Nothing proved this more than Georgia being pregnant by her own father. Genevieve had wanted to fight them and find a way to escape, but she felt duty bound to her new husband. At first she had spent night after night begging Ambrose to move them away from his family home, but he had refused. Gradually she had accepted her new life, and against her better judgment she even had come to like some aspects. It was after five o'clock and Genevieve had overslept during an afternoon nap! Ambrose had been insatiable the night before and had kept Genevieve up until the early hours making love. Now, she wouldn't be in her proper place to greet her father when he would come in the door. She felt a quiver in her stomach at the knowledge that she would be punished that evening for this infraction. Vincent would not be happy with her, and she would pay. "Miss Genevieve? Why aren't you in the front hall, ma'am?" The maid asked breezing into the bedroom. "Oh Petra! I fell asleep and overslept! Mr. Dare is not going to be happy with me." "Madam, you had better get prepared to grovel. Mr. Dare is upset, and on his way up." Petra said with a shake to her voice. She quickly slipped out of the room to make herself scarce. Vincent Dare blew into the room. His angry presence filled the entire room to the brim. Genevieve immediately dropped to her knees, her naked body shaking slightly. She knew he would not hit her, but what would he do? What would he force her to do? "Genevieve, there you are! Imagine my shock and disappointment to come in the door and not see your cunt waiting for me? What the fuck were you doing that was so important that you would directly disobey me?" He asked, livid. "I am so sorry! I fell asleep and overslept! It won't happen again." "Well, you will have to be punished. You will meet me in my study tonight at ten. Be naked and be clean. I don't want to smell a trace of my son on you or in you. Do you understand me?" He paused while she nodded solemnly. "Now, get dressed for dinner." Vincent turned on his expensive leather shoes and left. Half relieved and half troubled, Genevieve collapsed onto the floor in a naked heap. Genevieve finally allowed her heart to feel what her head had known from the night Vincent had taken her virginity. She may have married Ambrose Dare, but it was Vincent Dare that owned her, possessed her, and held her captive. As distressing as that seemed, there was something worse and that was that Genevieve almost liked the arrangement. She had never felt more alive in her life. Both Ambrose and Vincent seemed to be skilled lovers, and made her feel amazing while they pushed her over the edge time and time again. She missed them, and lusted for them both, while they were out of the house during the day. On some level she even looked forward to her punishment. Vincent gave his daughter the silent treatment for the entire evening. After dinner, Genevieve set to bathing and preparing for her punishment. Ambrose did not offer any hope of reprieve. A surge of excitement fluttered in her stomach as she made her way to her father in law's study. She was naked, as she knew he would want. She was fresh from her third bath, and smelled fragrant of jasmine, as he would also want. She felt ready to face him, and face her punishment as it would be. She could accept what he had in store for her, and really she hadn't the choice. "Come in Genevieve." Vincent called from the other side of the closed door. The door opened with the slightest groan of ungreased hinges. Genevieve imagined Vincent had probably specifically instructed his house staff not to grease the hinges on this door, as the sound nicely alluded to a certain dark atmosphere of a master's lair. A mixture of nerves and anticipation furled in her belly. Vincent sat in his high back leather chair with his feet propped comfortably on his mahogany desk. His shrewd eyes watched her closely as she stepped beyond the threshold and closed the door securely behind her. "Get on your knees and crawl to the sofa." He ordered coolly. She did as he said. She knew she should feel degraded, but instead her cunt thrummed with lust. "Very good. Now get up and kneel on the sofa with your face to the wall." Again she promptly did as she was told. Finally he moved from his chair, with his swift cat-like movements he came up behind her. He smacked her hard on the ass, most likely leaving quite a red welt in the shape of his hand. She did not dare cry out. He stepped back and stood in silence for several long seconds. "Do I not treat you well here, Genevieve? Do I not provide a comfortable life for you? Because, I can assure you it is not Ambrose that is dressing you in couture, feeding you caviar, and keeping this magnificent home over your head. Oh no! That, my dear, is most assuredly me!" He paused and Genevieve's eyes rounded as she heard him grab something off the table at the far end of the sofa. "I have to teach you a lesson, my sweet. I want you to be a good little girl and do as I tell you, do you understand?" Genevieve nodded. That wasn't good enough. "Tell me you fucking understand you cunt!" He growled. "I understand." Her voice was soft. "First, I want you to call me Daddy from now on. I take care of you like your Daddy did, so you should call me Daddy. Don't you agree?" "Yes, Daddy!" "Bend over a little further. Push your ass out for me." Again she followed his instructions. "I am going to inspect your asshole. My son hasn't popped your ass cherry yet has he?" Fear trickled down Genevieve's back. "No Daddy. I don't do that." Whap! Something lashed out and whipped Genevieve's ass so hard it instantly brought tears to her eyes. "Wrong again, my sweet! You will do that. It will be part of your punishment tonight, and soon you will be begging for a dick in your ass." He laughed his wicked laugh. "Remember when it was a sin for you to have your cunt eaten out? Now, you practically jump on my face for a good licking. Remember when it was a sin to have sex with your father? Now you get wet with anticipation of having my cock buried deep in your horny pussy." To prove his point, Vincent roughly shoved a finger into her. She was creamy for him, even despite the pain he had just inflicted on her with what had to have been a whip. "Stay still now, and behave yourself. I am going to inspect your pretty ass." Vincent put the whip down of the coffee table in front of the soft. He then turned his attention to her ass. He spread her ass cheeks and ran his finger up and down her crack, paying careful attention to her puckered hole. She