Michelle Lesson 06

Author's Notes - Please read the earlier chapters. Each story is built on the previous ones, but you can enjoy them individually. This particular chapter is a continuation of chapter 5. Reading that chapter combined with this one is strongly suggested.

All characters are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction. All of my incest stories are fantasy and do not reflect any real events or persons.

This chapter took longer than the others. It enters an area of sexual behavior where I do not have much experience. I had to do some research, studying and even some experimenting. Please forgive the delay. As for future chapters, I don't know. I will see what inspires me.


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My daughter, Michelle, and I were resting in the rear berth of our sailboat. She had given me a wonderful blowjob before we fell asleep. The sound of a jet ski outside the boat woke me up. My niece, Jae, had been out for a ride with a guy she met at the lake and was returning. I quickly stuffed my cock into my shorts and woke Michelle before I went topside. Jae was on the ladder of the boat and leaning over to give her new friend a kiss.

"Welcome back." I said.

"Hey Uncle Joe, hope I wasn't gone too long."

I looked at my watch "No, you're fine but we need to head back."

Jae waved to her buddy and he motored off. I helped her into the cockpit and kissed her myself. She slipped her tongue into my mouth for a quick second before we heard Michelle climbing the ladder from below.

"Hey, Cuz. How was Brian?" Michelle asked.

"He could use some lessons... and some enhancement. He thinks he's a lot better than he is. He's a nice guy but not a great fuck."

"Jae! Such language." I was fiening shock at her choice of words.

"Well he sucked. He didn't even try to get me off."

"Should you be talking about this in front of your uncle?" I continued.

"Oh come on. Don't be a prude. I know you use this language and we're all adults here. Besides, you know where I work and what I do. Its not like this should surprise you."

"I know. I'm just giving you shit. Ready to get going?"

"Yea, let me get a drink. Chelle, got any aloe with you?"

"In my bag. Bring me a drink too."

"Make it three." I added.

Jae went below to get herself together. I fired up the motor to get us out of the crowded cove and Michelle pulled the anchor. I had us out of the crowd and ready to raise the sails when Jae returned. She had put her shorts and shirt back on. She wasn't wearing her bikini top anymore and her hard nipples were clearly visible through her shirt. She had three cans of soda and the bottle of aloe. We cracked the sodas as we started the cruise back to the marina. We were fortunate that the wind had shifted in our favor and we wouldn't need to do a lot of tacking to get back. That would save us some time.

The girls were making small talk about movies, life in general, social media and what celebrities they thought were hot. Michelle was applying sunscreen and Jae was rubbing in the aloe to her burnt shoulders and legs, I was focused on the boat and enjoying some quiet time on the water.

"Mind if I take my shirt off?" Jae asked.

"No, no probl... wait! You don't have a top underneath."

"So you noticed. Now, do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

"I don't think you should in front of your uncle."

"Why not. You've seen them before."

"When?" I knew the answer, but I was being evasive.

"Yea, Daddy. When?" Michelle piped in with a mischievous grin.

"At the club, Uncle Joe. You remember. You left before I could say hello."

"I didn't think you saw me."

"I did and I wanted to dance for you. Why did you leave?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you. Dancing naked in front of your uncle is not normal."

"It should be in this family, the way everyone gets it on."

"What are you talking about?" I knew that Jae was aware of most of the shenanigans in my wife Valerie's family, but I tried to act innocent to get Jae to come clean with what she knew.

"Well let's see, you and Aunt Val get it on with Aunt Margie and have for years. I have had Margie myself and still do. My dad tried to get Aunt Val and I think he did get Aunt Margie. He has issues. He tried me too. I kicked him in the nuts."

"When did that happen?" That was something I didn't know.

"Last year at the club. I didn't even recognize him he was so bad. The drugs have kicked his ass. He looks seventy years old. He hid by my car and went after me at closing. It wasn't pretty. The bouncer called the cops but he was gone before they got there."

