Wasn't quite sure at first what he'd gotten himself into.
He knew that his older brother was a little weird, at least that's what he'd always been told by his sister.
But now, he was discovering for the first time what that meant.
Maybe if he hadn't come home from school so early, none of this would ever have happened ...
But he did and it did, and when he'd found his brother and his own sister acting more like husband and wife than bro and sis, he knew he was in for it.
Were they going to be angry at him?
He thought they might be, but as it turned out, they were incredibly cool about the whole thing and had other plans for him.
Very interesting other plans.
Which was how he found himself crossing his own legs as he continued to stare at that part of his sister's thighs that she was making clearly visible to him.
"Excellent suggestion," she said, turning her attentions to Moe, a noticeably stern quality coming into her voice. "You heard him. What are you waiting for?"
"Yes, sis," Moe said.
Sis. The word sounded so funny now. Pete made a note of that as Moe got on his hands and knees in front of him, and put his hands on either side of the red sparkling dress.
"That's right, Moe. Push it up, above my thighs."
It was his sister, calling the shots now. She sat and stared as Moe got the shorts off as far as he could, the tips of the red stockings now plainly visible, as well as the bare white skin of her thighs.
Moe looked into Pete's eyes again, the same way he had the night before, as he reached up to feel for the panties he figured he'd have to take down.
He was wrong.
There were no panties. Well, not exactly. There were panties, but they were crotchless, and it was Pete's turn next.
When he was nude, his cock swung freely, which it did, even now as it got rock hard and stood tall and erect.
Pete took a deep breath as he felt the wet, sweaty hand going around his dick. He shifted on the sofa as Moe worked the dress up so that it was resting on his hips.
"There," Moe said, holding it and smiling as he looked at his sister.
"What a lovely one. You were right, Petey. It's large, and thick, and very straight. You'd be surprised how many you see that have all kinds of little imperfections to them.
"Thank you," Moe said. He figured he had to say something, so he tried to be complimentary.
"I want to suck it," she said, as matter-of-factly as if she were talking about the weather.
Not waiting for an answer, she got up off her sofa and walked, slowly, sexily, toward him.
Moe made no move to let go of the hard-on, instead he watched as his sister got down on her knees and pushed him over to one side, so he had to stretch to hold on to Pete's cock.
It was clear to Pete that she meant for him to hold on to it while she worked on it, giving it some head and doing a nice suck job over it.
Looking once more at Pete, she smiled shyly and lowered her head, so that just her tongue was sticking out of her mouth.
Not all the way, just a little, so that when she started in, she was giving him a series of little, nipping strokes, lapping moves in only one direction, upwards, on his dick.
The effect was magical.
He loved the way she worked, while she made her brother hold the cock in an erect grip.
She knew what she was doing, all right, as she continued to lick, her eyes occasionally flashing upwards to look into Pete's as she worked on his cock.
"You like that," she asked, murmuringly, seductively, as she went down on him, her lips sucking along the edges of his dick, coming down on the two fingers of the top of Moe's fingers.
She increased her actions, until she sensed that Pete was getting close to coming.
She wasn't quite ready for that yet, so she eased her mouth off of him, pushed Moe's hand off the cock, replaced with her own, squeezed, slipped her other hand around his neck, and put her mouth on his.
Pete could taste the vague saltiness of his own cock on her lips, and on her tongue as it pushed deeper into his mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you," she said, softly, spreading her legs and letting her black dress ride up above her hips. "Do you like pussy?" she asked, holding his face on one side now, her hot palm on his cheek as she continued to hold on to his dick.
"I want to fuck you," Pete said, really wanting to get inside of her.
"You like a warm, tight pussy?" she asked, letting her tongue come out of her mouth and lick across her lips.
"Yes," he said, really needing it now.
"Easy boy," she said, as she slowly lowered her spread hips onto his cock, going down ever so slowly on his dick.
"How does it feel," she asked, watching his face intently as she saw the rush of feelings coming over it.
"Great ... it feels great ... " he said, as he pushed his cock deeper into her cunt.
"You want more?" she asked, purposely holding her hips high in the air so that he had push hard to get his cock in her.
"Yes," Pete whispered, and with that she rewarded him by dropping her hips down and taking him full up her pussy.
"There," she said, huskily as she preceded to fuck him, hard and long.
"I'm fucking you," she said, easily as she worked her hips and pussy on him in a highly professional fashion, letting his cock go and putting both hands on his face. "I'm going to make you come, baby," she said, kissing his lips and holding him like that until she felt his hands starting to move up and down, pounding the pillows of the sofa, as he shot in her.
"Yes ... oh yes, baby, give me every drop," she said, as she took his cum into her womb.
And she still wasn't finished.
"I want you to get on the floor, now, Pete. I have something for you."
Pete wasn't sure what she was going to do next, but for some reason, he wasn't afraid. He let himself j slip down to the floor, stretching his body out.
"That's right, baby," his sister said, in her most seductive voice. "Just get yourself comfortable." She gently arranged his body so that his dress was pushed up, over his hips. She wanted his cock visible for what she had in mind. She took his hands and made him keep them over his head, one hand holding the other by the wrist.
"Now don't move," she said, pointing a finger in his face. "If you do, I'll have to give you a spanking. And when I spank, I don't kid around. Understand?"
Pete shook his head yes.
"Good," she said, a wild, wet look in her eyes as she straddled him, her hips sitting high on his chest, her legs spread and her dress still up on her hips, revealing her pussy, now all covered with the drippings of his very creamy cum.
She started playing with her pussy, slowly, opening up the lips and putting first one finger, then another deep inside of herself, pulling it out when it was coated with his juices, then wiping it across his face.
Pete loved the feeling. The stuff was now smoky and humid, with a heavy, funky odor that was a real turn-on.
She did it again and again, painting his face with her hands, making him all sticky.
Then, without saying a word, she rode higher on him, so that her thighs were on either side of his face.
"Lick it," she said to him, holding him a little too tightly he thought, by his hair as she made him use his tongue on her pussy. He could see her face when he looked straight up. She was concentrating heavily, her tongue corning out of her mouth, her eyes getting even wetter from the pleasure she was taking off his tongue.
Then, suddenly, she pulled on his hair and took his mouth off her pussy.
"I think you got it all," she said to him, as she studied his face, all covered with the sticky goo of his juices mingled with hers.
"Now, I think after all that sex you need to get cleaned up."
He didn't know what she was talking about. He wasn't able to move with her on top of him. But, as he watched her spread her pussy open with two fingers, it dawned on him what she was talking about.
A golden shower.
The most exotic present a sister could give to a brother. The rarest form of sex possible.
Pete had never had one from a woman, and as he waited for her to release, his cock got rock hard again.
She raised her hips slightly, so that her pussy was directly over his mouth. With one hand, she gently brushed his lips so that he had to open them.
"That's right. Stay just like that, and don't spill any," she said, as, with one slight forward motion of her hips, she let out a stream of clear, pale, liquid.
It shot into him like a waterfall of hot, bubbly liquid, with a vaguely sugary consistency. He felt it filling up inside his mouth, and swallowed quickly, making sure he got every drop.
She must have kept it up for a good minute and a half, until he felt his stomach filling up with her pee.
"Good boy," she said, wiping the corners of his mouth with her fingers as she finished him off.
"Now, clean my pussy with your tongue. Come on, boy, do it ... "
Swallowing one more time, Pete went to work on her pussy, licking the drops that were clinging to her pubic hairs. Then he pushed his tongue inside and wiped the inner lips clean of the acidy, tart liquid.
"Very good," she said, finally lifting her hot warm thighs off his chest.
Pete just lay there, fully sated. He couldn't remember when he'd had a woman he'd enjoyed that much.
Now, though, he watched, in earnest, as she turned her attentions toward Moe, who'd taken his own cock out and had begun jerking off during the golden shower.
"Nasty boy," his sister was saying to him, with her arms folded. "You know you're not supposed to do that. I'm going to have to punish you."
"Yes sister," Moe said.
"In front of your guest."
"Yes, sister," Moe repeated.
"Go to your room, take off all your clothes and come back in here," she said, sounding as cross as she could.
"If you'll excuse me, Pete," she said, turning to him, her voice now completely going the other way, the very image of sweetness, "I have to change my clothes. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home."
Pete took the opportunity to go to the John. He looked at himself in the mirror. Aside from the fact that his face was all sticky, and the make-up he'd worn was all smudged, he had a certain glow to his face that made him feel, well, like a million brand new bucks.
He fixed his clothes, pulling on the outside of his dress, reapplying his lipstick, washing his cheeks, and combing his hair.
Then he returned to the other room.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his sister. She was now dressed in a black latex punishment suit, with long black stockings and a garter belt, very high heels, and a whip curled up in one hand. She was a sight, all right, and she had a smirk on her overly made-up mouth.
"What's the matter," she asked him, enjoying the surprise on his face. It was clear now that she was a professional dominatrix, and that Moe was her live-in slave. She was going to treat Pete to a rare spectacle, a reward for his taking the golden shower and cleaning her pussy with his tongue afterwards. She was going to let him watch a session with Moe.
Moe returned to the room, completely naked, his face facing downward.
"Stand over there," his sister said, pointing to the center of the room. Moe did as he was told, his sister put a latex-gloved hand under his chin and held it there while she pushed his face up so he could see her.
"You've been a very bad boy and you're going to have to be punished. I hope you understand, you cannot behave like that with me in this house."
"Yes sister."
She went behind him and smacked his ass hard with the whip, giving him a crack that was truly frightening. He yelped as his hands went automatically to his butt, as he jumped forward.
"Did I tell you you could move?" she asked, hissing the words between her teeth.
"No, sister."
"Then why did you move?"
"I'm sorry, sister."
"You're sorry. Sorry isn't good enough. Bend over."
"Please sister ... "
"You dare defy me?" She gave him another hard whack with the whip.
"OHH ... " he cried out, bending over and grabbing his own ankles, his face red with a contortion of pain and pleasure.
"You will stand like that and not make a sound, a single sound, or move a muscle while I whip you. Is that understood?"
"Yyy ... yes, sister."
She smiled and looked over to Pete, whose own dick was once again raging hard. He'd never seen anything as exquisite as this.
"Now ... are you ready?"
"Yes, sister."
"Ask me for it."
Pete saw the consternation building in Moe's face.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes. Please, sister, whip me."
"I can't hear you."
"I need you to whip me."
"I still can't hear you."
"PLEASE ... WHIP MY ASS BLOODY RED ..."
"All right ... if you insist ... "
Nice touch, Pete thought.
Now, his sister brought the whip down mercilessly, curving in a downward sweep as she smacked him silly, each hit sending a chill coursing through his body.
As much as Moe wanted to scream out in pain, and shake off the initial burning sensations, he was unable to make a sound, the fear was that strong.
Over and over his sister kept working on him, until finally, as much as he tried not to, he had to cry out, and he fell over, beaten and bloodied.
His sister put one foot on his ass and stood there; the conqueror, the superior, the living proof that at least in this world, men were the slaves and women were the aggressive dominants!
It was a lovely sight, and Pete applauded, making his sister take a bow.
"Now, I'm going to make sure that you behave yourself, Moe. You're going to have to wear the trainer for awhile."
"No ... not the trainer!"
There was a genuine pleading in his voice, Pete watched, fascinated, as Many produced what looked like a leather jock strap. It was only on closer inspection that he realized what it was; a male chastity belt.
It was designed cleverly, so that it went all around his balls and was padlocked on the bottom, with an extension of steel mesh all around for the cock, so that you could pee, but you couldn't touch yourself.
"Turn over," his sister said, as Moe reluctantly went over on his back.
His sister immediately went to work, sitting between his open legs and putting the apparatus around Moe's dick, putting a padlock underneath the balls and at the tip of the dick.
"There," she said, triumphantly. "It's going to stay on you until I decide you've been punished enough. Until then, no sex, no masturbation, nothing. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sister."
"All right, get dressed."
Moe got up slowly and went to his room. His sister came over and gave Pete a hot, wet kiss on the lips, while with her latex glove, she gave Pete the relief he needed so badly.
"Let me jerk off your lovely cock," she whispered, as she worked on his shaft, her tight latex skin gloves causing Pete to come in less than a minute.
"Good boy," she said. "But you better clean yourself up, otherwise I might have to put you in the trainer also. You wouldn't like that, would you?"
"No."
"No? You can do better than that. No what?"
"No sister."
She smiled. "Better. You better go now. I'm going to have to do some more work with Moe, and some it is still too private for an audience.
Pete shuddered when he tried to think about what the man had in store for him.
"What about dinner," he asked, smiling, as he slipped his take fur on.
"Well, we'll just have to have you over some other night, and do this all over again," she said, slapping him very lightly on the face. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," Pete said, quickly adding "sister" to the end of his sentence.
"I bet you would, little boy. Anyway, you certainly can't complain that you didn't have enough to drink, now, could you?"
"No, sister."
She laughed easily as she showed him to the front door.
"I'm sure that Moe would like to say goodnight, but I'm afraid he's going to be ... tied up for the rest of the night.
Pete said it was no problem, that he would see them again soon, and stepped outside to the hall.
He was in the cool evening air and walking toward the corner, looking for a cab.
He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. It was one of those rare nights, for so many reasons.
He hadn't had sex with a woman in a long time. He had to admit it was a refreshing change. Although he was sure that he still preferred cock, he was happy to know that he could still find pleasure and delight inside the womb of a willing, hot babe.
The night was still early, and he was still hungry. He wondered if the golden shower he had taken and was forced to swallow had somehow stimulated his appetite.
He decided to take himself out for a couple of burgers down at the corner fast-food shop.
The place was filled with a lot of the kids from school.
He looked around, wondering if any of them had had the kind of afternoon he did!
With his own sister and brother!
He took a booth, ordered a couple of burgers with ketchup and cheese, and a coke.
When he was finished, he felt a whole lot better.
After all, so much had gone on that day!
Now, he thought it might be better if he went home and got a good night's sleep. After all, what could follow a night like he had.
So he got back to the house which now seemed so quiet and ... normal ... and took himself upstairs.
There, in front of a mirror, he slowly stripped off his clothes and stared at his naked self with his big dick hanging down.
He came up close to the mirror and held it up. He'd had some great sex with it tonight, and thanked it. Then, he sat down on the floor, with his legs crossed Indian style.
He began rocking back and forth, his back hunched over, his head all the way down.
He did this about fifteen or twenty times, then, in one forward motion, he came all the way back, so that he was resting on his shoulders, his cock and balls dangling just above his mouth.
He stared at his own cock, in this position, and then, as it started to grow harder, he opened his mouth.
It was something he'd discovered about himself years ago, something he took great delight in. Because his cock was so big, and his body so agile, he was able to give himself a blowjob, by taking the head of his dick in his mouth while he rocked back and forth.
Which is just what he did. He felt the stuff starting to come, as he licked and sucked at it. Now he reached around with his own hand and grabbed his own dick and balls, holding himself tight until he shot, spasms of come dribbling down his own mouth.
When he finally uncurled, he had a great feeling of relaxation come over him. He'd hadn't had a three orgasm night in he didn't know how many years.
Now, though, it was time for him to get some sleep.
He was exhausted. So tired he could hardly moved.
Still, there were some things he had to do. Like take a shower, and wash himself clean. Cleanliness, he always told himself, was next to Godliness, and there was no sense angering the very gods who'd blessed him with so extraordinary a sexual sister.
When he finally got into bed, he thought he would fall asleep and dream forever of pussies and dicks.
Which is, of course, exactly what he did.
When he awoke the next morning, he had a tremendous erection, and he reached down and held on to it, while he replayed the golden shower in his mind.
He hoped that he would be seeing his sister again soon.
Which, of course, is precisely what Moe and sis had in mind.
Chapter Two
It was a beautiful day.
It was also Saturday, but that was less important.
The only good thing about it being Saturday was that Petey didn't have to work. He wasn't particularly fond of school these days, since all the real learning was taking place back at the house with Moe and sis.
Petey loved to think about what the faces of the other kids at school would look like if they could hang out with him a couple of nights a week, when he played with his sister, and his brother. They wanted action?
They didn't know how much what the word really meant.
So, usually, on weekends, it was a fifty-fifty situation. If Petey felt particularly ambitious, he'd take himself out and do something about it.
Things were always harder to do at home when the whole family was there ... it was better during the week.
