The Apprentice Mesmerizer part 5
Mother's bra was large compared with the bra that Sandra or Pauline
had. Her teats were half bulging out of each cup as if they were waiting
for my hands to release them.
I tried to unfasten the two hooks holding her bra at the back, but I
couldn't do this without her help since she was lying on her back.
Therefore I ordered her to remove both her blouse as well as her bra. It
was a most erotic spectacle as I watched her sitting on the edge of her
bed, her eyes looking straight-ahead and nowhere in particular. She first
took off her blouse and she let if fall on the bed next to her. She then
reached behind her back with both hands, and once the hooks of her bra
were undone, she pulled both shoulder straps down and took the
garment off. As soon as she was finished she once again stretched on
her back.
For the next few minutes, my eyes devoured the sight of her naked
bosom and her voluptuous warmth pervaded throughout my whole
body. Here before my eyes were the very teats that had actually fed me
when I was a baby. Then an irresistible desire to suck them once more
took hold of me as my whole body began to quiver with passion and
desire. At last, I was able to summon enough courage and I placed both
of my hands on her milk-white breasts.
I squeezed and pinched both nipples, they immediately stood quite
erected as if they were daring me to get bolder. Then before I could
thing of what I was about to do, I quickly bent my head down and I
kissed her left nipple. I felt a vibration spreading through her body
while at the same time I heard her whisper something that I couldn't
make out.
Soon I felt both of her hands at the back of my head as she further
pushed my face into her bosom.
I sucked one nipple then the other, and all the time both of my hands
were lifting and pressing the heavy teats that fascinated me as they
shifted one way and then the other, depending how she moved her
body. Soon I was no longer able to restrain myself and I shoved my
whole face in the valley between both spheres.
The incestuous touches awakened all of my passions, and with an
obscene lust I climbed on top of her and I began to rub my cock against
her body. Even though there were many layers of material separating
my cock from her cunt I could feel my spunk boiling at the base of my
cock as I felt her cunt bone pressing against my erection and before I
reached an organs I had to stop all movements.
I remained very still, lying on her with my head resting against her
abundant bosom while she held me tightly in her arms. Mother was in
an exited state, I could tell since her breathing was fast and while her
mouth was half opened, she kept on rhythmically shoving her lower
body against the bulge in my pants.
This was too much for me. Without my being able to prevent it, a very
intense climax was upon me. My whole body shook with convulsions
as my cock pulsated in my pants while waves after waves of intense
pleasure were spreading throughout every part of my body even making
my toes curl in passion.
Once the storm was over, I rested again on top of her. Gradually her
hands stopped stroking my back and her breathing became more regular
and softer. It was plain to see that mother, even in her trance, had been
aware of my passions, and that for a while I came very close to awaken
in her the latent lubricity of her nature.
Now that the edge of my passion had been satisfied, the realization of
what I had done began to sink in. But deep inside my brain I still could
feel another storm of excess lust being rekindled as I felt the warmth of
her body against mine.
I looked into her face, she was still very beautiful with the same
sensuous mouth and thick lips that I found so attractive in Sandra.
Mother still had her lips half parted and I couldn't resist the temptation
to press my own lips against hers.
Later, I couldn't exactly say who took the initiative, but half a minute
later we were exploring each other's mouth with our tongues. This had
the effect of stimulating her to such a height that her hands once again
began to move all over my back and bottom.
Once again I began to pay attention to her breasts with my hands, and
soon my cock had regained all of its previous hardness. Suddenly I felt
one of her hand between our two bodies and in no time she had
unhooked my leather belt and had open the front of my pants. So as to
assist her, I lifted myself a few inches above her body, and when I felt
her hand close around my cock, it began to quiver while my breathing
became very sporadic.
But breathing was the last thing that concerned meat the moment. I
lowered my right hand below her left knee, until I touched the hem of
her skirt, which I pulled up until my hand rested on the bare skin of her
knees. Higher went my hand, until it was between the soft, warm inside
of her thighs.
Her legs, and especially her thighs, were bigger than Sandra's was, but
her flesh was as soft as that of my sister, and against my hand I could
feel the heat emanating from her body.
When my hand reached the crotch of her panties - I could tell by the
softness of the material that she was wearing the new nylon type of
panties that she didn't want Sandra to wear - it felt sticky with her
anticipated excitement.
The instant that I pressed my hand on her cunt, a sight escaped from her
mouth, while at the same time she lifted her bottom from the bed. She
released my cock, then she lowered both of her hands to her panties and
the next instant they were below her knees, she once again took
possession of my erection with her hand holding it in a tight grip as if
afraid of losing it.
By now I was in the seventh heaven of delight. Not only was she
stroking my cock very expertly, but also her bare cunt was available to
my hands. By removing her panties she had given me an invitation -
that no one in his right mind could refuse - to fondle her cunt and also
probably to fuck her.