"Too bad they didn't get him." Michelle said.

"I wish they had. Anyway, you know I just did your daughter today, or are you deaf? And I would bet you want me and Michelle."

"Well... I... um..." This comment left me slack jawed and speechless.

"Come on Dad. Do you want Jae? Do you think she is as good as me?"

"MICHELLE!"

"So you two have gotten it on. I thought so. Does Aunt Val know."

"She was there." Michelle said.

"MICHELLE! Stop it."

"It's out there now, Uncle Joe, might as well just admit it. This is one sick family but we do have fun together. As long as it stays within the family it's OK."

"Well this is not OK! Michelle, you were not to tell anyone for any reason. Now get below and wait. Jae if you want to put aloe on your tits then do it below also. And keep your hands, and mouths for that matter, off each other."

"But Daddy..."

"GO. Go now."

The girls took themselves down into the cabin and I prepared to sort this out in my mind.

"Uncle Joe?" I heard Jae call me.

"What?" I answered, somewhat aggravated. When I looked down into the cabin, Jae was peeling her shirt over her head. Her wonderful boobs bounced free. I noticed her hard nipples and light areoles. Much lighter than my wife's and daughter's.

"Like what you see?" She cupped her breasts, pushing them together and held them up. I licked my lips and nodded before turning away.

I had to figure a bunch of things out. Who was I really mad at? Was it me? Was it for what I had done to Michelle or for Jae finding out? I didn't know.

Was it Michelle for telling Jae about us after being told not to? Yes, in part.

Was my new desire for Jae part of the problem? How would I explain this to Val? We had never talked about Jae.

Would we have to tell Margie before Jae did? Yes, we would. Jae could not be trusted there. I was sure she would tell Margie.

Then would Margie like a piece of Michelle's tight young ass? Of course she would.

How could I have let this all happen? What was it about that family? I could have stopped some of it but I was involved more than I ever thought possible. My family never did anything like that. I didn't mind seeing my wife with other women. She even had a couple flings with women from work, but that was not the same. I couldn't figure out how someone could start sleeping with a member of their own family and yet I sleep with my sister-in-law and my own daughter. Now, my niece was seducing me.

The confusion about what had happened was bad enough but what I was going to do in the future was even cloudier. I couldn't just stop this. Michelle's emotions were fragile right now. She would think I was rejecting her and that would send her spiraling off into therapy. Ending things with Margie would be easier but that had gone on for twenty years. I did know one thing. As soon as I got back into cell phone range, I had to let Val know that Michelle had told Jae. She would be angry but she may have some answers. Then there was a punishment to work out for Michelle. She could not get away with breaking her silence.

I was on a steady course so I decided to run below and grab another drink. I slid down the ladder and went to the cooler and got another soda. Before climbing the ladder back to the cockpit I peeked into the rear berth. Both girls were sleeping. Michelle was curled up behind Jae with a hand on her bare tit. I wanted it to be my hand but I didn't have time to stay and gawk. I scampered up the ladder. Fortunately I was still on course with good trim on the sails. I was nearing Pinnacle Rock. Once I cleared that I could turn toward the marina and should get a cell signal. Then I could call Val.

My mind continued its tortured gymnastics of what if's and maybe's. I made the easy turn without much thought and started the final leg of the trip. I looked at my phone. The signal meter showed two bars. I could text at least. A phone call might be broken still. I punched a quick text to Val.

'busy?'

'no'

'hows Margie'

'good. sleeping'

'got a problem'

'what'

'Michelle told Jae'

'told Jae what'

'about us having sex'

'oh shit. what did you do'

'nothing yet. just sent them below'

'what else happened'

'the girls did each other'

'what???????'

'yea and Jae got laid'

'you fucked Jae?'

