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Slave Sister
Part Five- "The Raffle"
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@yahoo.com
Fran reached between her legs and ran her finger gently over her protruding
cunt lips. It had been a full week now and she still wasn't comfortable
with not being allowed to wash her self without her brother Dave's
permission. The thick viscous cum she felt oozing out of her pussy onto her
thighs was deposited there by her brother just moments before during his
regular early morning fuck.
Fran could hardly believe all that had happened in the week since her
brother had slipped into her room in the early morning hours last Friday one
week ago to rape her while their mother slept in the next room. As she
reviewed the week she began to dress in the cloths set out by Dave. She had
been relieved when Dave told her that there would always be a clear message
from him telling her what to do, like the notes Mr. Roberts, her history
teacher had given her before he fucked her after class on Monday.
She felt safer knowing it was really up to her brother, not the boys
wearing the red badges, the ones with the "FF" in large white letters as to
when and where she would fuck. His original instructions were that she had
to fuck anyone wearing one of those badges, anytime and anywhere they
wanted. When Dave gave her the amended instructions he admitted the first
instructions had been to keep her on edge all-day Monday so she would be pri
med for Mr. Roberts' attentions. Although she felt relieved about the
badges, she still felt concern about Dave's stated intention to rape and
enslave their mother.
During their after fuck cuddling this morning Dave had softly talked to her
about the efforts needed to keep each day more exciting than the last. Fran
immediately understood what he was talking about. A week ago just
pretending the fingers touching her were Dave's instead of her own was
enough to give her a great orgasm, know being fucked by her brother, while
still pleasant, was an everyday common occurrence. Well actually a several
times a day common occurrence, but just being fucked by him no longer gave
her the 'ultimate' orgasms it used to. On Monday when Mr. Roberts had
fucked her after school she had been driven to orgasmic 'deliriums', now Mr.
Roberts fucking her after school was just a part of her daily life,
admittedly a very enjoyable part of her daily life. She understood that the
day would come when the rising tide of sexual excitement would peak, and
that she would be condemned to spend every day of her life trying to reach
that peak again.
Fran finished dressing and as she sat on the edge of her bed waiting for her
brother to come for his inspection and last minute instructions, she
pondered her newfound feelings for her best friend Vickie. Since she had
told Vickie about her new status as her brothers sex slave, Vickie had taken
every opportunity to kiss and touch her in ways she never had before. Fran
finally admitted to herself that she wanted to fuck her best friend. Fran
was jerked out of her reverie when the door to her bedroom opened and her
brother stepped in. Dave sat on the edge of Fran's bed while Fran stood in
front of him with her legs spread. Dave reached under his sister's skirt
and explored her cunt with his fingers then stroked her clitoris to its full
one half inch erect state.
Dave slipped the same elastic band over her clitoris that Fran had worn to
church on Sunday, but this time instead of supporting a small fishing weight
hanging high enough to be hidden, it supported a tiny brass bell hanging low
enough to be seen below her skirt. Dave worked her nipples until they were
hard then slipped elastic bands over them. Each of these bands supported
another tiny brass bell hanging just below the bottom of her blouse.
As Fran followed her brother out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen
she heard the high pitched ding's generated from each bell with even the
slightest movement of her body. She knew from experience that the constant
tugging and pulling on her nipples and clitoris would keep her in a state of
near orgasm all day. On Sunday the weight bouncing and tugging on her
clitoris at church had been a secret. Today every one could tell on what
parts of her anatomy these bells were attached.
After serving her brother breakfast and standing beside him as he absent
mindedly played with her pussy while he ate, Fran followed him out to the
car for her ride to school. When they pulled into the student parking lot
Dave reached into the back seat and retrieving a cigar box and a roll of
raffle tickets handed them to Fran. Fran looked at the double roll of
tickets designed to tear one ticket off for the purchaser and to drop the
identically numbered ticket into the box. On the top of the box was written
"The Shave Fran Raffle" under that "25 cents per ticket, 5 for a dollar".
