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for passions to reach their heights and endeavoured to distract herself by disrobing to her corset and stockings
and casting on a peignoir.
She had now every intention of interrupting the pair, though in truth she knew not what she was to do upon
effecting her surprise entry. To her ears for several minutes came the regular smacking of the strap and the
plaintive cries and moans of Clara, which her mama knew well enough by now how to interpret. With her
pulse racing and her palms not a little moist, Belinda then moved quietly along the corridor in the direction of
the study and silently opened the door.
Clara at first neither heard nor saw her, for she was in the very throes of pleasure. Her dress, chemise, and
drawers, cast off, lay upon the floor in artful mingling with the little-used strap. Nearby, Lord Smithers'
garments equally adorned the carpet together with his boots. Naked as the day, he knelt upon the divan with
his stiff prick half-inserted in the moist nest of his daughter who, on hands and knees before him, looked
divinely desirable in her white-silk stockings, pink garters, and nothing else save for her boots. At that very
moment, her papa's cock was entering her again after several juicy thrusts, which had already churned their
bellies warmly. Bowed over her, his palms fervently cupped the luscious gourds of her titties, whose creamy,
swollen surfaces offered the tingling of her aroused nipples to his touch.
Murmuring incoherently but blissfully, Clara kept her flushed face resting on her forearms while moving her
hips about gently as he had taught her to. Reaching his free arm under her smooth tummy, her papa caused his
fingers to toy around her clitoris while his cock moved powerfully in and out between the greedily sucking
walls of her cunt. Oiled as it was by her secretions--for Clara had already come once even as he had inserted
his bulbous knob in her quim--his prick moved easily. Albeit that she was blissfully tight, she had learned
rapidly how to apply the nutcracker action of her interior muscles to draw him on.
Thus was the lascivious spectacle that came to Belinda's eyes as she stood swaying in the doorway. Becoming
aware of her presence, Clara uttered a wild cry and his her face. For his part, however, Lord Smithers seized
her waggling hips and rammed his charger full into her so that her heated bottom-cheeks balled tightly into his
belly. Casting out one strong arm, he seized his wife's wrist and he pulled her down beside them.
'Ah, Harold, no!' Belinda cried, finding her face adjacent to her daughter's while her robe was manfully thrust
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open and her own cunt offered to her husband's hand.
'Yes, Belinda ,' croaked he, determined not to be deprived of his final pleasure in this ardent moment and,
indeed, to add to it. His wife's sturdy, black-stockinged legs, kicking wildly, contrasted erotically with the
white ones of Clara, who could do nothing but moan as his pestle continued to pound her. All was then lost in
the wild passion of the moment.
Tom between outrage and arising passion, Belinda succumbed, knowing well enough that she had no other
course to take anyway other than to totally disrupt the very relations that ensured her steady supply of caviar
and champagne. Thus did opportunism reign. Joining mouths and tongues wildly together in the haphazard
squirmings and wrigglings that ensued, all three ran a delirious course until a softly breathing quiet obtained.
Continuing to soak his rammer in the frothing quim of Clara, who by then lay flat beneath him, Lord Smithers
afforded his wife the most passionate of kisses and continued to caress her own pulpy slit.
'Oh, Harold, what are we at!' murmured Belinda hotly.
'Naught but pleasure, my pet, and who is to say us nay. But come, let us all to the boudoir where we may have
a larger bed on which to spread ourselves--'
Withdrawing then his still-thick penis from his daughter's come-soaked nest, he aroused the pair to their
trembling legs.
'Oh, Mama, what are we to do! I cannot!' Clara wailed, covering her blushing face.
'What nonsense, Clara, you have done it with Papa once and you might as well do it again,' declared Belinda
rather to her own surprise. Swept up in her father's arms, Clara was then carried to the nuptial bed, kicking
and sobbing theatrically, as she felt it necessary to do. In this, Belinda saw well enough her opportunity for
some revenge at least, and persuaded her husband to spank the wicked girl soundly in their bedroom until. If
not quieted, she was at least sufficiently subdued to find a panting pleasure in his thoroughly re-aroused cock,
which both mother and daughter then dutifully fondled. Thereat, their lord and master threaded them both in
turn, much to their shameful delight, as each again witnessed the other in the throes of desire. By morning,
indeed, Belinda had been thrice pumped and Clara twice more, so that each received their due, the sheet being
much puddled with all their liquid treasures.
Not wishing however to let her daughter take an upper hand in the matter, Belinda thereafter saw to it that
Clara received the parental cock much less frequently and always in the most discreet manner, which she took
care not to observe again. Thus a strange but knowing relationship existed between Clara and her mama,
which the latter was determined to use now that a further opportunity arose to better her own position while
maintaining her daughter's. Casting herself in Clara's confidence, though the minx knew well enough what
was afoot, Belinda declared her intentions more boldly in respect of Ralph Cane than might otherwise have
obtained.
'You will be very nice to him, Clara--VERY nice--you understand?'
'Oh, yes, Mama. If he should wish to kiss me, do you mean?'
'Yes, my dear--'
'And, Mama, if he should wish to... .'
'Tut, tut, Clara, there are certain things we need not discuss. Should Mr. Cane find it necessary
to--er--discipline you on occasions as your dear papa was wont to do, then naturally I shall raise no objections
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thereto--'
'But, Mama, he may wish to strap me, and, oh, dear, if he does so I shall have to take my drawers down--'
'I do not doubt it, my dear, but that is a problem which has caused you little offence in the past and need not
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