'not me. some guy on a jet ski'

'sounds like a fun trip'

'yea whatever. bout back to the marina'

'k. ill take care of Chelle. just follow my lead'

'k. luv ya'

'luv ya 2'

Well now I had the punishment piece of the puzzle handled but I still didn't have many answers. I was wondering what Val had in mind to do about Michelle. No time to worry about that now. I had to get the boat tied up at the slip. I hollered at the girls sleeping down below. "Time to get up. Almost back."

There was no answer. So I yelled again."Hey Michelle. I need you."

After a few seconds, I got a reply. "OK, Daddy, we're on the way."

My daughter was the first to come up from the cabin. I knew Jae would be a little longer since she had to put a shirt on. It was not a big deal because Michelle and I could dock the boat by ourselves. I had her furl the jib and set the fenders. Jae stayed below getting things gathered there. Michelle stayed at mast as I neared the channel markers. I had the motor running as we approached.

"Ready to furl the main?"

"Go for it."

I slowly lowered the main sail and Michelle furled it neatly on the boom. As soon as it wasn't catching air I put the motor in gear and steered our way to the slip. Michelle still remained near the mast but now she had the bow line in hand. As I eased the boat up to the bock she deftly stepped off and secured the line as we drifted smoothly into place. She quickly scampered to the rear and caught the line I tossed and tied off the stern. With the boat secure we made short work of stowing the lines and attaching all the covers. Jae had gotten our gear on the dock and we headed for the truck. Despite having a relaxing day, we were tired from our sexual escapades. The ride home gave me a chance to talk to the girls about the days events.

"Well, we had an interesting day."

"Sure did." Jae said. I could hear some hesitation in her voice.

"You alright Jae?"

"Yea. I had a great time. I just don't know if you are mad at me."

"No, I'm not mad at anyone, especially not you. You've done nothing wrong."

"But you are mad at me." Michelle said.

"No, not mad. Disappointed. You made a promise and broke it."

"So I won't get punished?"

"I wouldn't go that far. Mom will be waiting for you at home."

"You told her?"

"Yes I did. No offense Jae, but I needed to tell Val before you told Margie. "

"I wasn't going to tell."

"I'm sure you weren't, but things happen. People have a way of finding out. You saw how easily Michelle let our secret out. Since its all out in the open, it's important that everyone knows about everyone else. That's been taken care of. We just need to be careful that no one else finds out. We're all adults but how this family plays with each other doesn't mesh well with society. Agreed?"

"Yes" both girls said at once.

"Good, we don't need to talk about it anymore right now. Lets get home and get dinner. Anybody want pizza?"

"That works for me." Jae said.

"Me, too." Michelle followed.

"Alright, let's get home."

The trip back through the mountains was much quicker with the empty trailer. We called ahead for our favorite pizza and picked it up on the way. When we got home, Val and Margie were glad for the food. Margie was obviously tired after her long night but doing well. She told the whole story to us while we ate. Her now ex-boyfriend, Tony, had fallen asleep on the couch after Michelle's graduation party and Margie had gone to bed without him. She woke up to a still drunk Tony trying to force his cock down her throat. When she refused to suck him, her punched her in the face. She tried to get away but he pushed her to the floor breaking her wrist. Realizing what the had done, he ran out of the house and Margie called the cops. They got her an ambulance and found Tony a couple of hours later. He had been pulled over for a DUI and was already in jail.

After we ate and she knew Margie would be fine, Jae went home to get a shower and some sleep. Val whispered something to her sister and Margie left for the guest room. My wife then turned her attention to our daughter. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"What do you mean Mom?"

"About telling Jae that we have had sex. You were not supposed to tell anyone and you did. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry. It just slipped out. We were talking and..."

"It just slipped out?" Val interrupted her. "What if it slips out to someone that is not understanding?"

"It won't. Jae is family and she..."

"ENOUGH!" Val cut her off again. Her patience was gone. "I won't take anything but complete obedience."

"But I'm a good girl."

"SILENCE!"

