Mated to the Pack Ch. 17

In this chapter, Jessica's parents finally get exposed to the general public. Gretchen's mom, Sue, gets a three hole train while her husband watches. Gretchen fucks Quinn and Jessica makes her squirt. This chapter contains oral, anal, gay, lesbian, interracial, interspecies, group, and multiple partner sex. It contains submission, Dominance, and acts of punishment, including whipping and spanking. My thanks to JohnnyGalt and Steve15057 for the editorial assistance.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 17

Road Trip, Wisconsin - Slut Walk

As it turned out, I got Gretchen to scream three times, loud enough her parents could hear her, though only on the first did she squirt. This time, it was me buried between her thighs, not Ingrid. It was the same rules as last night, except we were down to ten swats per orgasm, as I didn't intend letting her off with just one. Ingrid was kissing her and licking Gretchen's swollen tits. They weren't laden in milk yet, too early in her pregnancy, but like everything else on a pregnant woman, they were bigger.

Gretchen knew she'd be spanked if she climaxed without my permission, and that I planned to give her more than just one. There had to be some impetus to being edged. She'd managed to deal with twenty firm swats last night. That wasn't enough of a threat. If she knew ten was the limit, she'd cum when she was good and ready, and not when I knew she'd pop properly.

I believe that I did the very best job of licking pussy that I'd ever managed. I hadn't licked pussy for years as Gretchen had, only a few months. I tried to stay away from her clit, wanting to tease her as long as possible to set her up for the kill. I even ignored pushing my slim fingers into her lovely bald slit for a long time. Despite lacking the extra stimulus of tongue to clit, and fingers to g-spot, her sweet cunt had flowered, and was dripping her honey, a trail of her juices sliding down between her ass cheeks and dribbling over her puckered starfish.

In all my previous dalliances with Gretchen, I'd ignored her ass. Let's face it, I was a licker, and the brown hole wasn't something I normally licked. If I'd used a dildo on her, it was in her honeyed sheathe, and not her tight little asshole. But I enjoyed anal sex, and many of my friends did as well. Perhaps Gretchen did or would herself if presented in the right way, say without a man's cock pushing into her, which I knew she wasn't fond of, but perhaps a slim feminine finger or two.

So I licked until she was positively squirming in delight, her pussy awash from her arousal. Gretchen needed permission to cum, but she wasn't quite there, despite the stimulation Ingrid and I were providing. It reached the point she wanted to cum in the worst way, so instead of begging for permission, she was begging to cum.

When Gretchen was sufficiently stoked, and a rivulet was flowing from her slit, lubricating my intended target, I finally inserted a slim finger in her pussy, and began brushing my lips and tongue over her clit. It didn't take long for her potential orgasm to build. Then her pleading shifted to permission to cum, because she was close, and getting closer by the second. All the signs were there, peaked breasts, flowering slit, taut muscles, anticipatory quivering in her legs and abdomen.

I was silent in response, my mouth otherwise engaged in giving Gretchen pleasure.

Her pleading intensified. "Mistress, please, I'm begging you, I won't be able to last much longer. I'm going to explode. Please let me cum."

Her pleading ignored, as I continued my assault on her pussy, although now a finger from my other hand slid down her lubed crack to her anal opening. I'm sure she felt the light pressure, but ignored it for the other things I was doing to her body, and the release she so desperately craved.

"Oh, God, Mistress. I'm on fire. Please let me cum."

The second I felt the inevitable approaching, I shoved an additional finger in her pussy, sucked and nibbled on her clit, and shoved the other finger as deep in her ass as I could go.

She hadn't lied, Gretchen did explode, with a scream that might have broken windows a block away, a gush of juices so profuse I could have swum in it, and her thighs locked so tight on my head, I thought she'd crush my skull. I kept up my offensive on all of her pleasure zones, and her hips and ass were bouncing up and down on her bed as if she was suffering a seizure. The pressure on my head only slightly decreased as she spasmed and I heard her scream two more times, just below eardrum shattering volume, though the flood slowly dwindled to a trickle. The screaming eventually stopped, perhaps her throat was sore, or her lungs no longer had enough air, but I got eight more orgasms out of her before I pulled back, and withdrew my fingers from the continued contractions in her pussy and ass.

Gretchen was gasping for breath, panting like she'd run a marathon.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" The first words out of her mouth.

"Ten more swats for not addressing me as Mistress."

