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   By Videll Dais

   Chapter 6

   Anna's Tale 2

   My life changed rapidly after the first spanking at the hands of my new
stepfather, Mr.  Hobbs.  One immediate benefit was my sister, Katy, and I
became almost instantly closer, like we had been before father left us,
perhaps even moreso.  Our relationship had become somewhat distant and
argumentative during the weeks since our stepfather had moved into our
house.  I had felt very much alone, alienated, and my mood was rarely
anything but irritable or miserable or both.  Often, for no reason, I would
find myself weeping.  So the return of the friendship of my little sister
was more than welcome.

   At night, with the drone of war planes continually passing high in the
overhead darkness, secretly and quietly in our shared bed, my little sister
taught me things I'd never even dared to imagine or had any idea even
existed.  At first, guilt and shame had made it difficult for me to accept,
or fully enjoy such forbidden knowledge from one younger than I.  However,
my sexual curiosity, once roused, could not be denied and we indulged
heartily in our own intimate explorations.  Katy taught me how to cast
aside my natural reluctance and inhibitions and to fully partake of the
illicit pleasures thus far discovered.  Even though Katy remained sworn to
secrecy (and never did admit it to me outright), I knew who the culprit
responsible for her broad and practised expertise really was and, though I
could never hope to prove it, I was sure it was our stepfather, Mr.  Hobbs!

   In the days following the spanking incident, I remained wary and
suspicious of Mr.  Hobbs and did my upmost to avoid him as much as
possible. At school, I asked to stay later after classes for extra tuition
so that I wouldn't get home till near the same time as Mummy.  Even so, at
mealtimes, he would look at me searchingly and wink and smile at me without
my mother noticing.  I would blush hotly and drop my gaze to my lap.  I
could almost tell what he was thinking, indeed, I couldn't stop thinking
about such things myself.  The memories of his hands, his fingers; the way
he had touched me; the rude words he had whispered in my tingling ear
constantly burned like hot coals in my fevered mind.  Of course, I couldn't
keep up this deliberate avoidance for long.  Mummy said she wanted me home
from school at the normal time so I could help Katy with the chores and in
preparing the evening supper.  I pleaded with her to allow me to continue
with late classes, but without offering up any reasonable argument other
than the improvement of my education, my pleas fell on deaf ears.  It was
inevitable my stepfather would get me alone sooner rather than later.  I
should have known my insolent behaviour would do nothing but provoke him
and that in due course he would seek a sweet revenge.  It was stupid of me
to think otherwise.

   Four days later, I nervously arrived home at my usual time of
three-thirty in the afternoon.  I listened for a moment by the open front
door, muscles tense, ready to flee if my stepfather started shouting at me.
The house was gloomy and silent.  I closed the door and let out a sigh of
relief.  It had been raining heavily for most of the day.  I was thoroughly
drenched through.  I intended to go straight up stairs and get out of my
wet clothes.  I removed my coat and shoes in the hall and put my satchel by
the hat stand then made my way down the hall making as little noise as
possible.  As I was passing the living room door, it opened and my
stepfather suddenly loomed over me.  My heart leapt into my mouth and I
froze.

   "Ah, Anna.  You're home at last.  Good." Mr.  Hobbs smiled down at me
looking almost kindly.  "You poor thing.  You're soaked.  Come in here and
warm yourself by the fire, child, before you catch your death."

   Before I could attempt to muster a reply, he took my upper arm in a
firm, no-nonsense grip, and led me into the warm interior of the lounge
closing the door behind us.  Shaking like a leaf, I allowed him to lead me
to the fireplace where a stacked fire burned brightly.

   "Dear me, Anna, look at you.  A drowned rat would indeed be a sound
comparison."

   Mr.  Hobbs laughed at his own joke.  Though somewhat taken aback by his
gracious, kind manner (so different from his usual bullying) I nonetheless
felt totally incapable of sharing in his humour.  My nervous disposition
would not allow me one iota of ease.  I knew my situation was more akin to
that of a fly trapped in a spiders web.  The spider in this case might be a
jovial one, but underneath the benign mirth, I felt sure, beat the heart of
something wild and primal, something hungry: Something sizing up its prey!