Michelle looked at the floor. My wife had switched into the role of a dom. Val looked at me and winked. I had a fairly good idea where this was going. Our daughter was going to get another lesson about sex but this one would be vastly different. It would involve obedience and pain. I also had a hunch Margie would be involved.

"You will do as I say, when I say it and without question. Is that understood?"

"I guess so." Michelle's answer was very weak, She was still looking at the floor.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I think so."

Val grabbed her daughter's chin and forced the girl to look at her. "Tonight you will refer to me as Ma'am. Your Aunt Margie will be called Mistress. Are there any questions?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No...Ma'am."

"Very good. You are learning. You will say nothing to your father unless I tell you too. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Val turned to me. "Take her to my room and get her ready. Face up. Blindfolded. If she talks too much use the ball gag. For you, I think a hood, shorts, collar...no, you won't need that. You will be assisting tonight. Wear the leather bracers. Give her what instructions you need to but otherwise don't talk to her."

"Yes Ma'am."

"See how easy that is?" Val still had a grip under Michelle's chin, squeezing her cheeks together. "The safe word is popsicle. Do you understand what a safe word is?"

"No Ma'am." Michelle's response was barely audible. She had a look of pure terror in her eyes.

"A safe word is a word that we would not expect to hear during what is about to happen to you. No, stop, don't and other similar words will not protect you. If things get too intense, more than you can handle, say 'popsicle.' Everything will stop. Then we will consider a more conventional punishment. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Ma'am." There was more confidence in Michelle's voice. Now she knew she could stop this or even prevent it from happening at all.

"Would you like her cleaned, Ma'am?" I was hoping for some extra time alone with my daughter before her punishment started.

"Yes, I think that is a great idea. Shower and scrub her but don't let her touch herself. Take this pitiful thing from my sight." Val released Michelle's chin by lifting up on it and pushing her backwards. I raised an arm and caught her around the shoulders as she stumbled back.

"Yes Ma'am."

I grabbed our daughters left arm just above the elbow and led her away. There were things in the bedroom that we had kept hidden from her. Tonight she would learn about some of them. I was hoping she would make it through this. If not, I didn't know what type of punishment Val would think of. When we entered the bedroom, I led Michelle to the bathroom and stopped her in the doorway, facing the shower.

"Stand here. Do not turn around. Do not watch me."

"Daddy, I'm scared."

"You cannot talk to me tonight. But don't worry, you will be fine. I can use the safe word myself to protect you, but do you really think that your mom is going to hurt you?"

"No." It was more of a question than an answer.

"Then just do as you are told. We both need to do as we are told tonight."

"OK. I love you Daddy.'

"We love you too." I kissed the back of her neck and quickly rubbed her arms up and down. I could feel the goose bumps and she was trembling. "Now, you need to be silent."

My daughter stood in the doorway facing away from me with her hands at her sides. I went to the closet and got a small black foot locker from the back of a top shelf. I placed it in the center of the closet floor and opened it. I took out the top tray and placed it on the open lid. In this box were all of our restraints, a wide assortment of ropes, leather straps, leashes, handcuffs, shackles. Many of these items had been modified to be used for specific punishments. It's placement was important so the two doms could find what they wanted. For now I located the two single cuffs with long chains and a carabiner from the tray. I also chose a black padded blindfold. I laid these items on the bed.

Michelle was still at the doorway facing away from me. I could tell she wanted to look but was resisting the urge. I opened my bottom dresser drawer and pulled out a large velvet pouch. I removed the black latex hood and put it on. I zipped it closed over the back of my head. Only my eyes were visible. I opened the zipper across my mouth for now. I would need to give her instructions but it would need to be closed before my wife entered the room. I then placed the tight black shorts on the bed along with the leather bracers. I left the other items in the bag and returned it to its place in the dresser.