Fran did not have to ask what part of her was going to be shaved, and
neither would anyone else who saw the box.
"If anyone asks you for more details," she could just barely hear her
brother's instructions her face and chest were already beginning to burn
with humiliation, as was her cunt. "tell them there will be six numbers
drawn. The first four get to hold down your arms and legs," Fran moaned and
frantically tried to think of a way to get out of this. "the fifth person
drawn will get to shave your pussy, and the grand winner will get to be the
first person to fuck your bare cunt. The drawing will kick off the second
weekly 'Fran Fuck' in our back yard tomorrow." Dave pushed Fran out of the
car. "Oh, yes, they do have to be present to win."
Fran walked across the street towards the school building trying to figure
out which was more humiliating the tinkling bells announcing her available
sex organs, or the raffle which she just knew everyone else had known about
for days. Her worst fears were confirmed when virtually every male in her
first period Geometry class met her with dollar bills in their hands, even
the ones not wearing the 'Fran Fucker' badges. After wading her way through
the crowd of hopeful pussy shavers Fran felt both touched and betrayed when
Vickie held out a five-dollar bill.
"I'll take twenty five tickets please." Fran blushed down to her nipples
having everyone in the hallway watch as Vickie bought raffle tickets. As
soon as the transaction was complete, Vickie leaned over and whispered in
Fran's ear. "Would you rub these on that sweet cunt of yours for good
luck?" Fran blushed even more brightly as the bell rang and she attempted
to walk into class with out ringing her own bells.
Raffle ticket sales were brisk all morning, as were bell ringings. Fran met
back up with Vickie in gym class. Fran approached Ms Marshall for
permission to set out yet another day of volleyball expecting to be denied,
instead Ms Marshall looked at Fran then smiled broadly.
"Why Fran what a unique idea for bells, most girls would be satisfied with
having them on their fingers and toes." Ms Marshall gently bounced one of
her 'tit' bells up and down a few times. "Why don't you just sit out the
class today, I wouldn't want you to have to take those off and put them back
on again."
As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers Carla stopped her.
Carla was the snooty sister of one of the boys who had been involved in her
first gang fuck the previous Saturday. It was the same girl that had called
her a slut on Monday. The girl's snobby friends gathered round them as she
dug her hand down the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp wrinkled
dollar bill and held it out to Fran.
"My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for him." Carla looked
around to make sure all her friends were listening. "I really don't know
why he would want to fuck a little tramp like you. Much less get involved
in god only knows whatever perverted little games you play with your
brother." Fran felt like her whole body was on fire with humiliation. Her
hands were shaking so hard she could hardly get the tickets counted out and
torn apart. "Did you fuck your brother this morning, slut?" Carla sneered
as she took the tickets from Fran's trembling fingers. Just then Vickie
came charging through the gathering crowd.
"You leave her alone you stupid little bitch." Vickie hissed at Carla as she
pushed her away from Fran. "You're just jealous because you couldn't get
Fran's brother, or your own, to fuck you if you paid them." The girl pushed
Vickie back.
"Well at least I'm not a dike running around trying to fuck another girl."
The focus having left Fran she walked over, sat on the bleachers, and
ignoring the hair pulling catfight starting between Vickie and Carla, began
to sob. Vickie tackled Carla and the two of them rolled around the floor
ripping their cloths and pulling each other's hair. The smaller but
scrappier Vickie soon had Carla penned to the floor. Fran was distracted
from her sobbing and started laughing at the sight of Carla kicking her legs
trying to dislodge Vickie who was sitting on Carla's stomach pinching her
nipples through her torn blouse.
"Get off me you fucking lesbian bitch" Carla shrieked just as Ms Marshall
arrived to break up the fight. After sending Vickie over to the bleachers
to 'comfort' Fran Ms Marshall jerked Carla to her feet with a bit more force
than was absolutely necessary.