   "You're shivering, Anna.  Here, let me get you something to warm up your
insides my dear."

   Mr.  Hobbs went to the sideboard and I watched him fill a small glass
with a dark, rosy-coloured liquid from a crystal-glass decanter.  Smiling,
he handed me the full glass.

   "Drink this," he said.  "it will make you feel much better."

   I eyed the glass of dark liquid suspiciously.

   "Don't worry, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said.  "I know you're far to young for
alcohol, but it's only mead.  One small glass will do you no harm at all."

   My stepfather then went to the lounge door, opened it and called to my
sister.

   "Katy!  Bring a clean bath towel down for me will you, sweety?"

   I sipped from the glass and the harsh liquid burned a fiery trial down
my throat.  Grimacing, I held my hand to my mouth and coughed.

   Mr.  Hobbs patted the top of my head and chuckled.  "Steady.  Sip it
slowly."

   A moment later, I felt a great wave of relief wash over me as Katy
bounced into the room and handed a neatly folded towel to Mr.  Hobbs.  Her
clean and shiney blonde hair flowed around her shoulders like a bight halo
in the gloom of the firelit room.  Her presence eased my nervous discomfort
in an instant.  I no longer felt so trapped and alone and fervently hoped
she would stay.

   "Thank you, sweety."

   Mr.  Hobbs stooped and, taking the towel from her, hugged her small
frame, his big hands tenderly and intimately cupping and moulding her
tight, rounded bottom through her dress.  Katy leaned into his big frame
and smiled warmly up at him.

   "Is it the right one, Daddy?"

   Daddy?  Since when had she been calling Mr.  Hobbs Daddy?  Hearing her
saying it in such a sincere and heartfelt way disturbed me greatly.  My
word, things had changed far more than I'd imagined in the last week or so.
Surely this oaf, this big, bullying stranger had no right to such a title -
especially from us.  I didn't think she should be saying that at all and
made a mental note to talk to her about it later in private.

   "This will be fine, darling," Mr.  Hobbs said.  "Now go on and finish
your homework.  I'll come and check it with you later."

   Katy turned, gave me a little wave and left the room closing the door
quietly behind her.  Along with her went any sense of security I had begun
to feel.  Wincing, I took another sip from the awful-tasting spirit-filled
glass.

   Mr.  Hobbs approached me, unfolding the towel.  He held it close to the
fire.  "Right, young lady," he said, smiling in a most friendly way,
"finish the mead and let's get you out of those wet clothes before you
catch your death."

   My heart sank.  I knew then what his intentions were.  I also knew it
was totally pointless to offer any resistance.  I finished the drink in one
hurried gulp and coughed violently.  The inevitable was finally upon me.

   Mr.  Hobbs chuckled and patted my back.  He then began to casually
unbutton my pinny as though the act of him undressing me was perfectly
normal and routine.  He quickly removed my pinny, underslip and long socks,
leaving me hugging myself in just my vest and knickers.  Fearing another
spanking, I dared not raise any protest.  Even standing in the warm glow
from the fire, my nerves got the better of me and I begun to shiver
tremulously.  I could feel the heat of the drink he had given me warming my
stomach but, at that moment, it did little to ease the hasty flight of a
million butterflies churning my very being.

   "Dear me, Anna, you're so cold all ready," Mr.  Hobbs said, soothingly.
He smiled reasuringly and hooked his fingers in the hem of my long vest. 
"Don't worry.  I'll soon warm you up.  Let's get your vest and knickers
off. Lift up."

   "Please...sir..." I whimpered, trying to put off the inevitable a while
longer.  Overcome with embarrassment, my cheeks flamed and my hands
fluttered uselessly at my sides.  "D-do I...  Do I have to t-take
everything completely...  off?"

   "Of course you do, my dear," Mr.  Hobbs huffed through his nose and
chuckled.  "How else am I to thoroughly dry you?  It has to be done or
you'll be off school tomorrow with a stinking cold and we can't have that
can we?  No silly nonsense now.  Lift up."

   Reluctantly, hesitatingly, I did as he told me and shivered again as my
stepfather swiftly raised my vest and slipped it over my head and off.  I
immediately covered my budding breasts with my hands.  My pink nipples were
rigid.