I walked over to Michelle and put the blindfold across her eyes. She started to say something then stopped. She was still dressed in the clothes she wore on the boat. I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted up. She raised her arms so I could easily slide it over her head. I untied the strings of her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her beautiful 36D breasts were now exposed and I couldn't stop myself from reaching around and pinching her nipples. They hardened at my touch and she moaned quietly. I pushed her shorts to the floor and untied the bottom of her bikini, leaving her naked. With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her sideways so I could pass.

"I'm going to wash you. Just follow my lead and remain quiet." She nodded her head. I turned on the shower to warm the water then removed my clothes. After adjusting the temperature I guided my daughter into the warm spray and stepped in behind her. I attached the chains from the cuffs to a metal eye in the ceiling. I took her right hand and raised it over her head and closed the cuff around her wrist. Then I did the same with the left. I was expecting her to protest but she said nothing. I gently lathered her, paying extra attention to her nipples and pussy. She squirmed as I scrubbed her clit. It was already stiff and wanting attention. I rinsed her off then ran my hands over her legs and pussy to make sure she was properly shaved. Her hygiene practices were good and she did such a good job of shaving that I had to do nothing.

Her hair was already in a ponytail. I left it there since it would make a good handle to guide her submission. I turned off the water and dried her with a soft towel. She remained cuffed to the shower while I dried myself and put on the tight black shorts and leather bracers. I attached soft ropes to each leg of the bed and laid them in place on top. I removed all pillows from the bed. Mistress Valerie did not like her subs to have the comfort of a pillow for their head. I placed a selection of dildos on the night stand along with several lubes and oils. I returned to the shower and uncuffed my daughter and lead her to the bed.
"Lay down on your back and relax. Let me do what I need to do." Michelle sat on the bed and I guided her to the center. I attached each of her wrists to a rope and then tied her ankles. I looked at my 18 year old daughter blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the bed, naked and helpless. Her bare pussy was exposed and her nipples were stiff peaks. Her young pink clit was poking out begging to be licked. If I hadn't feared punishment myself, I would have eaten her. I wanted to take her myself and fuck her but she had broken a major rule and now she was going to be punished by her mother and her aunt. She would suffer pain tonight and yet she should have the most intense orgasm of her young life, if she lasted that long.

"Do you remember the safe word?" Michelle only nodded. "Good. That's all that will protect you now. We must both remain silent from now on unless told to speak." I kissed her lips gently and let my tongue touch hers for a few moments. Then I stepped away and closed the mouth zipper on the hood I was wearing. I walked to the bedroom door and knocked on it three times, the signal that all was ready. Then I moved across the room and stood against the wall, hands behind my back.

We didn't have to wait long before Mistress Valerie entered the room. Her long blonde hair was in a single braid to the middle of her back. Her eye make up was heavily applied and her lips were the brightest red lipstick she had. She was wearing a red corset that not only lifted her 38DD tits but pushed them together. The cups left her high riding nipples exposed and they were coated in the same red lipstick. She had on a black thong with a red devil head in the center. She was wearing black knee high boots with a five inch heels. This made her taller than me. I was instantly hard again, a condition I was sure would not be relieved for a long time. Her hands were encased in long silk gloves that reached her elbows. She carried what looked like a small make up box in her right hand and a slender cigarette holder with a short, hand rolled cigarette in the fingers of her left hand.

Without expression she studied our daughter tied to the bed. She placed the box on the bed and opened it. She carefully removed four small red candles from it and placed one on each night stand and one on each dresser. Then she took four electric candles from the box, turned them on and placed them on the four posts of the bed. With this done she turned off the ceiling light. She removed a lighter, a small leather bag, and a small jar from the box, closed it, and put it under the foot of the bed. She lit the red candles, saving the one closest to me for last.

She came over and stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. Her normal loving hazel eyes had picked up the yellow tint of the candle light. "You have done well." she said, then opened the zipper across my mouth and kissed me passionately, probing deeply with her tongue and pulling my head to her with her hand. I kept my hands behind me, only using my mouth to kiss her. I could taste the unmistakable flavor of pussy. I had no doubt that she had engaged in sex with her sister before coming into the room and she wanted me to know.