"Where the fuck did that come from, Mistress?"

"I'm not sure. I felt we needed something big to celebrate, and that was something big."

"No lie, Mistress, that was the best orgasm anyone has ever given me, bar none. That was a wolf worthy orgasm. I've never felt as loved and worshipped as you made me feel."

"It's a good thing, because I'm making you change the sheets, slut. You drenched me. I'm soaked. I need to take a shower."

Gretchen sat up on her elbows so she could look over her tummy at me.

"Eww, you're disgusting, Mistress," Gretchen laughed.

"Is everything all right down there?" Sue called down the stairs.

"Your daughter drenched me in pussy juice. She squirted and I have to take a shower before I paddle her ass a hundred and ten times for orgasming without permission, and neglecting to call me Mistress," I shouted back.

"She what?"

"Squirted all over me, soaked the bed, shattered my eardrums, and tried to rip my head off with her thighs. Do you want to see Gretchen get her ass turned red for flaunting my rules?"

Sue came down the stairs in a housecoat, and nothing else as far as I could see. She looked at the ruin of Gretchen's bed.

"Is that pee? Did she pee on you?"

"Pussy juice, Mom. I squirted for the second night in a row. It's not pee."

"And that was you screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors?"

"It definitely was," I said. "My ears are still ringing, even though Gretchen had my ears covered with her thighs. Almost popped my head off like a zit."

Gretchen hit me.

"Ten more swats to your bare ass, toots."

"It smells like a whorehouse down here," Sue said.

"When did you ever smell a whorehouse, Mom?" Gretchen asked.

While Sue pondered that question, Gretchen got out of bed, pulled Ingrid and me off, and started to pull off the sheets, handing me an otherwise dry pillowcase to wipe my face. I really was a mess. My hair was dripping.

"We don't have a shower down here, Mistress. Have Mom take you to the shower upstairs. I don't know if you smell like a whorehouse, but you definitely smell like my pussy."

"You really are a mess," Sue said.

"Gretchen was trying to drown me," I said. "A clear case of attempted homicide. I'll need to have her arrested and clapped in irons. When she's totally helpless, I'll have my way with her, teach her right from wrong, good from bad, pussy from cock, and corn flakes from frosted oats."

All three started to laugh. "Is that really pussy juice?" Sue said.

"I was in the line of fire, my face right where I wanted it to be, when she had this monster orgasm." I licked my fingers. "Definitely pussy juice."

"Damn, that must have been some orgasm," Sue said.

"Best one I ever had," Gretchen replied. "Jessica has grown in the powers of the Force. If she wasn't fucking cocks, I'd have to issue her a lesbian card."

I did a little curtsy, made awkward by my tummy. "Ta-da. Point me in the proper direction to perform my ablutions."

I followed Sue upstairs and down one of the halls. James had come to the stairway to the upstairs and saw the bedraggled, damp, and totally nude self, pass by to duck into the guest bathroom.

"What happened to her?" he asked Sue.

"Don't ask. I'm not sure you want to know the answer, James."

"What do you mean?"

"Apparently, our daughter is capable of discharging vast amounts of pussy juice."

"You're right. I don't want to know." I heard him laughing as he went back to bed.

Sue handed me a big towel. "I'm glad you're having so much fun."

"Me too," I smiled. "I'm really glad Gretchen is moving to Maine."

"I'd kiss you goodnight, but, you know, pussy juice," Sue said, a gleam in her eye. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks."

******

I didn't give Gretchen her spanking that night, too late. Instead, I waited until we were getting ready to eat breakfast, and in front of her parents, said, "I almost forgot. Assume the position."

"Now?"

"Now, Mistress. Ten more swats."

With a sigh, Gretchen stood up, pulled up her night shirt, and I gave her 130 spankings to her naked, pregnant ass. I made her thank me for each one and ask me for another. Her parents were a little goggle eyed. I did make her ass red this time, then she had to sit down in my lap so I could cuddle her and feed her breakfast cereal. Oh, was her bottom warm. She couldn't get comfortable in my lap, her bottom too sore, so after a couple kisses, she stood up to eat.

"You're free again," I said. "You can sit again whenever you're able."

Gretchen gave me the finger.

"What was that all about?" James asked.

