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Chapter 18 The Randall Sisters
“Things got out of control with Charlotte. You’d think I know my own daughter,” said an emotionally overwrought Lisa once Oscar had left the two sisters alone. They were in the family room of Margaret and Oscar’s comfortable home located in a Salisbury suburb. Lisa had driven to her sisters ostensibly to return the DVDs but as soon as she arrived, she told Margaret that she had to talk to her about what was happening with Charlotte.
“Shoo, Oscar, we girls need to talk,” said Margaret dismissing her husband.
“The garage needs sweeping out,” said Oscar leaving. Oscar made a quick stop in his home office to pick up the Receiver for the hidden microphone he’d installed in the family room. He fitted the tiny hunk of beige plastic in his ear, pressed the button to activate the microphone then headed to the garage. His hand caressed his trouser covered cock in anticipation of what he expected to hear.
“What happened?” asked Margaret. “Don’t tell me. You and Charlotte did it. I knew it. I just knew there was no way a Randall mother could teach her daughter to jerk off with out giving her a literal hand.”
“We did but it’s not like you think. She practically raped me.”
“Oh Lordy, Lordy, sister-of-mine, you’ve been raped more than any woman I know. So what happened? And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I gave her the toys and the DVDs. This is partially your fault by the way. Those DVDs were hardcore porn. You told me that they were educational.”
“They are educational about the nature and content of hardcore porn. And I’m going to bet being half a Randall she loved them.”
“I was hoping she would be different from us,” said Lisa her eyes filling with tears.
“Didn’t I tell you before you married that Puritan not to have children? The only way to save the next generation of Randalls from being fucked by this generation is not to have the next generation.”
“I didn’t fuck Charlotte. She fucked me. And Ben wanted a child so badly. I couldn’t refuse him,” said Lisa.
“Water under the damn anyway, how many times did you do it with her?”
“Twice, I suppose. A month ago, when I first gave her the toys I made the mistake of asking her to insert a large dildo in her vagina. I was only trying to make sure she knew how to use it. She got carried away and made me dildo fuck her. She grabbed my wrist and forced me to plunge it inside her. She’s strong like a man. It was pure animal lust. She had that same look in her eye you get when you need your hole filled.”
“As I recall, the first time I ever saw that look was when we borrowed a dildo from Mother’s nightstand and I used it on you,” said Margaret.
“You could see the desire in her eyes. I still have a bruise,” said Lisa showing her wrist to her sister.
“What I wouldn’t have given to be a fly on the wall! So did you do anything beside dildo fuck your child?”
“We kissed and cuddled.”
“Is she still a virgin?”
“Yes, she plans to remain one until college.”
“Hah, that’s a laugh. Maybe you should look on the positive side. Charlotte at fourteen is still a virgin and has just had her first dildo fuck. You were twelve and I was eleven when we took Momma’s latex lover for a trial run. You said there were two sessions.”
“The other one was yesterday.”
“And things had progressed.”
“Yes, I intended not to have a follow up session but I’d told her we would if she had any questions. She insisted we get naked and lay on her bed together. We watch the DVD on fetishism. It was very graphic, bizarre sex, water sports, bondage, and sado-masochism. There were things I hadn’t done in years,”
“Let me guess what turned her on the most, the S&M part.”
“Yes, she practically orgasmed just by watching. Charlotte is a very physical person. I blame Ben for that.”
“I knew it. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” said Margaret with an air of satisfaction. “What else?”
“She made me go down on her. She straddled my face forcing me to eat her pussy. She was incredibly wet like you used to get.”
“I can still churn out the lube when my buttons are pushed and I bet you can too. Did she make you lick her asshole? That’s the real test of a Randall woman. Skip the preliminaries and proceed straight to the butthole,” asked Margaret standing up to take her sweater and slacks off.
“Please, do you have to play with yourself while we talk?” asked Lisa. Margaret had removed her panty then sat back down throwing her legs over the chair arms. Margaret licked the tip of her fingers and began to masturbate.
“Your tale of incest with your daughter is getting me hot. It reminds me of all the times we went down on each other. Come on, let’s play handball together.”
“Handball is a gay term,” sniffed Lisa.
“Sounds right, pants off, sis. Get naked.”
“Oh all right,” said Lisa standing up and unzipping her slacks. “All this business with Charlotte has got me pretty worked up.”