She stepped back away from me and still looking into my eyes, she lit her cigarette. Immediately I picked up the unmistakable odor of marijuana. The first hit she exhaled and pulled back in through her nose. I noticed Michelle's nose wrinkling at the smell. Our daughter did not know that we occasionally smoked pot and we didn't think that she had ever smoked it. The second hit Val inhaled and kissed me, offering me a shotgun hit. I accepted it willingly and inhaled deeply. As soon as she had exhaled the pungent smoke into my mouth she closed the zipper again, forcing me to exhale out my nose. She walked to the foot of the bed and stood between Michelle's legs and stared at her bald pussy while taking a deep hit from the joint. She leaned forward and blew the smoke directly into the young girls dripping snatch. The smoke curled and danced around her labia and clit like a demon trying to force itself into her.

Mistress Valerie stood up and laid the joint on a incense holder. She picked up the small bag from the bed and went to the red candles and sprinkled a pinch of marijuana on each one. This filled the room with the smoke and smell even more than before. She closed the bag and placed it beside the cigarette holder. She then picked up the small jar, opened it, and placed it between Michelle's knees. This was looking more like a ritual then a punishment.

The only movement from Michelle had been from her nose. The smell of pot was apparently new to her. I had expected more resistance from her but she was a very good submissive. Without looking in my direction Mistress Valerie said, "Remove the blindfold."

I instantly moved to the bed and uncovered my daughters eyes, placed the blindfold above her head and returned to my position. Michelle blinked a few times as she tried to focus her eyes in the dim light. When she saw her mom she gasped, "Holy crap!"

"SILENCE!" Mistress Valerie's response was immediate and planned. She slapped her hapless victim hard on her exposed sex.

"Ouch!"

Again the gloved hand landed on the bare tender flesh. "SILENCE! Do not speak."

This time there was a only a tiny whimper. Michelle was continuing to learn. Mistress held out her hand to me. "Give me the red one. Then some clamps."

I quickly placed the red dildo from the nightstand in Mistress Valerie's hand and went to the foot locker to get some nipple clamps. I grabbed the first pair I found and waited for further instructions. She had dipped the tip of the dildo into the jar, which contained red body paint, and was drawing a circle around each of her daughter's nipples. She then drew a line from each circle to her belly button and a single line from there to her pussy. She stood, looked at her work and held her hand out. I handed her the nipple clamps. They were simple spring clips with tension screws and little purple bells. I stepped back to my place along the wall.

"These are very nice. Mistress will be pleased." My wife opened the first clamp without adjusting it and attached it to Michelle's right nipple. Our daughter let out a high pitched shriek of pain that she quickly fought against. A gloved had landed on her pussy again. I could see her pussy was red and swollen. Partly from the abuse it was receiving and partly from arousal. Mistress Valerie attached the other clamp to Michelle's left nipple. This time Michelle bit her lip and took the pain. Her hard little nipples were squeezed between the jaws of the clamps and turning red. Her master pulled on the clamps and stretched her young tits before letting them fall back with the bells jingling.

"You are prepared for your punishment. You will have to take what is coming. You will say no words. You will not cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Michelle answered in a shaky whisper, not sure if she should answer out loud.

Mistress Valerie then relit the joint and took a good long drag. She walked over to me and stroked my hard on through my shorts. She whispered in my ear. "You're going to like this but you can't cum either. You will get to have some fun, too. This will be quick for her, don't worry. We just want to scare her." She then opened the zipper over my mouth and gave my a hit off of the joint. This time she allowed me to exhale before closing it. "Replace the blindfold." she said sternly.