The first thing that struck me when my hand actually touched her cunt,
was the abundance of hairs everywhere. It seemed to go as high as her
navel, and the curls between her thighs were long and thick with soft to
my touches. Even though I couldn't see the color of her curls at that
moment, I knew that they would be the same brown as Sandra's hair.
Gradually I was able to slip off from her body, and although I still held
on to one breast with one hand - all of the time she also held my
erection in her hand - my other hand continued to explore her lower
body. Now that I was partly off her body, she was able to open her legs
wider and I fingered her cunt with passion even as I climbed back on
top of her, and soon her bum was wriggling and her legs quivering with
pleasure. Then with a low yawning, half-moan, half-sight, she spent on
my fingers.
As for myself, I was very near a climax of my own, but it was not my
intention to ejaculate so soon and outside of her cunt, so I did the only
thing to prevent my climax. With my hand, I forced her to release my
pulsating cock that she was very expertly stroking all the time.
I then proceeded to lower myself between her opened legs until my
head was between her knees where her panties were blocking my
progress. To remove them, it took only a few seconds - she even
assisted me by bending both legs at the knees - and as soon as it was
done I resumed my crawling between her outstretched thighs until my
head was only a few inches from her fuming cunt.
Her lips were fat and long, and the pinky gash in-between was half-
opened and very sticky with her recent climax by mean of my hand.
Using both of my hands, I laid the lips well back and apart, and there
they remained open, the interior of her enchanting cunt was of exquisite
salmon-pink in color and her clitoris bulged out in excitement at my
touches. Below, was the opening to the vagina which I also parted with
my fingers, I could see the corrugated sides of her tunnel that was
responsible for the pleasure that she gave to the lucky prick that was so
fortunate to have found its way within. Even deeper down, I saw the
tubular pink flesh, and even as I pushed a finger within, I could see the
walls being stretched so as to allow the largest prick to penetrate. It then
occur to me that Uncle Charles' prick had most probably been inside her
hole this very morning before he left.
Never, would I have imagined that a cunt could be so long and
stretched so wide, I now had three fingers well inside and there was
room for more. Could it be possible for my whole hand to get in? I had
to know. Pushing the first and forth fingers under the middles ones
whiles my thumb went between, I slowly pushed inside her cunt, and
soon my whole hand slipped into her reeking gash. It felt very warm
inside and also extremely slippery and wet, but most of all it felt very
unbelievably exiting.
Deeper I went, until my fingers - which I now could open easily -
touched what seemed to be the end of her passage. There was
something like a thumb-size projection at the end - later in life, when I
got older, I learned that it was called the womb - and my whole hand
seemed as though it was inside a bag-like envelope that contracted
around my whole hand.
When I rotated my hand inside, my wrist stretched her cunt's lips and it
reminded me of a thick cock that was being caressed by her clinging
lips. Then she began to upheave her bottom and twist her lower body
around my wrist and the next thing that I knew, her cunt became
soaking wet as she spent once again.
During all this time, my prick had been rubbing against the bed
underneath me, and I was once more very close to spending. To prevent
this, I pulled my hand out of her cunt - not without an effort from my
part as her cunt seemed reluctant to let my hand leave her hungry
vagina - and I climbed back on top of her.
It wasn't necessary for me to guide my erection into her hole since her
gash was now so wide that it slipped between her waiting lips of its
own. It felt warm and alive with the constant convulsions, and soon the
walls of her vagina contracted around my column of flesh and it felt as
tight as it had ever felt inside Sandra or Pauline.
Half a dozen strokes later, I released my load deep within her. After
that first bout, we fucked again and again, and all the time she seconded
me with each and every shoves I gave her. Yes, that Sunday afternoon I
discovered that mother was an exceedingly passionate and sensual
woman indeed.
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From then on, I had at my disposal, two very attractive and voluptuous
females to fuck and fondle at my command and anytime I felt like it.
That wasn't counting Pauline that I continued to see every Saturday
evening.
For the following three weeks I had a great time with both mother and
Sandra, and every night was spent with either one or the other, and even
during the day I often fucked them.
But before I was aware of it, fucking became a necessity in my life and
I soon realized that I couldn't go on for a sustained period of time
without having a woman. But having two women at my disposal
continuously plus my fucking Pauline each Saturday evening, was
demanding a great deal of my energy. It soon became clear to me that I
wouldn't be able to keep up this way of life for a very long time without
endangering my health. I was loosing weight, even though I was eating
more than ever, and what was scaring me the most was the fact that the
more that I fucked, the more I felt like doing it. At last it became
necessary for me to sleep by myself every other night since I felt myself
getting weaker as the days went by.