In a matter of minutes, the two sisters sat facing each other massaging their sex as they continued the conversation.
“There’s the sister I know and love. The word No is just not in your vocabulary. Your tale brings back memories, you and I playing with our snatches while Daddy and Uncle Ethan watched.”
Margaret was well aware how susceptible Lisa was to the power of suggestion. Throughout the time that the girls were growing up together, Lisa had always been willing to go along with whatever Margaret wanted.
“And you never failed to take advantage of that, did you?”
“I was just one of hundreds, no thousands that did. I once tried to make a list but I could remember the names.” The sisters had long ago lost count of the number of their sexual partners.
“We were promiscuous. But you were the one that taught me.”
“Let’s not argue about who did what to whom. Finish your story. Charlotte straddled your face, made you suck her clit, finger her pussy, and tongue fuck her asshole. She dominated you. You couldn’t resist your younger, stronger, charismatic daughter. I wouldn’t have either neither would our Mother. Pray continue with your sordid tale of incest.”
“That’s exactly correct. She used me to reach her climax exactly like you. She took her pleasure from me whether I wanted to or not. After she climaxed, we did sixty-nine. She’s so powerful I couldn’t resist.”
“Want some lube?” asked Margaret reaching into an end table drawer for a small clear plastic bottle. Margaret squirted a few drops on her fingers then applied it to her sex. “It’s that new kind with warming properties. It can really ring your bell.”
“Yes, that would be nice,” said Lisa reaching for the bottle.
“Give me a second to picture everything in my mind. Your beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter with her long legs and gorgeously thin figure is on top of you. Her head is between your legs and she is noisily licking and slurping your pussy. Her strong fingers are in your vagina stimulating your G-spot churning up your juices while the digits of her other hand invade your hungry rectum. You must have cum big time.”
“I thought my heart would beat out of my chest,” said Lisa applying the lubricant to her sex. “This does feel warm.”
“And did Charlotte cum?”
“Yes, big time, I’m afraid she’s just like you. If she starts screwing around like we did, it will just kill Ben. Even worse, she’ll let some boy get her pregnant and wind up a farmer’s wife like me,” said Lisa.
“Fathers eventually have to accept the propensity of their daughters to whore. Does Ben know about you and the Minister?”
“No, I should never have allowed Morgan to screw me but he insisted. Ben thinks the world of Reverend Thornton. It would be devastating if he found out I was sleeping with our pastor.”
“The Reverend is just tending to his flock. He’s showing a certain horny ewe some extra attention. Besides Ben forgave you when he caught you screwing that produce manager down at the market,” said Margaret.
“That was different. Ben didn’t know and trust him.”
“Do you still see him, the produce guy?”
“Not that often,” said Lisa.
“When was the last time you let him take you out back on the loading dock among the rotten cabbages and drop his load in your receptacle?”
“Last week,” said Lisa looking guilty. “But that was the first time in a month.”
“You are such a little whore. Come over here and eat your little sister’s pussy.”
“I came here to talk about a problem. I was hoping you’d understand not use it as an excuse for oral service.”
“I understand that you can’t take your eyes off my juicy twat, you slut. Now get completely naked and crawl over here on your belly and eat me. Now!”
Lisa hesitated a moment like she was considering refusing. But then she pulled her sweater over her head then unsnapped her bra.
“Bring me those pretty tits, Sis. I know you want me to hurt them,” said Margaret.
Lisa slithered to the floor then crawled reptile like the few feet to her sister’s feet. Lisa lovingly covered Margaret’s feet with kisses taking each individual toe in her mouth and sucking it.
“Come up here. I got something for those beautiful pink buds of yours. Remember these,” said Margaret holding up a pair of alligator clamps each of which had a heavy fishing weight attached.
“Oh yes, I remember,” breathed an enthralled Lisa cupping her breasts and lifting them up offering them to her younger dominant sister.
“Pull your nipples out and twist them. Offer them to me,” said Margaret.
Lisa captured her already protruding bubs between her nails hissing slightly with pain as she dug her long lacquered nails into the tender flesh. She captured just the tips stretched them outward then rotated her wrists twisting the flesh.
“What does the depraved daughter fucking whore have to say for herself?” asked Margaret.
“Hurt me. I deserve to be hurt. I’m a piece of shit for having sex with my daughter. Hurt me. Make me suffer.”