So weekends he was more or less on his own. If he felt like being adventurous, why the hell not?
Most Saturdays he was still a bit ... sore ... from the wild carryings on from the night before.
He had some coffee on and checked the weather out the window. Even though it was early December, the sun was shining yellow bright, and the wind was warmly crisp, as if it were just beginning to think about turning colder.
The summer had been a hot one in New York, and the fall had crept in on tiptoes, almost as if it didn't want to interrupt a good thing.
So now, as the days grew shorter and the nights colder, a day like it was outside this day meant that a walk into Washington Square Park was a rare privilege.
There wouldn't be many more days like it left.
He made himself a couple of eggs, some bacon, and a tall glass of juice.
Then, it was time to pick his clothes. He settled on a nice pair of washed and pressed jeans, and an athletic sweat-shirt with a hood.
He checked himself out in the mirror. Very sharp.
Okay.
He slipped on a windbreaker and decided to walk the dozen or so blocks over to the park.
Outside, it was one of those great days in the village, when mamas walked their babies and old men argued sports.
By the time he got to the park, he was feeling just sensational. The only thing that was left for him to have on a day like this was either some pussy or some cock.
It didn't matter, whichever came his way was okay with him.
That was one of the beautiful side benefits of being a student. You ran on all currents.
He took a bench and sat down. Not ten minutes later one of the sexiest bitches he'd ever seen came sashaying through the park, her long legs walking as if she'd just been fucked for hours straight.
Her ass swayed as if it were holding a baby in its arms and rocking it to sleep, and her tits seemed to be filled with milk, they were that swollen through her sweater.
Yeah, Petey thought to himself, that's for me. I like that. A lot.
Even more when she sat opposite him on the walk, taking the bench that was empty just on his other side.
Okay, fine, Petey told himself. Her move next.
After looking around, aimlessly it seemed, she let her eyes fall on his.
She stared at him with a half-smile on her face, and just as Petey smiled back, she sucked in her cheeks and made a move with her mouth that seemed as if she were swallowing.
He didn't miss the subtle significance of that. He knew just what message she was giving him, and he liked it.
He could feel his dick growing into a hard-on.
Next, she crossed her legs. High, so the tight leather skirt she was wearing rode up her thighs enough to reveal her perfectly formed thighs. She knew he was looking at her, so she put her arms out on the side of the bench, and pretended she was going to take some sun on her face.
So she put her head back, and in this position she was pushing her tits out, making Petey wish they were sitting on his face.
Mama mama mama he'd had enough. He got up, fixed his clothes, and went over to where she was sitting. Taking a brief pause, he let himself slide down to where she was sitting, so he came to rest on her arm.
She smiled and slowly turned her head to him.
"Pardon me," she said, "I think that's my arm you're resting on."
"Is it," he said, smiling back. "Well, I hope you can forgive me."
"I don't know. I thought when you were sitting over there you had a hard-on in your jeans. If you still have it, I suppose it was for me. In that case, I guess I could forgive you."
Bingo.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I couldn't help noticing your beautiful self as you went walking by ... " He complimented himself on his fabulous way with words.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice you either. I'd really like to ... well, you know ... "
Petey couldn't believe it. He wanted to fuck this babe, and she was obviously into fucking him.
"Look," he said, finally, "Why don't you and I go somewhere where we can ... explore this situation a little more closely ... "
"You mean, let's get down to the naked balls truth?"
Petey laughed. "Yeah, I suppose you could put it like that."
"I'd like to put it like ... well, why don't we wait. Can you?"
"Boy, can I?"
"So, where'd you have in mind."
"My place? Yours?"
"Well, let's go to my place. After all, I just met you."
"Good enough. I'll follow, you lead."
"Exactly what I had in mind."
She lived a short walk from the village, on the east side. It seemed like forever before they got to the elevator and went to the fourth floor. The woman lived in a loft, and the elevator entered directly into her apartment.
"Well," she said, cheerily, "Here we are."
"Yes," Petey said, looking around the mostly bare, white place."
"You're not into a lot of furniture," Petey said, as he sat down in one of the few chairs.
"No, I'm not. I'm into sex. Is that all right?"
"Fine. Excellent. Perfect."
"Take off your clothes," she said, coyly. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine."
"You got a deal." Petey stood up and undid his pants, dropping them, and undoing his shirt. In a flash he was naked.
"Now come over here. I want you to show me your cock."
Petey liked her style. He took the few steps to where she was, and held his fat, hard dick in his hand, pointing it in her direction.
"Mmmm," she said, shaking her head up and down. I like it. I like it very much."
With that, she slowly started to unzip her leather skirt, the sound of the metal teeth zagging throughout the empty room, echoing with anticipation.
"Do you want me to drop my skirt?" she asked.
"Yes. Very much."
"All right. Then you get on your knees and I'll do it right in front of you."
Petey didn't have to be asked twice. He went down, still holding his dick, waiting for her to bare her luscious pussy.
Which was why he was so surprised when her skirt fell. Not because she didn't have anything underneath, although that was pretty much of a surprise in itself, but because she had a real hairy pussy!
With a huge, gargantuan clitoris sticking right out!
She was one of the big girls!
Petey had to laugh. He should have known. She was so beautiful, and she'd picked him just as if he were a man! Which, of course, was impossible ...
She put her hands on his shoulders.
"You like it?"
"Yes," he said, smiling as he reached up to hold it.
"No," she said as she pushed his hands away. "I'll do all the touching for now. Open your mouth. Come on, open it."
Petey did as she asked, and immediately one of her hands went to the back of his head and the one that was still holding her clit as she shoved it into his face.
Petey felt it sliding between his teeth. He looked up and saw the woman's face sneering, smiling down at him, carefully working her cock back and forth, jerking it off into his mouth.
"Yes," she said softly, as she concentrating on what she was doing. "You like it?"
"Mmmmm"
"Yes, you love to suck pussy. You're a good pussy-sucker aren't you?"
"Mmmmm"
"Yes ... I'm ... what am I doing to you?"
"Mmmmm"
"What? Jerking off? That's right. I'm flicking off into your mouth and I'm going to make you swallow my pussy juice."
"Mmmmmmfffff ... "
Petey was sucking with gusto now, licking the clit and the lips and keeping the head locked behind his teeth. He was on his knees sucking and loving the feel of it deep down his throat. He could taste the sweet body perfume of the babe who was mouth-raping him and he wanted more than anything else to please him.
"I'm going to ... I'm going to ... yeah, yeah ... " and with that the girl dropped a hot load of lip juice down Petey's eager, waiting throat.
"Good ... that's so good ... " the woman moaned, as she held her pussy spread wide in her fingers while she made sure that he took every last drop.
Then she let it come out of his mouth, and she helped him to his feet. "That was very well done. Now, what can I do for you?"
"Turn around," Petey said.
The girl smiled and did as she was told.
"Now get on your knees."
Again, she aimed to please. In a flash he had her on her hands and knees, while he started to spread the cheeks of her ass.
"You have a nice ass." he said to her, as he took his hard-on, now raging and pumping on the inside, up to the crack of her ass. "So much so that I'm going to bury my cock in it."
"Oh, please, yes, that's just what I want ... "
" 'Cause that's what you're going to get ... "
He pumped into her, getting his cock in as far and deep as it could go, so much so that he felt her bending her legs up at the knees, and scratching at the floor with her hands.
"Jesus ... that's so ... God, I ... love it ... "
Petey worked her feverishly, fucking for all it was worth.
"I'm going to come in your ass," he said, huskily, I as he continued to hump her, until he felt his balls starting to contract and his hips moving faster and faster.
He slipped his hands underneath her armpits and grabbed her there. It was an unusual place to hold someone, and he knew that it threw her off to be taken like this.
"OOhhh ... OH, GOD ... OH JESUS X CHRIST," she screamed as she felt him cum going deep into her rectum.
They stayed like that for a long time, until it was soft and Petey could slip it out of her.
"There," he said, when he was finished, "that ought to hold you for awhile."
"I guess," the woman/man said, softly, her face resting on her own chin.
"I have to go now," he said, starting to get dressed.
"Maybe I could see you again some time," the girl said as she rolled over, keeping her thighs spread apart so her dick was plainly in view.
"Well," Petey said, "if I'm ever in the park again on a Saturday ... "
She wasn't sure what that meant, but she didn't think it was a good sign.
Petey waved once and got in the elevator, pushing the down button.
It wasn't that he didn't find the woman attractive. He did, there was no denying that. And it wasn't that he didn't enjoy being made to suck her off, because he did.
And it wasn't that he didn't enjoy fucking the cute little hairless ass, because he did.
It was the way she furnished her apartment. He didn't like a place that stark. Fucking on the floor wasn't his idea of a fun weekend.
So he found himself back in the street, with nothing much to do.
He lit up a cigarette and decided to walk around for a while. He passed a movie theatre and decided to take in a double feature.
Very apt.
It wasn't until late afternoon, when he found himself back home that his dick told him that he had to do something interesting for the rest of the evening and night.
But what? What could he do? Pick up another woman? You just couldn't trust anyone these days.
The phone rang.
He wondered if he should let the machine pick up. It was set for the fourth ring. What the fuck, he thought, he might as well pick up. Things couldn't get much worse.
"Hello?"
"Well, well, well, how are you today?"
Petey's heart leapt. It was Sis on the intercom!
"Sis, How good of you to call."
"I thought you might be happy to hear from me. What are you doing tonight?"
"I don't know. Sitting around reading the bible. What about yourself?"
"Well, I did spend a delightful afternoon punishing your brother Moe. He's been such a good brother today."
Petey laughed. He enjoyed his sister's good sense of humor.
"Well, I wish I could have been there to watch."
"Me too. What about tonight?"
There was a certain downshift in her voice that told Petey she was serious.
"Well, gosh, there's the museum I was thinking of going to, and ... "
"Don't be a pussy. I need a yes or a no. Mom and dad are going away for the night and I'm inviting a few friends over, and I guarantee you that you won't be sorry if you come. Now can I have an answer?"
"I'll be there," he said, evenly. Truth was, he wouldn't miss it for the world.
"Good," Sis said, her voice oozing syrup. "I'll expect you at eight."
"Good enough."
The phone went dead.
Petey was back in the bath now. It seemed he spent a lot of time these days keeping himself clean.
Then he realized he hadn't asked if they'd wanted him to come alone tonight.
Didn't matter. He had plans to be alone, this was already Saturday, and that was the way he was going to go.
Some things he had to have his certain way. It was only fair.
He was ready to go by seven.
He didn't want to come out of his room too early, so he decided to take a nap.
When he awoke, he could hear the low murmur of other voices. He knew some people had arrived. He went to the bathroom, got cleaned up, walked down the front stairs, thru the hallway, and was in the living room before he saw Sis, already in her latex gear, with a whip hooked and looped to her side.
"Good evening," she said, after a couple of seconds staring at him. She sounded as if she were expecting him.
"I was expecting ... "
"Me," Petey said, cutting her off, "And you got me. I'm here."
"I guess. What about a drink?"
"Love one."
Sis rang a bell and Moe, dressed completely as a woman, came in the room with a tray.
Not only was his outfit that of a woman's, complete with black stockings, garter belt showing, short black dress and apron, but also with a full face make-up job and a thick blonde wig. He looked pitiful. He wondered how his sister managed to make him dress like that. Then he realized his sister could make Moe do anything. And himself too!
Petey loved it.
He took a drink off the silver tray and thanked Moe, who nodded and didn't say anything.
"He was a very bad boy this morning, and I'm not allowing him to say anything until tomorrow.
"I see."
"We're expecting some other people to come by. We didn't think you'd mind."
"No. Of course not."
"I promise, things will get very interesting."
"I'm sure."
They sat around for a while and talked about a lot of nothing, every once in a while Moe coming in and taking care of some domestic chores.
Like when Sis dropped her cigarette on the floor and crushed it with her high patent leather black heels.
"Clean that mess up," she said to Moe, when he appeared again.
Moe got down on his hands and knees and started scraping it up with his fingers.
"Not that way, you imbecile," she said, putting her heel on his neck. "Use your tongue."
Petey watched, fascinated, as Moe stuck his tongue out and lapped at the grey ashes, when he came to the butt, he took it in his mouth, and to Petey's amazement, chewed it up and swallowed it!
"That's a good slave," Sis murmured. "Now, my boot touched some of it. I think you should so something about it."
Moe went right to work, wasting no time. He took the boot in his hands and held it as if it were a precious object, which of course it was, and began to lick the front tip. He worked on it as if he couldn't get enough. When he got it all wet, he opened his mouth and took in about two or three inches, sucking on it while fondling the heel.
"Now the other one," Sis said, in a short, snappy tone.
Very carefully, Moe put the one foot down and lifted the other one, sucking on it. While he did so, Sis put her other heel into his balls, and started to kick.
"Mmmmfff ... " Moe said, as he continued to suck. Sis looked over at Petey, smiling and looking very contented.
"You see," she said, "It's all in the training. You take away a man's dick and he'll do almost anything to get it back. Moe could tell you, if he were allowed to speak, that the trainer can be a most effective weapon. I once made him wear it for almost three months. Didn't I, Moe?"
"Mmmmmm ... "
"So don't ever be a bad boy," she warned Petey, because you never know when you're going to be put into the trainer."
"I'll try to remember that." The front buzzer rang.
Sis kicked Moe off her feet with a sharp jab to his balls, causing him to fall over. "Get inside," she said, "I don't want anyone to see you like this right away. You're too embarrassing."
Moe got up slowly, blushing as he went into the kitchen.
"Now, let's see who it is," Sis said, as she went to the front door.
She opened it and in came the most beautiful woman that Petey had ever seen. Really. She was tall, blonde, statuesque and gorgeous.
"Well, Lynn, it's so good of you to come."
Lynn smiled as she took off her coat. "Darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"I'd like you to meet Petey. He's a new ... friend of ours."
"Charmed." She held out her hand.
Petey took it and kissed her fingers, smelling the cool, toilet odor that came emanating from it.
"I think we're going to have an incredible evening," Sis said.
"I hope so. It would have to go a long way to top the last one."
"True. But we have Petey with us now."
Petey smiled. At what he didn't know. He wasn't sure what they were up to, but he knew it would be more interesting than the chick he'd picked up that afternoon.
At least, it would be longer.
Chapter Three
An incredible fucking! That's what Sis gave to Lynn, just so hot for Petey to watch, which he did with eyes glued on his sister and her new friend.
Jimmy kept his eyes glued on the women as they worked on each other. It was Sis, of course, who was the initial aggressor.
She was holding the mammoth fifteen inch donger in her fist, climbing on top of Lynn, who was lying with her legs spread apart on the wide sofa, and her head leaning over to one side. Her arms were flailed out to the sides and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth.
She'd just been sucked off by Sis, who loved doing that to her, almost as much as Lynn loved having it done.
Now, though, she was about to pay the price, so to speak.
Both women were completely naked. Sis was on her knees, holding her dildo, and using one hand to spread open the lips of Lynn's pussy.
"Easy, now," Lynn said, moaning as she waited, impatiently, for the fucking she'd earned.
"Don't worry," Sis said, "I'm not going to disappoint you ... " With that, she eased just the head of the giant cock into Lynn's pussy.
"Jesus ... " Lynn said, "That feels so ... I need it ... I need to get ... fucked ... " she said, as she spread her hips as far as she could get them, above her head, so that she could allow Sis the maximum room she'd need to work that thing inside.
It took a full fifteen minutes for it to get worked all the way inside.
When it was, Lynn was moving her head from side to side, gasping for breath, amazed at the stuffing she was taking.
"Jesus ... oh, sweet Jesus ... I can't ... I can't take ... much more ... take it ... out ... please ... aaahhhoohhh ... "
"You can take it," Sis said, evenly, as she began to move her hips back and forth, fucking the shit out of her female lover.
"Noo ... noooo ... no more ... I can't ... oh, God, I can't ... "
"I'm not going to stop until I make you come," Sis said, almost sweetly, as she stepped up the action of her cock.
"Yyyes ... I'm going to ... " Lynn flailed her arms and legs as, with a gushing wave of heat rising up through her body, she let out a piercing love scream, while she spent, once more, under the relentless fucking she was getting.
It was obvious to Petey, if not totally surprising, that Lynn, who was very much in charge of his domination, was the woman between these two. It was usually that way.