But at the same time, I also noticed a distinct difference in both mother
and Sandra whenever I was making love to them. They both became
much more active in our lovemaking. IL began to notice as the days
went on, that they were finding much more pleasure in our regular bouts
of fucking. Both were getting more aggressive as I fucked them, also
the noises and racket they made as I poked them, grew louder and
stranger the more I had sex with them.
Of course, when they weren't under my hypnotic influence they
gradually became much more affectionate toward me also.
Sandra hadn't seen Paul for close to two months now, even though I
tried very hard to encourage her to go out with him. I was missing her
usual account of what had happen between her and Paul, but short of
ordering her to go out with him, - a thing that I dared not do since I
couldn't predict how she would react if I did this - she was very
reluctant to see him again. Then I got an idea.
Uncle Charles had never missed a weekend to visit mother for a long
time now, and every time he left, I would order mother to describe to
me in details, every things they had done together, and by now I was
pretty much aware of his great appetite for fucking.
Every few weeks, mother had to work on Saturday, sometime it was on
Saturday night and other times it was from eight to four during the day.
One Saturday that she was working during the day, Uncle Charles
arrived as usual on Friday evening and the next morning after mother
left for work, I placed Sandra into a trance while she was in her room. I
told her that she was to do all in her power to seduce Uncle Charles
while mother was away.
To do this, I explained to her that she was to wait until I had gone out of
the house, - I had work to do in the barn - just after I had given her the
signal which was a certain phrase I would say to her. When I would be
ready to leave the house, I was to say to her " it's too hot here , I will
go finish my work in the barn " and this was to be the signal for her to
begin to seduce Uncle Charles.
Sandra didn't protest when I told her to do this. At first I had feared that
she would refused, but finally she did say that she would so it, in her
usual monotonous voice.
The temperature was hot indeed by midmorning, and when I gave her
the signal right in front of Uncle Charles, what I said didn't seem
strange to him. Just for a good measure, I added that I was going to be
there for the next few hours and if they should need me they were to
get me there.
Once outside, I immediately returned into the house using the back
door. I then hid myself in the hall behind one of the opened French
doors where I could see everything in the living room through the crack
between the door jam and the door itself.
They were both seated in the living room. Uncle was seated on the sofa
while my sister was in her favorite chair. He was reading and she was
knitting while the radio was playing.
Sandra's chair was facing him and she had both feet on the small
footstool in front of her.
Her legs were always changing position as if she was not comfortable,
but I knew that she was debating within herself whether she should give
way to the strong urge within her.
It must have been scaring her a little, one minute she had felt perfectly
normal and the next instant - after I had given her the signal - she felt a
strong, almost overwhelming urge to kiss and make love to Uncle
Charles.
From where I stood, behind the opened door in the hall, I then noticed
that she slowly lifted her legs as she bent her knees leaving both feet
resting flat on the footstool. The front half of her skirt remained over
her knees very decently, but her thighs and panties were soon visible
since gravity was pulling the other half of her skirt downward thus
exposing her panties.
She had done this quite innocently, and had I not known of her
intentions, I would have thought that she simply overlook the fact that
half of her skirt was no longer hiding her bottom.
Next, I saw her slowly opening her legs while she tilted her head
backward against the back of the chair - she was no longer knitting -
and she closed her eyes as if she was napping.
Uncle Charles, being seated directly in front of her, began to move
nervously as his eyes began to focus under her skirt. In the meantime
Sandra had managed -while changing position on the chair - to pull the
front of her skirt over her knees and as soon as they were exposed, the
weight of the material pulled the rest of her skirt downward toward the
middle of her thighs.
Then, without opening her eyes or moving, she said;
" Uncle Charles, do you think that I am old enough to have a
boyfriend? I am fourteen and a half you know. "
He was so shocked by the sight he was seeing, and also by her very
unusual question, that it took him a few seconds before he could
answer. But at last he managed to say;
" That depend if your mother approve of your going out with boys. " As
he said this I noticed that his voice was shaking.
" Well, this is the problem. Mother doesn't want me to go out with boys
yet. It feels so nice when I talk to a boy in school, and I feel hot inside
and outside, like I am now feeling just talking to you. "
" It must be because of the heat. "
" No, it's not the heat. Its something that burns inside me, here feel my
forehead, it almost seems as though I am having a fever. "
I could tell that he was reluctant to move, but he finally did get up and
he placed his hand against her forehead.
" I think that your temperature is quite normal. "
" Touch my arms they are also very warm. "
I saw him hesitate, but he did place his hand on the spot she had
indicated above her elbow, his hand remained there for a few seconds.
" Oh your hand feel so cool, leave it there it feel so nice against my
arm. "
She said this quite innocently, and at the same time she reached for his
hand on her arm and she held it there with her own hand. Uncle Charles
became very nervous as he stood above her. Sandra then added,
" Why don't you sit here and rub my arm? Please do. "
She indicated for him to sit on the arm of the chair, and as he complied
with her wish and sat, she placed her hand on top of his hand which was
still on her arm and she forced his hand to move all over her arm. I
could see that his fingers were rubbing the side of her breasts as she
pushed his hand back and forth.
