When a football match takes second place - Group Sex Stories
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When a football match takes second place
12/03/2009 -
"We are in deep shit." Izzy wailed, as she took a mountain curve a little too late and a little too fast.
"Well, don't kill us now," I said. "We’re already late. A few more minutes won’t make any difference."
"But I won’t be able to sit down for a week."
"What are you talking about?"
Izzy blushed, gave me a quick look and turned back.
"I mean." She said slowly. "Your father will spank my bare arse when he gets me alone."
"You mean he'll hit you?" I was horrified.
"No...I mean... He doesn't hit me; he spanks my arse then shags the life out of me."
For a few moments I sat silently absorbing the information and composing a scene in my mind. Here, in the 21st century was a grown liberated woman who allowed a man to spank her like she was a little girl. Of course I was initially shocked and appalled but somewhere deep inside there was sense of fascination with the whole idea of being spanked. There was even a quick thought that watching Izzy get her punishment would be interesting.
"Let me make sure that I am getting this right." I finally spoke. "You are telling me that daddy punishes you like a little girl. How often does he do this?"
"Now Sarah Hines! It is hard for me to believe that you have never heard of a man spanking his partner. I happen to know of at least a couple of mutual friends who use discipline on a regular basis."
"That is exactly what I am saying. I've never heard of that."
"I'll tell you about them later." She said pulling into the driveway. "But right now it is MY arse I'm worried about."
Inside were two angry men; Chris my husband, and my father, Izzy’s lover. They were missing the Manchester United/Chelsea game; a game they had set their hearts on seeing. Why were they missing the game, because they needed to get into town and Izzy and I had taken our only car to do some shopping and had completely forgotten about the game.
The house was filled with an eerie silence as we walked into the kitchen, but the calm was short lived.
"We're in here!" shouted Daddy from the lounge. Izzy looked at me as if she was in dire trouble and there was something I could do to rescue her. Of course, there wasn't. I still had no real clue from what she needed rescuing.
"I suggest that you two not waste any time." We stepped gingerly into the next room. The men were sat at the table, facing the TV which due to the atmospherics was showing its usual crappy picture.
"The game has just started." Daddy said in a subdued monotone. "Why don't you two sit with us while we watch the fucking game on this crappy screen instead of in the luxury of a cafe?
Chris got up and sat on the small sofa, looking at me and patting the empty seat alongside; an obvious invitation to come and sit by his side; it felt more like a command. I surmised that it was best that I do so.
"What kept you?" asked daddy.
"We…forgot about the match." Izzy whimpered
"And why was that?"
"Well, you told me to go and buy something nice so we went into Cannes."
"That is true my dear, but I believe I told you to be back by 4...twice even. In fact, you told me you would. Why did you tell me that you would do something when you had no intention of doing so?" Daddy's jaw was set firm, and his eyes narrowed.
"I...I... was really planning to." She stammered. "But I forgot."
"So you lied. But that would not have been a major problem....if you girls had returned at the time agreed upon. But you didn't. You are over 2 ½ hours late."
I could not keep my mouth closed any longer.
"It wasn't her fault." I blurted.
It was like my outburst was a mute bomb that spread a thick frightening silence throughout the tense room. Daddy slowly and deliberately turned his head toward me, scowled furiously, then said to my husband. "Chris, can you handle her?"
"I think so." he replied. "Sarah Hines." It is never good when he uses my full name like that. "Just shut it!"
I zipped it tightly.
"We will end this discussion for now." daddy uttered, "I don't care to hear the excuses. All I know is that Chris and I are here instead of being sat down in the village and enjoying a couple of drinks and watching the game on a decent screen. Therefore, during half time I will take the necessary action."
"No!" gasped Izzy. "Not in front of Chris and Sarah!"
There was no reply. The attention of the men went back to the game, and Izzy was in visible distress. One half of a football game was a long time to think about the upcoming punishment and embarrassment.
I could not concentrate on the game, not that I wanted too. On one hand I did not feel it appropriate for Chris and me to be present at the spanking, but on the other hand I had to admit experiencing a certain degree of excitement at the prospect of watching the session. Also, Chris had a strange demeanour with an attitude that I could not quite put my finger on. It was hard to describe. He had his arm around me but his visage was stone cold save for a tight thin lipped little smile.
Finally, the half ended and the click sound of the TV cutting off was heard loud and clear. Daddy slid his chair from the table and stood, looking solidly at Izzy.
"Stand up." He ordered
"Steve please, not now." She pleaded while slowly standing. "Not in front of them."
Daddy guided Izzy towards the table in the middle of the room. It was a nice heavy duty cherry wood table, of local design. "Stand here." He motioned at the side of the table facing Chris and me. Izzy walked the few steps to the location indicated, and turned facing the table, putting her back towards us. I quickly stood up.
"Chris and I are leaving." I said. "This is a matter between you two." Suddenly, I felt a firm masculine hand roughly pull me back down on the sofa.
"Everything under control?" Daddy asked Chris.
"Absolutely." he replied, glaring at me.
