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Bobby Breaks Out (MF, high school)
FROM: THE LINGERIE LOUNGE BBS - 702-243-6097
(c) 1989
ONE
The warm sunshine filtered through the trees that
marched down both sides of the wide street. The shadows
dappled the sidewalk under Bobby's feet. It was only
March; the rains would come again, maybe some more
snow, but today was a taste of summer: almost 70
degrees, with no wind and a soft feeling to the air.
The boy jogged on at an easy pace through the quiet
neighborhood. The bucolic Mid-Western town would seem
idyllic to many, but for Bobby, familiarity had bred
contempt. He wasn't really dissatisfied with his life,
but he viewed Madison as a backwater, a place to come
from once he got himself turned loose on the real
world. He was enthusiastic about one thing right now,
though. Track practice had finished early, and he was
looking forward to being by himself at home. His
parents wouldn't be back until six or so, and his
sister would be at the gym until five. He didn't get
much private time, and he relished it. He'd pull out
his collection of dirty magazines, get his palm all
greased up, and spend a blissful hour or so in
onanistic lust.
Rounding the last corner, he slowed to a walk in
front of his house, then bounded up the stairs to his
front porch. He put his key in the lock, but felt no
friction as he turned it. Somebody home, he thought,
disappointed. He stepped into the cool vestibule,
caught his breath, then walked carefully through the
house looking for signs of life. Gazing out the kitchen
window with a glass of water in his hand, he saw two
girls in bathing suits lying on a towel, braving a day,
although warm for a mid-western March, that wasn't
really up to sunbathing temperature. Bobby recognized
one of the girls as his older sister, Mary Beth. Who' s
the blonde in the pale blue swimsuit? Wait a
minute...she's pushing the hair out of her
eyes...there's her face...oh, yeah, what's her
name...Nancy, that's it... the girl Mary Beth's been
hanging out with for the last couple of weeks. And look
at that -- they've got their bra straps off! I'd like
to run outside and scare Nancy into jumping up; I'll
bet she's got a pair. Nah... Mary Beth'd kill me...
Bobby ambled off towards his room, his cock
stiffening slightly at the thought of catching a
glimpse of the older girl's boobs. Passing the door to
his sister's room, he was distracted by two neat piles
of clothing on her bed. Feeling a little nervous, but
drawn as if by a magnet, he stepped in for a closer
look. A pair of sheer black panties on top of what
appeared to be Nancy's pile first drew his attention.
Looking around, Bobby furtively picked them up. They
were silky and soft. He lifted them to his face and
sniffed at the crotch. Whew! Bobby's head jerked back
as the powerful odor assailed his nostrils. A little
more cautiously, he bent again to inhale. Nancy's musky
secretions made him a little dizzy. And very horny, he
realized as he felt his cock stiffen further in his
jeans, pulling at his pubic hairs as it tried to uncurl
itself. He reached down and fiddled with his crotch
until his cock stretched out along his belly. He
sniffed the panties once more, imagining them cradling
Nancy's downy pubic mound. I wonder what her pussy hair
is like, he thought. She's got that great straight
blonde hair, I bet her cunt hair's the same color. Does
she have big pussy lips? Probably. She's got a heck of
a body, with those big, firm-looking tits...
Bobby put Nancy's panties down where he found
them, and moved over to his sister's pile. Her panties
were white, and silky like Nancy's, but with a cotton
insert in the crotch. His inspection revealed a small
yellow stain near the front of the double-ply part. How
come it's so long and skinny? I bet it got all crammed
up between her pussy lips, and she just oozed her cunt
juice all over it. Let's see what she smells like
today... He bent his head and sniffed at the material.
His sister's scent, familiar to the boy from many
furtive snufflings of the girl's soiled panties, was
milder and fresher than Nancy's.
Moving to the back of the crotch, he found a faint
round trace of brown; eagerly, he put his nose against
it and took a good long sniff. Mary Beth's asshole had
left a sweet, spicy tang there. He thought about
kissing here there; it was a forbidden, nasty image
that drove him wild. Would there be little hairs around
her cute little bottomhole? What color would it be?