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I noticed that he was very red in the face, but he let her continued to
guide his hand. She next forced his hand on the skin on the inside of
her arm and when she lowered her arm, his whole hand was being
pressed against the side of her breast.
" Your hand feel so good please rub me all over. "
Her head went back against the back of her chair and once again she
closed her eyes now leaving the initiative to him.
For a couple of seconds I saw no movement and not a sound was heard,
his hand seemed paralyzed against the side of her breast.
Did he know that Sandra was his daughter? Probably not since he had
never shown more affection toward her than he had toward me.
At last his hand opened around her arm and it closed a few times, but
during all that time his fingers remained in contact against her left
breast. His hand then began to move all over her arm, and he soon
moved it to her neck. He then proceeded to rub her shoulders - over her
blouse - with both hands and once again he returned to massaging her
arms. But now both of his hands were in contact with the sides of her
bosom. Then all of a sudden he reached for her breasts, one in each
hand. His fingers opened and closed on her firm teats for half a dozen
times before Sandra finally reacted.
" Please go on, it feel so good, it's the same pleasant feeling that I
experience when I think about boys. "
He then got bolder, his hands went on her neck just above her while
blouse and they slowly disappeared inside. I knew that his hands were
inside of her bra and that he was fondling her bare breasts.
As for Sandra, in all evidence she was enjoying every minute of this, it
was easy to see as I watched her face full of passions while her eyes
rolled in her sockets once in a while thus exposing the white of her
eyes.
" Your hands feel heavenly on my bosom, don't stop. I wish that you
would also rub my legs. " She said to him in a quivering voice.
By now I knew that he had lost the battle and whatever resistance he
might had had at the beginning was all but gone, she had seduced him. I
didn't blame him of course, after all what kind of a man could refuse
such an invitation.
While his left hand remained inside her bra, his right hand went to her
exposed knees. He then moved it high on her thighs and he busied
himself rubbing the soft skin in-between her round thighs. Sandra
reacted to his hand between her legs by shoving her bottom against it,
and while she began to rock her body in a rhythmic manner around his
hand , I saw her opening her legs wider so as to give him better access.
As this went on, she still had her eyes closed but it was plain to see that
she was getting a lot of pleasure from his exploring hand between her
legs.
I could now see only his moving wrist between her legs since her skirt
hid the rest of his hand. But it was easy for me to imagine what he was
doing to her.
All of a sudden, Sandra threw her arms around his neck and at the same
time she glued her lips to his.
They went on kissing while he kept on fondling her cunt and her breasts
for long minutes, and all the time I could hear their heavy breathing
and the smacking noises that their opened mouths and thrusting tongues
made as they took turn to invade each other's mouth.
Later, I saw that he was trying to shove his hand inside her panties, but
he was having trouble - probably because of the fact that he was not
used to deal with cotton panties with their high waist-band -but Sandra
came to his rescue, with her own hands she slipped them off completely
and she threw them on the floor at her feet.
This pause allowed him to recover a little and also gave him time to
think. I saw him look toward the kitchen, it was plain to see that he was
afraid that I should discover them.
" Lawrence could walk in, we have to be careful. " He finally
whispered in a croaked voice to Sandra.
" If he does come, we will hear him enter the house, I will pull my skirt
down and you will have time to return on the sofa. Please go on. "
He looked at her for a few seconds, she had her skirt around her waist,
her legs were half opened and her whole cunt was now exposed to his
eyes. The appetizing spectacle before his eyes was too much for him to
resist, and both of his hands went to work on her body.
His fingers began pinching her cunt's lips together and I saw him
rolling the back of his hand between the fold of her cunt, he was very
gentle in fondling her and it was apparent that he didn't want to hurt
her.
Next he proceeded to play with her bulging clitoris. She responded by
shoving her cunt against his hand and hugging him. Soon she inundated
his hand with her juice since I could see his hand glistering with her
juice, then her hands went to the front of his pants and she expertly
opened the front of his pants and I saw her push her hand deep inside.
When she pulled it out, she was holding a very thick and long cock in
her hand.
The size of his instrument surprised both Sandra and me. She must have
wanted to get a look at this giant cock she was holding because I saw
her lowering her head to examine it.
From where I was, it seemed twice as thick as mine and also much
longer. I began to wonder if it would fit my sister's young cunt.
As she examined it she expertly rubbed the thick column of flesh with
both hands while Uncle managed to open her blouse and unhook her
bra.
I could tell that he was very attracted to her young breasts and once her
bosom was fully exposed, he proceeded to kiss and suck each of her
firm half spheres.