   "Oh, do come on, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said, somewhat impatiently, his
kindly mask beginning to slip.  "put your arms down and stop being such a
silly girl.  You have absolutely nothing I haven't seen before.  Take your
knickers off - quickly now!"

   Not wanting to give my stepfather the satisfaction of seeing me cry, I
blinked back the sting of tears, hooked my thumbs into the elastic
waistband of my white knickers and, taking a deep breath, slid them over my
slim hips, down my thighs and let them drop to pool at my feet.  Blushing
hotly, I covered my privates with a trembling hand and stepped out of them.

   Mr.  Hobbs stared at me intently, his eyes freely roaming my body with
quite undisguised hunger.  Before I lowered my gaze, I caught a glimpse of
the bulge thrusting against the front of his trousers and couldn't suppress
a shudder as mixed emotions of trepidition, fear and excitement washed over
me.  My legs felt weak, barely able to support even my slight weight.

   "There now," Mr.  Hobbs said, "that wasn't so difficult was it, Anna. 
Come here."

   Shyly, I glanced up and saw he was holding out the large towel.  I
stepped closer to him.  He wrapped it around me and pulled my unresistng
body into his.  Slowly, he began to rub his big hands gently over my
shoulders and back, pressing my belly into the bulge at the juncture of his
thighs.  There was no doubt my stepfather wanted me aware, wanted me to
feel its hard, urgent mass against me.  Images of the last time I'd been
alone with him flooded my mind and a hot flush flowed from my tender
puckered nipples to my groin.  My breath caught in my throat.  I felt my
cheeks flame.

   "I notice you've been avoiding me, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said, his voice
deep, low of tone, but losing none of its authority.  His big hands cupped
my buttocks through the towel, gently fondling each rounded cheek as if he
were weighing ripe fruits.  The hard thing pressing at my tummy lurched,
just small spasms, but enough that I could distinctly feel it through his
garments."Can you give me good reason why I should not be offended by your
errant behaviour?  Why I should not punish you, give your lovely little
bottom what I would consider a well - deserved spanking?  Did you think you
could get away with it indefinitely?  If so, what on earth were you
thinking of?"

   I didn't - couldn't - answer his questions.  My mouth was dry; thoughts
rushed in confused chaos through my mind whilst, at the same time, the
sensations of his big hands roaming my bottom made my legs tremble, stirred
an inner heat and shivery excitement in my loins.  As much as I was telling
myself I didn't want what I knew was coming, my young body was already
betraying me, becoming aroused, telling me the opposite.

   "Your silence informs me of your guilt, Anna," my stepfather said.  He
took the towel from my warmed skin.  My hands protectively reached to cover
my nakedness as I stepped back from him.  "I'm very disappointed in you. 
Do you know that, because of your insolent behaviour, I was so annoyed I
decided to punish Katy and your mother instead of you.  You forced me to
take firm action, to make them feel the pain you should have felt."

   I looked up into his dark features, my tearful eyes locking with the
cold grey of his.  I wanted to ask what he had done to my mother and
sister, why he had to be so cruel to us, but a fearful paralysis took my
voice.  I bit my bottom lip and held my silence.

   "Ah, you look a little shocked, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs smiled, but this time
without humour.  "Come now, what did you expect me to do?  Turn a blind
eye? Let you go on antagonizing me without penalty?  I bet you're curious
now, eh?  I bet you are wondering what I did to them on your behalf?  Well,
if you promise to be an obedient little girl from now on, promise to
behave, not provoke my anger any further, I may tell you all about it - in
detail.  Better yet, I may even show you.  What do you say to that then?"

   The silence that filled the room made my ears hurt.  Mr.  Hobbs waited
patiently for my reply, like he had all the time in the world.  After a
long minute I eventually found my voice.

   "I...I'm sorry, sir.  I'll be good from now on," I whimpered,
resignedly. "I promise.  I will do everything you tell me.  I will never
mishave again.  Not ever."

   Mr.  Hobbs nodded.  "Well, in view of the way you have failed to keep
your promises so far, I don't hold out much hope.  However, I'll give you
another chance to prove yourself.  We shall see how you fare.  Put your
hands by your sides and stand up straight."

   Reluctantly, seeing the gleam in his eyes, I did as I was told.