"In order to edge Gretchen, which is a way of making her horny as hell, I told her she'd be spanked ten times for each orgasm she had without permission. I became her Mistress for the night, in order to impose said punishment. It's the main reason she had such a screaming orgasm last night that she woke you up. One can't issue idle threats, or the next time we do it, she won't believe me, and she'll cum any damn time she wants, instead of doing her best to put it off. She'd only have ordinary orgasms, instead of great big juicy ones. I like to give her those instead."

"Do I want to know what she's talking about?" James asked.

"No, but I do, but not this morning," Sue said. "I'll ask later when you're not around."

It wasn't going to be now. We had to leave again.

******

As soon as I reached my parent's, I went running up and slammed into Quinn. It's a little like slamming into a brick wall, so he didn't fall down or anything, and I almost bounced off, except he caught me, and I could kiss hell out of him.

"Whoa, what's that for?"

"For inviting Gretchen to Maine. That was very sweet. You're going to get a reputation as a softie, if you're not careful."

"I'd better be careful then. That's a reputation I don't want," he laughed.

"I mean it, sir. I'm ecstatic. I also made Gretchen squirt for the second time, and it was all over me and the bed. It was a powerful one too. She shrieked so loud she woke her parents. I had to take a shower."

"My, my, how did you do that?"

"I took a page out of your book, sir. Edging her to the nth degree, promising dire consequences to her ass if she climaxed without permission."

He smiled. "Did her ass suffer the consequences?"

I just looked at him until he laughed. "One hundred thirty times, because she failed to address me as Mistress a couple times."

"Speaking of. You need to be collared again." I nodded and dropped to my knees.

Quinn refastened my collar, and I was under Master's control once again. It's a good thing I started to juice up as soon as I heard the lock click on my neck, because he ordered me to my hands and knees and plunged into my pussy. I did not have permission to cum, and what do you know, I climaxed anyway. Gretchen was chortling, given what I'd just done to her. Apparently, I wasn't the only one.

As soon as Gerhard, Janet and Dawn arrived, before you knew it, I found myself between my two parents, with Janet next to my Mom. All of our hands were over our heads, suspended from ropes attached to the stairway bannister above us after a narrow sidetable had been pulled away. My ankle cuffs were attached to mom's and dad's on either side, and we were far enough apart, it caused us all to have spread legs. On either side of our four dangling bodies, Dani and Simone, held my Dad's and Janet's off legs apart. We were all inverted Ys.

Nat sucked Dad's cock until he was hard, then Quinn showed Brigitte and Gerhard how to whip a male submissive. I would have thought that when Quinn applied the whip to Dad's genitals, they would have shrunk up like raisins. That was not the case. However Quinn was doing it, or how soft his strokes, or whether it was the material of the whip, his erection didn't shrink. Nor were his genitals the only thing whipped. Apparently, Dad's nipples were as sensitive as a woman's, despite their smaller size. His belly and upper thighs also took abuse. Despite all this, his cock seemed to get harder with the punishment. Gerhard and Brigitte took their turns, learning how to do it.

Even though his cock and balls turned red from the whipping, at some point, Dad said, "Mistress, I need to cum. Please let me cum."

Nat was right there and began sucking Dad's cock until Dad exploded down his mouth. Dad was then released from the line. He was told to suck Nathaniel to an orgasm and then return to pay attention so that he could learn to whip a sub. I was next in line, and Quinn spent a lot of time telling the others about the differences between whipping men and women. Quinn took the whip and prepared to whip me.

"You know that if you hurt her, I'm going to gut you like a pig," Gretchen said.

Quinn laughed. "You'd have to be faster than her grandfather, and I don't think you're that fast, especially how fat you are right now." He kissed Gretchen on the cheek. "I promise you that she'll orgasm during her whipping, how does that sound?"

"Pay attention, Gretchen," I said. "The next time you cum without permission, I'm going to do this to you."

Gretchen snorted, then told Quinn to whip my slutty cunt bloody.

Quinn laughed again, then showed the others how to whip me. I'd seen him whip Dani, and she had orgasmed, so I suspected he could do what he promised. It stung. I won't lie to you. There was an immediate sting like an electric shock when the multi-stranded whip fell on my skin, but it faded quickly to something less. My skin got red streaks, but they got layered and soon all of my skin pinked up. The ones to my big belly and thighs weren't all that bad, not that I didn't moan, groan or whimper when I was struck, but I never felt the need to, or even got close to using my safe word, 'Adriana'. When he whipped my tits, it felt like the voltage was doubled, even though I could objectively say he struck me less hard. Boobs are so sensitive.