Would she wriggle and twist when he tried to put his
tongue inside? Would her asshole be so tight that he'd
have to just lick around the surface, or could he work
is tongue a little way up inside? Bobby shifted his
sister's panties to his left hand, and unbuttoned his
fly with his right. He fished out his cock, and gave it
a few preliminary strokes. He raised the girl's
underwear to his nose, found the yellow part at the
front of the crotch again, and took a deep breath. He
thought of his sister's dark brown pussy hair. He
remembered spying on her when they'd gone camping. She
had a real bush: dark and hairy and dense. He'd have to
push the hair out of the way with his tongue if he ever
got the chance to eat her pussy. Nah, he'd never do it,
but it sure was fun to think of it. His fist began a
slow tempo up and down his tool as he began to breathe
faster. He thought of his sister's dark complexion. She
took after their mother, with her Mediterranean good
looks. Bobby's complexion was more like their father's:
almost-blonde, pink, and Nordic. Mary Beth's real dark,
he thought. I'll bet she's got a dark brown asshole.
I'll bet the whole inside of her asscheeks are brown.
He thought about where her asshole had pressed against
the white cotton lining of the panties, and he returned
to that spot. He imagined putting his nose to his
sister's ass and smelling her puckered bottomhole --
the real thing, hot and twitching and alive, not the
second-hand smell from her underwear. He was getting
very excited.
He set down the white nylon and picked up Nancy's
pants, noticing how the blonde girl's dried secretions
had made the crotch stiff. He sniffed again, relishing
Nancy's stronger smell more, now that he had gotten
used to it. Her odor was sharper, gamier than that of
his sister; it made his nostrils twitch and flare. His
hands moved faster on his cock. He was starting to feel
close to coming, and he looked around for a box of
Kleenex. No, not on the night stand; maybe on the
bureau -- he looked over his shoulder...
...and froze in terror. Standing in the doorway in
their bikinis, with outraged expressions on their
faces, were Mary Beth and Nancy. Bobby had the
immobility of a deer in the headlights as he stood
there before the two girls, his cock in one hand and
Nancy's black underwear in the other. He blushed deeply
enough to send a flush of warmth to his face; he wanted
to sink through the floor. The blonde spoke first.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked
scornfully. Bobby was mute; he wasn't sure he could
talk if he wanted to, and he certainly couldn't think
of anything to say that would get him out of this one.
However, Nancy didn't need an answer. "Go ahead, Bobby,
show us how you sniff my panties." Bobby just stared.
Nancy's voice showed more anger as she continued. "I
mean it, Bobby, put your nose back where it was." The
boy hesitated, then raised the sheer garment to his
face. "Right in the crotch, huh. Going for the gusto,
aren't you, boy? You like the way I smell, Bobby? Am I
ripe enough for you? I got all sweaty today. Take a
good sniff. You can start beating your meat again, too.
Yeah, jerk off for us, Bobby. I bet your sister'd like
to see that." Bobby's hand moved jerkily on his prick.
His embarrassment grew even more acute as he performed
for the girls, but his cock stood stiffly erect. "Look
at me, Bobby. Look at me while you stick your nose in
my panties." Bobby raised his eyes to Nancy's enraged,
mocking face. She watched him coldly as he sniffed the
pungent cloth. His chagrin couldn't overcome his
excitement. His cock twitched and throbbed in his fist
as he stood pinned in the gaze of his pretty blonde
tormentor.
Nancy stole a glance at her friend. Mary Beth
gaped in fascination, her gaze alternating between her
brother's impressive hard-on and his beet-red face. The
dark girl's jaw was slack; her pink tongue emerged to
lick fitfully at her dry lips.
"Just a panty-smeller, aren't you, Bobby?" chanted
Nancy in a sing-song voice. "Just a kid with a nose for
cunt. Pussy drippings. Sweaty assholes. No guts,
though. You don't sniff cunt, just pants. I betcha
don't eat pussy half as well as you sniff panties." The
blonde girl glanced at her friend and caught her gaze
long enough for some kind of communication to flow
between them. "Hell, I betcha you never even ate a
pussy, Bobby. I think you just spend all your time
jerking off over your sister's girlfriend's underwear."