   "Good...  Better, much better.  Now turn around for me, a full circle -
slowly.  Oh yes, you look absolutely beautiful naked, Anna.  Better than
I'd imagined actually.  Stretch your arms over your head and spread your
legs.  That's it.  Wider...yes, like that.  Don't move.  I want to have a
good look at you.  If you move an inch, I shall spank your lovely bottom
harder than it's possible for you to even contemplate right now. 
Understand?"

   I nodded.  Indeed, I understood fully.

   I became as much like a statue as my trembling nerves would allow.  I
thought of Katy, my dear sister.  Why hadn't she told me anything about
what Hobbs had done to her?  This man obviously had more of a hold over all
of us than I'd ever have thought possible.  How I missed my Dad.  Why did
he have to go away and die on some far off battlefield, leave us, his
beloved family, at the mercy of such beastly men as this?  Sometimes, life
can be so unfair, so cruel.

   A chimney downdraft spurred the fire into an urgent, crackling flame
over the coals, and a flickering orange light danced around the gloomy
room. I was feeling unduly warm and not all because of the heat from the
fire.  Stretching myself to my fullest height, I gazed to the high ceiling
and I felt rather than saw the approach of my stepfather.  I shivered as he
traced a thick finger the length of my spine, dipping it into the crease of
my bottom, wriggling it up and down in there for a bit.

   "Oh, Anna.  You have such lovely skin, white as fresh cream, totally
unblemished; softer, smoother than silk."

   He was so close behind me I could feel his breath on my neck and the
hard lump of his privates pressing into the top of my buttocks.  He put his
hands around my raised wrists and slowly, gently slid them down to my
underarms, his thumbs on my shoulderblades, his fingers so long they
reached around to my bubbies and tingling nipples.  His touch was so light
it tickled and I couldn't help flinching.  My whole body trembled and my
breath caught in my throat.  Gently, he began to play with the rigid nubs
of my prominent nipples, his fingers circling, then nipping and lightly
pinching them.  I gasped and couldn't help squirming like a worm caught on
a fishing hook.

   "Be still now, Anna - or else," Mr.  Hobbs breathed hotly into my ear
and pinched both my nipples between his fingertips so hard, I almost cried
out.  Shards of tingling pain sparked from my nipples to my privates.  I
stiffly held my pose and made no sound, but tears welled in my eyes
blurring my vision.  I gasped and my tummy heaved.  My spread legs trembled
so much I nearly collapsed to the floor but, by some small miracle, managed
to remain on my feet.

   "That's a good girl," Mr.  Hobbs chuckled and, once more, gently pulled
and tugged on my nipples easing the pain somewhat.  "You have such
delightful nipples, Anna.  I can definitely feel some titty developing,
too. I could play with these little beauties for hours young lady."

   As Mr.Hobbs extolled the delights of my budding breasts, all the time
nipping and teasing my tingling nipples with his long eager fingers, making
my belly churn, I could feel him also blatantly nudging the bulge in his
trousers into my squirming buttocks.  My cheeks felt hot and flushed and I
bit my bottom lip to stop myself making any sound that would betray the
welling erotic sensations coursing through my veins.  My sex felt moist and
swollen.  Mr.  Hobbs licked at one of my ears and I violently shivered.

   "Yes, yes, that's it my girl," Mr.  Hobbs whispered.  "Surrender to the
pleasure.  Don't be afraid.  I won't hurt you - as long as you're behaving.
It's perfectly natural to enjoy being touched, to enjoy having your little
titties played with.  Press your bum back against me...go on.  A bit
more...yes, that's it.  Now wiggle...like a belly dancer.  That's right. 
Just like that.  Better.  Much better."



   Trembling, blushing furiously with embarrassment, I followed Mr.  Hobbs'
lewd instructions.  As I wriggled my bottom, I could feel him pressing the
large bulge into me, moving it up and down between my thrusting cheeks.  I
amazed myself by quickly establishing a steady, natural rhythm that,
judging by the way Mr.  Hobbs was huffing into my ear, he was greatly
enjoying.

   "Oh yes, Anna," he panted.  "You're a natural.  Good girl.  Good girl."

