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Chapter 6

Susan was shocked. It was bad enough to find her father and stepmother fucking for pleasure, knowing they could never have children. Then she had seen her own mother, with her new husband, using sex to punish herself. And now she was watching her stepmother and her brother indulging in oral genital sex. It was as if her stepmother was trying to make a fool of her father. What would happen next? Would Betty try and seduce her, Susan, as well? Did her stepmother want to make it a clean sweep? Fuck and suck the entire family?

Horrible! Monstrous! Evil pervaded all over. Susan had to get out. She had to find her father. She had to tell her father what was going on between Davey and Betty. She knew her father enjoyed sex, but at least he had been trying to confine it to each of his wives, one at a time. Whether his fucking had been moral, immoral, or anything in-between, at least he had kept it legal.

Quietly moving down the stairs, she eased herself out through the kitchen door. Her father was the town's leading orthodontist. He was Dr. Ira Frank when he was working.

She waited ten minutes for a bus and took it to the center of town. Her father had an office in a small medical complex right off River Avenue. Susan knew there would be a flock of kids in the front office. She'd never be able to get through to see her father and tell him. She would have to use the back door to get in.

It wasn't easy slipping through the rear alleyway, but she was able to make her way until she came to the back door of her father's office. She found the door unlocked. It had no bell on it, as the front door did. She was able to enter silently.

The corridor she was in was narrow and short, but it led to a long corridor, and off the longer corridor were five different rooms, plus a storeroom. All five of the rooms had their doors closed.

Not wanting to be seen by anyone other than her father, Susan stepped into the storeroom, thinking to catch him as he moved from one room to the other. She closed the storeroom door all but a crack, peering out and waiting to see him.

A murmur of voices reached her, and she realized her father was in the room next to hers. Going over to the wall, she stepped between the shelves, and that was when she noticed pinpoints of light coming from the room. The walls in this jerry-built place were constructed of plasterboard. It was easy to poke holes through them, and apparently someone had done just that, though Susan had no idea when or why.

"We only have ten quick minutes," her father's voice was saying.

"Doctor Frank, you're a lifesaver," the voice of Vivian Kay, his head nurse replied. "That husband of mine satisfies me in his own way, but he's so straight. God! The only position he knows is the man-on-top. I need variety or I'll go crazy."

"Why not?" Susan heard her father say. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd have gone out of my skull while married to my first wife. The least I can do is reciprocate now that you're married."

Reciprocate? What was her father talking about? Was it possible he had been unfaithful to his first wife, her own mother, and was now being unfaithful to Betty, as well?

She peered through the tiny hole in the wall, thankful the storeroom was dark. What she saw made her gape with disbelief.

The orthodontal chair had been adjusted to a horizontal position. Vivian, her father's chief nurse, was totally naked and standing near the chair. And to see Vivian was to behold an ivory goddess with ebony hair. Vivian was an astonishingly beautiful woman. True, she liked to apply lots of eye shadow, but this merely enhanced her large brown eyes. She had bright red lips, a narrow, slightly curved nose, and high cheekbones. Her dark hair was fluffed out stylishly on both sides of her head.

She had perfect breasts for her size, not too large, yet each was considerably more than a handful. Her brownish-pink aureole were small, and each of her nipples seemed to stand out like a burgundy grape. She had wide, full, white hips, and her rounded thighs led in to a stunning patch of midnight on her pelvis.

"All the years we'd been making it I had no idea you liked being spanked," Ira Frank was saying, himself completely undressed.

"It was my husband's way of being so straight that brought out the urge in me," Vivian confided. "Odd, but before I was married, while you were still unhappily married, I was perfectly content to do things straight. In fact, I loved watching you doing things with some of those young girls you used to bring in here."

"Yes, I know. You even poked a couple of holes in the wall from the storeroom where you could stand and watch all the action."

"Odd, but you never once encouraged those girls. They used to make a play for you."

"I did my best to avoid doing anything with them. But the way Abigail used to cut me off so completely made me horny as all get out. And when some of those girls used to started rubbing my penis, I reacted without thinking."

"I notice you never once let any of them go down on you," the nurse said, "even though more than one begged to be allowed to do it."