"I don't ever want to hear talking like that in my class again." Ms
Marshall yelled her face only inches from Carla's. "If you ever talk like
that again your going to be sent to the Vice Principals office for
detention." Ms Marshall winked at Fran and Vickie as she turned to gather
the rest of the girls into volleyball teams. Carla's friends gathered
around her as she attempted to cover her breasts with the torn remnants of
her blouse. As they walked towards the gathering class the group paused in
front of Fran and Vickie.
"'Big dyke' isn't always going to be around to protect you slut so just
watch yourself." Carla hissed glaring at Vickie.
"I hope not, next time I'm going to ride you until I cum." As the group
walked off Vickie slipped her hand down the front of her gym shorts and
spoke quietly to Fran "Did you see the way that bitch was bucking under me
when I twisted her nipples?" Fran watched in amazement as her friend
stroked herself under her gym shorts.
"Ah, Vickie" she reached out and put her hand on the other girls arm, "I
don't think this is the proper place to be doing that." Vickie paused in
mid stroke and looked at her friend.
"For someone walking around with a bell hanging from her clitoris you sure
are getting judgmental." The comment's sting was tempered with a gin and a
quick wink as Vickie resumed her stroking. "I can't wait, thinking about
what's going to happen to you and riding that bitch while she bucked around
on the floor has just made me too horny." Her body tensed as she rocked
back and forth, Fran could hear low moans coming from her throat, then
Vickie relaxed and pulled her hand from her shorts. She held her fingers
under Fran's nose. "Want to smell?"
Fran fained disgust even as she resisted the urge to lick her friend's
fingers clean. Her own swollen clitoris and nipples begged for attention.
To Fran's dismay her new sexual slavery consisted more of being kept on the
verge of orgasm than it did being fucked crazy like she had originally
feared/hoped. Without realizing it Fran had begun to flick her finger back
and fourth on the bell string hanging down between her legs. The gentle
vibrations traveling up the string to her clitoris brought her closer and
closer to her own orgasm. Fran was just a flick away from cuming when Ms
Marshall sat down beside her. Fran almost screamed in frustration as she
pulled her hand away from the string.
"Are you girls ok?" the Teacher asked them as she watched her volleyball
playing students. Ms Marshall had not allowed Carla to change her blouse,
and had assigned her to the volleyball court directly in front of where Ms
Marshall was know sitting with Fran and Vickie. Carla's face became a
deeper shade of red every time she had to hit the ball, allowing her breasts
to bounce into view through the torn blouse. Vickie leaned forward and
looked past Fran at Ms Marshall.
"If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that bitch until she was
tamed." God, thought Fran, she's getting more outrageous every day. Ms
Marshall chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created by Vickie's
words.
"Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?" Ms Marshall gave Fran's knee a
familiar squeeze as she stood up and walked back across the gym. Vickie
leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear.
"She's hot for you girl." Fran and Vickie stood up and under the malevolent
glare of Carla and her friends walked out of the gym. The soft ding-a-lings
from Fran's bells being masked by the sounds of a gym full of volleyball
playing girls. Being early for lunch Fran and Vickie staked out their
favorite table under a large tree on the edge of the school's central
courtyard. Fran stayed at the table while Vickie went to the snack bar to
get them some food.
Setting her cigar box and roll of raffle tickets down on the table Fran sat
on the bench and slipping her right hand to her lap began to flick the bell
string hopping to finally gain some relief from her unrelenting sexual need.
Just as she approached the precipice and was about to dive headlong into
orgasm two boys suddenly sat down one on each side of her. Each was holding
a ten-dollar bill. Fan reluctantly pulled her hand away from her bell sting
and, as she began to count out raffle tickets, looked at each of the boys.
She recognized them even without badges. They had both helped fuck her
silly last Saturday.
As she counted out the tickets the boys each slipped a hand under the table
and began to explore her wet open pussy. Probing their fingers into her and
gently pulling on the bell string. With their other hands they bounced her
'tit bells' up and down.