"Now," Petey said, as he made his move. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten to inform Moe what the plan was, that there was even a plan, and so he found himself standing in the middle of the room, with Moe still behind him, and the women joined by the biggest hunk of rubber this side of Brazil.
"What are you doing here?" Lynn screamed, trying ludicrously to cover her tits with her hands as the dildo was pulled out of her.
"They were spying on us," Sis said, holding her weapon in her hand and looking the two of them over.
"This is not going to sit well with us," Sis said, who was already preparing in her mind what punishment she would mete out.
"I'm afraid that doesn't really matter," Petey said, as he approached the women and put his arms around Sis.
"Take your hands ... off of me," she said, loudly. "Moe. help me," she screamed, but Moe just stood and watched, while Petey, who glanced quickly down at the now smirking Lynn, knew he'd have no trouble overpowering the women. Both of the women.
He easily got a piece of rope around Sis's wrists, tying them behind her back.
"You too," he said to Lynn, who shrugged her shoulders and sat up. "Put your hands behind your back and don't move."
Lynn sat up, a smirk on her face as she put her hands behind her.
"Moe," Petey yelled over his shoulder. "Don't just sit on the floor like a vase. Get over here and help. "
"Sure, sure thing," he said, getting up and helping to bind the wrists of his tormentor.
Petey stood back. Both women were sitting on the sofa, stark naked, with their arms tied behind their backs.
"Is there a broomstick in the house?" Petey asked Moe.
"Don't," Sis said. "You'll kill us."
"Don't worry," Petey said, "It's not for what you thing. I have some other ideas in mind. I don't want to hurt you ... " He paused. "Too much, that is."
He waited while Moe got the broomstick.
Smiling, Petey tied each of Sis's feet to the opposite ends of it, so that now she was forced to keep her legs apart, no matter what.
Now, he helped her off the sofa, and made her stand, putting the balled fist into the small of his back, so that she was forced to lean that way.
"That's right," Petey said, "go all the way over."
When she was positioned just as he wanted her. he secured a loop of rope around the rope holding her wrists together, and tied the other end around the broomstick, so now she was forced into a most provocative spread-eagle position, unable to move. With a simple push he shoved her down on the floor so that she landed on her back, rocking a little, which the only movement she was accorded. Of course, her pussy was wide open, and dripping by now.
"Make sure the other one doesn't get off the sofa," Petey said, referring to Lynn, whom he knew had no intention of doing anything but watching the ravishing that was about to take place.
"You won't be needing this anymore for awhile," Petey said, as he reached around and undid the dildo that was still attached to Sis.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice taking on the sound of a frightened little girl.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll think of some good things."
With that he lowered his head and went to work on her pussy, using his tongue in the manner he was most accustomed to. He sucked on each of her pussy lips separately, until he had her moaning and sobbing for relief. His tongue went all around, but didn't actually touch, her clitoris, which was now standing out a good two inches. It was one of the biggest he'd ever seen.
Now, He forced his tongue to go directly inside of her pussy, and to start sucking on it, while with his hands he held her ass tightly, forcing the ringer of one hand all the way up asshole.
"OOAAHH ... " Sis moaned as she realized she was totally in his grip. "That's ... wonderful ... " she sobbed, as she felt herself starting to come. She strained at her bonds, amazed at the effectiveness of the broomstick, just as she was about to come.
Petey could sense she was going to let go, and he pulled his finger out of her ass and his tongue out of her pussy.
"I want to feel it coming down on my cock," he said, as he shoved his hard-on right up her.
"Oh," she said, as she jumped, "Right in my cunt ... you're fucking me in my cunt ... oh, yes ... more, please ... " she was moaning as he slipped an arm around her neck and held her fast in her spreadeagled trap while he felt her pussy juicing all over his cock, shooting layer after layer of sweet, hot spending on him.
It was too much to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he let himself go and shot a long orgasm up to her womb, where she felt the hot jets warming her entire insides.
"Aaaah ... " she sighed, as she delighted in the hot fucking she'd just gotten.
After a couple of seconds, Petey pulled out of her, his dick still rampagingly hard.
"That was beautiful," she said to him, through humid eyes. "You really know how to fuck," she said.
"Yeah," Petey replied, getting up and turning his attentions to Lynn.
"You're going to suck off her spend from my cock," he said, calmly, almost casually, as he put his hands on her face and brought it close to his.
"You do want to, don't you?"
Lynn had watched the fucking he'd given Sis, and had gotten much turned on by it. "Yes," she whispered, "You know I do."
"Well, I'm going to fuck you long and hard, arid in a very special place. Turn over."
Lynn knew what she was in for. He was going to return the very special favor she'd given him the day before.
Slowly, with her hands tied behind her as his had been when she'd worked on his ass, she was on her stomach on the sofa, her gorgeous, full and round ass in full view.
He got down and gave it a long kiss on each cheek, petting it gently as he did so.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, as she felt his lips working on her.
"It's going to feel so good," he said, as he spread the luscious cheeks of her ass and revealed her most private, most sensitive spot. He gloried in the brown, tight, hole, marveling at how it puckered and shriveled, as if it had a mind of its own and was embarrassed at the exposure it was getting.
"Kiss it," she said, softly, begging him to put his mouth on it.
He lowered his head slowly, led by his tongue, and after hesitating an agonizing couple of seconds, where he watched her hands pulling at her bonds, trying in vain to get free, he let his tongue go straight into the center of her asshole, sending a chill and a twist up her spine.
"Oooaaahhh ... " she sighed, deeply, as she felt the warm thrill of his tongue snaking up her asshole, going as far inside of her as he could get.
When he took his mouth away, she had her legs well spread, and her asshole soaking wet from his saliva.
"Are you ready," he asked her as he got on his knees between her thighs.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... I'm so ready to have my ass fucked by you," she moaned, as she held her breath while Petey brought the head of his dick up to the hole.
"Give it to her good," Moe said, who, sitting had the perfect front row seat. "She deserves to get a good fucking," he said as he stroked his friend's hair.
Sis, meanwhile, had her eyes glued, as she was filled with a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand she wanted Lynn to get a good ass fucking, while on the other, she wished she were the one doing it.
The silence was broken by the sharp yelp that escaped from Lynn's lips as she felt the fat cock beginning to dig into her.
"Oh, yes ... deeper, deeper damn it," she huffed, as the cheeks of her ass slowly spread even further than they already were, as Petey took hold of her naked bottom and held on tight while he fucked away at her.
In another couple of minutes he was buried deep inside of her, and working his cock all the way around, twisting it in several different directions, until, when he knew he was going to come, he yanked it out of her, so fast that it caused her to jump, and whipping her around so that she had to lie on her own hands, he held his dick in his hands and came all over her face.
"Ooohh ... aaahh ... yes ... " Lynn said as she opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could of it.
When she was filled up with the stuff, some of it coming down the side of her chin, she swallowed and smiled, showing off her teeth as she did so, trying to let Petey know how happy she was to have been raped in such a delicious fashion.
Petey lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, as he tasted the saltiness on her breath.
It was now time for him to leave for awhile.
Before he left, he told Moe that he should have his way with each of the women, and that he expected a full recounting of what they did the next time they met.
He would have loved to stay later, but Monday was a school day for him, and he had to spend the whole next day preparing for a French test.
He thought for a second that that's what he'd been doing all along, laughed to himself and then got serious. So he went to his room while the two women filled with his jism, looked at each other and smiled.
He was in his room the first thing he did was to check his calendar.
The upcoming week was just going to be so busy, which meant that he was going to have only a little time for his sister, as his school load permitted.
He was in bed before midnight, and soon sleeping like a baby.
That Monday, at least at work, was die usual ordinary drudge. He didn't have many friends at school, couldn't get into the strange lifestyles they led, with their rah rah footballing on the weekends, and their breathless re-caps of what went on the night before on those idiotic television soap operas they all seemed so addicted to.
Who could possibly care what that sleazy British cockteaser did, or more correctly, didn't do with her men? He was sure that she was a transsexual, for no women could be that ugly without a lot of help.
So he was relieved when five o'clock rolled around and he could get home and get out of those awful clothes.
He soaked in a bath for awhile, and then, when he came out, he laid his evening wear on his bed.
He took himself into the night, because the house was just too noisy for him and he was up for some fun, the kind you couldn't have when your parents were around.
He headed for the hangout, where all the students did their weekday thing. He was Up for Anything.
Once there, he parked himself on a stool in the oak room and ordered a coke. He smiled at the kid behind the counter who looked like what Petey imagined a cigar would if it could grow a brain, all stumpy and brown and totally uninteresting.
He took a cigarette out of his purse, placed it inside a holder, and put it in his mouth. Reaching for a lighter, he was surprised and delighted when a hand came from behind, with a lighter, to give him a flame.
Petey put his hand on the one holding the lighter and took a couple of breaths, blowing out as she turned.
He was surprised. He was younger than she thought he'd be, with a nice, Waspy smile. Good hair, strong shoulders.
And obviously great taste in young boys.
"Thank you very much."
"My pleasure."
"Are you waiting for someone."
"Yes. You."
Petey smiled and looked away.
"Well, that's very charming."
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"As a matter of fact, no, I haven't."
"I see. Well, would you care to join me."
"I'd care to very much."
The man swung around and escorted Petey over to a corner table. They sat, and the waiters scurried around to bring them water, bread, and an ashtray for her cigarette.
"My name is Jose,"
"And I'm Gerri. His sister. So glad to make your acquaintance."
"Are you new at school?"
"Yes, we just moved to the neighborhood."
"Well, I hope you like it" Petey said, smiling. "I never would have guessed."
"Our parents are gone for a couple of days on a business trip, and we thought it would be fun to, oh, I don't know, meet some new faces of our schoolmates."
"Well, I'm very flattered you picked my face."
"I am too."
Josh ordered ice-cream for everybody.
"What are we celebrating?"
"Well, our meeting for one thing."
"I see. And for another."
"Well, I'll leave that up to you."
Petey liked the way the fellow drawled his 'wells'. He was obviously from the south. He thought it would be nice if she gave him a little sign of encouragement, to show him what was going to happen later, if he played his cards right. She let one hand go underneath the table, and, as subtly as she could, she squeezed his upper thigh, letting her fingers stray all the way up, to just below where his cock was.
He had no reaction, and that surprised Petey. How cool could someone get!
"So, I said to myself, Josh, while you're in the city you ought to see a few shows, take in a movie or two, eat at some very fine establishments ... " and he turned his face directly to Petey, " And fuck some of those legendary New York women." He smiled.
So did Petey. He wondered what Josh's reaction would be in a little while when he discovered just what type of woman he'd picked up.
Finally, when the dessert was gone, Josh turned to his new found friend.
"Well, what do you think we should do now?"
"We could go to church," Petey said, loving the way the corners of Josh's mouth fell, "Or we could go to your place where I could fuck the shit out of you."
"Well," Josh said, pretending to think it over very seriously. "I've always wanted to see the inside of St. Patrick's," he paused, "But I think I want to see the inside of your thighs more. Shall we?"
"Oh yes," Petey said. "We shall."
Josh called for the check. They left the Shoppe and walked the few blocks to the kids' house.
They went to the bedroom, something that impressed Petey. He was always dazzled by heights.
"Come on in," he said, waving Petey inside.
"How about something to drink," Petey said, walking around the place.
"Of course."
Then, he turned to Petey, and in the dim light, coming through the open curtains, he put his arms around him and gave him a long, deep kiss.
Perfect, Petey thought to himself. Just perfect.
When they broke, it was because there was a knocking on the door.
"Now, who do you think that could be," Josh said, smiling.
"Probably the police."
"Oh, yes, of course."
Josh went to the door, and let his sister in, this time with no ice-cream and sodas but their father's best scotch.
"A toast," he said, handing Petey a glass.
"To what, darling," Petey said.
"To what's between those gorgeous legs of yours!"
Petey laughed out loud.
"Is something funny," Josh asked, as he sipped his drink.
"Oh, I'm just generally delirious," Petey said. "This has been such a storybook night."
"Storybook," Josh mused. "Cinderella?" He suddenly went down on one knee and slipped off a shoe from Petey's foot.
"Here is the glass slipper," he said. "I am the prince looking for the magic foot to slip it back on to. Now where do you think that foot could be?" He pretended to look all around for it, until, finally, he discovered her bare, stockinged one, and held it up high.
"Could this be it?"
"I don't know. It might," Petey said.
"Well, there's only one way to find out." With that, Josh opened his lips and began to lick with his tongue at the sensitive toes of Petey.
Petey put his head back and let Josh work. A foot freak, he told himself. Not bad. Not bad for someone who had a big surprise headed his way.
Of course, from Petey's viewpoint, the surprise was all his, and when Josh found out that he wasn't a girl at all, but a man, Petey hoped he'd be too far gone to stop, as most men usually were.
What he didn't know, and how could he, really, that the major surprise what not to be his, at all. It was Josh who was holding the joker in this deck.
Josh had something up his sleeve that was going to make the night a real comer.
A real comer.
This was just what he needed, he told himself.
He was trying to get his head straight, which had been whirling since his sister and brother had ... what ... initiated him into the finer things in life, as they liked to say.
And they were fine ...
So very fine ...
And now this ...
Unless he was greatly mistaken, which he was sure he wasn't, this duo was a sister-brother act just like his own family.
Which meant that finally there was going to be someone at school to play with!
And he didn't mean on the basketball court!
No, this was different ...
This was going to be too good to pass up.
And he was ready ...
Jesus, was he ready for a good, mindless fuckfest.
The kind that belonged in the family.
Chapter Four
Josh was up to Petey's thigh. He was lightly stroking above his knees, smiling and looking up into his face. "I want to go higher," Josh said. "I want to feel it. May I feel it?"
It was Petey's turn to smile now. "Of course, Josh, I really want to feel your hands on it. Are you ready? Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes ... "
"All right." With that, Petey spread his legs apart, making it very easy for Josh to reach up underneath and put his hand on his ... cock.
The look on his face was worth a million bucks, Petey said to himself, as he smirked and cocked his head.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"You ... you're so big ... " Josh stammered, now totally confused as to what was going on. He was about to take his hand away, when Petey grabbed it by the wrist and held it right on his dick and balls.
"That's right, sugar ... and I'm going to do things to you that only another guy would know how to do ... so I just want you to relax and get into it ... and don't worry ... "
And that was when Josh pulled his own little switch.
"Oh," he said, his voice suddenly calm and in control, "I don't mind. I don't mind that at all. In fact," and he started to undo his own pants as he stood up and spread his legs, "that works out really well, because, you see, I'm not really a guy ..."
That was the moment he dropped his pants and revealed the most luscious pair of bare thighs, and the thickest patch of pubes Petey had ever seen.
Then Petey threw his head back and laughed. Josh wasn't a guy at all, but a woman dressed as a man in order to pick up another woman, who this night happened to be Petey!
It was all too confusing and too amusing to get angry over. It was the most natural thing in the world when Josh went back to his knees and reached up Petey's leg again, this time to put a hand around his big dick and give it a good, tight squeeze.
"I would have preferred pussy," Josh said as she went down with her head, "but if you haven't got one I don't suppose there's any way that I could have it, is there?"
That made some kind of sense to Petey, who let himself to back on the sofa as he spread his legs, helping Josh by revealing his secret charm, his mammoth hard-on, now encircled by the sweaty hand of Josh, whose face was nuzzling the shaft, whose tongue was working its way up with light strokes to the head, whose lips were puckering to take it in her mouth, whose other hand was resting on the globular swell of his balls.
"I'm going to suck it," Josh said, huskily, as she lightly licked the very tip, trying to work her tongue into the peehole, a little trick that caused a considerable sensation to shoot through Petey's body.
Josh kept up at it, taking little nibbles and bites out of the tip, sucking and twisting his lips, letting his saliva coat the thing, until his hand started moving it up and down.
"Such a beautiful cock," she said, as she finally, fully parted her lips and took it in her mouth.
Petey was turned on by the delicate touch of the woman's mouth, and the loud sucking noises were filling the room with the only discernable sounds, as he began to move his hips, trying to make his orgasm happen while his dick was still being sucked so hard and sweetly.
"Mmmmmm," Josh said, scarfing up at it, letting it come out of her mouth, going down to his balls and taking first one, then the other, and letting them flip into her mouth for a good, warm sucking.