This went on for a couple of minutes until Sandra bent her head lower
over his monster of a prick and she place her lips around the purple
glands of his organ. It was evident that she was having difficulties
getting the tip into her mouth, and only after she had opened it very
wide did she succeeded in getting all of the head inside.
I could well imagine her tongue curling and playing around his erection
as she sucked and milked it expertly. I was probably getting as much
pleasure watching them as they were themselves, and this instant
became a turning point in my life. It was on that day that I discovered
the exquisite delight that one can experience in observing others making
love.
From that day on, I also began to ask myself questions as to why some
men were so jealous of their mate. They feared that if their mate or girl
friend made love to another man, they would be left out in the cold and
lose the love of their partner.
But the opposite is true. A woman is just like a man as far as
experiencing variety in sex partners and games, and when she is given
the opportunity to enjoy variety, she will only appreciate her mate even
more afterward.
After all, she can't wear her cunt out, and quite the opposite, the more
she is fucked - whether it is the same cock or a different one - the more
she will be in need of it.
Of course some women will do it for money and most probably there is
not much pleasure involve in it for them.
To get pleasure out of sex, there has to be a will to participate and a
little adventure in it.
Whether it is the fear of getting caught by a jealous husband or by
society in general, the knowledge that what she is going goes against
certain people wishes or principles make it all the more exiting.
As I continued to watch Sandra sucking his cock I began to ask myself
if she was not doing it too expertly, after all in his eyes she was still a
young and innocent maiden. Then a thought suddenly hit me, suppose
he should discover that she is no longer a virgin. He certainly had a lot
of experiences with women, and there was no doubt in my mind that at
some point in his life, he had fucked a maiden, be it only his wife. He
was certainly aware of the revealing membrane of a girl's hymen, what
will be his reaction when he discover that Sandra hand already lost
hers?
Well it was too late now, I should have thought of this before initiating
this whole affair I told myself. I decided to watch and see what was
going to happen instead of worrying about the consequences of his
possible discovery.
The gland of his cock was almost the size of a small doorknob, and
each time that Sandra would pull her head up, half of the purple tip was
visible to my eyes. I saw him place his hands behind her head and he
began to slowly fuck her mouth with no regard as to how deep he was
plunging into her wide opened mouth. I watched Sandra trying to pull
her head away from his monstrous cock but he was holding her too tight
with his hands.
Then all of a sudden his body went rigid while his pumping of Sandra's
mouth got deeper and even stopped for a few seconds - thus giving
Sandra a little time to recover - then when he allowed her to pull her
mouth away a little I was able to observe thick, white discharge
shooting all over her face and into her mouth. Immediately after the first
couple of gushes she placed her mouth back on the tip of his cock and
she sucked and swallowed every drops that jetted out of the monstrous
cock.
Even though I knew that the eruption of his passion was over, they both
remained frozen, she with the tip of his cock in her mouth and Uncle
with one hand still at the back of Sandra's head. At last she released his
now half-hard cock - he was still sitting on the arm or her chair - and
she threw her arms around his neck. They kissed for long minutes then I
saw her whisper something into his ears. He seemed very surprise by
what she had said, but I heard him very clearly say to her.
" But you don't know what you are asking, it will hurt you if I do this.
It always hurt the first time. "
" Don't worry, go ahead I promises you that there will be no pain. "
" Definitely not. I will not be the one responsible for the lost of your
virginity; you do know what I mean don't you? "
Sandra didn't say anything, but she reached for his now very hard cock
and she continued begging him.
" You don't have to worry about the lost of my virginity since I have
already fuck many times. "
" What? Do you realize what you have said? How could this be
possible? "
Sandra didn't answer, but Uncle Charles demanded that she explain
what she had just met.
" I had a boyfriend in Maplelane and for the last six months he and I
have been doing it. So you see, there is no danger that you will hurt me,
beside the damage is already done, so what is wrong in my doing it one
more time with you? "
I could tell that he was very surprised but at last he must have seen the
logic behind her words, since his right hand went between her parted
legs and I saw him moving his hand over her quim probably checking if
what she had said about the lost of her hymen was true. But his action
caused his cock to become even harder and I could now see it pulsating
in my sister's hands. There were now no doubts in my mind that he was
going to fuck her.
Without a word being said by either of them, he placed himself in a
standing position between her legs and he proceeded to lift them, one
over each arm of the chair, then he aimed his prick between her cunt's
lips.
It took him a couple of trials to get the head of his huge cock within
her. From where I was I could see the lips of her cunt being stretched by
his enormous instrument as they had never been stretched before. Then
very slowly he pushed himself further within her as the inner lips of her
cunt clung to his prick in a most erotic embrace.
At last, the enormous column of flesh had penetrated all the way into
my sister's vagina causing her no apparent pain of discomfort.
Then he began moving his cock in and out at a faster and faster rate as
if his live was depending on it. He now had both of his hands on
Sandra's upper thighs so as to keep his balance while Sandra had her
arms around his waist trying to force him deeper within her.