"God, I don't know if I want to be the one to shave this cunt of yours, or
to be the first one to fuck it after it's shaved." The boy on her right
said, more to the other boy than to Fran. A tray slammed down on the table
and all three of them looked up to see Vickie glaring at them as she sat
sown on the other side of the table.
"Hey, take it easy, everyone will get a chance at her." The other boy said
to Vickie. Fran blushed and a wave of humiliation washed over her. Her
cunt reacted by clamping down on the fingers that had been pushed inside
her. The boys reluctantly removed their hands from Fran's crotch and, unable
to stand Vickie's protective glare, retrieved their tickets and left. Fran,
not sure if she really wanted to be 'saved' right know smiled weakly at her
friend.
Fran picked up her sandwich then paused with it in mid air. She looked
across the table at her friend's mischievous grin. Then smiled back at her
as she spread her legs and felt Vickie's bare foot slide up the inside of
her thighs to rest gently against Fran's achingly needy cunt. Fran scooted
forward on the bench and spread her legs as far as she could as the ball of
Vickie's foot maneuvered in small circles around her swollen tender
clitoris. Fran's clitoris nestled comfortably in the cavity formed between
Vickie's big two, her second two and the ball of her foot where it was
protected from being over stimulated.
Fran and Vickie ate their food, grinning at each other across the table.
Vickie's right hand disappeared below the table as she lifted her skirt and
stroked her clitoris in time with her foot's circular massage of Fran's
pussy. They were alone in the almost deserted courtyard, Vickie put her
sandwich down and slipped her other hand up inside her blouse to pinch and
stroke her hard nipples.
Fran put her sandwich down and held onto the edge of the table. As her
excitement built Fran's breathing quickened, causing her 'tit bells' to ring
and the bell attached to her clitoris ding-a-linged in time with the
massaging foot. Fran leaned her head back and a low moan could be heard
coming from her throat.
"HhhhoooooGoooooooood" Fran moaned as she rocked gently back and forth
pushing her self harder onto her friends massaging foot. Every muscle in
Fran's body tightened, her body jerked repeatedly driving her cunt against
Vickie's toes. Fran brought her right hand to her mouth and bit down on her
knuckles trying to suppress the orgasmic scream she felt growing deep inside
her chest. With her other hand Vickie pushed down hard on the pit of her
stomach as her entire body jerked twice more, then collapsed onto the table
her face just inches above the remains of her sandwich her mouth open and
panting. She reached under the table and pushed her friend's foot away.
"Stop, please stop." Was all she could say until her breathing returned to
normal, then she smiled at her best friend sitting across from her, "Thank
you " she whispered. Vickie reached over and took Fran's hand.
"Anytime." She whispered back, her own breathing not quite back to normal
yet.
"Why, isn't that just sooooooo sweeeeet." Carla's voice dripped sarcasm as
she sat down next to Vickie, her friends gathering around. "You owe me a
blouse you fucking little slut." Three of Carla's friends, who had moved
around to Fran's side of the table, grabbed Fran while the rest of the girls
pounced on Vickie. With hands over Fan and Vickie's mouths, and ignoring
their kicking and twisting the six girls looked around, then quickly carried
their two victims behind the gym and out into the middle of the football
field. Even before they reached their destination Carla was tearing at
Vickie's blouse.
"You owe me a blouse, and I'm going to collect it. With interest." Fran
lost sight of what they were doing to Vickie and tried unsuccessfully to
fight off the three girls who were ripping at her cloths. A piece of her
torn blouse was stuffed into her mouth and held there while the girls yanked
the elastic bands holding her bell off her nipples and clitoris then laughed
at her muffled screams. They elicited more muffled screams to laugh at by
taking turns pinching Fran's tender swollen nipples.
Fran, to her credit, got in several good kicks and several of the attackers
were limping as they ran off leaving the two naked girls laying in the
middle of the field. Vickie rolling over onto her hands and knees and
crawling over to Fran put her arms protectively around her friend's naked
shoulders. Vickie, gently rocking Fran in her arms looked around the field
to see where they might take refuge.