"Yeah ... " Petey said, letting his fingers go down to grab the short-cropped black hair of the woman who was now nurturing his balls.
"I think ... I'm going to ... " Petey could feel the heat bubbling up inside of him, starting from the very nadir of his balls, his dick throbbing, his heart pounding, as he began to release his first load, shooting it deep down the throat of the woman making him come.
It was a lovely, sensual moment, having your own cream doing down the throat of another. It was a very special treat, a highly intimate moment when someone takes your cum and swallows it, and introduces it to their inner body as a vessel to their inner soul.
And Josh, this man/woman with the great legs, very hairy pussy and fabulous mouth, was willingly taking as much dick and cum as he could, lapping and sucking and swallowing and groaning.
When they broke, it was for Josh to look up and smile, a little bit of cum dribbling from one side of his mouth, a warmth surrounding his face as he began to take off the rest of his clothes.
Petey watched, transfixed, as the man's clothing continued to fall to the ground, revealing the curvaceous, sexy body of a tall, chorus girl, revealing her very intimate charms in the most private or strip teases.
There hadn't been a lot of talking between them now, as Josh, once she was completely naked, decided to give Petey a complete viewing of her inner parts. First, she put her hands on either side of her plump, hairy pussy, and gently spread the lips so that he could see exactly what her charms looked like.
Petey stared as the bright pink insides, so vividly contrasted with the black curls that surrounded it. Moving her fingers just a little higher, Josh then opened the slippery hood of her clitoris, which was standing tall and at attention, and to Petey's mind, just dying to be sucked.
She then put her hands on her tits, her big, full and rounded tits. Petey wondered if she ever wore a bra, they were so perfectly, with not even an inch of sagging.
Then she slowly turned around, to let him revel in her gorgeous ass.
It was full, extremely white, hairless, and globular, and when she put her hands on each cheek and spread them, she let him have a view of her dark, crinkly asshole.
She looked over her shoulder as she did this to see what his reaction would be. His eyes were glued fn her hole, and she could tell, from the way he was licking his lips, that he was dying to put his mouth on it.
She was always an obliging girl, and thought that she ought to be such today. So, turning around once more, she went to the hotel sofa and pushed Petey back down on it, so that he was comfortably sprawled.
Petey was about to say something, on the order of his not being very tired, and not needing any rest, when he realized that he was being put into a position to work, not to recline.
Josh put her hands on Petey's chest as she spread her legs and put one knee on either side of his face. As she lowered her pussy to his mouth, she move her hands to it so she could spread it as wide as she could get it.
"Suck it," she said simply, breathily, as the heat started to rise in her even more than before.
Petey was able to get his hands around her thighs and around, to just where the pubes were edging out their triangle. So he had to rely on Josh's fingers to do the opening and placement. Josh rose to the task admirably, obviously well skilled and making others eat her out. She rotated her hips just enough so that her pussy lips were smack on his mouth. She moaned audibly when he snaked his tongue up into it, and licked and scooped out a mouthful to swallow, bringing it back and tasting it filling up the inside of his mouth and throat. He loved the sticky, salty yet sweet taste as the honey like juice dripped down the back of his throat. He wanted more, and stepped up his sucking, even as she pressed her warm thighs together, giving his face a ride the likes of which he'd never had before.
"Come on, boy," she said, egging him on, "Give me some more of that tongue ... come on, deeper ... faster ... "
He was using his mouth like a motor, taking all of her pussy that he could get, loving the taste and the smell and the feel of it all over his face.
As he was getting more and more into it, he felt her reach back behind her with one hand and take control of his joy stick. She held it tightly in her hot hand, and as his tongue got deeper inside of her, so that his lips were almost bonded to her pussy as he continued to suck her, now with the added fillip of having his own cock played with.
Well, maybe not so much played with as controlled. She was using it as a lever. When she was particularly enjoying something he was doing, she'd move her hand faster, and when she didn't, she'd stop, knowing the effect she could have on him this way.
"Come on," she said, "I want you to come ... I'm going to make you come when I do ... I'm going to make you ... shoot ... "
"Mmmmmm," Petey said, as be felt her coming down even harder on his face, getting ready to spend.
He felt her hand going faster, up and down, and then, just as his face was being washed in her own very special, private juices, he felt himself coming again, all over fingers, as she kept up her masturbation on him.
He came for several seconds, until, when she stopped, she lifted her hips a little to give him a chance to breathe.
His face was covered with her stuff, all wet and sticky now as he felt the cool air hitting him.
Now, Josh brought her fingers around, still soiled with his cum, and gently forced his mouth open so that he could clean them with his lips, teeth and tongue.
He liked this touch, and reached around to hold her hand, so that it was almost as if he were giving her fingers head.
"Very nice," Josh said, as she slowly lifted herself off of him.
She reached for her suitjacket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, offered one to Petey, who declined.
"So," Petey said, "It's not really Josh, is it."
The woman laughed. "No, not really. It's Gerri. But don't you think Josh is a much nicer monicker?"
Petey smiled. "What's in a name."
"True. Probably the same thing that's in a pair of panties."
Petey wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but let it go.
"So, I hope you weren't disappointed," Gerri said, taking a long puff off her smoke.
"No," Petey said, "Not at all. I suppose I could say the same to you."
"Well, it's been a long time since I've fondled a dick. It's a funny feeling. I'm used to having in my mouth and hands. And I'm used to being fucked by a lot of hard rubber. I bet a cock up my slit would feel awfully nicer. Do I hear any volunteers."
Petey wasn't sure what it was, whether the sound of her voice was getting to him, or the way her tits were swinging freely, or the swell of her thighs, or what, but as she was describing how she'd like to be fucked by a real dick she slowly opened her legs, spreading them wide so that he could have a free and easy access to her warm cunt, which she obviously wanted, needed to have fucked.
"Just relax," Petey said, gently pushing her back on the other side of the sofa, as her lifted and opened her inner thighs to him.
She kept her eyes opened and glued to his cock, as she watched, in fascination, as it grew hard and long for her. That was one of the differences between getting fucked by a piece of rubber, and being fucked by a real, honest-to-goodness, fire organ.
Somewhere in her background, she'd gone away from relationships with men, preferring the soft beauty of the female body; the scent and the touch and the softness and the vulnerable qualities that only women seemed to be able to offer her. But now, with this monster dick hovering above her, about to be shoved inside her delicate love tunnel, something was being reawakened in her that she hadn't felt for a very long time.
She took a deep breath and gently guided the head of the rammer in between her sensitive petals, until, as Petey began to push in and pull out, she felt the churning, queasy sensation inside her womb, traveling all the way up, it seemed, to the tip of her head, as she knew, lying there, she was being fucked!
"How does it feel," Petey asked as he put his hands on the underside of her thighs and pushed them even further back, making her pussy even more visible and open, as he looked down and watched himself stuffing her.
"Great ... " she said, huskily ... "It feels great ... "
"Do you want me to stop ... "
"No ... " she shouted ... "Don't stop ... don't ever stop ... " she said, as her head started to go from side to side, with the feelings of being so well had.
She reached down and touched the base of the shaft, ringing it with two fingers as she began to massage it up and down, while he continued his actions inside of her, speeding up his motions as he did so, until she knew that not only was he going to come, but that she was going to come with him.
"Yes ... oh, God, yes ... " she moaned as she could feel from the pulsations coming out of his cock, and the hot stream of his cum, that she was being made to take his shot, which forced her to pass down her own spending, and for the several seconds they came together, she swooned and swallowed and hovered just this side of consciousness.
When he pulled out of her, he stayed over her for several seconds, until he collapsed on top of her full body, and let their arms and legs rest entangled for a long time.
"That was delicious," she finally said, with the rough voice of a woman who's just been very well fucked.
"Yes," Petey said, smiling and stroking the side of her face.
"I have to go now," she said, pushing him off her with a loving, light shove, and starting to get dressed.
"So soon," Petey said, sprawling out on the sofa.
"Yes. I have to get back to my brother."
It was the kind of statement that had no comeback. Petey nodded, and reached for his own clothes.
They each got dressed in an awkward silence, and when they were ready, they went down to check out of the hotel.
Outside, in the cold air, Petey said he hoped he'd see her again.
"That's sweet," Gerri said, "But I'm sure you won't. That's one of the things about these kind of nights. They happen, and then they recede into memory, where they more rightfully belong."
"Very true, " Petey said, privately feeling as if he were already missing her gorgeous ass and very tight pussy.
In another second she was gone.
So who was she? Where did she come from? What was the meaning of their liaison?
Well, Petey thought to himself, all of that was unnecessary, because he had no special desire to see her after this night, preferring, as she had so rightly suggested, that they keep their little meeting in the classic lobe of the brain memory.
Just another night.
Petey headed for home. As long as he was uptown, he might as well have a beer first. He was still pretty smashed from the booze and there was nothing like a good fucking to bring the color to one's cheek.
He clicked his heels along the street as he headed for the nearest bar.
Petey ordered a beer and sat down at the far end.
At that point, the bartender enquired as to how old he really was.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I was seriously considering having a drink."
The guard looked at him.
"I'm sorry, Madame, but unescorted ladies are not permitted at this establishment.
It was enough to make him want to laugh and cry at the same time. He was very tempted to show his donger, hanging loose but unless this bozo had a hitherto unexpressed sense of humor, that wouldn't really help matters any.
So, with a pleasant nod, Petey picked himself off the stool and decided it was time enough to head home.
The night was falling rather abruptly, putting a thick darkness on the end of the day.
It was the side of life that had a tendency to get a little lonely. Maybe, Petey thought as he walked down his block, mostly deserted at this hour, that part of the reason he enjoyed having sex with his brother and sister, like having a date with a couple of best friends.
Whatever, when he realized he'd walked halfway down the neighborhood, he decided to get it together and go home. His feet, were absolutely killing him.
He was able to get home in a record amount of time, considering that he'd walked back and forth so much.
Home.
He stripped off all his clothes, except for and made herself a tall, cool soda in the kitchen.
"Ladies are allowed here, escorted or otherwise," she announced as she pranced around the room.
The soda flowed coolly and easily down her throat as she began to -dance around the room in a languid, lolling two-step.
The radio had the typical Sunday music flowing out of it, the easy, subdued type of funereal sound that was, so depressing.
That was it. Sundays were depressing. She didn't quite understand why it had to be this way, but it always was.
She decided to get dressed and fight it, and go downstairs to see what was happening. At least at there were always her brother and sister to keep the boredom away.
She got down there and sure enough, there was a pile load of characters, left over from the weekend party her sister had thrown, mostly cross-dressers and biker types, all drinking and making merry as if there were no tomorrow.
What the hell, maybe there wasn't any tomorrow.
And that would be all right also. What was the difference anymore? Live for today, have a time, get into some great sex, wake up the senses, and call it a day. Wasn't that what it was all about?
He shook his head and had to laugh. Things had a tendency to get too serious in this man's world.
He mingled easily, and fixed himself a drink and watched the constant coupling that took place as the familiar and not so familiar faces came barreling and rolling out.
"Hell of a night, hey?" his sister said to him.
"Oh yeah. Hell of a night."
"Where you been, bro? I've been looking all over for you ... "
"I went out for a couple of minutes, that's all ... "
One more drink he figured and maybe it was time to split for his own bedroom ...
There was, for all the excitement and buzz in the room, nothing really happening.
"Come on, don't be a stick ... "
"Well, this place looks pretty wrecked ... What's going to happen when mom and dad come home ... "
Sis laughed.
"Don't worry, we'll fix it up."
She came closer to him.
"You know, when I first decided to ... show you the other way of life that you're into now, I didn't think you'd get so serious."
Petey thought about that for a moment.
His sister was right, as usual.
What was the big deal?
What was he making such a federal case out of?
So he was fucking his sister and his brother was in on it too.
Was that so awful?
And if this weekend was any indication, so was half the population of the city!
"You're right," he said, slowly ...
"I know," his sister said, as she took his hand in hers and squeezed it.
She looked into his eyes and said, slowly, with wet lips, "Come to sister, let me do it for you ... "
With that, she didn't say another word, but took his hand and slid it up her hot, twitching box!
And rubbed it along the fine next of pubes that were there ...
Her tongue came slowly out of her mouth and ran along her lips, making them nice and moist.
Just like her cunt on his fingers!
"You like that, don't you ... "
Petey's throat got dry and raspy.
"Yes ... "
"I know you do ... and its so good for you, too ... come to sister ... come to sister now, baby ... "
He was gone ...
A goner ...
There was nothing left for him to do but let her take him by his wet pussy-soaked hand and lead him up the stairs ...
Where she would show him once again the virtue of belong to a family that plays together ...
Chapter Five
A little later, Petey tucked himself into the bed and made himself comfortable.
Sis might have been a little frightened, or apprehensive, if she wasn't so worn out.
She'd had her share of being spanked and whipped, and now, she was looking forward to a little nestling.
Which was what she could really use.
She let herself get cozy in the bed, putting her arm around him and hugging close.
"That's better," he said, as he felt her little ass pressing up against his body.
"You've been through a lot today," he whispered, petting Sis's face.
Sis shook her head up and down.
"You need a little relaxation ... a little reward ... "
"Yes ... "
Now, he took her left breast in his hand and waved it in front of Sis's mouth ... "Thank you," she said to me. "Suck on it ... "
Sis looked up at him.
She was so good ...
So good to me.
She knew that this was something he deserved.
He put his lips onto the tit, and closed them slowly ...
And began to suck ...
He let his mouth and tongue do all the work, sucking and licking, until he could feel the nubby little nipple going hard in his mouth.
"Mmmmm ... " she said, as she got into the sucking.
She could feel his fingers now, stroking the side of her face ...
And she knew that it was warm and good ... and something she could really get into ...
Now, she let her other hand get up and stroke the other breast ...
He continued to hold tight with an arm around her, pulling her in close ...
She was really having a good time, and not caring who was knowing.,.
He sucked hard and deep, drawing the nipple halfway down to the back of his throat with each suck ...
The effect was soon felt on the both of them.
She opened her mouth and began to coo ...
She could feel his hands going all over her body now, making her finally spread her legs, putting his fingers into the hot, wet damp spot, and squeezing ...
"Jesus ... "
"Mmmmm ... "
Now, finally, he took his mouth off the one breast and put it on the other.
He wanted both of them to be as hard as he could get them ...
And he continued to lick and suck, making them both stand pert and at attention ...
Now, He had the taste in his mouth, a taste he couldn't help but try to satisfy ...
He began to lick, downwards, on her body ... lick downwards and take long, hot strokes with her tongue, until finally, He was at her naval ...
He rammed his tongue in, twisting it all about and letting it dribble with saliva ...
"Ooohh ... so good ... so fucking good ... "
He loved the way she was responding.
She'd never seen her sister this out of control before.
This was good ...
So good ...
And now, she reached down with her hands and spread her legs.
At first, she tried to resist, but soon she was too far gone ... and allowing her legs to be parted in the loveliest of fashions ...
Until, finally, they were all spread, and ready ...
Now, He looked at his sister's face, while he stroked her pussy ...
"Do you like it ... "
"Oohhh ... "
"Do you want me to kiss it ... "
"Yes ... "
"Do you want me to stroke it? Do you?"
"Ooohh ... "
"Good ... I'll stroke it ... I'll stroke it ... "
And he was true to his word ...
He lowered her face and began to use his fingers, rubbing that hot pussy all around, in circles, until finally, he could hear her starting to moan ...
"Oooh ... "
"Yes ... so good ... "
"Ooohhh ... "
"You like it ... ,you like it so much ... "
"Oooohh ... "
"Yes ... baby ... yes ... I'm going to make it feel so good ... so good ... "
And then, he stuck his tongue out and went for that sweet, hot pussy ...
God, how he went for it ...
He really wanted to lick at it, to taste it, to feel it filling her mouth up.
It was such an incredible feeling, one that he was sure she was going to love ...
He licked all up and down the tender slit, making it all hot and wet, until finally, he was using her hands to open those hot lips ... to open those hot lips and spread them apart ...
He was going to taste Sis's pussy!
Of his own accord!
He was going to put his tongue in there and scoop out all that good honey!
All that good, sweet honey ...
And now, he shoved it right up there ...
God, but he loved the way she tasted.
He loved the sweet, ripe taste of his sister's pussy ...