At first he began grunting while she was sighing, but soon I could hear
her moaning in ecstasy while his panting went faster and louder.
For a while I thought that he would tear her love box apart as the whole
length of his tool would disappeared completely within her. Surely I
told myself, the head of his cock must be reaching as high as her
breasts. By now Sandra was making all sorts of exiting noises and then
I clearly heard her say;
" Oh, go on don't stop.......ah.......ah I'm coming. "
I felt a trill going through my whole body. There in front of me, just a
few feet away , I was actually watching my sister, or should I say my
half-sister having intercourse with her own father. Of course they were
both ignorant of their relationship, and this only added to the pleasure I
felt as I watched them.
They both came simultaneously as he ejaculated such a tremendous
amount of semen within her that a great quantity spilled over from her
overflowing cunt as it flooded the inside of her thighs with its glistering
reflection.
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When he withdrew his fuming prick from her soaking hole, it was
completely coated with his semen and her juice but it was still as hard
as ever, and to my astonishment, he made her climb on the chair with
her knees on the cushion and her breasts resting on its back. He then
stood behind her and he proceeded to insert his monster of a cock into
her dripping vagina from behind, he fucked her in this position for the
next fifteen minutes during which time, they both made all sort of
noises as their cries of passion were exiting me in to the utmost.
By now, I knew that Uncle had completely forgotten about the
possibility of my entering the house. I suppose that the excitement of
being allowed to fuck Sandra was reason enough for his imprudence.
His hands reached for her breasts and he eagerly stroke them while
fucking her. At last he ejaculated again, I could tell by the way he
shoved harder against her bottom and also their mingling moans
testified amply to their simultaneous pleasure. After Sandra's bottom
had given a few shudders around his cock he pulled away from her and
I could see his semen and her juice pouring out of her still opened hole.
It spilled all over her thighs and even on the cushion of the chair
between her parted legs.
Quickly, I went outside and a minute later I entered the house through
the kitchen door, making plenty of noise in the process. I then went to
the icebox and I poured myself a glass of milk, then I walked to the
living room.
There was an odor of perspiration and spunk in the air and they were
both seated and fully dressed as if noting special had ever happen.
Uncle Charles soon left the room without uttering a word and I heard
him leave the house through the kitchen door.
I immediately ordered Sandra into a trance and I told her to follow me
to my room.
Once there, I told her to sit on the edge of my bed and I proceeded to
lift her skirt. She hadn't bother to put her panties back on in her rush to
hide her nakedness. They were probably still in the living room
somewhere. Her cunt was in a mess, with juice and spunk everywhere,
and the hairs covering her lips were plastered with thick and sticky
spunk.
I had a terrific hard-on as I examined her, I probed her cunt with my
fingers and I saw semen coming out of her love hole. Her lips were red
and inflamed while the labia looked limp and half opened as if the
muscles in that area had become too slack.
I took my throbbing prick out of my pants and I placed the head near
the entrance of her cunt which was still half opened, my tool went in
easily between the soaking folds of her cunt and with a single shove, I
was completely imbedded into her vagina which was still full of spunk.
It took me only a few trusts before I felt the long jets of semen flooding
her already overflowing quim. Of course I had taken my pleasure too
quickly and she hadn't had enough time to get much out of my fuck.
Next I made her open her legs wide and I glued my lips to her cunt and
drank all the juice that I was able to suck from her, when there was
none left I proceeded to lick her all over.
Then she began to react to my sucking and licking, and gradually I felt
her legs opening and closing convulsively around my head as she spent
into my hungry mouth.
Once again I fucked her as she sighed deeply underneath me, and when
I was done with her half an hour later, I ordered her to go to sleep in her
room for half an hour.
I went down into the living room, it was empty and I deduced that
Uncle Charles was still outside cooling off. Then I began to look for
Sandra's panties, I found them underneath the sofa. After putting them
in my pocked I went into the barn to finish my work.
During supper that same evening, when we were all sitting around the
table, I noticed that Sandra and Uncle Charles were very friendly, I
hoped that mother wouldn't notice anything unusual about their
behavior. Of course Sandra knew perfectly well what she and Uncle
Charles had done in the afternoon, I hadn't order her to forget anything,
beside she had not been in a trance when she had fucked with Uncle
Charles and she was perfectly aware of what had happened. In other
word, I had ordered her to do something that she would not otherwise
have done - but she had found no strong objections in doing it- and she
had execute my order. But even though she knew perfectly well what
had happen between them, there seemed to be no apparent traces of
shame that I could detect in her behavior with Uncle Charles.
That night, I let my bedroom door open about half an inch and I kept an
eye into the hall.
There was always a forty watts light bulb lightning the hall during the
night in case someone had to go the bathroom. It was thus easy for me
to see who was in the hall. At around twelve thirty I saw Uncle Charles
leave his room and he entered mother's room without even bothering to
knock.