"Dave's going to be so mad at me." Vickie whispered seemingly unaware that
she was talking out loud.
"Why would he be mad at you?" Fran asked through her sniffles.
"He told me to look after you and protect you, and it looks like I've failed
miserably. I was so involved in playing with your sweet pussy that I didn't
see those bitches coming." Vickie helped Fran to her feet and with her arms
still around Fran's shoulders started walking her towards the nearest door
to the gym. "and I didn't even have permission to play with you."
"Is that why you defended me in the gym? Because my brother told you to?"
Fran came to a stop as she asked the question seemingly unconcerned about
the possibility of being caught outdoors naked.
"No." Vickie answered franticly looking around and trying to get her friend
moving again. "He told me to protect you because he knew I would do it
anyway." She pulled at Fran and got her moving towards the gym door again.
"OH God." Fran stopped again resisting Vickie's frantic efforts to get her
moving. "Dave's going to be pissed. I lost my bells and the raffle money."
"God, don't worry about that now." Vickie pulled at her arm. "Let's get
inside before some one sees us." Pulling hard Vickie managed to get Fran
moving again. Just as the two naked girls reached the gym door it burst
open. Fran and Vickie were engulfed in a stream of football uniformed
jocks and swept by their momentum back out onto the football field. Amid
yells of "Hay look what we got here." And "Let's have a fun practice for a
change. "
After a hasty whispered conference among the team members the surrounded
girls were ushered to the far end of the field and behind the grounds
keeper's equipment shed. There was a lot of touching and probing during the
walk, and after they reached the comparative privacy behind the shed, the
boy's closed in around the naked girls reaching out with their hands and
touching whatever bare skin they could reach.
Fran, to her own surprise felt no fear at all. She recognized over half the
team members as having been present for the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck' as her
brother had called it, last Saturday. It quickly became obvious that the
boys were waiting for something and the naked girls were not going to be
attacked, at least not immediately. Fran relaxed and enjoyed the hands
touching her bare skin.
A hush fell over the crowed, and the boys parted like the Red Sea is said to
have done for Moses. Dave walked up to the two girls and looked at them for
a moment. Vickie stared at the ground unable to meet his gaze. Fran
noticed that he was carrying the cigar box full of money and raffle tickets.
After giving Fran a quick protective hug and glaring at Vickie Dave turned
to the gathered boys and held the cigar box up like a treasure box.
"It's ok." He pronounced. "The drawing will go on as planned." Since
virtually every one of them had purchased at least one ticket they greeted
the announcement with a cheer. Dave looked at the girls then back at the
team. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to get some clothes for my
sluts." Fran and Vickie both blushed clear down to their nipples. "Would
you guys mind keeping them, ah, 'occupied' until I get back?" The team
answered with another cheer. Dave started to walk off then turned back and
spoke to the boys again. "Blowjobs only." A groan replaced the cheer, but
it was obvious that none of them would dare go against Dave's orders. "Oh,"
he continued, "would one of you gentleman kindly give the sluts a jersey to
kneel on so they don't get grass stains on their knees." Fran and Vickie
received a shower of jerseys as every member of the team stripped his off
and tossed it at them.
It's not so bad, Fran thought, I've already had most of these dicks in my
mouth at least once before. Vickie had also had most of these dicks in her
mouth at one time or another, just not one right after the other. As the
quarterback and tight end approached the two naked girls Fran and Vickie
sank down onto their knees and prepared to welcome the first of many hard
cocks into their warm moist mouths.
"Now we know what's for desert." Vickie whispered to Fran with a wink then
turned her head back and engulfed the large hard cock waiting for her mouth.
Fran sucked the quarterbacks cock deep into her throat and ran her tongue
over the shaft. Without saying a word both girls had entered into a
competition to see who could suck the most dicks before Dave returned with
new clothes.