"That would be tantamount to disaster," Frank told her. "Imagine having a girl's braces caught on your penis."

"Yes, I see what you mean. But you never tried to stop me from doing it."

"That's because you have such a perfect bite," Frank murmured, taking her in his arms and kissing her.

"Remember," Vivian warned. "Not in my pussy. My husband, for all his being straight, likes some action every night. We don't want him finding any sperm deposits in my vagina."

"Of course not," Frank nodded, giving Vivian a resounding slap on her buttocks. "We're going into the back hole today."

Vivian's white buttocks shook solidly as the imprint of Ira Frank's hand formed in bright red.

Susan stared, and for the first time realized no matter how depraved it all appeared, it was definitely exciting. Her father was in no way abusing the woman, yet he was spanking her, and Vivian was enjoying every bit of it. It was awful, vile, degrading, and yet it was arousing. Watching all this evil cohabitation was starting to get to Susan. Though she knew it wasn't right, something inside her was starting to awaken.

With the doors closed, the rooms were fairly soundproofed. They had to be, what with the screams coming out of all the orthodontal chairs.

Ira Frank spanked Vivian again and again, his palm sounding like a loud shot each time it came down on the beautiful woman's bare, quivering flesh. She was bent over his knee now as he sat on the edge of the large chair, and her fists were pummeling the chair seat as he continued walloping her.

The slaps only warmed Vivian's aroused ass, making it ready for what was to come. She could hardly wait. She had come to love fucking, but her husband just wasn't the type to give her out-of-the-ordinary thrills. She wanted much more than the feeling of a cock in her cunt, even if her husband's happened to be a nice, long, thick erection. She wanted to be loved all over. There was the littlest bit of the masochist in her, yet spanking made her feel no real pain, especially since Ira Frank was walloping her with only part of his strength. He wasn't the kind of man who liked to deal pain.

When he finally stopped paddling her, she felt a delicious fire expanding through the cheeks of her buttocks. Had she been forced to settle for only this much, it would have made her day.

Luckily, the other four rooms were filled with kids whose mouths were "drying out," which meant no additional work could be done in the offices until these kids came out. There was an automatic timer in each office, and when it went off, each of the kids would take his or her folder and bring it to the nurse on duty. Vivian was on her break, and the other nurse was too busy to wonder what she was doing.

Laying across Ira Frank's lap, she could feel the way his hard, thick erection prodded her belly. Her reddened cheeks were fully visible to Susan who was unable to tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. Strange how watching her mother being degraded had really offended her sensibilities, but aside from the knowledge that what she was seeing was morally wrong, she didn't feel disgusted. It hurt her to know her father was as unfaithful as her stepmother. Yet, in a way, it was only justice. If Betty was going to cheat on her father, using her brother, then her father probably had every right to reciprocate, no matter how immoral it seemed.

"A few kisses first," Ira Frank murmured, hoisting Vivian's buttocks high in the air as he had her kneel on the chair.

Susan watched as her father now proceeded to do what she'd seen her mother do with the three "brothers" of her stepfather. Ira Frank pressed his face between the two quivering mounds of Vivian's asscheeks and pushed his tongue against the delicate, crinkled asshole.

Vivian shivered, trembling with delight as the icy touch of Frank's tongue tickled the rosebud of her tiny anus. She felt the tickling probe as he licked all the way around the outer fold, then shivered with enervated delight as he slowly pushed the point of his tongue past the ring like muscle of her sphincter. He pushed the tongue deeper, and Vivian jostled her asscheeks from side to side, thrilling to the tingles she felt climbing up and down her spine. Her buttocks were thrusting themselves back, shuddering with pleasure as his tongue continued licking between them, making her asshole more and more slippery with his tonguing.

"Ooooooon!" she murmured. 'That feels really good. Keep doing it. Ahhhhhh!"

"We don't have the time," Ira Frank replied, pulling his tongue from the tight, crushing confines of her sphincter. "In a few more minutes everyone's going to wonder what happened to us. We have to finish this quickly. Okay?"

"You're the doctor," she nodded, waving her beautiful buttocks at him.