Nancy nodded to Bobby's sister and suddenly pushed
him roughly on his chest. Mary Beth, who had been ready
for something to happen, if unsure of exactly what,
added her weight to the charge, knocking Bobby
backwards onto the bed. Ignoring the clothes that flew
in every direction, the two girls took advantage of
their momentum, and fell on top of the hapless boy.
Nancy sat on his chest facing him, and Mary Beth lay
across his stomach, trapping his cock with her bare
midriff. Bobby struggled, but not too hard; something
told him that this was a battle he didn't want to win.
Nancy's legs were spread, and with every heave of his
chest her pussy slid a little closer to his face. A few
curly hairs snaked out from under the crotch of her
bathing suit.
"You little worm," Nancy taunted as she looked
down on Bobby. "Now we're gonna find out if you can do
anything besides sniff." Nancy wriggled her hips and
her knees slid forward, off Bobby's shoulders and down
onto the bed. She sat down on his face, covering his
mouth and nose with her bikini-covered pussy. "Smell
that, Bobby. Does it smell as good as my pants?" She
bore down harder as Bobby struggled to breathe. "You're
gonna pay for this, Bobby. And I think I know what to
do for starters. Hold him down, Mary Beth."
Bobby was quite a bit bigger than his sister, and
she knew it would be hard to hold him down if he really
tried to escape. In her search for more leverage, Mary
Beth slid higher on Bobby's torso, rolling his cock
against her body and tangling it painfully in the fly
of his jeans. Nancy sprang to the floor. Standing over
Bobby, she reached behind her back and unhooked the
bikini top. She wriggled her upper body and the top
fell to the floor, revealing pale breasts that swayed
from side to side. Her large pink nipples, partially
erect, pointed saucily upwards. She tweaked the fleshy
points while eyeing Bobby. "You like these boobs,
Bobby? Maybe you'd like to suck my nipples? Maybe you'd
like me to rub your cock with them? Well all you can do
is look, Bobby." Nancy dropped her hands to her hips
and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her bikini
bottom. She pressed down until she exposed a inch or so
of medium-brown pubic hair, darker than her blonde
tresses. "But I've got something to keep you busy.
You're going to do more than look at this, Bobby." She
lowered the garment until Bobby could see between her
legs. The smiling girl reached down and rubbed her
pussy with two fingers, then trailed her fragrant hand
across Bobby's face. "You're going to do a whole lot
more."
Nancy impatiently pushed her bikini bottom the
rest of the way down her legs and stepped out of it.
She put one knee on the bed and pivoted around it until
she was kneeling above Bobby's shoulders, but facing
his feet. She sat back on Bobby's face, capturing his
nose between the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed back
and forth until her pink asshole rested on his mouth.
"OK, Bobby," she ordered, "Give me your tongue." Bobby
obediantly licked the puckered rosebud, feeling the
ridges and valleys. Nancy was a little sweaty from
lying in the sun, and some of the sweat had collected
between her cheeks. She tasted salty and sexy. He
pressed harder with his tongue. "That's right, Bobby.
Make your tongue all pointy. Lick up inside my asshole,
you panty-sniffing slime." Bobby felt her sphincter
relax and poked his tongue an inch or so inside her
ring. He lapped at her inner walls, dislodging a tiny
piece of excrement that her careless teenage hygiene
had left in one of her crevices. It floated around in
his mouth as he licked her bottomhole. He couldn't get
rid of it, so, suppressing his disgust, he swallowed
it.
Nancy was enjoying this. She sat down harder on
his face and concentrated on relaxing her sphincter so
he could get up inside her. Every so often she backed
off enough for Bobby to catch his breath, then she sat
back down, enveloping the boy in her flesh. He closed
his eyes, letting her become his whole world: a warm
smooth pressure covering his face, nearly uniform
except for one spot of hollowness over his mouth. He
worked his tongue avidly up into the slippery opening
as the blonde girl bore down.