   In the throes of my lewd writhing, I happened to glance to my left and
in the large mirror on the wall saw the flickering shadows of the
fire-bathed reflection of the huge dark form of Mr.  Hobbs leaning into my
naked, stretched body, my bottom thrusting back into his urgent hips as he
molested my small tingling bubbies.  It was so disgusting to see, yet, at
the same time so...fascinating, so very exciting.  I could barely look
away, but as Mr.  Hobbs tugged harder at my nipples, my eyes closed and a
gutteral moan escaped my parted lips.

   "Ah, I think you're beginning to enjoy yourself, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said,
quietly chuckling.  "Stand as you are and do not move."

   I watched curiously as Mr.  Hobbs took the bath towel and spread it over
the seat cushion of one of the large armchairs.  The clock on the
mantlepiece chimed a mournful four-o-clock and I saw through the window
that it was almost totally dark outside.  My body, trembling from sexual
stimulation, also ached from being forced to hold one taut position for so
long.  My nipples tingled hotly, the tender, abused nubs sticking out into
stubby points from my heaving chest.  It was hard to control my hands and
stop them from dropping to continue where my stepfather had left off.  I so
much wanted to play with my own breasts - in front of my abuser!

   Mr.  Hobbs drew the long drapes and lit one of the gas lamps, turning it
low, leaving the gloomy room bathed in dancing shadows from the fire. 
"There, that's much more cosy.  Are you warmer now, Anna?"

   "Y-yes...sir," I mumbled, nervously.

   "Good.  Thought you would be." Mr.  Hobbs came and stood in front of me.
Pushing his hips forwards, he made no attempt to hide the huge bulge of
arousel tenting the front of his trousers.  I blushed as his eyes greedily
roamed my nakedness.  "Right, I expect you're tired from standing like that
for so long.  Go and sit in the armchair on the towel.  Have a rest."

   Relieved, I lowered my aching arms and unsteadily went to the armchair
and sat down on the towel-covered cushion.

   "Sit back and get comfortable.  I want you to spread your legs and place
them over the arms of the chair.  You might have to slide forwards a bit.

   Mortified at having to assume such a revealing position, I was about to
protest but, remembering my stepfather's warnings, thought better of it and
did as he told me.  The thickly padded arms of the chair were a comfortable
height, but I felt considerably uncomfortable.  My thighs were so widely
stretched I felt my moist cunny lips pout and pull stickily apart.  I saw
how Mr.  Hobbs' grey eyes gleamed with lust, stared openly at my lewd
display.  I felt my whole body flush with embarrassment and, unable to
witness his avid gaze any longer, I turned my face aside and closed my
eyes.

   "Good girl," Mr.  Hobbs whispered.  "Very good."

   He came over and got down on his knees, right in front of me.  A shudder
ran through my body and hot flushes burned my cheeks.  I so much wanted to
sit up straight, pull my legs tightly together, run from the room: Escape.
Confusingly, my curiousity so roused, I also wanted to stay just where I
was and allow my stepfather to do as he wished with me.  Inwardly I prayed
that this would end soon, but my mother wouldn't be home for at least
another hour-and-a-half.  Mr.  Hobbs had total domination over me for all
that time.  What awful things did he have planned for me I wondered? 
Helplessly, heart pounding in my chest, I waited...and waited.

   "Mmm, you have such a pretty cunny, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said, hoarsely. 
"So ripely plump for one so young.  So smooth, neat and fresh-looking and
your pleasure button looks as though it is in need of a good deal of
attention.  It sticks out like an eager little cock.  Do you know what a
cock is, Anna?  A cock is what boys and men have.  Don't worry, I'll teach
you all about cock soon enough.  Not a hair to be seen.  So creamy smooth;
smooth and silky soft like a ripe, split peach.  It's
beautiful...absolutely beautiful.  You should be pround to show off such a
lovely fat little cunt, my girl.  Very proud indeed.  Do you play with it,
play with these plump lips and make yourself feel good, Anna?  You should
you know.  Such a delightful treasure needs to be played with everyday. 
You need to feel the pleasure everyday."