Margaret positioned the open alligator clamp at the base of Lisa’s left breast. She leaned forward to kiss her sister forcing her tongue past her sister’s lips. As their tongues intertwined Margaret allowed the alligator clamp to snap shut on her sister’s tender flesh. A stifled gasp of pain escaped Lisa’s lips and tears came to her eyes.
“What now,” asked Margaret breaking the kiss?
“Do the other one.”
“Tell me that you deserve it.”
“I am a slut who sleeps with any man that asks. I betray a wonderful husband and violate his trust. I’ve had sex with my father, mother, uncle, sister, and now my daughter. I accept pain as my due. Please punish me.”
In the middle of another passionate kiss, Margaret allowed the other clamp to snap shut.
The pain in Lisa’s nipples was excruciating. Her breasts were on fire.
“Eat my pussy, whore,” commanded Margaret reaching into a nearby drawer to remove a ridding crop.
Lisa reveled in the act of providing oral sex to her younger sister. Her mind went back decades to when the two girls first going down on each other. Doris Finnegan an older girl in the neighborhood had been their baby sitter. One night a bored and horny Doris had showed them how to perform orally on her. The sisters had proved to be eager students.
“You deserve a good whipping,” said Margaret.
“Yes, I deserve to be whipped hard. Show me no mercy.”
Margaret immediately brought the crop down on Lisa’s lower back smacking hard into the top of her buttocks.
“Oh yes, punish me fro what I did with Charlotte,” cried Lisa once she had recovered enough to speak.
“Eat my cunt, you slut, while I whip the flesh off your ass,” yelled Margaret beginning a series of extremely painful blows to her sister’s rear.
Lisa did her best to lick and suck her sister’s sex as each blow left her back a sea of fiery pain.
Finally, the blows stopped.
“There you are, Oscar. This worthless slut wants to suck your cock,” said Margaret. Oscar had silently returned from the garage. He was standing naked in the doorway playing with his cock. He walked to the sisters and stood beside Lisa with his erect cock point toward her face.
“When was the last time you sucked my husband’s dick?” asked Margaret reaching down to increase the pressure of the alligator’s clamps. Several small drops of blood appeared as the sharp teeth punctured her flesh.
“It was three months ago in the back of his car.”
“Good, you remembered. Do you remember how I let Oscar and his brother Axle have you like you were a common street whore? We drove out to Willow Creek Park and they screwed you.”
“Yes, I remember. They made me get down on the ground with my butt pointed toward the sky then they fucked me in my ass. I had to suck their cocks too. You stood there laughing while they abused me.”
“Delicious,’ said Margaret dabbing her fingers in Lisa’s blood then bringing the crimson strained digits to her lips and tasting them.
“Suck Oscar’s cock. Pretend Charlotte is here watching her mother act like the filthy low down whore she really is,” said Margaret.
Lisa attacked Oscar’s cock with a will.
“Hold the sides of her head, Oscar. Skull fuck her throat. I want to hear her choke and gag,” said Margaret.
Margaret closed her eyes, relaxing back in the chair as she listened to the tortured breathing and gasps for air as Oscar pushed his cock to the back of Lisa’s throat. Once he felt the presence of the opening to her gullet, he pushed hard to fill her passage. Lisa struggled to breathe through her nose.
“What wonderful erotic sounds you make choking on my husband’s dick,” exclaimed Margaret.
“Enough of that. Fuck her pussy while she eats me,” said Margaret after Oscar had reduced Lisa to a slobbering gasping state.
Lisa eagerly buried her face in her sister’s wet cunt. She was on her knees leaning forward as Oscar fed his cock into her pussy.
“Use this on her ass,” said Margaret handing Oscar a thick anal dildo after she covered it in lubricant.
Lisa reveled in her situation. The anal dildo penetrated her rectum a good eight inches. Oscar’s cock was deep in her pussy. Oscar’s hand was reaching down massaging her clit. As Oscar’s cock released its load of warm semen in Lisa’s cunt, she also climaxed. Margaret sensing the start of her sister’s orgasm reached down and roughly pulled the alligator clamps from Lisa’s nipples. The agony in her breasts combined with the powerful contractions of her vaginal walls to heighten the sensation of her climax. A full-throated scream of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from Lisa as she jerked and writhed in orgasmic contortions.
As Lisa lay there twitching, Oscar’s mouth attacked the opening of her vagina. His tongue gathered in his own semen and he swallowed it.
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