Turning her attention to other things, Nancy
addressed Mary Beth: "Take down his pants, M. B. Let's
see what we've got here." Mary Beth rolled off Bobby,
unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down on the waistband,
trying to remove his pants and his underwear at the
same time. The underwear caught on his erection, and,
though Mary Beth tugged mightily, she was momentarily
stymied. She reached for his cock, intending to push it
back inside his underwear, but it felt so good that she
was distracted. So big, she thought. So warm, so hard
on the inside and soft on the outside. She hefted it in
her hand, then wrapped her fist around it. Squeezing
gently, she slowly moved her hand up and down. Bobby
groaned even though his mouth was fastened to Nancy's
fundament. Mary Beth remembered her task, and stuffed
Bobby's erection awkwardly back into his briefs, then
pulled both them and his pants to his knees. Without
any conscious guidance from her, her hand returned to
his cock. Nancy watched all this with fascinated
interest. "Jeeze, M. B. Your little brother is hung.
Looka that piece of meat!"
Nancy pulled away from Bobby, shifted her hips,
and lowered herself again. This time she presented
Bobby with her pussy. As he began to lick, she moved
back and forth. "That's right Bobby. You just keep on
licking. You just move your tongue, and I'll feed you
just the part I want." She made him lick her pussy
lips, the place between her vulva and her bottomhole,
then she gradually focused on her clitoris, bearing
down harder as she became more aroused. Mary Beth toyed
with her brother's cock, now stroking it, now rolling
it around in her hands, now touching it in gentle
exploration. A little pre-come appeared at the tip.
Entranced, Mary Beth captured it on the tip of her
finger, then tasted the salty fluid.
Nancy put her hands on Bobby's chest and bounced
up and down as she approached her climax. "Now, you
little worm. You're gonna make me come, you slime. I'm
gonna grease your face. Move that tongue. Lick that
cunt. Now. Now. YES." Bobby felt Nancy's spasms and
licked furiously until she pulled away.
After a minute, Nancy rolled to one side and lay
beside Bobby, but with her head at the other end of the
bed. She looked up a Mary Beth, who was still toying
absently with Bobby's cock. "Hey, Mary Beth, does that
thing turn you on? If I had a brother like this, I
don't know if I could stay outta his pants. Does he
make you hot?" Nancy reached over and put her hand on
the crotch of Mary Beth's bikini. She pushed the thin
material aside and felt her friend's pussy. "You're
drenched, M.B! I think you should go for it. Look at
him, he's not gonna say no now. I wouldn't care if he
did. Who's gonna stop us?"
Mary Beth glanced up at Bobby and saw that it was
true -- she could fuck him now, and he wouldn't resist
at all. Not only that, but there was a look on his face
that told her that he'd be a more-than-willing partner.
Suddenly, the force of the incest taboo seemed to fade
away. She spoke to Nancy: "You know, part of me has
always wanted to fuck him. Well, at least for the last
year or so. Look in his wallet -- I'll bet he's got a
rubber there."
Nancy scooted over and fumbled around in Bobby's
pants, which had worked their way down around his
ankles. She opened his billfold and pulled out a
packet. "Yuck," she exclaimed, "This thing is so old
the foil's cracked." She rolled off the bed and stood
up. "Wait a minute -- I have one in my purse." Nancy
returned, opened the package and handed the condom to
Mary Beth. The darker girl tossed the white disc on
Bobby's belly and gracefully stepped to her feet.
"Well, little brother," she said as she unfastened her
top, "You're finally going to get to see these." She
pulled the cloth away, revealing soft olive orbs. Her
dark-brown nipples were so crinkled in excitement that
they stuck out three-quarters of an inch. She reached
for her bikini bottom, continuing: "And, even better,
you get to see this." She pushed the garment down her
legs and stepped out of it in one motion, then swung
one leg over Bobby and sat on his chest facing him. He
gaped at her open pussy. He could just see the lips
peeking out of the thick mass of dark brown hair. She
looked down at his face. "Take a good look, Bobby." She
scooted forward. "Take a good sniff, too. See how the
real thing compares to my dirty panties. Get used to
it, 'cause I'm going to fuck you with this pussy,
Bobby. I'm going to fuck you good."
She pressed her cunt to his face and ground
against him, then rolled away and knelt by his hips.