He was going to do a job on her ...
He carefully came around to the front of her even though he was still with his tongue in her pussy, and continued to lick and suck at it ...
He was loving the way it was tasting, and now he put her hands under the girl's legs and kept them up and wide apart ...
He really wanted to give it to her ...
Give it to her good ...
And he wanted to get back at her too, for all the things she'd done to him.
Not that he hadn't liked them.
He just wanted to be a little more in charge ...
Now, he could feel it coming down to her mouth, the lovely, sweet flow of Sis's pussy ...
It was enough to drive him crazy ...
Crazy with lust and sweetness, all rolled into one.
He didn't think he was going to be able to take much more, without coming himself.
Still, he continued to lick and suck, and now, he pulled her legs back and kept her wide open ...
"Your ... pussy ... your sweet pussy ... it's so good ... so fucking good ... "
Sis was loving all that was being done to her ... loving it and needing it, and wanting it ... ever deeper ... ever deeper up her snatch ...
He'd taught her well, trained her to respect the feel of tongue in her snatch ...
And now she was really starting to get hot ...
And now matter how she moved, she couldn't get that tongue out of her, and it was driving her insane!
She was going clean out of her mind!
And loving it!
Loving it!!
She wanted more ... still more ... and then, when she couldn't take anymore, she was still humping her hips ... trying to get it on as much as she could.,.
"Suck it ... suck it deeper.,."
"Mmmm ... "
"Take it in your mouth ... and suck on it ... "
"Mmmmm ... "
"Let me ... feel it ... deeper ... "
Now, Sis was moving her mouth all around the hot, sticky pussy, letting it go wild ...
It was really something ...
Really something to feel ...
And then, finally, she couldn't hold back any longer ...
He was too good ...
His mouth was too hot and hard ...
She was going to come ...
She was going to spill her seed ...
And there was nothing she was able to do about it ...
"OOOHHH ... OOOOHH ... OOOOOHHH ... "
She couldn't take it anymore ... she just couldn't take it ...
And then, she was starting to feel it building up inside of her, and being sucked out.
She was being sucked to coming!
"I'm ... "
"Mmmmmm ... "
"I'M ... GOD, I'm COMING ... "
She was humping full throttle ... going at it like a wild woman, not being able to control herself or hold back ...
She just wanted to keep on spending, for all she was worth ...
Right into Petey's sweet mouth.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been spending, but when she was finally finished, she put her hands down and lifted the boy back on top of her.
And kissed him.
Full on his hot juicy, tasty mouth.
Full on the mouth she could now taste, that was filled with her own come ...
She thought she was going to go crazy from it ...
From the taste and the smell and the scent and the feel ...
And then, she was ready for bed ...
For some sleep.
She was going to sleep with him.
Peacefully ...
Or so Petey thought.
He didn't quite realize that Sis wasn't through yet.,.
That she still had some things up her sleeve ...
Some things she had to get done ...
Like fucking him!
Like fucking the shit out of him!
That was what Sis wanted to do to her brother.
Teach him a lesson.
A good lesson.
About who she played around with.
So, as she continued to stroke his face, and let him think she was going to be allowed to go to sleep, she whispered in her ear that she would be right back.
"All right," Petey said.
Now, Sis got up and went into the bathroom, and took her dildo with her!
There, she strapped it on her body, and made sure it was good and tight.
Then she reached into her cabinet and took down the jar of Vaseline there, and coated it up good ...
She was going to give him a very deep fucking and knew she was going to need all the help she could get.
Now, she returned to the room and as she got into bed, Petey saw the dildo for the first time.
"No ... " he said, as he saw the thing standing at attention ...
"You're not ... "
"Yes I am ... "
And with that, Sis began to pet him again ...
"But ... but ... "
"Ssshhh ... it'll go easier if you keep quiet ... "
"But ... but ... "
But all his fears were quelled, when he felt the first push of the hot dildo come throbbing through his thighs, pushing up between her legs ...
"Spread them," Sis said, easily but firmly ... "Spread your legs so I can have your ass ... "
"I ..."
"You don't want to be tied up, do you?"
He was a ball of confusion ... he knew that he couldn't allow myself to be fucked by his sister, not THERE, but he wasn't really sure why not ...
He wasn't sure of anything, except that his prick was palpitating and going crazy ...
He really needed it ...
He really needed to feel it ...
To feel it throbbing inside of his asshole ...
That thick, hard, dildo ...
That thick, hard dildo throbbing ...
He couldn't help it ...
He knew it was wrong, but just couldn't help it ...
He had to have it ...
He just had to ...
Now, he spread his legs, even as his face started to burn a crimson red ...
"What ... what are you going to do to me ... "
"I'm going to fuck you in your ass, of course ... "
"Ooohh ... "
"Deep in your asshole ... "
"Jesus ... "
"And you're going to love it ... you're going to love it ... "
"God ... "
"You love getting fucked, don't you ... "
He didn't answer.
Instead, he gasped as he felt the hard thick dildo working it's way between cheeky charms ...
"God ... oooh ... God ... " he groaned as he felt the thing starting to work its way into him ...
He thought she was going to go out of his mind ...
He didn't think he was going to be able to take much more of it ...
He never dreamed that this little girl was going to come on so strong and so tough ...
Right up his ass!
Now, though, Sis was working the fat dildo with all the skills of an expert, shoving it up his canal, making sure it was a deep as it could possibly get ...
Deep ...
Even deeper ...
He had no idea how good it could feel ...
How awfully good it could feel inside of him ...
He pulled her legs back as far as he could get them.
As far as they could reach ...
Until he couldn't feel it any longer ...
Unless it was being moved, back and forth ...
That's how stretched out he was ...
"Oooh ... God ... "
Now, Sis began to move it back and forth and in and out, harder and faster than she'd ever fucked anyone ...
She was on fire, and wanted her brother like that also ...
She wanted him to know what it was like getting fucked ... getting beautifully fucked ...
And he was learning ...
God, was he learning ...
"I ... I ... "
"Yes ... tell me ... "
"It's so ... good ... "
"What am I doing to you ... "
"Fucking me ... "
"Yes ... "
"Deep ... "
"Oooh ... "
"Deep in your ass ... all the way deep ... "
"Oooh ... "
"Is it good ... "
"Yes ... "
"Tell me ... "
"It's good ... so good ... sooo ... good ... "
"... baby ... I'm fucking you ... "
"Aaahh ... "
"And I'm deep inside of you ... "
"Oooh ... "
"And I'm going to keep ... fucking you ... until you come ... until you come for me ... "
"AAAHH ... "
He couldn't take it any more ...
He could feel himself starting to let go ...
He was going to come ...
He was going to start spending ...
Up against the incredible torture of that cock ...
He was spending ...
Spending!
Spending!!!
"AAAAHHH ... OOOOOHH ... AAAAAAAAA HHH ... "
And then, finally, it was over ... it was all over ...
He'd come ... under the strict tutelage of Sis's dildo ...
When Sis finally pulled it out, she looked down at her brother and smiled.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes ... "
"Did you like getting fucked by me ... "
"Oooh ... yes ... "
"Good ... so good ... now ... we can sleep together ... "
And finally, in each other's arms, they fell asleep, peacefully and deep, not to be disturbed by any one or anything.
It was late Sunday morning before they both got up.
Neither of them did much talking, and that was okay with Sis.
She knew that her parents were going to be home soon, and she had to do her homework and her other chores before school the next day.
There was only one thing left.
She wanted a few hours alone with Petey before her parents came home.
So after she finished her homework, she instructed him that she had some more plans.
He knew at once that something was up ...
And wanted to know what it was.
But this time the shoe was on the other foot.
He no longer had the power of the command at his fingertips.
He been fucked by her, and that had made all the difference in the world.
Now, she relaxed, and simply told him that they were going to play, for a few hours, and turned and went back to her room.
And a little while later she called him in.
He picked up the house-phone on the third ring.
"Petey?"
"Hi," he said.
She could hear the smile in his voice when he realized it was her.
"What can I do for you now?"
"I think it's time you came up to see me ... "
She giggled.
"Didn't you like before?"
"I loved it ... "
This was perfect, as far as she was concerned.
"I feel the same way, baby ... the very same way ... "
"Good ... I'll be right up ... "
"Great ... you won't be sorry."
And he wouldn't!
He knew that they were going to fuck the shit out of each other.
And deservedly so.
She needed it.
She needed to be punished for all her wickedness ...
And she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be punished by than Petey!
Punished by the feel of his big dick thrusting into her.
She took a long, perfumy bath, and then she went to the kitchen.
Just as he was getting ready to come up.
She knew that he was tamed.
And she liked it that way so much better.
Now, she went back to her room and waited.
With a glass of milk.
A little while later he was at the door of her room.
She opened it and there was Petey ... big, strong Petey.
"Hi ... "
"Hi," she said back to him ... "Are you still sore ... "
"Only my ass, but it was worth it ... "
She giggled.
She could get off, really, on the way he was fucked by her before ...
Now, though, there were other fish to fry ...
She knew that she had to get into bed with him right away ...
She was so hot ...
So hot for his body ...
And there wasn't that much time left.
"Petey ... "
"Yeah, baby ... "
"I want to make love with you ... "
"Yeah, baby ... "
"Just the two of us ... just the two of us together, in her bed ... "
"I'm for that ... "
"Because I want you to know I have no hard feelings over what happened ... "
"I know you don't ... you couldn't possibly, anymore ... "
"So sweet ... you're so sweet ... "
And then, she was stroking his face with her hands ... "
"Let me take you with me, into a really wonderful place in your head ... "
She took his hand and led him to the bed.
There, she began to take off his clothes.
She began with his shirt, unbuttoning it for him and pulling it off his arms.
And then she went for his jeans.
She undid them and let them fall to the floor.
Once there, she was able to take her hands and put them on his cock ... , Which was already hard arid throbbing.
"So big ... he's so big ... "
"Yeah ... "
Petey now reached for her robe, and opened the belt, letting it fly open.
"Let me take you ... let me take you," he said to her ... "
"Yes ... "
And now, she was leading him, by his hard cock, to heaven.
To fuck the shit out of him.
Chapter Six
Petey was lying in the bed, on his back.
This time there were no ropes, and no audience.
It was just himself and Sis.
Lovely Sis.
He looked into her lovely, brown eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he said to her, softly, sweetly.
"So are you, Petey ... and I hope I haven't been too crazy for you these last couple of days, with everything we've done ... "
"No ... not at all ... "
"Even with the maid ... "
He smiled.
"That's why I love you. Because you're you. I wouldn't love you if you were any different."
She looked at him.
He was the perfect guy.
The kind that she knew could make her happy.
She wondered why she just didn't' grab him and hold on tight, for a long, long time.
"I want to suck your cock," she said, softly, ass he put her hands on his face.
"I thought you'd never ask."
She smiled at him.
"Is it hard?"
"You know it is ... "
"Is it throbbing for me? Is it?"
"It's throbbing and beating ... and only for you ... "
"God," she moaned ... "You make me so hot ... but you know that, don't you ... "
"I want you to be hot ... always ... for me ... and I want you to suck my cock ... "
She smiled ...
And reached for his prick underneath the sheet.
He jumped as he felt her hot hand going all around it ...
"It's so big," she whispered.
"Yes ... "
"And I want to get it in my mouth ... can t suck it? Can I?"
She was driving him crazy with these questions.
He wanted her mouth on it so bad he was nearly out of his head.
And she knew it.
Which was why she took her time rolling back the blankets.
She wanted to stretch this out for as long as she could ...
To make it so good for him ...
Now, finally, she was exposing his prick to her gaze ...
She loved the way it stood at attention for her ...
So obedient ...
And erect.
She looked at him and smiled, letting her tongue wash along her lips ...
And then she went down ...
Down to his cock.
She kept it tight in her hand as she crawled between his legs.
She was on her knees now, ready to suck on it ...
She took it in her fingers and started to lick, taking long, deep licks on the underside.
And each one was like a jolt of electricity for him ...
Each one made him jerk and jump ...
Until he thought he was going to go out of his mind ...
He loved the way her hot tongue was leaving a trail of heat and warmth on his cock ...
And then she settled in on that little cranny, just below his head ... taking a long, thick sucking on it ...
He thought he was going to go crazy with it ... the way she was licking ...
"Ooohh ... Ooohhhh ... "
She was getting more and more into it, loving his groans, and the way he was sighing ...
Now, she opened her lips and held them around the head of his cock ...
Just enough so that he could feel her hot breath coming down on his cock's head ...
It was just about the best feeling in the world ...
And he loved it ...
He really loved it!
Loved the way it felt as she teased him like that, letting her hot breath coat his cock without actually touching it ...
He tried to push up to get it in her mouth, but she was too fast for him, moving at the same time he did ...
It was all so good ...
So, so good ...
He wished it would never stop ...
Now, as they continued to be with other, she slowly lowered her lips, until they were all around the head of his cock ...
She held it like that, and when she could feel him twitching beneath her, she slowly started to suck on it ...
Sucking as if it were a straw, and she was trying to get a very thick malted up through it ...
She loved his cock!
She loved sucking on it!
And so did he!
Loved the way she did him ...
So wet and warm ...
So delicious ...
"Yes ... suck it ... suck it baby ... suck it deep ... "
"Mmmmm ... "
She never felt quite as good as she did when she had his fat cock in her mouth ...
She loved the way it felt, and when she started to go up and down on it, she thought she was going to cream, herself, it felt so good ...
So fucking good ...
Now, as she continued to let herself work on him, she felt her pussy beginning to drip ...
She had to have something back.
She had to ...
She took him out of his mouth ...
"Ooohh ... "
And went up to him, kissing him hard on his lips ...
Then, she put one leg over his head and lowered herself, so that her body was facing his cock, and her pussy was coming down on his mouth.
Either side of her hot inner thighs were caressing his face, petting him and making him feel so good, all over ...
"Does it feel good, baby? Does it?"
"Mmmmm ... "
"Yes ... I love sitting on your face ... I just love it ... "
Now, she made sure that her pussy was right over his mouth, and let him start to lick her all over ...
He was doing an excellent job, making sure that his tongue was far inside of her, all deep and hot and wet ...
And then, he started to lick her pussy ...
He couldn't see anything, the soft, perfumed skin of her thighs was preventing that, but it didn't matter, because now she fell forward and began to lick at the head of his cock once more.
She was careful not to bring him off too quickly.
She wanted to make this last as long as possible ...
So she kept on licking at his cock, making it all warm and wet, while she stayed down on him, driving him to the brink, making him as crazy as she could ...
"That's right ... eat pussy ... eat pussy ... it's so good for you ... so fucking good ... "
"Mmmmm ... "
He was sucking her, and she was spread out on top of him.
Just the way she wanted to be ...
Just the way it was in her fantasies ...
And their bodies fit so well together ... it was so good ... she could have her pussy sucked by him even as she leaned down and held his cock in her hands and sucked on the knob of it ...
So good, and so deep down her throat ...
She was going crazy with that tongue in her pussy ...
She wasn't going to deny that!
She loved it ... and needed it ... and craved it when it was from him ...
That was the truth ... and that was what she needed ...
So each time she felt him spreading her ass with his hands and shoving his tongue right up her snatch, she thought she was going to go crazy ...
"MMMMM ... " she cried, as she sucked hard on his cock, as if to respond to his tongue ...
Now, she was pushing down, sliding that thing as far into her mouth as she could get it ...
Deep ...
Deeper ...
Deeper still ...
Until she thought she was going to go crazy ...
She was really loving it ...
Loving the way she was getting it ...
Loving the way she was feeling it ...
She was a real cocksucker now, and she knew it ...
And there was nothing she could do about it ...
She was making his cock all wet ... all wet with her tongue ...
And loving the way it was feeling ...
There was something sticky on the end, and when she took it out of her mouth, with her own saliva sticking all over it, she could see the first droplets of his lubricating juices ...
And she loved it ...
She scooped it with her tongue ...
And let her ringers go down and play with his balls ...
But she wanted more ...
She wanted more than that ...
She wanted to feel his sperm in her mouth ...
She wanted to hold his globs of sperm in her mouth, so that she could suck it all the way down and feel the slimy stuff slide into her stomach ...
She was hooked on his cum ... and loved it ... and craved it ...
She couldn't get enough of it ...
That much was obvious ...