Despite telling Quinn to whip my cunt bloody, Gretchen was watching closely to make sure Quinn did no such thing. At one point, she moved close and touched the red streaks on my tits and nipples.

"How quickly do these fade," she asked.

"They'll be gone in less than an hour," Quinn said.

Gretchen sucked my nipple. "Does it hurt?" She asked after releasing it.

"Not from your sucking," I said. "That feels really soothing."

She sucked on the other one, then told Quinn to carry on. Quinn eventually got to my pussy, and those strokes stung like a bitch, especially when the strands struck my pubic lips. My legs were jerking quite a bit, trying to close them, but Dani had a good hold of one side, and I was anchored to Mom on the other, so they weren't going anywhere, no matter what Quinn was doing in the middle.

Despite the pain, there was also warmth suffusing my pussy, and it felt like it was getting warmer and warmer with each stroke. Dad had finished sucking Nat's cock and he flinched each time Quinn struck me.

It was gradual, but the warmth seemed to overtake the immediate impact of the whip striking me, and I realized I was going to cum.

"Permission to cum, Master."

"Permission granted."

The next stroke between my legs lit a fire that was not to be denied.

"Motherfuck, I'm cumming," I screamed, my hips shuddering as I thrashed.

Quinn pushed down on Gretchen's shoulder and told her to lick me to another orgasm. She did, and the spasms continued. My cunt sounded slurpy as Gretchen licked it. After my orgasm was over, I was released and my Mother was next. I sat with Gretchen on the couch and she kissed me as we watched the rest.

"Pay close attention, Simon," Quinn said, putting his arm around Dad. "You're going to be whipping your own slut later. Your wife enjoys her submission, almost as much as Jessica enjoys hers. You might want to put her into bondage on occasion to satisfy those submissive urges she feels. When you do, her sexuality will be under your control. If you let her fuck someone else, and I doubt that you'll stop enjoying others together; who or even if she fucks someone else will be up to you. Believe me, watching her squirm on another man's cock will be much more enjoyable if it's under your control, than it was when she is under mine. You can restrict the orgasms she has, and punish her if she's not compliant. Jessica normally limits me to once a month. You could do the same between yourselves. Try it on for size every so often."

Since there was an abundance of females to whip, Brigitte and Gerhard hadn't whipped me, just watched and learned. They did take turns whipping Mother, Quinn pointing out various items as they practiced. What to look for, what to avoid. Brigitte was the one who made Mom orgasm, and it was Dad between her legs licking her through the aftershocks. Mom was released, and Nat cuddled with her beside me, doing her aftercare.

Janet was the last one left. Quinn watched closely as Gerhard, Brigitte and eventually Dad whipped her. She orgasmed as Dad whipped her. Dawn licked her pussy after her whipping, then Gerhard released her and sat down a big chair with her in his lap, sliding his big cock into her when she said she was ready for it. Dani was then strung up as we'd been.

Quinn watched closely as Dad whipped Dani all by himself, telling him what to look for, to pay attention to certain things. Brigitte was filming it for Carl. After Dad made Dani orgasm, he licked her pussy through three more orgasms while she was strung up, then Dawn released her, and Dad fucked her doggy (wolf) style until he climaxed. Brigitte still made him suck all of his cum from her pussy. He wasn't out of submission yet.

When he finished her, Brigitte said to him, "After you've sucked or licked everyone to an orgasm you haven't done already, I'll be removing your collar. Your submission will be over."

Dad had to go around the room and do everyone but me, including Quinn and Gerhard, though he got to skip Nat since he'd already sucked him off. Brigitte went with him and made sure he did the best he could, patting his head every time he made someone cum with his mouth.

Gretchen was going to decline when he reached her. "Do me a favor," I said, "and accept. I have a feeling that sometime in the next couple of days, I'm going to end up licking your mom, or sucking off your dad, perhaps even getting fucked by him. It will tickle Quinn for your dad to fuck me, simply because he is your dad. I know you won't do my mom or dad, so let Dad or Mom pleasure you so there's some balance between our families."

So she kissed me and spread her legs when Dad reached her and Dad did a very nice job licking Gretchen to an orgasm. Not as good as the one I gave her last night, but good. I held her hand as she climaxed, then kissed her when it was over.