She picked up the rubber and rolled it onto Bobby's
cock, then straddled his hips on her knees. She took
his staff daintily between her thumb and forefinger and
moved it back and forth against her clitoris. Her voice
became loving and earnest. "You know, Bobby. I've
always wanted you to be the first." Then suddenly she
shifted to a matter-of-fact tone. "I guess it's a
little late for that." She bore down on him suddenly,
forcing him inside up to the hilt. She put her hands on
his chest and moved her hips in a gentle rocking
motion. She was just getting into a rhythm when Bobby
groaned and bucked his hips up and down.
Mary Beth was outraged: "You asshole! I'm just
getting started, and you're done!" She pulled away and
bent down to examine the condom. Sure enough, the
little nipple on top was full of white fluid. She
peeled back the rubber, stood up and wrapped it in
Kleenex. "Just wait a sec, M.B.," said Nancy in a
soothing tone. "Here's another rubber. I'll get him
hard again real quick."
Nancy knelt on the foot of the bed with her legs
astride Bobby's. She bent forward and licked the semen
from his half-hard cock, turning it in one hand to get
at all the juices. She took it into her mouth and
swished it around with her tongue. Never having really
gotten soft, Bobby's cock returned quickly to
tumescence. Bobby moaned under Nancy's suckings and
lappings. After a few minutes, the blonde girl removed
her mouth and presented Bobby's stiff cock to her
friend proudly, as if she had successfully completed a
school project. Mary Beth put the fresh rubber on
Bobby's prick and straddled him once again.
"Now, this time, Bobby, I want you to show a
little self-control," Mary Beth admonished her brother.
She sank down onto him, engulfing his sensitive penis
in her soft, slick warmth. "I'm going to come first,
you jerk. Do you understand?" She thrust her hips back
and forth. "I'm going to fuck you. You're going to lie
there. You've only got to do one thing, little brother
TWO
Bobby and Mary Beth spent the next few days avoiding
each other, but they soon made their peace with what
had happened. Much more than that, in Mary Beth's case:
after her initial guilt, she began to look upon Bobby
as a trainable, attractive, and handy lover. It was the
handy part that seemed so great to her. If they were
careful about their parents, they could get it on
whenever she, well, maybe they, felt like it. Would
Bobby go for it though? She thought so; Bobby had
always followed her lead, and she was pretty sure she
could keep it that way. Just to make sure, she decided
that she needed to get him more committed.
Bobby's feeling were more mixed. He had lusted
after his sister for some time, but it was kind of a
safe, distant lust, because he was sure that nothing
would ever actually happen. Now that something had,
that meant that he had to look at the possibility that
it could again, which kind of scared him. On the other
hand, ever since the incident, he thought about it when
he jerked off, and the thing that surprised him was
that most of his thoughts were of his sister. Nancy was
a hot little number, all right, but what you saw was
what you got there. Bobby was fascinated that Mary
Beth's angelic exterior could conceal such a wanton
bitch. He lay low, staying out of his sister's way and
trying to keep from confronting his desire for her.
* * *
Next Saturday, Mary Beth heard Bobby come home just
before midnight. She stuck her head out of her door as
Bobby came down the hall, and saw the bulge in his
pants she'd been hoping for. She beckoned. Bobby
hesitated, then tiptoed through her door. She closed it
behind him, whispering: "What kind of a cruel bitch
would send you home with a boner like that? Did Marcy
leave you all hot and bothered, little brother? Did she
get you all turned on and then cross her legs? Ooh,
look at that hump in your jeans, Bobby. I'll bet it's
uncomfortable all shut in like that. Maybe we should
give it some air."
Mary Beth sat down on her bed and fumbled with
Bobby's fly. Bobby tried half-heartedly to brush away
her hands, but her was really horny and his cock was in
charge of his head. Bobby's sister put her hand into
Bobby's pants and searched for the slot in his
underwear. The feel of her eager paw on his equipment
destroyed his last vestige of resistance. Mary Beth
scooped out Bobby's tool and watched as it bobbed up
and down, then she darted her head forward and engulfed
his shaft. Bobby groaned softly as he felt her warm,
wet, softness around his cock. His knees felt a little
weak, and he rested one hand on his sister's shoulder.