My jaw dropped. I had never heard my husband talk in that tone and I had no experience from which to draw to compose some kind of reaction, so I guess looked dumbfounded. But it did resolve my dilemma. I had to watch now, because I was ordered to remain. There was nothing I could do, so I devoted my attention to Izzy and Daddy.
"Bend over," Daddy ordered.
Slowly, she bent over, resting the top part of her body on the table, automatically raising her arse in the air. Today Izzy was wearing a loose fitting dress; it was well above the knee when she stood, but bent over as she was it rode high, barely covering her upper thighs, but that point had little relevance. Daddy pulled the dress up and laid it on her back. I glanced at my own husband and could not help but note that his full attention was devoted to the developing scene. Her panties were hipster style with barely a wrinkle. For a moment I thought that perhaps Daddy was going to allow them to remain, but that thought was only for a second.
There was an audible quick intake of breath as Daddy grasped the waist band, pulled the panties down and lifted her feet one at a time to totally remove them. I also heard a muffled whimper, and could not help but feel sympathetic.
I am bisexual and qualified to comment on another woman's derriere so I know sexy when I see it and Izzy has a sexy arse. A sideways glance at my ogling husband made it plain that he thought it was a sexy arse too. It would have been totally smooth we’re it not for the thousands of tiny goose bumps sprouting all over.
Daddy raised his hand high in the air and brought it down quickly on her bare bottom. The right cheek cratered under the impact, shooting ripples down her shapely thigh. That slap was quickly followed by another on the left side, and Izzy cried out in pain. Soon slaps from his palms were being administered in a fast but steady rhythm, with Izzy’s cries of protest growing louder.
"Please Daddy. I didn't mean to do it. No more please!"
But it was as if he was deaf, and the steady stream of powerful whacks on her upturned bare arse began to leave their mark in the form of growing uniform redness. He was deliberately smacking her in a manner that that left no white area from the top of her thighs to her waist including the sides of her gorgeous hips. Izzy began to sob hysterically and started kicking and thrashing uncontrollably. Finally, he paused and began to lightly rub her arse.
"It is important that you understand why this is happening." he said. "Can you tell me why you are being punished?"
"Because I forgot to come home on time."
"No, not really dear. Remember, if you had returned home when you said you would, there still would not have been a problem." He continued rubbing her arse, and I swear I thought I saw some fingers inside her thigh. "You are being punished because you have consistently acted in a brattish and selfish manner for quite a while now, and this is a simple attempt to help you see the error of your ways. With that statement, he resumed the spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I was staring mesmerised at the event, when God help me, I realised that I was actually getting turned on and without thinking; my hand went to Chris's thigh and started inching toward his crotch. Suddenly, I felt his hand grip mine.
"Not now." he said. "You're be getting yours too."
I tried to jump up, but he gripped my hand firmly. I looked into his eyes and saw that same determination and firmness of which I had never seen prior to that day, and went limp. He stood, pulling me up with him, and pulled me to the other side of the table. Izzy's punishment was interrupted as Daddy directed his attention toward Chris and me. I was stopped just opposite Izzy.
"Do not move," said my husband as he grabbed the waist of my slacks and panties at the same time and with one quick yank, dropped them to my knees, revealing me as Izzy had been revealed earlier. The table just did not have enough height to hide anything. Ridiculously I immediately took up an Eve posture, covering my pussy with my hands. I made eye contact with Izzy and noted the slight smile on her face. She seemed to be telling me that it would be ok.
"Drop your hands." I was ordered. I glanced at Daddy and saw that his full attention was directed toward me.
SLAP!...I suddenly felt fire on the tender flesh of my back side.
"OW!" I yelled.
"Move your hands then!" I wanted no more of that fire so I dropped my hands to my side.
"Now bend over the table, hands on top." I did as he said where upon Izzy took my hands in solace. We were now facing each other locked hand in hand. Then all hell seemed to break loose. My husband quickly picked up this spanking thing and I was getting my arse slapped big time, and one could not help but to cry and scream. At the same time I was watching Izzy’s face as she received her painful punishment. At some point, I'm not quite sure exactly when, Izzy was given a respite and it was obvious that her arse was being gently rubbed rather than spanked. But while she was being soothed, I was in fiery pain, and soon lost control, jerking and jumping wildly.
"Please Chris!" I begged. "I'm sorry. Please stop."
"I will stop when I feel you have learned your lesson and not before."
I could literally feel the outline of the red imprints his hand was making on my rear, and it was beginning to feel like liquid fire. Through my uncontrollable sobs I was begging with all my might.
Finally, he stopped for a moment. Temporarily able to focus on something other than the pain of a flaming arse, I noticed that Izzy seemed to have gone from agony to bliss. Her eyes were closed and there was a soft moan emanating from the back of her throat through her open O shaped lips. She opened her eyes briefly, looked at me, winked, and broke out in a broad smile. Then she moaned again, and threw her head up and back. Chris was rubbing my arse and it did feel good, but it was obvious I was not experiencing the same pleasure as she. Though I could not see directly, I was pretty sure that father fingers was probably probing deep within her pussy.