   Oh my gosh.  I couldn't speak, couldn't answer such disgusting
questions, but immediately thought of the intimate things Katy and myself
had been doing in the privacy of our bedroom.  My head spun and my insides
churned with the thoughts and the rude things my stepfather was saying to
me.  I covered my eyes and half my blushing cheeks with my hands.  I could
hardly catch my breath.  My temples throbbed, my nipples tingled and my
belly heaved.  Then I felt it and almost leapt from the armchair!

   Something warm, soft and slippery-wet traced the length of my sex.  I
couldn't help myself.  My belly tensed and I thrust my hips and cunny up
and into the probing wet thing.

   Oh gosh...ooh gosh...OOOH YES!

   My thighs spasmed and my belly twitched uncontrollably.  Pleasure washed
over me in such sweeping waves, I thought my heart would burst.  I could
not believe what he was doing, but knew instantly what it was.  Katy had
done a similar thing to me more than once and I to her.  Mr.  Hobbs, my
stepfather, the cruel beast I loathed and feared, was giving me his torrid
tongue!  The shock and intensity of the sensations was exquisite!  As he
lustily licked up and down my entire cleft and around my pleasure button, I
groaned aloud, unable any longer to hide or deny the delicious pleasure he
was affording me.

   My wide-stretched thighs quivered and I made to draw them together, but
Mr.  Hobbs placed his big hands behind my knees and held me forcibly in
position, all the while devilishly, wetly, ministering to my out-thrust
cunny.  I gasped for every breath and my belly and buttocks writhed
uncontrollably.  My erect nipples tingled with pulses of electric energy
and my body felt like it was on fire.  Wave after wave of vibrant ecstasy
raced through my veins as my stepfather pursed his thick lips over my
pleasure button and eagerly sucked on the hypersensitive bud.  I cried out
and my entire body spasmed into a prolonged fit of quivering convulsions.

   Mr.  Hobbs raised his head.  I looked up at him through heavy-lidded
eyes.  He smiled down at me as he used one hand to fondle the nipple of my
left breast and traced my wet, open cunny with a long, thick finger of his
other hand.  I felt strangely languid, exhausted even, and could raise no
hint of protest at anything my stepfather chose to do with me.

   "W-what...happened?" I whispered, hardly able to speak at all.

   Mr.  Hobbs, still touching me, chuckled.  "I made you cum my little
lovely.  You enjoyed it, too, didn't you?  In fact, I think you quite loved
it.  You are one lusty little wench when you get going."

   Cum?  I didn't understand the word, but as for enjoying it of that there
was no doubt.  I nodded.  I felt his thick finger easing between my dilated
cunny lips, slowly slipping in me just a bit, then out, then in again, each
time going a little deeper, gradually filling me.  It didn't hurt but felt
quite strange.

   "You have such a sweet cunt, Anna," Mr.  Hobbs said, his voice
seductively deep and soft.  "Your young juices flow like a river and taste
like pure, sweet nectar.  I'm going to taste you much more often from now
on my girl, of that you can be certain."

   As Mr.  Hobbs spoke, his thick finger slid slowly in and out of my wet
cunny.  He eased it in so far now, I felt it filling me up and, every now
and then, it would bump against something deep inside me and make my belly
twitch.  The sensations were odd, but the more he did it, the wetter, more
slippery I became and the nicer it begun to feel.  Without being aware of
it, my hips slowly rocked in time with the probing finger, pushing my
pouting cunny up to meet each inward plunge.

   "Ooh!" I moaned and closed my eyes, willingly surrendering to these new
sensations.

   "Yes, that's it my little lovely," Mr.  Hobbs muttered, his voice almost
a whisper.  "This is called finger-fucking.  My goodness, you really like
the finger as well don't you?  Your tight little quim is getting juicer by
the second.  That's it...move your cunny on to it as I push in. 
Ye-es...like that.  That is very good.  That's it...fuck my finger...good.
Very good."

   Finger-fucking?  Another new word - fucking.  The crudeness, the
sensuousness of the word echoed around my mind.  Fuck!  Fucking!  I moaned
again as hot flushes once more spread through my body.  Suddenly, Mr. 
Hobbs stopped 'finger-fucking' me and stood up leaving my cunny feeling
strangely empty and needy and me feeling not a little disappointed.  I
watched through half-open eyes as he undid the front of his trousers.  A
moment later I was staring wide-eyed at his huge privates.