I quickly complied. I could see a combination of fear, confusion, and arousal in my daughter's eyes before they disappeared behind the padded black silk. I mouthed the words "you'll be fine." I knew she couldn't see my face. I returned to my spot on the wall. My wife had replaced the joint in the holder with a fresh one and took a similar spot on the opposite wall near the door. When we were both ready she knocked on the door like I had.

The door opened and Mistress Marjorie strode into the room. Shorter and slightly heavier than my wife, she was still attractive. Her light brown hair was up in a tight bun. She had done her makeup to hide the bruises on her face. She wore a white lacy bustier, white thigh high stockings and white pumps with four inch heels. She looked every bit like a bride except that instead of panties she wore a strap-on with a 10 inch black dildo attached. In her right hand she carried a riding crop. Her left hand was in a cast from her injuries and she had tied several black and red bandannas around it. She went to my wife first and took the cigarette holder from her and placed it to her lips. My wife, now with a mistress to serve, immediately held up the lighter. Mistress Marjorie lit the new joint and inhaled. She blew the smoke in my wife's face and slapped her nipple with the riding crop. Then she walked around the bed and approached me. She pushed the end of the crop against my balls while she blew smoke into my eyes. The pressure from the crop was causing some pain. I did my best to not move. She then turned and walked to the foot of the bed.

Mistress said nothing while she took two more big hits from the joint. She studied the helpless form of her niece tied spread eagle to the bed. She held the joint out to Val. Val took it and returned to the wall with out taking a hit. Mistress took her riding crop and lightly flicked Michelle's clit. Michelle raised her hips and twisted at the sudden sensation. Mistress then slapped the tender bud. Michelle yelped and twisted trying to get away. This only caused Mistress to slap her again. Michelle yelped again and continued to fight against her restraints while her clit was repeatedly stung by the tip of the crop. Mistress Marjorie waited for her victim to take the pain in silence before she crawled up on the bed between her sub's knees and began to lick at the tender young cunt. For several minutes she feasted on the copious amounts of fluid dripping from it. Just when I thought Michelle was going to cum despite being told otherwise, Mistress stopped.

She positioned herself above her victim and pulled down the cups of her bustier, exposing her 40C tits, letting them dangle, and used her long mature nipples to tease her niece's clamped ones. Michelle was whimpering with pleasure. I was surprised that she was able to avoid speaking. My cock was raging hard and my wife was fingering herself. I had been told not to cum but apparently she had not. Without looking away from her submissive, Mistress finally spoke. "Sister, you have a tasty treat here. You should have shared her sooner. Guide me in and then get me off."

"Rabbit, bullet, and... the dangler." Mistress Valerie said to me as she moved in behind her sister. I immediately scrambled through our supply of sex toys and grabbed my wife's rabbit vibrator, a bullet Vibe and the dangler. The dangler is a cock ring with a mini bullet vibrator on top and three brass balls that hang below in a single row. This is a toy that brings Val to incredible orgasms while I screw her while wearing it. While I was collecting these, Valerie was easing the tip of Mistress' strap-on into her daughter's dripping cunt. Val took the bullet vibe from me and handed it to our Mistress. Then she took the rabbit vibe from me and turned it on high before placing the tip against her sisters clit. As soon as the sensation of the vibe hit her, Mistress thrust for ward, impaling Michelle on the large black phallus. Our daughter screamed at the intrusion. Val followed her sister forward, fulling inserting the Rabbit into Mistress' pussy with the rabbit ears tickling the bud of her ass.

I worked the tight ring of the dangler onto my cock, fighting desperately against the urge to cum. The ring made my dick even harder but would help my stamina. The brass balls hung down along my sack and I turned on the mini vibe. I could feel the vibrations traveling down the entire length of the toy. Mistress Marjorie was thrusting her plastic dick hard into her niece while tormenting her clit with the bullet vibe. Michelle was twisting and moaning with a combination of pleasure and pain. "Don't you dare cum." Mistress was repeating to her new girl toy. I had been subjected to this torture before. It is hard enough to hold back a good orgasm but when you are constantly being told not to cum it becomes nearly impossible to avoid. Val was working the rabbit in Mistress' pussy and she was bent over with her ass presented to me.