remained silent, but tensed ever so slightly when he pretended he was going to penetrate her with his dry finger. She had two angry marks on her white rounded ass. Vincent's cock throbbed at the combined sight of that and her pretty pink pucker. Reaching back toward the side table that had held the whip, he palmed a bottle of lubricant. Drizzling some between her crack and over her asshole he continued to rub his fingers up and down. This time he noticed a different reaction when he pressed the tip of his finger ever so gently against the pucker of her asshole. She pushed back ever so slightly, almost willing him to press the finger into her. Vincent would be loath to let the lady down, so he pressed a little more firmly and his finger slid in passed her excruciatingly tight sphincter muscle. Pulling it back out, Vincent decided it was time to undress. He shed his clothes with ease and stood naked and hard behind her. He thought to take her ass hard and fast, but he felt she needed more punishment first. Again he reached for something from the side table. Genevieve remained perfectly still as he slid an enormous vibrator up into her pussy, she continued to be still as he used straps to keep it in place. He turned it on high and then returned to his leather chair to simply watch her. At first the vibrator simply felt filling, but soon the buzzing fake dick made her snatch begin to drip. It felt so good, but she desperately wanted to reach down and fuck it in and out of her. She craved the friction of the vibrator sliding in and out of her. She shook with her need, but daren't move her hand from the back of the sofa. He continued to watch her until she was sure she might go crazy from her state of suspended pleasure. It felt so good, and yet it wasn't quite enough to rocket her over the edge. Vincent moved behind her again. He leaned over her pressing his chest to her back, and placing his mouth by her ear. His hard cock lay cradled between her ass cheeks. "Is your anus open for play, now?" He whispered seductively. "Mmm hmm." She managed. "Pardon me?" He pushed. "Yes! Yes Daddy! Fuck my ass!" Genevieve was mad with her lust now. Her cunt dripping wet around the big vibrator . "Good girl." Vincent reared back and took his dick firmly in hand. Leaving the vibrator in place, he pushed the thick head of his cock at the pucker of her asshole. He pushed forward determinedly until the head popped into her virgin ass. She shrieked with surprised and he could feel her anal muscles attempting to push him back out. He knew this was normal, and once her ass had adjusted to the violation it would relax around him. Georgia's ass had been the toughest to break in, but it was all about the fun of practicing. He pushed further and took himself deeper within her. She whimpered. Her ass was tantalizingly tight around him. He could feel it squeezing him and begging his cum to erupt. He would have to pace himself in order to punish her properly . "Do you like Daddy's cock in your ass?" She didn't answer him. She couldn't answer him, because she was already in the throes of a wild climax. Losing his own loose leash on control, Vincent pushed deep and spilled his seed deep into her bowels. When he could breathe semi-normal again he pulled his cock out of her and slapped her on the ass. "That's enough punishment for tonight. Go back to your husband and make him eat my cum from your ass." Genevieve attempted to undo the straps of the vibrator still harnessed inside her cunt. "No! Leave it in. Crawl back to your room with it in there. Ambrose can help you out of the straps. Good night, my sweet." Genevieve sank to the floor and crawled to the door. She did not look back at Vincent, but she could feel his heavy gave on her as she left the room. Despite the fact that he did not follow her, she followed his instructions closely. She stayed on her hands and knees all the way to the bedroom she shared with her husband. She kept the vibrator in her cunt, but turned off the buzzing. To Genevieve's surprise she even had some mini orgasms while climbing the small flight of stairs to the second level. Her ass felt good and used, and it was not a bad feeling. Ambrose was naked laying on his stomach with Georgia kneeling beside him, when Genevieve crawled into the room. He hadn't bothered locking the door, even though he knew his wife would be back shortly, from his father's study. Ambrose knew his wife would quickly notice Georgia's nudity, and figure out what was going on. Genevieve knew that Vincent fucked his daughter, but to his knowledge she did not know about the special relationship he shared with his sister. Ambrose didn't bother to stop his sister, and Georgia didn't seem bothered by Genevieve's presence either as she simply continued on her quest to insert the large butt plug into her brother's waiting ass. Once the butt plug was fully inserted, Ambrose rolled onto his back. He noticed his lovely wife seemed to be in a stupor as she simply sat with her legs curled under her and watched him and his sister. Georgia wasted no time lowering her red painted lips to his erection and sucking his dick head sweetly. Georgia proceeded to give her brother a powerful blowjob. "Hunny? Do you want to join us?" Ambrose asked gently, while his sister's head bobbed feverishly on his cock. "Your father told me to have to eat his seed from my butt." She blurted. Cold hard anger flashed through Ambrose, but he said nothing. Instead he grabbed his sister's head and pushed her far down on his dick causing her to gag loudly. "Fine then! Climb up and sit on my face. Scoot your ass to my mouth." When she didn't move right away, he yelled. "Now!" Genevieve moved on auto pilot. She quickly unstrapped the vibrator with shaking hands. Seeing her husband being intimate with his own sister deeply shook her, and also very much turned her on. She knew she was become as depraved as them, and she would surely go to Hell. She hesitantly lowered her butt to his mouth, and felt a jolt of pleasure spiral through her belly as his tongue went to work on her back there. Genevieve was in awe with the ease that Georgia lifted her rounded body and lowered herself onto Ambrose standing cock. She began to ride him slow and easily, sitting low to take him as deeply as possible. "Why don't you kiss me?" Georgia asked. Her brown eyes and dark hair so much like Ambrose. Without a thought Genevieve leaned forward her touched her tender lips to Georgia's ruby lips. It was a butterfly kiss, without tongue. It was the beginning of a new craving. To be continued...