Vivian felt his eyes staring at the crack in her ass. It made her goosepimply all over, and her asscheeks involuntarily tightened together. She could feel him staring at the way her globular cheeks clenched together around her tiny crinkle.

Frank licked his forefinger, then, using the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to tenderly part her asscheeks, gently began poking the forefinger against her beckoning pucker.

"Ooooh!" Vivian grunted lightly, feeling the pressure of the finger as it slowly worked its way-through the band like sphincter.

Slowly the finger penetrated her rubbery muscle, pushing into the tunnel of her rectum. Once past the sphincter, the channel within was considerably wider. It was even wider than a vagina, though not by more than a fraction of a millimeter. And then he began moving the moist finger all the way in, making her shudder with delight. It felt good to be penetrated, even if it was the anal hole rather than the vaginal one. She felt the slithery finger move in and out, in and out, preparing the way for a more formidable invasion.

When she finally felt the finger slide out of her, she knew her sphincter, tight as it was, would admit Ira Frank's thick cock.

With her ass way up in the air and her weight balanced on her elbows and knees, Vivian was able to glance down and back, watching the way Frank grasped his heavy log of cock and slowly brought it forward until its blunted head knocked at the portals of her asshole.

God!!! Susan thought. Daddy's going to do to Vivian what that other man did to mother. But mother wanted it as a form of self-chastisement, to punish her for thinking evilly. Vivian wants it because she seems to be enjoying it. Could mother's conscious mind be making excuses to her subconscious for performing all these acts which the female human body seems to find enjoyable?

Susan wondered if she should rush into the other room and stop her father from doing such a horrible thing. But even as she thought it, she remained where she was, watching.

Vivian felt Ira Frank grind his swollen glans against her rectal pucker, and she moaned as she felt its thickness pressing into her sphincter. The rubbery ring tightened for a moment, resisting the pederastic attack for a few seconds, and then the glans abruptly began making its entrance. The bloated bulb of his throbbing cock widened the resisting anal ring. It was an extremely elastic sphincter, and whatever pain Vivian did feel at first was more than swamped by the tingling pleasure-pressure succeeding it. Vivian gasped, shuddering with wonderful anguished as the solid muscle penetrated deeper and deeper. She gasped with sheer, wanton delight at feeling the long, thick plug moving in again and again, filling her ass with its thickness. With shuddering tremors the flesh cylinder continued penetrating the oily interior. And then, the entire minaret-shaped phallic head was past her crushing sphincter, lodged tightly in her gripping rectum. More and more of the steely shank of the penis wedged itself past the sucking sphincter, letting its full length bury itself in her twitching ass.

"Yes," Vivian murmured. "Ohhhh yessssss… that feels so gooooooood… uhhhhhh… "

Susan felt almost embarrassed watching the way her father's hard rod penetrated Vivian's tight asshole. For her mother she had felt shame, but for some reason, the sight of her father doing it made her feel a wanton sensation in her own rectum, almost as if she wished a thick cock were penetrating her own ass channel. Staring at the voluptuous round cheeks of Vivian's buttocks, she couldn't help imagining a plug in her own asshole. The cheeks of her tight, round ass began twitching and squeezing close together as she watched her father continue to plunge his heated dork into the other woman's anal entrance.

Vivian felt Ira Frank working his solid plunger in and out of her tight, sucking asshole, running his massive meat in a bit deeper with each inward plunge. It wasn't long before the entire length of his throbbing meat was pistoning in and out of Vivian's clenching asshole. He slammed the full length of it back and forth again and again.

Vivian, with her head hanging down and staring between her thighs at the pumping phallus, began feeling dizzy. It was a wonderful sight, especially because she could look past the pouting lips of her sweet nookie to see the steaming prick move.