After ten minutes, I left my own room and I went to listen in front of
their door. I could clearly hear mother's bed squeak as well as the noise
that two people make when they are fucking.
Uncle Charles left the following day, and mother began working her
day shifts on Monday. I was therefore along in the house with my sister.
It was now my intention to fuck her while she wasn't in a trance. Now
that I had observed her having intercourse with Uncle Charles while she
wasn't in a hypnotic trance, it was clear to me that she was much more
passionate when she knew exactly what she was doing. Beside there
had been no negative reaction from her part after her fuck with Uncle,
so I was aware that if I was to fuck her when she knew exactly what she
was doing, she wouldn't react aggressively toward me afterward.
She was in the kitchen putting away the dishes. I sat on a chair around
the table and I watched her a few minutes without saying a word. She
became a little nervous from my staring at her, and after a while she
asked me if there was something wrong.
" No, there is nothing wrong but I am sure that mother would not say
the same if she knew what you did last Saturday with Uncle Charles. "
She stopped moving around and she looked at me with an expression of
surprise, but the reddening of her face betrayed her.
" What do you mean by this? "
" You and Uncle Charles, I saw you fucking in the living room when
you though that I was working in the barn. "
She looked at me with her mouth half-open, she started to say
something, but the words wouldn't come out. I then added;
" He was pushing his prick into your cunt and you were helping him do
it. "
Using these bawdy words while talking to my sister was exiting me a
great deal, but by her expression I could tell that she was shocked and
scared.
" You are a liar. How awful that you say a thing like that, I will tell
mother when she gets back. "
From my pocked, I then pulled her panties that I had pick from under
the sofa. I held them in front of her.
" Do tell her, and then you will explain to her how it is that I got these
from under the sofa. "
Her hand went to reach for her undergarment, but I was faster than she
was and I pulled them away before she could grab it.
" Tell me little sister, what will mother think when I tell her what I
have seen and then when I show her the proof of what you did. "
Once more I shoved her panties in front of her. Again she tried to reach
for them. But I was too fast. With a smile on my lips I brought them to
my nose and I inhaled through the material.
" Yes they do smell of male semen. "
" This is impossible, I didn't put them on after........."
All of a sudden she realized that she had already said too much while
her words had been an admission from her part. Had she kept on
denying what she had done, there was nothing that I could have proven
against her. Having in my possession a pair of her panties, wasn't a
proof. Her reaction was then as I expected. She hid her face with her
hands and she began to cry.
" Listen Sandra, I won't tell any of this to mother if you admit the truth
to me. But you must admit it now. "
She kept on crying as she sat on a chair around the table next to me. I
went and stood behind her, then I placed my hands on her shoulders.
" Well, what do you say? Do I tell mother or do you admit the truth to
me right now? "
" Yes, yes, I admit it. It is all true. "
She was now almost in a state of shock, he face was covered with tears
and I thought it would be better if I didn't say a word for a while. When
I saw that her crying began to subside a little, I began to gently rub her
shoulders with my hands as I said;
" This is better, You don't have to be ashamed about what you did.
After all, no one was hurt by your action, Uncle Charles is non of the
worst for it and since you both got a lot of pleasure from all this, I am
glad for you. But you mustn't let mother know about it, you know how
old fashion she is. "
My words seemed to have a calming effect on her and she almost stops
sobbing completely. She looked at me with her eyes full of tears, she
even tried to smile at me in appreciation. I then add;
" But there is one thing that I am a little angry about. Do you think it's
fair for you to permit Uncle Charles to have intercourse with you while
I, your own brother, have never even touched your beautiful teats? "
Again she looked at me, but now there was surprise and even shock in
her look.
" But you are my brother, I can't let you ........do this. "
" What has being your brother got to do with it? I see you all the time
around the house, I often tried to imagine how you would look naked. I
am going crazy thinking about this. Now that I have seen you almost
naked with Uncle Charles, and I know how beautiful your breasts are
and your thighs are so round and plumb, I must kiss you all over. "
She seemed genuinely please to hear the compliments I was making
her, but she wasn't convinced yet. The fact that we were brother and
sister seemed to bother her more than anything else.
" But Lawrence, if you were not my brother then it would be different.
Think how awful it would be if people ever learned of this. "
" What people think is not important, beside how would they find out?
Imagine how much fun it would be, we have plenty of opportunities
since we are often alone together. Nobody has to know about this. "
She didn't answer, but I knew that I was gaining ground in helping her
make a decision.
My hands began to move again on her shoulders, then I let my right
hand roam over her naked arm and on the side of her neck. Before she
had time to react I lowered my hand on her right breast over her blouse
and before she pulled my hand away I had time to feel her for a few
seconds.