I too began to feel fingers probing at my pussy and although already extremely wet all I wanted was more of the same, but Chris soon resumed the spanking. The absence of father slapping Izzy meant her punishment was over because his hands were still instruments of pleasure, not hurt. Also, Izzy's eyes were open wide watching me cry and squirm under Chris’ relentless slapping. She seemed to be enjoying the scene, but I did not blame her because it was just a few moments prior that I was enjoying watching her bare arse get spanked. It was about then that the room became electrified with Izzy's scream.
"I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE! JUST FUCK ME! PLEASE...JUST FUCK ME!"
Chris stopped my spanking for a moment out of shock, and began to lightly rub my arse again. We both watched in a hypnotic state, as Daddy stepped back, removed his trousers and pants, before lying them on an adjacent chair. His thick long cock pointed upward toward his flat muscle-defined stomach, and admittedly, I enjoyed the sight immensely for it brought back memories of our earlier days. But the scene did not last long as he stepped back behind Izzy, and began to enter her.
The entrance was slow and Izzy's grip on my hands tightened as he completed the plunge into her deep wetness. I closed my eyes and imagined that gorgeous throbbing monster gliding inside me and felt envious. But it was not inside me and judging from the soft moans emanating from Izzy the experience was as delightful to her as I was imagining. The thrown back head and stretched open jaw were all signs of a woman caught in a fervent journey toward an intense orgasm.
I looked up toward the superbly endowed man administering so much pleasure. I could tell that though his initial strokes were slow and deliberate, each insertion was just a little faster than the other, picking up speed like a mighty piston driven steam engine. My eyes met Daddy's and we exchanged smiles as Chris lightly teased my clit with his fingers. That touch threw me over the line. I needed...no I had to have, the pleasure of a meaty cock.
"Fuck me too." I whimpered.
"What?" asked my husband.
"I want you inside me," I said just a little louder.
"I can't hear you?"
"FUCK ME DAMMIT! I screamed, still looking at Daddy. "FUCK ME!" Daddy smiled then nodded but still kept driving that beautiful tool up Izzy, who was in obvious physical bliss.
Soon, I felt my husband's cock nudge my bottom, my heart missed a beat, then with some reluctance he found the entrance of my hot pussy, saturated as I was Chris still begin to slowly enter me; but once I knew he was fully in I gripped him tightly with my kegal muscles, causing him to react with a low groan. He then started to fuck me hard and fast, just the way I liked it.
"Yes…yes. That's it." I purred as he reamed rapidly back and forth into my soaking wet pussy. Suddenly, Izzy's grip on my hands became painfully tight, as she entered the throes of sheer sensual ecstasy. Her face was contorted in a rigid but wrinkled face of orgasm.
"OHHHHHH!! GOD I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME! RAM MY PUSSY! YES…GIVE IT TO ME!"
As she rode the wave of orgasmic frenzy, the table shook violently, and between her violent pleasure and the pushing force of Chris on my body the table took much abuse. Izzy's long lasting orgasm had not finished before daddy came with a loud series of guttural grunts, and with each spurt hammered her with such force that the table pushed against me, forcing its edge into my thighs and Chris’ cock deeper into my pussy.
The sight and sound of their cumming had its impact on me and I began to feel my climax rising up deep from within me. I felt Chris's cock start to throb and I knew from experience that he was not far from unloading in me, and I felt my pleasure growing rapidly, hot cum then exploded and I literally felt his jets of cum hit the walls of my hungry pussy. His cock was pulsating in the strongest rhythmic contractions I had ever felt and I was being drenched by his huge load. My deep and low moans became louder.
"UMMM! UMMM! OOOOOOHH!"
At that point I was screaming with pleasure...pleasure intense and long lasting...lasting so long I felt I was going to black out, but finally, just prior to the darkness, the swell began to subside slowly. I had a vague awareness of Chris screaming in the midst of his own pleasure behind me, but my entire being was so focused on the seat of my pleasure there was no one else...not Chris, not Daddy, not Izzy; only me and the ultimate sensation. My come down was slow and for a brief while I had no concept of who I was or where I was.
Remaining bent over the table, the softening cock that had been the source of so much pleasure came out with a soft plop. Lay as I was I felt cum begin to seep out of my cunt then either run down my leg or collect in a small pool on the edge of the table, gradually I returned to my senses and the reality of the situation. The reality of the situation was that I was lying with a bare cum-drenched pussy across a dining table. Opposite me were my father and Izzy. We both rose slowly, our matted cum soaked pussy’s now in full view, but as I reached down for my pants I was overcome by a bout of dizziness.
In recovering I looked up and in a daze saw that I was under the shrunken but glistening cock that was my father’s. That huge throbbing sex object just a few moments previously, took on a comical sight from my new low perspective. To this day, I cannot explain this, but I began laughing. Daddy reached down to help me up.
"Are you ok?" he asked, looking worried.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said giggling slightly; soon my giggles had become uncontrollable. I looked at Izzy, and she broke out into laughter from just looking at me. Giggles are contagious, and soon all four of us were rolling in laughter.
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