   "Look what you've done to my cock, Anna," he said, smiling down at me.
"See how big and stiff you've made it?"

   Oh, my gosh!  It reminded me of a large, sausage, long and thick and
veined.  I couldn't take my eyes from the monster.  Mr.  Hobbs held it in
his right hand, his fingers curled around the thick stem.  He moved his
hand slowly back and forth and a roll of skin peeled back momentarily
revealing a fat, bulbous, purple-coloured head.  My stepfather stepped
closer and leaned over me.

   "Touch it, Anna," he said.  "Touch my cock.  Don't be afraid.  It won't
hurt you."

   When I didn't move, my stepfather took my right hand, tugged it to his
person and forced my fingers around the hard, hot length.  He moved my hand
with his until, confident I had the right rhythm, he let go and keenly
watched my progress.  The monster, the...'cock', felt strange in my timid
palm; hot, hard yet soft, the skin moving easily along the thick, veiny
stem.  Each time the domed purple head peeked from it's hiding place, it
glistened wetly in the firelight.  I stared transfixed, hypnotised by such
a fascinating thing.  As I moved my hand back and forth, my cunny seemed to
pulse in sympathy.

   "That's it," Mr.  Hobbs said, breathlessly, thrusting his hips slowly
into my grip.  "Yes.  Good girl.  Squeeze a little more...yes, that's
right. Just like that.  Wank my big fat cock for me.  Make me feel the
pleasure I made you feel when I licked your sweet quim."

   I watched in wide-eyed fascination as my hand rubbed the cock until my
wrist begun to ache, as did the tautness of my wide-spread thighs.  My
stepfather groaned, then placed his hand on mine and stopped the motion.

   "That's enough for a moment, Anna," he said, his breathing laboured. 
"My god, you have a fine touch.  You almost made me spend.  Good girl.  I'm
very pleased with you.  Put your legs down and rest for a while.  I think
it's time for Katy to join us."

   At the mention of my sister, panic took hold of me and I made to get up
and reach for my clothes.

   "No...don't spoil things by being silly, now," Mr.  Hobbs said, sternly.
"Stay in the chair.  Just stay as you are!"

   He went and opened the lounge door and I anxiously bit my lip as I heard
him call out to Katy.  A moment later, my beautiful sister bounded into the
room.  Her eyes went first to me, then to Mr.  Hobbs, then back to me
again. Her blue eyes roamed my nakedness and she smiled.  My stepfather
stood watching her, his hand slowly stroking his still-exposed, fiercely
erect manhood.

   "Katy, my beauty," he said.  "Take your clothes off.  I want you to show
Anna how I've taught you to pleasure me."



   "Yes, Daddy," Katy said, her eyes going from his face to exposed
privates to me then back to his face again.  I stared disbelievingly as,
without a moments hesitation, she smiled confidently and obediently began
to remove her dress.  In a trice, she was standing unashamedly naked but
for her white, figure-hugging knickers.

   Mr.  Hobbs came and stood beside the armchair.  "Anna, spread your legs
over the arms of the chair again.  I want you to show Katy and myself your
pretty little quim.  Katy come over here.  Good girl.  Hold my cock."

   Cheeks burning, I spread my legs as told to do and watched as my sister
came to stand in front of our stepfather.  She reached out and held his
massive cock in her small hand.  She smiled down at me as she slowly
caressed the angry-looking monster in much the same fashion as he'd shown
me.  A wave of electric excitement washed over and through me removing my
awkward, blushing embarrassment in a second.  My gosh,it was so exciting to
watch darling Katy play with a man's cock.  Her blonde hair shone in the
firelight as did her eyes and her little nipples were sharp points of
eagerness.  My belly rippled.  I could feel my dilated sex swelling and
moisture leak from me.

   "What do you think of Anna's pretty little cunny, Katy?" Mr.  Hobbs
asked.

   Katy stared down at me for the longest time, taking in every detail of
my rude exposure, firelight sparkling in her eyes.  Never once did her
caressing hand cease it's steady rhythm on Mr.  Hobbs' enormous member. 
Then she whispered: "It's very pretty.  Is my cunny as pretty as Anna's,
Daddy?"

   "Oh yes, darling.  You both have the prettiest cunnies in the world."