" Please Lawrence, don't. It would be incest, and it's very wrong. "
" There isn't much difference in being fucked by your brother than
being fucked by your uncle. "
Of course she wasn't aware that Uncle Charles was really her father and
had she known this she probably wouldn't have even tried to seduce
him. As I looked at her, I took her panties in my hand and I held them
over my face.
" I am dying to place my face where these have been. Please let me, and
I promises that nobody will ever know."
I then pulled my chair closer to hers and I placed her panties on the
table in front of her. Next, I took her hand in mine and I kissed the back
of her hand. Then I sucked two of her fingers into my mouth. She just
stood there and looked at me with tears still clinging to her cheeks while
her face was cherry red.
My lips then went on the back of her hand again and they moved along
her arm until I was kissing her shoulder - she was still wearing a white
sleeveless blouse - next I proceeded to kiss her underarm just over her
bra. I could detect a few drops of perspiration in the pit of her arm but I
didn't let a small matter like that bother me.
" Lawrence, please stop this, you are making me fell funny. "
Of course I wouldn't have stop for all the money in the world since I
was too far gone now. Instead, I placed one of my hand on her teat, I
squeezed and I massaged the spongy flesh over the material of her
blouse and she didn't try to force my hand away.
" Stop it, you mustn't do this, we are brother and sister. "
At that moment I came very close to tell her that Uncle Charles was
really her father, but it would have serve no useful purpose since I knew
that she had already lost the battle judging by her fast breathing and her
face red with passion.
Slowly, I proceeded to kneel on the floor next to her while I shoved my
head against her bosom. As I pressed my head into the soft flesh, I
slipped my hand underneath her skirt and I felt the crotch of her panties
which was very wet with her juice of passion. One last time she tried to
push my hand away, but it was a weak resistance from her part and it
was more for the sake of appearance than to try to stop me.
The instant that I realized that her resistance was gone, I lifted her skirt
over her thighs, and I shoved my head between her half parted legs. I
sucked on her thighs then I gradually moved my lips until they came to
rest on the thin material covering the crotch of her cotton panties. She
was very wet, and through the fabric over her crotch I began to suck and
soon I was able to taste her familiar juice.
She had pulled her skirt down over my head in an attempt to hide the
shame of what I was doing under her skirt, but at the same time she had
parted her legs very wide to allowed me easier access.
When I figured that she would no longer protest, I pushed the elastic
band of her panties aside around one thigh and I pushed my tongue over
the entrance of her cunt. Soon I felt her hands at the back of my head
over her skirt and when I placed both of my thumbs in the elastic band
at the waist of her panties, she lifted her bottom off the chair to allowed
me to pull them down.
Once the cumbersome garment was around her ankles, I went straight
to her clitoris with my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it and I pressed
it between my lips.
By now she was fully aroused, I felt her bottom twitch and her lower
body gave a series of shudders against my face. Her hands pressed my
face deeper in her cunt and gradually her thighs began to close and open
in convulsion around my head, at the same time I heard her say, "
ah......ah.....I am coming.....don't stop.....go on......."
Then my face and mouth were flooded with her familiar juice and for
long minutes afterward she held me prisoner with her thighs. I knew
that she would now feel some shame for having let me have my way
with her, and she was in no hurry to look at me.
When I finally got up, she hid her head between her arms on the table
and she didn't utter a single word. I took her by the hand and I led her
upstairs to my room. Once there I began to slowly undress her.
She let me do this without saying a word and once she was completely
naked, she hid her cunt with one hand and tried to shield her bosom
with the other as she sat on the edge of my bed.
It was then my turn to get undress, and the minute that she saw my
erection she could keep her eyes off it. I stood in front of her and I
aimed the tip of my cock between her lips. She eagerly sucked me until
I was on the point of discharging and I had to make her stop.
We then fucked for the rest of the day and Sandra promised me that she
would always be willing to let me fuck her. When I asked her how it
was that she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, she quickly answered, "
there is no danger because I do take my precautions ".
Whether she was referring to the drops of imaginary drugs I regularly
made her drink while she was in a trance or of something else, I
couldn't say and I didn't care.
Fucking Sandra while she was not in a trance, was like fucking a
different girl. She was much more aggressive and she definitely had
many more orgasms. That day, we didn't even bother to stop fucking
for lunch, we kept at it until a few minutes before mother was due to be
back from work.
What happen in the years that follow is a long story that I my write
about one day. But for now let me say that Sandra soon became
pregnant. The father of her child was either me or Uncle Charles, since I
did encourage her to fuck him regularly after her first fuck with him.
Due to a couple of unexpected events that happen around that time, I
became engage to Pauline soon afterward, and when she gave birth to
her baby we got married. Her father got me a job working in his
printing shop and we went to live with mother and Sandra.
As for Sandra, well I might write later on about how things turned out
for her, but all I can say for now is that she is still living with Pauline
and me.
(The End)