Now, as she continued to suck him, she spread his legs as far apart as she could get them, loving the way they felt across her face ...
She was really feeling his tongue all over her ...
And now, he was sucking on her clitty!
God, she was going crazy ...
She was really loving it ...
And it was driving her out of her mind ...
She didn't think she was going to be able to take much more ...
And then, she was starting to ooze her own juices ...
Her own warm, maternal juices came easing out of her mouth ...
And she knew she was going to come ...
At the same time he was ...
They were both going to come at the same time!
She couldn't believe it!
She couldn't believe it could feel this good ...
She was going crazy ...
Humping his face and sucking his cock ...
Come on, she thought to herself ... come on, baby ... give it to me ...
Give it all to me.
And he was ...
He was starting to come ...
He was starting to pass down his juices ...
Thinking he was going to go crazy.
Until, finally, he was starting to feel it happening in his cock ...
He could feel the contractions coming, and he knew he was about to shoot his load ...
He was going to come ...
He was going to come in her mouth ...
He moved his hips faster and faster, and she rotated hers around and on his face ...
She knew he was going to shoot ...
And now, as he continued to hump, he felt himself coming ...
"MMMM ... MMMM ... MMMM"
He was coming for all he was worth!
And she was gobbling it!
Making sure she was getting each spurt deep down her throat ...
Loving it ...
Loving the way it was tasting ...
Loving the way it was going down.
Thick, creamy sperm!
The best stuff in the world ...
She didn't think she was going to be able to take much more ...
Without spending herself!
And now, she could feel herself starting to lose it ...
Starting to pass her stuff down ...
She was going to come ...
She was going to spend, all over his face ...
She held on to his cock with her hands, for an anchor, while she moved her pussy all over his mouth and nose ...
She was giving him her pussy and her load, and she was delirious from it.
So good ...
It was so good ...
And then, she lifted one of her hot legs and brought it over.
"Did you like that, baby," she asked, as she stared at his face, filled with her cream ...
"God ... " he said, easily ...
"I know ... it was so good ... "
She was smiling, and then she had her hand on him ...
She was going to caress it ...
Going to make it feel all that much better ...
And she was going to fuck him ...
She was going to teach him what good sex was all about ...
She straddled him, until her pussy was just about an inch above his dick.
And then she slowly lowered herself on to him ...
Making sure she was taking him deep into her pussy ...
Deep in, and all hot and wet ...
"Do you like it? Huh? Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
She spoke softly, as she felt herself sinking down onto him ...
"Yes ... " he said, softly ...
"What ... what am I doing to you, baby ... "
"Fucking me ... "
"Yes ... ooh ... yes ... "
Now, she was riding him as if she were in the sexual Kentucky Derby ...
She was going up and down on his cock, making him work for it ...
She had her tight cunt gripping him, and her hips moving back and forth, all the while staring at him, and making him look at her in the eye ...
"That's right ... keep looking at me ... keep staring me in the face ... that's right, baby ... so good ... so fucking good ... "
He was going crazy, and there was nothing he could do about it ...
She was fucking the shit out of him ... fucking the shit out of him and doing an excellent job ...
Now, incredibly, he knew that he was going to come again ... if she didn't stop ...
She was taking him down in long, deep strokes ... and when she knew he was about to pop, she decided to tease him just a little ...
By taking him right out of her pussy ...
"OOOHHH ... " he said, not believing what she was doing ...
"What's the matter, baby ... " she said to him.
"Please ... don't ... "
"Don't what ... "
"Don't stop ... "
"Oooh ... baby ... "
"Please ... "
"Don't worry, I'll keep fucking you ... "
She couldn't believe what she was doing ... she couldn't believe how good it was all feeling ...
And then she began again ...
Slowly ...
So slowly ...
Inserting his cock into her, and working her up ...
"That's right," she said, huskily, as she worked him over ... 'That's so good ... take it deep, baby ... take it as deep as you can ... "
She was going crazy ...
She didn't want him to come too fast ... she'd already swallowed a load, now she wanted to make this one last a long time before he buttered her driveway ...
She fucked him good and slow, just slow enough to prevent him from shooting it down ...
"Please ... "
He was moaning and groaning as he tossed his head from side to side ...
"Suck, baby ... " she said, as she leaned over him, putting her tits in his face.
He didn't hesitate for a second to follow her orders.
He was going to suck her down ...
Holding on to each tit as he did so.
It felt good to him to do it this way ...
It was just what he needed ... just what he wanted ...
It was incredible!
She was so hot!
She was such a good piece of ass ...
She was driving him crazy ...
And knew that he was going to shoot ...
No matter how long she tried to prevent it ...
There was only so much she was able to control ...
Now, she could tell from the contractions of his balls that he was about to shoot ...
"Yes ... baby ... yes ... "
She was going crazy ...
Really crazy from it ...
And moving her hips even faster than before.
"Fuck me ... ooh ... you big prick ... fuck me ... "
"Mmmmmm ... "
And then, she could feel him coming!
She could feel him flooding her ... and filling her his his own special cum ...
It was quite a feeling ...
Quite a feeling indeed ...
And then, after what seemed like forever, she took herself off him ...
It was dripping down the insides of her thighs, as she went down on her back.
She stroked the side of his face.
"You like it? You like it, baby?"
"Ooohh ... "
"Tell me ... "
"Yes ... "
"Yes, what ... "
"I liked it ... I loved it ... "
"And do you like my pussy?"
"Yes ... "
"Then kiss it ... "
He looked at her.
He knew that if he went down there, he'd find her cunny swimming in his own sperm.
But he had to do it anyway.
He had to go down there and suck on it and lick it and kiss it ...
It was what she wanted, and he couldn't deny her.
He leaned over and went down, as she spread her legs ...
He loved the way it looked ... so hot and wet ...
Her privates smeared with his cum ...
And then, she was starting to sigh and moan as she felt her pussy being lovingly attended to by Petey ...
He was using his tongue as an expert, really taking her down ...
Now, she was pulling her legs back, bending them by the knees, and up to her tits, as she could feel his mouth on her ...
She was loving it.
Swimming in her own pleasure ...
Only when her pussy was completely clean and dry, did he stop ...
And then, she knew, it was time for him to go.
Because her parents were going to be back, any second!
She kissed "him on his mouth, and then let him get dressed.
She watched as he got himself ready, and then she was ready to let him go.
They kissed one more time, and then he was gone.
Now, she had to take a quick shower, and. get herself all ready herself.
She was ready to meet her mother and father, and as she had a glass of milk and a couple of cookies, she heard the front door open.
It was her parents.
"Hi ... how are you," her mother said to her.
"Fine ... "
"Have you done all your homework?"
"Yes ... "
"And did you behave yourself?"
"Oh, yes ... "
"And are you ready for school tomorrow?"
"Yes ... "
"There," she said, turning to her husband, "I told you ... we have the best children in the city!"
She smiled as she held her hands out for her daughter.
Sis went to her mother and felt her squeezing and hugging her.
"Tonight, we'll all go out for a big dinner ... it's good to be back ... "
Just at that moment, Petey came through the door ... "
"Ooh ... hi ..."
"Hello, Petey ... "
"I was going just out for a while ... "
"Well, we hope you have a good time ... Sis didn't give you any trouble ... "
Petey smiled and looked at Sis.
"No ... no trouble at all ... "
Sis smiled.
She couldn't wait to go out for dinner.
She hoped it was a big banquet ... Sex always made her so hungry, especially when it was with her brother!
Chapter Seven
Now, of course, it became a regular thing between them, right under the eyes of their parents, and anyone else who might have caught on.
No one and nothing could stop them, in school, at home, nowhere. They were so into each other now it wasn't funny.
As for Petey, well, he loved the taste of his pussy. Sis's pussy in particular. He was sure the faint fruity taste came from some douching process that the girl had used not four or five hours before she became his sexual captive.
He wasn't sure why she was into that, since he knew for sure there was no way she was still a virgin. No matter what the word was around the school, that she was a virgin. If someone asked him, or more specifically, his tongue, he's have to say no, that she'd fucked around in the past, which was why maybe she was into sophisticated things like flavored douching.
Which set his mind to thinking. She would be doing something like that for a reason. What if she had a boyfriend, and what if that boy were on his way over tonight. After all, with her parents away for the weekend, wasn't it the perfect time to get into her quim and stuff it mightily for a time with cock?
He let these thoughts enter his mind, but they didn't stay very long. He had other things to consider. Like, if he could get his tongue any deeper into her.
Not only that, but he was afraid she was going to rip it out of his head, the way she twisted in the chair. He looked up, his" tongue still buried in her, and he could see her head flying from side to side. With her legs tied over the sides of the chair, she was as well spread as the highest price hooker you could imagine, and she was obviously torn between-the sexual humiliation of being taken by Petey, disguised now as some hooded sexual maniac, and the sheer joy of being eaten out. He knew that one of the greatest thrills any woman could have, and one of the finest privileges for any man, was to have a tongue buried in that sweetest of honey pots, a woman's tight, lightly scented, delicious warm pussy.
And he was an expert. His head moved around so that he could get the best angles. His fingers lightly pressed into the warm flesh of her naked and spread very white thighs, and as he kept up the action, she began to move, from the small of her stomach, undulating in that unmistakable pre-come rhythm that only the finest of women know how to coordinate.
Now, the soft, whispery sounds began to emit from her mouth.
"Oooohhh ... that's so ... that's ... Oh, God, don't ... yes ... it's so ... OOOOHHHHH ... " She couldn't believe it. Whatever hold the hooded stranger had on her had just escalated, and she was now, if she could possibly believe this, trying to push her hips out even farther than they already were, as his mouth stepped up it's action on her cunt.
"I'm going to ... oh, no ... don't ... I'm going to ... Jesus ... I'm ... COMING ... "
With that pronouncement, Petey took his mouth just an inch or so away from her warm wet pussy, where he'd been feeding like a bull at the trough, and watched her, as her face twisted in the delicious contortions of agony.
"Jesus ... Oh, Jesus ... " Sis kept on saying, over and over again as her hips went into a high speed twitching, and she came in a prolonged spending of the highest quality.
When she finally stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at Petey with the kind of look that meant only one thing.
Petey stood and put his arms around his captive.
"You're so beautiful," he said and kissed her warmly, on her mouth, letting his tongue come through the open slit for his mouth that was on the mask.
When he broke, he leaned back.
"I ... I want to see your face," she said, her own tongue coming out and licking at her lips.
"God ... "
"I want to ... After all, you've stripped me, it's only fair that I get to see you ... naked."
Petey couldn't believe it. There was almost a smile on her face, a wicked, leering smile.
He always knew what to do with a pretty face. Like now.
So she wanted him to know that she was enjoying things. Well, he thought to himself, let's see how she feels about this. Let's see how much she enjoys this.
He slowly put his hands back down to his rock hard cock, which was standing as stiff as military attention.
Her eyes dropped, involuntarily, and she licked her lips and sucked on the bottom one, her eyes widening in naked delight as she studied the huge member that had only a short time ago taken the cherry from out of her asshole.
"You like my cock, don't you?" Petey asked her, his voice warmer now that it had been yet.
"Yes," she said, without hesitation. "You love it."
"Yes."
"Say it."
She shifted her eyes so they were looking directly at him. "I love my brother's cock," she said, smiling, as she tilted her head to one side, almost as she were challenging to take this game even farther than he already had.
He moved quickly, without saying a word, his stiff hard-on shaking freely as he did. His hands were nearly trembling as he opened her gown. He let her tits free for the first time, and she quickly looked down at herself. He was no fool. He knew that he had sexed her enough at this point that she was too hot to be shy, or mournful. That would come, if ever, much later.
Right now she was a lady filled with lust, and when lust is the active ingredient, cock is the only satisfier.
Which is why she moaned with delight as he began to fondle her breasts.
"Yes ... God, yes, that feels so ... good," she said softly, as his two large hands continued to caress and mold her, making her nipples stand up in rapt attention, overly sensitive to his every manipulation. "Jesus, what are you ... oh, shit, that's right ... that's so right ... "
She was getting hotter and wilder as he kept up his relentless fondling of her tits.
Soon, his cock found its way between her tits, and when she looked down, she had the best seat in the house to watch the tit-fucking she was about to get.
It made her face go even redder than it had before, as his gigantic dick worked like a piston, moving up and down between the luscious twin mounds of her beautiful, babyfat and well standing bubbies, "Harder," she said softly, as she watched him work on her. then, she suddenly turned her face up and looked at him. with come hither written all over her face. "Come on, boy ... I want you to come on them ... come on, baby, I know you can ... "
It was all the encouragement he needed. He began pumping his hips faster and faster, the friction causing her tits to begin to swell ever so slightly, a condition that only added to the pressure on his dick. With a final lunge, that brought his cock jabbing up to the bottom of her chin, he began to come, over and over and over, shooting his white steaming jism over her chin and her tits.
"Aaaahhh," Sis sighed, as she felt the hot, thick syrupy goo shoot on her naked skin. She had to admit it was one of the greatest feelings she ever had.
Even when he finished and he pulled his cock away from her tits, she was still in the semi- swoon it had produced in her. She smiled lightly and watched him as he went down on her tits again, this time licking off his own come.
She had to giggle out loud. "You're a nut case," she said, happily, as she was treated to this most special of washings.
But he wasn't quite through with her. He gathered up all that had come on her chin, in his fist, and he forced her to open her mouth and swallow it.
Even this didn't throw her. She wanted to show him how much she had wanted him to do this, how she had been actually jealous when she had to watch him lick it off her chest. She exaggerated her lip actions and made smacking noises as she continued to suck up every last drop.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, when she was finally through.
"Now," she said, her face newly enervated by the sexual raping she was experiencing. "Can I turn on the light?"
"Not yet," Petey said. "Not quite yet. And you have to be punished for asking,"
It was the first time the smile was off her face in quite a while.
"Punished? What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. I don't like you asking me to turn the light on so many times."
She swallowed. "What are you going to do?"
"Give you a spanking."
"NO!" she screamed. "NOT THAT!"
He enjoyed the depth of her reaction, knowing he'd hit a nerve. So she didn't want a spanking. Well, that meant that was just what she was going to get.
He undid her feet, ready for the struggling that was surely to come. It was a good thing, he told himself now, that he had kept her arms tied behind her back.
It didn't take more than a minute before their positions were reversed, and she was in front of him, while he sat on the chair. By sticking his legs out he was able to bring her over him, her naked bottom smack on his hard-on, so she could feel it pressing between her lovely thighs, where he meant to keep it all the while.
Her hands were still bound by the tape behind her, but he decided he was going to increase the pressure on her, and render her even more helpless than she already was. He did this by taking some fresh tape and wrapping it around her forearms, making her press them closer together, and another strip of it around her biceps, so that her back was pinched by the restrictions.
"Oh, what are you doing ... " she cried out, now completely restricted, her tits thrust out even farther than they had been before.
She shivered when she felt his hand come down and rest on her juicy bottom.
"Now," he said, in a firm, if quiet voice, "I'm going to spank you. You are to count off each time my hand comes down. And you better count loudly and clearly, because if you don't, I'll double the number you're to receive. Do you understand?"
"Yes ... "
"Yes, what."
"Oh, God ... yes ... master ...
She let her head go limp, and it fell, dangling, between her shoulders, over his legs, near to the floor. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly, waiting anxiously for the first blow.
Petey purposely kept her waiting. Then, when it was almost too much to bear, he let loose with a blow that came flying down from over the top of his head. He knew it was going to hurt, but he had no idea it was going to be as severe as it was. Her poor ass shook like a bowl of Jell-O, and when he removed his palm, there was a distinctive red mark, outline the five fingers and the palm print itself.
"OOHH ... " she screamed, adding quickly, so as not to suffer the penalty, "One ... "
He waited a long time for the second blow, letting her think a long time before he let her have the second blow, causing a loud smacking noise to fill the room.
"JESUS ... TWO" she screamed, once again being forced to submit to this most brutal of humiliations.
He kept up at it for ten swift and excruciating blows, until finally, his own hand started to hurt, and her bottom was completely covered in red.
"Oh, God ... " she cried, as she wept, tears rolling down the side of her face, her hair covered in facial sweat as it continued to smack against her cheeks.
"That's enough, for now, I think. Are you sorry now that you got me so angry?"
"Yes, oh yes, master," she said, as he helped her to her feet.