Whatever pain she might have felt at the beginning was completely gone. All she felt now was pleasure. The massive prong sliding in and out of her thrilled her with each inward movement, and delighted her with each outward stroke. The overly-sensitive nerve-endings in her assaulted rectum were beginning to respond. God! It was unbelievable a man's cock could feel so good no matter where he put it. She was rotating her full buttocks madly, pressing back against him each time he sank the flesh spear into her. Her asshole ate up the full length of his thrusting prick again and again, totally surrounding it. She could all but see the way her dimpled asshole tugged along his staff each time he withdrew it, then puckered inward as he changed direction, sinking it into her delectable ass once again. His hands gripped her full asscheeks and shook them, his fingertips digging into the resilience of her cheeky flesh.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she begged. "I-i-i-it feeeeeeels… uhhhhh… so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd… uhhhhhh… "

Vivian heard Frank panting as he stroked his plunging dork through her tight membranes. His breath all but burned her back.

Cold shivers ran up and down Susan's spine as she continued staring through the hole into the next room. She was utterly fascinated and unable to tear her eyes away. This man, this mad, fucking machine, was her wonderful father. This was the man who had all but brought her up in spite of his busy workload. He had whispered sweet things to her as a little girl, telling her she was a princess to be worshiped and adored. Was this how he worshiped and adore women? Was this what he meant would some day happen to her? He, her loving daddy, wanted some man to open up her rectum and vagina, and even her mouth with his penis?

Hot anger flooded Susan, but mixed with the anger was a passion she had never known existed inside her. She realized what she saw was affecting her, and first began to understand what her mother meant by resisting temptation. True, her mother had found an excuse for wallowing in this iniquity, but she, Susan, would never allow such evil things to happen to her.

"Aaaaaarrrrgghhhh… " Vivian muttered, glad to be corrupted this way.

The thrilling sensations were building to a higher pitch, stirred up by the strokings of the heavy dick in her "dock." It trammeled in again and again, making rampant thrill chase violent shudder through her body. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped, trying to suck in air as her luscious ass pumped itself back against him repeatedly. By now her asshole was a sucking mouth, literally stuffing itself consistently with his cock.

She felt him picking up the tempo, shortening his strokes, ramming in and out of her tight, sweet orifice at lightning speed. Fiery shudders were building to higher pitches inside her.

"Ooooh God!" she gasped. "Oooooooh… uhhhhh… uhhhhhhhh… mmmmmmmmmm… "

Vivian was becoming more and more aroused. There was a climax somewhere inside her rectum. She had never been aware of the possibility. But now she knew it was there.

Susan pressed her eye to the hole, staring closely, suddenly wanting Vivian to come. She had to come. Her father was pumping Vivian with such hard strokes it was certainly only a matter of seconds before he came.

"G… give it to m… meeeeeee… " Vivian begged.

"You've got it all, sweet… uhhhhhh… asshole… "he gasped, still running the full length of flesh hose back and forth.

She shuddered madly, clenching her asscheeks tightly around the heavy phallus continually violating the sanctity of her rectum. Feelings were building to a greater pitch than ever, and Vivian knew she was totally out of control. Her orgasm was there, hitting her with sledgehammer force as she screamed a low, "Eeeeeyyy-yyyyyyyyooooowwwwwweeeeee!"

It was the wildest, most different kind of climax she'd ever enjoyed, but it was a real, honest-to-God climax. Her asshole tightened, squeezing and tightly clenching the cock within, and because of the pressure, Ira Frank began unloading heavily into her rectum.

"Ggnnnnngggggghhhhrrrrnngghhhhh!" he grated through clenched teeth. A loud yell, even with acoustic tile and paneling covering all the walls, would have been heard.

Vivian bucked madly, feeling the softening cock still moving through her rectum. Slowly she began coming down to earth, letting her lush body collapse on the orthodontal chair as if it were deflating.

Ira Frank kept his cock inside as long as possible, falling on top of her still, white form. The last few heavy drops of cream were leaving his cock, dripping into her anal cavern, already flooded with all the white cream he'd had to offer on that particular fuck.

She felt his hairy thighs rub her soft, quivering buns, and it was a secure feeling. But he finally stood back and pulled his penetrating cock out with a "pop." She felt her rectal hole tighten against itself as the cock left.

"C'mon," Ira Frank panted. "We still have a lotta kids whose mouths need caring. Let's get dressed and go to work."

"Doctor Frank," Vivian murmured, hurriedly dressing. "I'm afraid I'm going to continue needing treatments like this."

"I'll take care of it, nurse," he promised, buckling his belt.