Fran kneaded the quarterbacks thighs and buttocks as she sucked his cock in
and out of her mouth leaving streaks of lipstick along its shaft. The team
members were already near their peaks and it only took a few strokes for
Fran to receive the team's first liquid offering. Each hard cock stayed in
her mouth for only one or two minutes before she drained its juice and moved
on to the next one.
As Fran sucked her fifth or sixth cock she realized that it was sticking out
of a pair of trousers and not a football uniform. Twisting her head
slightly and rolling he eyes up Fran saw the football coach standing above
her with his hands on his hips and his cock buried in her throat. Fran
would have waved 'hi' to him if her hand hadn't been inside his trousers
massaging his balls, after all she had not seen him since church last Sunday
morning. Every member of the team had left a deposit with either Fran or
Vickie and they were lining up for seconds when Dave arrived with clothes
for the girls.
"Come on boys, let's get some football practice in." The coach yelled,
clapping his hands then blowing his whistle. The team members reluctantly
stuffed their cocks back inside their pants and headed out onto the field.
"Help Fran get dressed." Dave instructed Vickie handing her a blouse and
skirt. Dave watched as Vickie helped Fran put on her two meager pieces of
clothing, then he hugged his sister and sent her off to class. Once she
rounded the corner of the building and was out of sight Dave turned his
attention to Fran's friend. Vickie tried to stare back defiantly, but
quickly wilted in the glare of his anger.
"You've failed at your assigned task, and disobeyed me by playing with Fran
before I gave you permission." He paused to let it sink in that he knew
about her little foot game under the table. Then pulling two miniature c
clamps from his pocket, Dave applied one to each of her nipples tightening
each one until Vickie could barely keep from screaming. Once the clamps
were in place Dave gave her a skirt to ware. The skirt just barely covered
her pubic patch, she would not be able to walk or sit down without exposing
herself to everyone. Last he handed her a small thin T-shirt to wear. "Now
go to class." Dave started to walk off then turned back to her. "Mr.
Robertson will let you out of last period fifteen minutes early. When he
does come directly to the student parking lot."
Only after she was alone did Vickie allow herself to cry. He was right and
she knew it. She deserved whatever he decided to do to punish her. Vickie
stopped in the girl's restroom on her way to class. After peeing Vickie
looked at herself in the mirror while she washed her hands. The c clamps
were clearly outlined by the thin fabric of the T-shirt. I'm going to get
that bitch she promised herself as she left the restroom.
By the time Vickie and Fran met back up in their last period History class,
taught by the 'hunky' Mr. Robertson, Vickie's nipples throbbed. It seemed
that every boy in the school had been given permission to pull on the clamps
as she walked past.
"Sixteen-fourteen" Fran beamed with pride as she sat down at her desk next
to Vickie. Vickie looked at her best friend with total confusion.
"Sixteen-fourteen what?" she finally asked.
"I did sixteen you only did fourteen, I won." It still took several seconds
for Vickie to realize Fran was talking about the lunchtime football team
suck off. Her aching nipples had forced such mundane matters from her
consciousness.
"Congratulations, I'm sure your brother will be real proud of you." Vickie
answered with a bit more sarcasm than even she usually used. Fran looked at
her friend, her growing anger dissipated when she noticed the c clamps
screwed tightly to her nipples.
"Is Dave making you wear those?"
"I told you he was going to be mad at me." Mr. Robertson entered the
classroom, and as he walked up the isle between the desks his hand
'accidentally' brushed across Vickie's throbbing right nipple causing her to
bite her knuckle and rock back and forth in her seat to silence a scream of
pain. Fran and the rest of the class watched in fascination as Mr.
Robertson, droning on about American history walked up the isle on one side
of Vickie then back down the isle on the other side.