"Did you deserve that?"
"Yes, master. Thank you for spanking me. It was the best spanking I've ever received. Thank you so much."
He kissed her on the lips. She was turning into quite a victim.
He was about to move into the next phase of his punishment, when the phone rang in the next room.
"What's that?"
"Sounds like the telephone, Petey," she said, just the slightest trace of haughtiness in her voice.
"I know that. Don't wise off, or I promise you when I get finished ... "
The phone rang again.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know,"
"All right. You're going to answer it. But I'm telling you, if you slip up, I'll have plenty of time to get away, and before I do, I'll make sure you regret what you do."
"I wouldn't do anything to ... foolish, Petey." Her eyes flashed at him with that crazy kind of look that told him she wasn't kidding. He knew that her ass had to be burning heavily now, and that when a woman's bottom is blistered by a good spanking as he liked to think he had the potential to give, there was only one result, the desire to be fucked like crazy.
It usually took a couple of minutes, but the way things were going here, it looked as if Sis were almost there already.
He helped her into the next room, picked up the phone and held it to her ear.
"H ... hello," she stammered into the receiver.
"Is that you, babe?" It was her mother.
"Yes, mother." She looked at Petey, to make sure he heard who it was. He shook his head yes.
"Is everything all right, darling?"
"Of course, mother." Sis tried to keep her voice calm as she spoke. For a second, she flashed on maybe screaming into the phone for help, that she was being held by a crazy maniac who was working her over sexually from head to foot, but she was no fool, and heeded the very proper warning she'd been given.
"Well, your father and I were just sitting around thinking that while it was wonderful that we were able to get away, we thought maybe you were bored back there, and wondering if maybe we should have brought you along."
"That's nice, mother." Nice, but way too late, she thought to herself, if they only knew ... "
"Well, we'll be back Monday morning, in time to get ready for work."
Sis looked at Petey. He smiled. He heard that and knew then that they were going to be away the whole weekend. Sis frowned. It meant she was going to be put into much more torture than he could have planned before, when he didn't know exactly what was happening.
"That's nice, mother."
"Well, you take care of yourself, you hear, Sis?"
"I'll do that, mama. And you have a good time. And say hello to father for me."
"All right. Now take care. And make sure Petey eats."
"I will, mama."
"Bye."
The phone went dead.
Sis looked at Petey for approval.
"You did well," he said, smiling as he hung the receiver back on the hook.
"Thank you, bro."
"Of course, that means that I can do whatever I wish with you for all that amount of time."
"Yes, please, won't you ... "
"What, Sis?"
"Won't you ... take me now ... I really need it."
He backed away and looked at her, standing there in only her sheer nightie, otherwise naked with her hands hopelessly bound behind her and her tits made to stand rigidly at attention.
"Not yet. Maybe, if you behave yourself, I'll reward you with that later. Maybe."
"I do hope so," she said softly.
"Now, let's go back inside, Sis."
They went back inside, and she was told to sit on the edge of the bed.
She sat down, and the heat from her bottom made it stink on the cool sheets. "Ouch," she said softly, letting him know that she really hurt.
"Don't worry. You'll soon forget all about that pain," he said. The sneer with which his voice held that thought put another shiver down her spine.
He pushed her back down on the bed, so that she was on her back, and he took a pillow and slid it under her bottom.
"Here, maybe that'll make you a little more comfortable."
"Yes, Petey," she said.
He then put his hands between her thighs, and gently spread them. She understood what she was supposed to do, and without any further encouragement, allowed her legs to go as wide as they could. She enjoyed doing this, knowing that he would really get off on the beauty of her inner thighs, and the soft plush lips of her pussy. She'd studied her own pussy in the mirror many times, and knew how much of a beauty it was.
He was between her in a flash, and she knew that all the preliminaries were now over. She was going to be fucked.
And not a moment too soon, the heat from the spanking had set a fire inside of her, and she was burning up for it now, needing it, wanting desperately to be fucked. Her pussy was fairly dripping with her own juice, and there was no way of hiding it.
Petey came over her, and inched the tip of his dick just to the edge of her lips, moving it up and down her peach slit, almost, but not quite inside of it.
"How does that feel, baby," he said.
"Ooh ... that feels, really ... great ... you big prick ... " she said, smiling, in spite of it all, as he began to move it in a little further, inching it up her pussy, feeling for the first time the tightness of her adorable pussy on his cock.
"Oh, yes ... " she said as she began thrusting her hips almost immediately, taking again and again the full force of his big dick as it worked on her, moving in and out, up and down, doing slow circle movements, giving her a thorough, deep fucking.
"Christ ... that's so ... sooooo ... " She was swooning from it now, pulling her legs back as far as she could get them, taking his dick in her over and over again, until she thought she was going to go crazy!
Her mouth was open, but there were no more words coming out of it. Her head went from side to side, and her eyes shut tightly, as she began to come yet again, one more time. Over and over she pumped her hips, working on his dick, giving him the fullest pleasure she knew how.
He suddenly went rigid, and she knew what that meant.
"Oh, yes ... come on, boy ... yes ... that's right ... that's it ... " she moaned as she could feel his jet streamer opening up once more, and his cum shooting deep into her waiting, seething womb.
He stayed like that for several minutes, until finally he pulled his dick slowly out of her.
"That was glorious ... thank you so much, master," she said softly, as she relaxed her body and moved on to one side, to take the pressure off of the hands that were so tightly bound behind her.
"Yeah, that was great," he said, huskily, as he fell off next to her, landing on his back, putting one hand on his head and staring at the ceiling.
"Would it be all right with the master if I rested for a while?" Sis asked, her body feeling the pain as well as the pleasure.
"Huh? Yeah, all right. I'll let you get a little rest. But you better be ready when I am for some more, or else ... "
"I know master. Have no fear. I think ... " she blushed and bit her lip. "I think I want it as much as you do."
With that, she leaned over and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.
"Thank you," she whispered, as she leaned back and easily fell into a most rewarding sleep.
He was dog tired also, afraid to admit it before now. He let himself rest next to her, actually able to feel the heat coming off her body.
He thought about a lot of things, about all the times at school she'd made fun of him in front of her friends, preferring to go with the older guys, or just generally playing the role of cockteaser. He wondered if she had any idea, yet, who her captor was.
He looked over at her. Her hair was so pretty, as she laid there, sleeping, so dark and thick and straight.
He knew that this was a dangerous thing he was doing.
Dangerous for a lot of reasons. Dangerous because he could get caught. Dangerous because he could get into trouble. For some crazy reason, no one liked it when brothers fucked their sisters. His whole life could be ruined by the authorities.
But dangerous most of all, for the one thing that no one would be able to prevent, if he wasn't careful.
He was hesitant to admit it, but he was becoming very fond of Sis, now that he had explored all her privates, and turned her into a most willing slave nymphet.
He was afraid there was the slightest chance that he just might be falling in love with her.
Shit.
Not just like a brother, he was already solidly there for that.
No, like a ... like a lover!
There was always something to come along and spoil a good thing.
Chapter Eight
He was awake before Sis. It was still dark out, although when he checked his watch he realized it was going to be light in a very short while. He had a lot of work to do.
He shook Sis slightly, to make sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she wasn't faking it, he went and got his bundle of goodies from downstairs, and set to work, making sure he made as little noise as possible.
The first thing he had to do were the hooks. He'd brought four of them; just enough to set up what he had in mind.
He took one of the chairs in the room and got on it, while he brought up the portable hand drill, Setting himself up in such a position, he was able to make two holes, 24 inches apart, in which to insert the screw hooks. Slowly, he twisted the hooks into place, swinging on them with his full body weight to make sure they were sufficiently secured.
When he was through with those, he moved the chair out of the way and set to work on the bottom hooks. These were easier to handle. He drilled two holes 24 inches apart, directly below the ceiling holes, and once again inserted the hooks. When they were twisted into the floor, he was ready. Next, he suspended two lengths of chain- cuffs from the ceiling. They hung down to just below six feet, so that a girl Sis's size would have to reach up with her hands to be able to fit into them. He laid a bar on the floor and attached that to those hooks. The bar had cuffs attached to either side. He was ready now, he thought, for the next step.
He went back to the bed. Sis was still sleeping. He took a deep breath and smelled her fine bodily aroma, made even more beautiful by the fact that she was sleeping with his semen buried in her womb. He knew that semen inside a woman altered the body chemistry, and that it made their sexual aroma that much more pungent.
He shook her slowly, until she stirred, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He loved the fact that she looked at beautiful when she woke up as when she went to bed. There was nothing like eighteen year old feminine beauty. Nothing in the world.
"Huh ... wasss ... wazzitt ... " Sis mumbled, until she suddenly realized where she was, and that she was not alone. "You ... " she murmured, then looked longingly into Petey's eyes, before sliding her mouth up to his and giving him a long, deep kiss.
"Darling ... Petey ... my arms hurt ... " she whispered to him.
"I know," he said. "I'm going to take your bonds off."
"You are?" A smile lit across her face.
He turned her over and undid the couplings, cutting the sticky tape away with a scissor. When that was finished, Sis brought her arms around to her sides and rubbed them together. They had been tied like that for hours, and now, she was feeling the circulation in them for the first time in a long time.
"Aahhh," she sighed, as she put her arms around him once more, and gave him another kiss, this one for letting her free.
But it was only for the moment.
She didn't know that he had other plans for her and that he was starting before dawn because he thought they had a very busy schedule in front of them.
"Get up. baby," he said to her, and she looked at him funny. It was then that she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling for the first time.
"What's ... what's that ... " she said, pointing to them, her face dropping the smile like it was too hot to hold.
"It's our next game," he said. "Now get up and get underneath the chains."
"I can't ... " she said.
"Why not?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said, quietly, blushing.
Of course. That made sense, she hadn't been allowed to go since he'd gotten there, especially-after he'd fucked her in her ass. Of course she had to go to the bathroom.
"All right. I'll take you there. But don't try anything funny."
"In the bathroom?"
He realized how silly that sounded. Letting her off the bed, he followed her down the hall to the bathroom, where she went in and closed the door.
He heard the water running, and waited a little while.
After a minute, he began to suspect something was wrong. He knocked on the door and asked her if she was all right.
No answer.
Something was definitely wrong. He leaned into the door and found it was locked form the inside. He gave it a stiff push with his shoulder, and the little inside lock that was keeping it closed proved to be no match for his strength. Once inside, he knew immediately that she was gone., The window to the bathroom was open, and the cold air smacked him across the face.
He ran to it and looked out, and could see Sis almost to the ground, sliding down a drain pipe, clutching at it with her hands and feet.
He ran out of the bathroom and made it for the stairs, traveling at top speed, doing three and four steps at a time, until he was on the main floor of the house and heading toward the door. He was furious. He had trusted her and she'd double-crossed him. That wasn't going to sit well with him.
He got to the part of the house where the drain pipe was, and saw Sis just beginning to scamper off. He started running at top speed, and in a burst of motion he was able to get to her before she made it to the end of the lawn. Throwing his arms out, he put a heavy tackle on her, and the both of them came tumbling down. His hand found her mouth before she was able to scream out, and, as the night still covered them, he dragged her back inside her house, her heels leaving deep marks on the lawn.
"Mmmmafffff ... " she screamed into his hand, trying as she did to bite the fingers.
He was furious when he got her-inside. He turned her around and took a full smack at her face, the back of his palm hitting her squarely on the side, sending her head over head into a corner of the room.
She was terrified now, too terrified to move, he came over and stood with his legs at her head, and bent down. She didn't move a muscle as she saw him reach into his pants and pull out the roll of tape. In another second, four strong lengths were across her mouth, in slightly varying angles, making it impossible for her to move any part of her lips or lower jaw.
"I trusted you," Petey kept saying, over and over again. "I trusted you and you betrayed me. I'm the Petey and you're the slave and you tried to get away. You're going to pay for this."
There was sheer terror on her face as he clutched her by her hair and decided that that was the proper way to drag her back up the stairs. Taking her by a hankful, he dragged her along the floor, her arms, clutching at his leg to try to reduce the searing pain that the hair pull was causing.
Up each stair he let her body bump until finally, gratefully Sis thought, they were on the second floor.
Now he dragged her into her bedroom, and threw her in front of the floor hooks.
"You little slut. You're going to be sorry for what you did."
She already was, the tears welling up inside of her eyes. She looked at him pleadingly, but it was no use. She had played her one ace and had blown it.
And she still had to go to the bathroom.
He made her stand up, in spite of the fact that she was all dirty and grimy and ungroomed from the little episode that had just transpired. He forced her to put her hands over her head, causing her to go up on her tiptoes.
When she did, he easily secured each of her hands to the lengths of chain hanging down.
Next, he went to work on her feet. He did first the left, then the right, attaching them each to a ring cuff that was attached to the chain.
Next, when he was satisfied with the way she was hung, he walked slowly around her.
"Little slut," he whispered. "Little tramp. I know what to do with unruly slaves."
She thought he was carrying all of this entirely too far. And she would have told him so if her mouth weren't so severely taped.
"I want you out of those messy clothes," he said, enraged at the fact that he had trusted her her and had been let down; tricked; phonied into almost being a first class sucker.
He put his hands on the material just in front of her tits and with one quick and sure yank, pulled it away, ripping the silken body robe into two pieces that clung to his hands as it fell away from her body.
Now she was completely nude.
"You're filthy," he spat, disappearing into the same bathroom she'd tried to escape from.
The first thing he did was to shut that damn window. He hated drafts.
Next, he washed his own hands thoroughly. He detested dirt, especially if it wasn't his.
After that, he grabbed a towel and soaked it in the sink, after which he soaped it up to a rich lather.
When he returned, he found her, in spite of his anger, most desirable as she hung there in front of him. He was almost moved to forgive her, to let her down and let him fuck her, but he knew he could never trust her again. It was going to have to be this way from now on.
He used the towel on her, washing her down, making sure that he got every inch of her, especially her tits, ass, and cunt. He wanted those to be immaculate, of course.
And he was very careful with her face, until, after almost forty-five minutes had passed, he was satisfied that she was clean enough for him to play with.
During all of this, he totally ignored her sobbings and pleadings, made through the tape. Every time a tear fell from her eyes, he coldly washed it away.
When he was finished, he stared at her for awhile, then, came up close to her, face to face, his body not three inches from his, and with no warning, shoved three lingers coldly into her pussy.
She jumped noticeably, not ready for that sudden, assaulting move on her person. She wasn't sure what he was going to do next, but she was horrified when she saw the look on his face.
He was going to make her come.
He started moving about her pussy, and within a matter of seconds, she started to soak up. He had unusually big fingers for a boy his size, and as they masturbated her, the three together felt like one oversized cock.
In spite of her fear and his crazed look, she began to warm to him again. He was so ... strong, she thought, so forceful. She couldn't help but begin to respond to his ministrations.
When he took his fingers out, he noticed a look of sadness cross her face, as if she wanted him to go on doing what he'd been doing forever.
But he had bigger fish to fry.
Reaching into his bag of supplies, he managed to pull out a gigantic vibrator, on of the better ones, that worked on three batteries. It was long and stiff and made of black plastic, and when Sis saw it, her eyes widened with apprehension. No, she thought, he's not going to use that on me ... he's not ...
But he was. That was the whole idea. Clicking the thing on, he began with her tits, letting just the very edge of the massive vibrator touch them.
He enjoyed the way her tits jumped out at him, as if they had a life of their own. They wasted no time in straining, like two growing buds, until they each stood an good half inch up and away.
Sis twisted from the sensations, although her movements were mostly restricted by the chains and cuffs. Still, she was able to get her message across. She was getting very hot and bothered by the little electric buzzer, and was struggling to do something about it.
Petey slowly began to move the thing down her body, letting the sweat that had already formed on her stomach coat the thing. Lower, lower, still lower he went until he was just above her pussy. He could see that her clit was already starting to protrude in the sheer anticipation of the vibrator.
He didn't touch it right away, preferring instead to massage her cunt lips.
She threw her head back in a combination of frustration and sheer heat, as he mercilessly played all the way around her pussy, without touching the clit. He knew that unless he brought the vibrator right on to that, she would go crazy before she would get off.
Even when he shoved it up her pussy and held it there while he looked in her eyes, and watched her swoon with delight, she still couldn't get off.