   Looking down at my spread and fully exposed body, Mr.Hobbs reached
behind Katy and slid one of his big hands under the elastic waistband of
her knickers.  Breathing heavily, he slowly fondled and caressed her bare
bottom.  My sister's eyes closed and her lips parted as she continued to
pump the rigid maleness in her small pale hand.  She opened her legs wider,
giving him better access, and my stepfather took full advantage of her
willing surrender moulding each firm, rounded cheek with gentle, but deeply
probing enthusiasm.  Katy looked up into the face of our molester, her face
aglow, her eyes adoring.

   "Am I doing it right, Daddy?"

   "Perfect, my little darling," Mr.  Hobbs muttered, his breathing like
that of a galloping stallion.  "Now get on your knees and show Anna how you
make me cum."

   I watched as Katy knelt before the towering hulk of our stepfather.  Oh,
my gosh.  When I saw her unhesitatingly open her mouth and take the fat,
purple head of the huge cock between her moist lips, I was utterly shocked,
disgusted, enthralled and fascinated all at the same time.  Mr.  Hobbs
grunted, placed one of his big hands behind Katy's head and with a languid
motion of his hips, slowly pumped his huge organ in and out of my sister's
mouth.

   "Oh yes...Oh yes.  That's it.  Good girl.  Suck it, darling.  Suck my
cock...Oooh, yes!"

   Mr.  Hobbs gasped his pleasure loudly.  After a while, he eased my
sister off of his throbbing stalk.  "Enough for now, darling.  I want you
to lick Anna's cunny.  Make her feel as good as you make me feel."

   Katy wiped her wet lips on the back of her hand.  She waddled on her
knees until she was in front of me.  Smiling, she bent forwards and, for
the second time this gloomy afternoon, I felt an eager warm, wet tongue
slipping along my gaping cleft.  She found my pleasure bud in an instant,
pursed her soft lips directly over it, and delicately began to lick and
suckle it.  My belly spasmed and my thighs jerked uncontrollably as she
transported me into an immediate tumultuous fit of unbridled bliss. 
Panting urgently, I cried out in delight.

   Mr.  Hobbs chuckled, leaned over me and, holding my head firm with one
hand, he pressed his throbbing, turgid member to my lips.

   "Open, Anna," my stepfather whispered.  "Suck now."

   As waves of pleasure swept over me, it was impossible to resist.  As my
lips parted to cry out again, Mr.  Hobbs eased the bulbous head of his cock
into my mouth.  He went deep.  I almost gagged as the hot, stiff organ
nudged the back of my throat, but he eased out an inch, then in
again...then out and back in.  I was surprised at the lack of taste and how
easily I was able to adapt to this fierce intrusion.  I allowed my abuser
to have free will.  He pumped steadily.  I sucked.

   "Oh Jesus," Mr.  Hobbs grunted.  "Oh, good girl.  Suck it nicely. 
Yes,like that.  Use your tongue...more.  Yes, yes.  Like that.  Good. 
good! Yees...I'm coming now.  I'm coming!  Keep sucking.  Don't stop,
Swallow the cream!  Swallow it all!"

   I felt the spurts of hot, salty, slightly bitter 'cream' filling my
mouth just as Katy sent another thunderous wave of electric bliss shooting
through my contorting body.  I didn't want to swallow but had little choice
as the cock slid deeper, continued to plunder my mouth and throat.  Under
this twin assault, I was completely helpless to prevent it.  The cream
pulsed down my throat and into my quivering belly and Mr.  Hobbs roared
like a wounded lion.

   My stepfather held his cock in my mouth for a moment or two, unmoving,
his own trembling vibrating through my reeling head.  Eventually, he slowly
slid the softning organ from my mouth.  Though my thoughts were in complete
dissaray, a warm, satiated peace flowed over me.  Katy, cheeks glowing,
looked at me with those same adoring eyes, licked her wet, smiling lips and
got to her feet.  She looked at Mr.  Hobbs.

   "Did I do it right, Daddy?"

   "Perfectly, my little darling," Mr.  Hobbs said, smiling, tucking his
member from sight and buttoning his trousers.  " Both of you, get
yourselves dressed now.  It's time to prepare supper."





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