Each time Mr. Robertson passed Vickie he would 'accidentally' bump her
nipple on that side with his swinging hands. Each time Vickie winced in
pain Fran felt another gush of lubrication coat the inside walls of her cunt
and leak out onto her already damp thighs. About half way through the class
Fran felt a sudden wave of insane jealousy wash over her. Every day for the
last week Mr. Robertson had fucked her after school. Every day Vickie had
waited in the hallway to help her straighten her cloths and kiss her good
bye before she walked out to her brother's car.
What if this time he wants to fuck Vickie, Fran thought in her jealous rage.
What if this time it's me waiting in the hall to help Vickie straighten her
cloths? In her jealous fantasy Fran failed to notice her own hand slipping
under her short skirt. She almost thought the finger flicking gently back
and forth over the tip of the clitoris belonged to some one else. Fran was
pulled out of her fantasy when Mr. Roberts grabbed her arm and pulled her
hand out from between her legs. She intertwined her fingers and held her
hands together on top of her desk like a little girl trying real hard to be
good.
At fifteen till three Mr. Robertson executed a masterful double strike on
Vickie's left nipple as he 'accidentally' hit it turning to check the time
them 'accidentally' hit it again turning to dismiss her from the class.
Vickie, folding her arms across her chest in an attempt to support her
tender abused nipples, failed to notice that her short skirt had worked its
way up around her waist. It looked like a wide belt leaving her ass and
crotch totally naked and exposed as she walked out of the classroom. Fran
was over joyed, knowing that she would indeed get the fucking she was
looking forward to.
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Roberts dismissed every one else, except Fran.
Without waiting to be told Fran hiked her skirt up to her waist and sat on
the edge of Mr. Roberts' desk spreading her legs and opening her hot wet
cunt for him. Mr. Roberts' huge cock had been hard for almost the entire
hour and he wasted no time pulling it from his pants and plunging its entire
length into Fran's gapping pussy with one hard stroke.
As the entire length of his rock hard cock sank into her Fran wrapped her
legs around his waist and dug her heals into his buttocks pulling him deeper
into her. She pulled her blouse over her head and grabbing one firm breast
in each hand offered her hard nipples to Mr. Roberts' sucking mouth. Fran's
orgasm started the instant Mr. Roberts' cockhead touched her cunt and didn't
stop until she found herself laying across his desk in an empty room with
thick viscous cum oozing down her thighs.
Getting off the desk Fran straightened her blouse and skirt then slowly made
her way through the deserted halls to the door leading out to the student
parking lot. She could feel her history teachers cum running down her legs
as she rounded the corner of the school building and came to a halt. Across
the street the student parking lot was teaming with kids. It seemed like
the entire student body had gathered there, sitting on care hoods or leaning
against the sides of the cars.
Then Fran noticed her brother's car slowly circling the lot. Vickie was
naked and tied to the hood her legs spread as far as possible in a kneeling
position. Ropes ran from her ankles to the doorposts on each side. More
ropes ran from he knees to the front bumper. Her wrists were tied behind
her back and additional ropes ran from her wrists to the doorposts holding
her leaning forward over the front of the car like a living hood ornament.
Long robber bands with weights tied to them had been attached to the c
clamps on her nipples. Once the weights started bouncing the rubber bands
would keep them in motion pulling on Vickie's tender engorged nipples.
The student parking lot was in need of repair and was well known for its
potholes. Dave drove his car slowly around the lot being careful to hit
every pothole, keeping Vickie's tit weights bouncing and dancing pulling on
the nipples and breasts. Vickie held her head up high, and while there were
tears running down her cheeks she refused to cry out or scream with the
pain. After two additional circuits around the lot Dave stopped his car
and, after getting out, stood in front of his new hood ornament. With
deliberate slowness he reached between her legs and pinched her clitoris.
Vickie spasamed and jerked against the ropes as a wave of orgasmic pleasure
mixed with her pain and flowed over her body. The watching students
applauded, Dave turned and acknowledged their applause with a bow. Fran, in
a moment of clarity realized that her brother was an artist. His medium was
female orgasms and she and Vickie were the canvases on which he would
prefect his art.
End Part five "The Raffle"
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