Now, he reached once more for his roll of tape. Watching him with the frightened eyes that grew wider and more apprehensive with every moment, she couldn't believe what he did to her next.
He shoved the vibrator in as far as it could go, a good ten inches at least, and held it there while he ripped off a piece of the tape with his teeth.
Satisfied that she wouldn't move, he removed his hands from the vibrator and taking the tape, put it across her pussy, so the thing was now taped in her.
She was shaking her head back and forth, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and he paid no attention to her at all.
He was concentrating, instead, on applying the tape, ripping pieces off and sticking them on her pussy, until, satisfied, he had put more than eight pieces into her like that.
She looked at him with a pleading, begging look. She tried to talk through the tape but it was no use.
The gentle, easy, yet insisted vibrations from the thing were driving her into a genuine frenzy. Never, never in her entire life had she been so worked up as she was right now. She thought she was going to lose it right there. The vibrations were emanating in larger and larger circles, as if she were a pond and someone had thrown a rock right at her center. Yet, for all the pleasure she was being afforded, she wasn't able to get off with it, because Petey had cleverly left her clitoris untaped.
In this fashion, her clit was not receiving any kind of tactile stimulations, and therefore it was unable to push her over the edge.
He smiled. He knew she would do anything now to come. She would get down on her knees and blow him in Macy's window if he would only touch it, just once, touch it just one single time with his fingers. She'd give him anything, be his slave for life, if he would just stop this incredible torture.
But he had no intention of that. He preferred to watch her, to study her as she shook and undulated in the most lascivious fashion, as she tried in vain to get free.
He wasn't going to do this to her. He wasn't going to be this cruel, for he knew that this was about as cruel as you could get to a woman, but she deserved it.
He decided to leave her like this while he made himself come coffee.
"Mmmmmffff ... " she cried out through the tape, making barely more noise than a muffled whisper, as she implored him not to leave her like that, but her pleas fell on purposefully deaf ears.
As she struggled and shook on her bonds, be went downstairs to the kitchen and took out the electric percolator.
He put some coffee on and made himself another sandwich, humming and enjoying the breaking morning. He was playing a little game with himself, making believe this was his house and he was growing up rich, in the suburbs of Queens, getting himself ready to go to work, which of course he was.
He sat down, poured himself a cup of fresh, black coffee, ate his sandwich, sat back and" relaxed, taking as much time as he felt like taking.
Almost a full half hour had passed since he'd shoved the vibrator in her. He wondered how she was doing. Taking one final stretch, and one final sip of coffee, be decided to go back upstairs and check her out.
He took a full cup of the hot steaming coffee with him.
He couldn't believe the difference in her when he laid eyes back on her. She was like a wild woman now. The effects of the vibrator were, electric, to say the least. Her hair was all wild, and her eyes were almost completely out of her sockets. Her body was filled with sweat, and she was heaving, breathing in dangerously short breaths.
"Have you had enough?" he asked her, and she shook her head, violently, up and down.
"Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?"
Again, she shook her head.
"You were a very bad girl, weren't you?"
"Yes," she said through her gag. She knew that he was prolonging her agony, and doing it on purpose. This was all part of the punishment.
"Do you want to come?"
She shook her head even more vigorously than before.
He smiled. He had about fifty more questions he wanted to ask her, but he decided to give her a break. Putting his hands on her clit, he barely touched it before she went wild, pushing back and forth on it, moving her ass up and down and all around, and coming in the longest, most luxurious orgasms in a woman he'd ever witnessed.
"There there," he said, soothingly, as he wiped away the sweat from her face.
He then reached down and switched the vibrator into the off position. It was like throwing the off switch on the lights of Times Square. Suddenly, with one violent motion, she slumped in her bonds, hanging there with her legs spread, in a dead faint.
He'd managed to get her off, and her body was now reacting. He supposed it was a good thing he did it when he did. Otherwise, she might very well have passed the point of no return. That would have been awful. What a waste.
Of course, Petey wasn't that worried. He knew just how far he could take her. He sat back down on a chair nearby, kicked his feet up on the top of her bureau and easily and relaxedly had his last cup of coffee.
When he finished, he carefully went to work removing the tape that was holding the vibrator in her pussy.
It wasn't easy, but he managed to get it out, just as she was coming to. He thought he could make out her sighs as the thing came easily sliding out, covered from tip to top with her pussy juice.
"Open your mouth," he said to her, once, as he ripped off the tape that had gagged her.
No sooner was it removed than she opened her mouth to receive the vibrator.
She knew what was expected of her and wasted no time obeying. She was going to be a very good girl from now on.
She sucked on the black plastic thing, putting on quite a show for him, trying to please him. Her entire focus now was on her Petey. Gone were the thoughts of trying to escape. Gone were the thoughts of trying to outwit him. All she wanted to do now was to make him happy.
He had succeeded in the first phase of his training program. He had turned her; made her a prime slave.
Now, the fun was about to begin, he had plans for her. Great, complex plans of punishment that would carry them through this day and into the night.
If, when he left, she were still in any way an independent, free woman, he would consider himself a failure.
The only question left was when he was going to remove his mask.
He knew there would come a time when he would let her see who he was. When he would want her to see who he was. That was part of it, that was part of the psychological warfare of what they were up to.
When the time was right, when he was sure she was completely in love with him, then he would reveal himself to her.
What a moment that was going to be. Here was Sis, the haughtiest girl in school, the girl who completely ignored him, and he'd been the one to fuck the living shit out of her.
He took the vibrator out of her mouth.
"Was that good, baby?" he asked her.
"Yes, Petey," she said, in that soft, subdued tone that told him she was no longer playing a part, but living a role.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"
"No, Petey."
"I'm going to whip you."
"NO."
"Yes. I'm going to whip you until you beg for mercy. Do you understand ... "
"Oh, please don't do that sir ... I promise I'll be a good girl ...
"But you promised that to me before and you tried to get away."
"I'm sorry ... "
"Sony's not good enough ... "
"Please ... "
"It's no use. You might as well prepare yourself."
With that, he pulled out a long black whip from his bag, with several loose ends on it. He was going to give her a beating she would never forget.
If she lived long enough to remember it, that is.
As for Petey, he knew it was all a game, and that made it just better.
Sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind and all that, but between brother and sister, if they didn't fight there'd be something REALLY wrong with them!
Epilogue
What fun! Petey was determined to take his time with the whipping. This was meant to be punishment, and the longer and more agonizing it was, the more he felt the punishment would be effectively administered.
He began by snapping the whip in the air several times, creating a crackling sound that sent fear shooting into Sis's veins. She knew that there was no way she was going to be able to avoid what was surely to come. She was worried that her tender skin wouldn't be able to take the severe physical abuse it was about to receive. She closed her eyes, tried to brace herself as best she could, and waited for the inevitable.
It began from behind. She was unable to twist around to watch, because her hands were tied to the cuffs in an almost upright position, so that the turning of her head was blocked by her upper arms.
There was no mistaking the force or the pain that followed.
THWACK! The first blow crossed her ass smoothly, hitting both cheeks as it laid down an intense, red, pouting smack. It forced Sis to jump forward, emitting a quick, soft, "mmmfff" through her now ungagged mouth.
"That's right," Petey said. "I'm going to let you have it real good now."
THWACK!! Again, the whip came down, this time at a slightly different angle, so that the marks appeared to cross each other.
"Please, Sis pleaded, but it was no use. He was working himself up into a lather now as he continued to bring the whip down, blow after blow, on her delicious bottom, until there wasn't an inch left of unmarked skin.
Sis was twisting and turning on the chains that were holding her extremities. She was blathering and pleading and nearly incoherent with the pain she was feeling. When he left her ass he went down to the backs of her thighs, determined to mark those up as well.
He did this methodically, constantly turning the whip so that the blows would overlap, yet continue to hit new skin.
"Please ... " Sis sobbed, begging him, as he came around front, to have mercy on her, that surely she wasn't going to survive such a thorough beating.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears. He began by laying down three hard smacks across her tits, causing her head to flail back and forth, and for her to cry out again and again for him to please, please stop.
Now, he started to push the whip up the front of her thighs, and she stopped her pleading, making noises only as she cried out with the slapping of the hard leather lash on her skin. But when it finally came home, when he finally started to lay the lash into her so that the tips kissed the inner lips of her pussy, she screamed at the top of her lungs, reverting to a form of primitive hate and fear that she thought she wouldn't survive.
"I can't ... " she sobbed, over and over again. "Oh God, I just can't take this ... " she screamed, and finally, in a burst of agony unlike any she'd ever experienced before, she fell forward into a deathlike faint.
He was finished for now. His arm was sore from handling the whip. He hadn't done this much physical work since he'd earned pick-up money last summer chopping wood.
Now, though, he surveyed his work. She was even more beautiful now as she was slumped over in a temporary faint than she was when she was - struggling. Her naked body glistened with her own sweat, the sweat of sweet torture that showed no signs of letting up.
This was Sunday, there was a full day to go before her parents would even think about returning home. He had lots of time to do things to her that he'd only dreamed about in the past.
He got the next sets of implements from his bag.
He reached in and pulled out the candle. This was the first instrument of the next phase of her | torture. He also retrieved the special harness that he had purchased, just for this occasion.
She began to come to just as he was attaching the harness to her tits.
"What ... what are you doing to me now?" she asked, a note of terror in her voice, alongside a certain breathlessness that told Petey in spite of everything, she was being turned on by his relentless manipulations.
He tied the harness around her so that her tits were made to protrude, even more than the overhead hanging of her arms made them. She was so perfectly formed that in this position, the nipples of her tits actually pointed upward. Beautiful, Petey thought to himself. Beautiful and all mine.
The harness had two bases that came out, between her tits, so that when properly attached, they forced the fleshy gloves to be even more spread apart than they already were, with little wooden trays acting as holders, between them.
It was to these trays that Petey attached the two tall candles.
"Don't hurt me anymore," Sis begged. "Please ... "
"You have been a bad girl to me," Petey finally said, after maintaining his silence for so long. "I really don't want to hurt you. I'd much rather be making love to you."
"Yes," she said, sounding as enthusiastic and honest as he did. "Why don't you. I'd love to feel your cock in my ... "
She was cut off by the slap of his hand across her face.
"Don't speak to me anymore unless you are spoken to. Do you understand that?"
She shook her head, not being able to hold back the tears. Sometimes, a slap could be more severe than a whipping. She was brought up so that her parents had never lifted a finger to her, and now she was being brutalized by this ... this beast, she told herself, and for no reason. She could withstand almost anything, she knew, but not slapping. She hated slapping.
Now, she stood at mute attention as she watched, from her position of being trussed and hung from the ceiling and spread out from the floor, as Petey held a match to the bottom of the candles, to soften them up and make them more easily attachable to the bases between her breasts.
That was it. He was going to make her a living candelabra. She didn't understand why. What was the big charge about hanging candles off a harness on her chest?
She was soon to find out.
Once the candles were in place, he warned her that he wasn't finished with his whipping, and that any untoward movements on her part would result in her being badly burned.
Now she got the picture. She tried to brace herself as best she could, but because he'd taken a break with the whip, it was now more painful than ever to endure.
He went behind her and came down with the first whack.
"OOHHH ... " she cried out, and the sudden impact of his lashing made her entire body shudder. What happened next was to impossible for even her to conceive. The jerking of her body sent the candles vibrating, causing them to spill their hot burning wax, just beneath their flames. The wax went spilling onto both of her tits, sending an excruciating sensation of burning flesh into the very bowels of her soul.
"NO ... DON'T DO THAT ANY MORE ... " she screamed, but it was no use. He was determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. Again the whip came down, and again she involuntarily jerked her body, causing more wax to spill on her flesh, and to sear through it like a branding iron.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ... I CAN'T ... OH GOD, I JUST CAN'T ... " she cried, and with that, she began to piss, right where she was standing.
He reveled in the delight of actually having tortured her to the point where she was pissing from the pain. He watched, as she let out a long, golden-stream of her magnificent water. He ran to the corner of the room where a flower holder was standing. Reaching in, he pulled the fresh flowers out and dumped the water on the floor.
He ran back to her and put the vase right up to her pussy, so he could catch as much of her stream as he could.
They were both able to hear the loud tinkling of her piss against the side of the vase as it rapidly filled up with her water.
When she was finished, Petey gently blew out the candles, careful not to let anymore of the wax hit the girl. He'd accomplished all he'd wanted to with this bit of torture.
Sis's head was slumped forward as he finally went behind her and undid the harness that had been keeping the candles in place.
He yanked on her head from behind, to lift it. He studied her face. It was a conglomeration of agony and twisted expressions. She looked to be the victim of a very severe torture session, and that pleased Petey a lot. It was a testament to his prowess of a real motherfucker.
Now, though, he had yet another form of torture on his mind. He lifted the vase to Sis's face, "Drink it," he said simply. "Open your mouth and drink it."
"No," Sis said, staring once again to weep, in spite of the fact that she knew it would do no good to be crying. "Please, master, have mercy ... please ... "
But it was no good. She knew that her pleadings would fall on deaf ears, as they had for the entire night. She was so sorry now that she had even thought about escaping. If she hadn't, she might now be lying in bed receiving again and again the pleasure of her master's big prick, instead of having to endure the most severe, heartless punishment and torture that she could imagine. Never, she told herself, never again would she disobey him. If only he would give her another chance. If only he would show some sign of mercy.
If only.
"I said drink it ... "
She was hysterical now. She just couldn't, she told him. She just couldn't.
"All right, then. I guess I'll have to get the candles back on you. I promise you it won't be as easy as it was the last time ... "
Easy? The last time she thought she was about an inch away from death. What could he possibly have in store for her now?
"All right," she finally said, "If my master wants me to drink my own ... water, I will do it ... "
She had given up all hope now. She was trapped, and she knew it. It only he would get this over with.
"That's more like it," he said, lifting the vase to her lips.
There was nothing she could do now. She'd said she was going to drink it and that's what she had to do. Closing her eyes and trying not to breathe, she opened her lips slightly, and felt the cool ceramic lip of the vase being brought up to it. She felt his hand going on the back of her neck, to help her get it all down.
She tilted back a little and felt the first acrid mouthful filling her up. It tasted surprisingly tart, almost lemony, with a husky odor to it, coming from the very insides of her womb. It was feminine and not altogether unpleasant, and she began gulping at it, taking longer and longer swigs, until finally, she was able to drain all that she had let out, that he had captured in his vase.
"That's right, finish every last drop," Petey said, as she gulped down the very special potion.
When she was finished, he took the vase away and dabbed at her chin, where some had run down. Then he made her lick and suck his fingers dry.
When she was finished, she looked at him with sparkling eyes. Maybe it was the slow buildup of the fire that was inside of her. Maybe it was that somewhere in her family's background they had come from a group of slaves, but whatever the reason, in spite of the heartless cruelly she had shown to him, she was now once more, perhaps more than ever, enamored of the man who held her prisoner. She had enjoyed being humbled, having to drink her own liquid, and it only made her more aware of how much she really liked all that was happening to her.
"You deserve a little break," he said.
The words came as a great surprise to her. Not that she didn't agree a break would be most appreciated. She just didn't expect to get one from him. From anyone else, yes, but not from him.
"Thank you," she sighed, as he let her hands out of the cuffs, and her feet off the bar.
It was the first time that night, except for the debacle with the bathroom, when she'd been totally free of any sort of restraint.
She rubbed her arms and legs with her hands. It was as if she hadn't been free for years, the way she felt now.
"You are going to bathe," he said to her, leading her to the bathroom.
"Fill the tub with water," he commanded her, and she did so, letting the hot and cold water run together. He explored her medicine chest, and found the Parisian bubble solution there.
"Here," he said, "Use some of this."
Obediently, she leaned over the tub and let some of the crystals fall into it. In a while, the bubbles cascaded over the edge, filling the tub with the blue and reddish tinted bubbles.
"Get in," he said, and Sis, unaccountably blushing now, stepped into the water.
The heat and the liquid felt so good against her abused skin. It was what she needed, to relieve the hurt she'd received from him. She put her head back and let the waters work their magic on her.
He leaned over, a wash rag in his hands, and began to wash her down.
She was taken with his care now, almost as kind she thought as he was cruel.
With the same intense concentration he had when he was punishing her, he now applied the loving care, almost of a father, as he washed every part of her body, paying special attention, naturally enough, to her pussy.