"Fuck me." She said. "Fuck me now."

I pulled Mistress Valerie's thong to the side and shoved my now purple cock fully in her pussy, letting the balls from the dangler dance on her clit. Grabbing her hips I thrust hard, hoping to bring her to a quick orgasm without cumming myself. Val was trying to make her sister cum, and in turn, Margie was going the same to Michelle, yet denying her young niece the release she craved. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex combined with the smoke from the weed. Val came first, quaking on my cock and coating it with a flood of juices. She collapsed forward on the bed between her sisters legs, letting go of the vibe that remained in Mistress Marjorie's pussy. I reached forward to keep the rabbit in place while still filling my wife with my cock.

"Cum in me. Cum in me now!" Mistress Valerie screamed.

I shoved forward one more time and emptied my balls deep into my wife. I was finally given the release I had needed. Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed inside her. This made her cum again. Her legs clamped shut and forced me out of her, my cock finally going limp after an hour of constant arousal. Mistress Marjorie was cumming too, screaming like a cat in heat as the rabbit fell from her pussy followed by a stream of liquid cream. She pulled out of Michelle, laying on her with her head between the teenagers tits.

The three adults in the room were spent. We were laying in a heap at the end of the bed, covered in cum and sweat. Make up was smeared and various sex toys were buzzing and dancing on their own with no one guiding them. Michelle was still tied to the bed. Her young body humping against anything she could find. Her arousal was clearly evident. Her nipples were hard red points pinched in the clamps. Her entire body was various shades of red and her pussy looked like it had been set on fire. Her clit was nearly an inch long and needing attention.

"Untie her. Let her see." Mistress Marjorie whispered, still trying to catch her breath.

I got up, barely able to move myself, and untied Michelle's feet. Her legs clamped around Mistress. She humped against the strap-on, trying to draw it back in. I untied one hand. Even though I had used the softest ropes we had, there were still deep marks on her tender wrists. Val had recovered enough to be untying the other hand. With her hands now undone she curled into a ball around her mistress' head. I removed the blindfold but Michelle kept her eyes closed. Mistress Marjorie pushed the young sub off of her. "Your punishment is over. You may cum." she said and latched her lips onto Michelle's engorged clit. The response was instantaneous.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her young pussy spewed its juices onto the bed, onto Margie's face and into her mouth. It was the first time in her short life that she had squirted. Then she collapsed, no, she passed out. Margie pushed away and left Michelle curled up in a ball on our bed.

"She'll be OK in a bit. Anyone else need a drink?" Val asked.

"I think we all could use one." I said. "You two go clean up and I'll take care of this mess."

My wife and her sister left the room and before long I heard the shower running in the other bathroom. I gathered up the toys and restraints and put them neatly away. I blew out the candles and gathered up everything. The body paint was spilled on the carpet. That mess would wait for tomorrow. I covered Michelle's limp body with a blanket, put a pillow under her head and satisfied that the room had been returned to normal, I jumped in the shower myself.

After I putting on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, I found Val and Margie in the living room where they were watching "The Notebook." I thought that was an interesting choice considering what had just transpired in the bedroom. I poured a stiff jack and coke and joined my wife on the love seat. She snuggled up to me and we quietly enjoyed the movie. Just as the credits started to roll, Michelle slowly staggered into the room wrapped in the blanket. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she was suffering from a bad hangover. She curled up on the end of the couch opposite her aunt.

"You OK?" I asked. Michelle only nodded.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Val asked her. Again, she only nodded.

"And what was that?"

Michelle took her time but finally answered, "Don't piss off Mama. She can be an angry bitch."

"And?"

A smile crept across our daughters lips. "I need to spend more time with Aunt Margie. She makes me squirt."

We all laughed.

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