She looked up at his face and was gratified to see his
eyes almost closed in pleasure. She moved her head back
and forth slowly, sucking on Bobby's shaft.
As Bobby's breathing became more rapid, so did his
sister's movements. Bobby's hips moved back and forth
involuntarily, and he felt his semen gathering at the
base of his cock. Mary Beth felt the first twitchings
and prepared to swallow as much of her brother's load
as she could. Trying to keep from making noise, Bobby
shot glob after glob of sticky white jism into his big
sister's avid mouth. She swallowed most of it, but when
she pulled back from his softening prick, droplets ran
from both corners of her mouth down to her chin.
She wiped herself with the back of her hand.
"Better get out of here before Mom and Dad catch us,
Bobby," she said as she pushed him in the direction of
the door. Bobby hurriedly stuffed his tool back in his
jeans, and stumbled off in the direction of his room.
Mary Beth turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and
fingered her pussy as she stared into the blackness.
This is gonna work, she thought. After a few minutes,
Mary Beth groaned quietly as her body spasmed in
delight.
* * *
Bobby woke with a start. Late again. He jumped out of
bed, his stiff prick making a conical protrusion in his
pajamas. Why is it always so hard in the morning, he
wondered. Somebody at school had said something about
the full bladder pressing on something and getting you
turned on. Bobby didn't know whether he believed it or
not. In any case, he had a giant hard-on and he had to
pee real bad. He'd just go into the bathroom and take
care of both.
Mary Beth was just coming out of the bathroom as
Bobby came down the hall. She saw his erection and made
a quick decision, holding the door for Bobby, but then
pushing her way into the bathroom behind him and
closing the door with a flick of her hips. Bobby tried
to push her away, but she fondled his cock through his
pajamas as she seduced him in a low, throaty voice.
"Well. little brother, got your morning hard-on? I'll
bet it's all red and angry-looking." She fished his
tool out of the fly of his pajamas. She was right. She
reached to the far side of the counter and scooped up a
little cold cream, which she rubbed into her hands. She
put her soft, slippery palm on her brother's cock and
wrapped her fingers firmly around it. Bobby groaned,
overcome with the pleasure of her touch. She moved her
hand back and forth. "Like that, Bobby? I'll bet you
were going to do this for yourself this morning. This
is better, isn't it. After all, what are big sisters
for if not to take care of their brothers. And I'm sure
gonna take care of you, Bobby. I'm gonna pump that hot
white stuff right out of this big piece of meat. Come
for me, Bobby. Squirt your juice right here in my hand.
That's the way. That's a good little brother."
She cupped one hand over the head of Bobby's cock
and collected his thick jism. She reached behind her
for a Kleenex and wiped her palm. She tossed the tissue
in the wastebasket and was gone. The whole thing
couldn't have taken more than three minutes.
* * *
Bobby and Mary Beth sat silently in the back seat of
his parent's Buick, as all four of them drove home from
one of their Sunday night suppers at the Hendersen's.
Bobby's mother, Connie, had two sisters, one younger
and one older. Ellen, the older one, had married a
burly construction worker named Butch Henderson,
causing a small family scandal. The very look of the
man -- fireplug body, heavily-muscled thighs and
forearms, eighteen-inch neck, marine-style crew cut --
got him off on the wrong foot, and his lack of
education and tough way of talking finished the job.
The revulsion of the relatives was moderated when Butch
became a successful general contractor, and disappeared
entirely when his business prospered to such an extent
that he achieved a financial position that in Madison
qualified as great wealth. Butch had worked on his act
over the years, and no longer drank his beer from the
bottle at the dinner table, but we a rougher cut than
the rest of Bobby's family, who prided themselves on
their education and decorum.
The Hendersons had one daughter, who was a few
months older than Bobby. Ginny took after her mother's
family in looks, but inherited her father's blunt, no-
nonsense temperament. Her dark hair, olive complexion,
oval face and slim figure were saved from blandness by
her slightly bucktoothed smile, which she unconsciously
emphasized by her habit of resting one incisor against
her lower lip. Her eyes had an intent, direct quality
that made some people nervous; if she was feeling sexy,
which was often the case, it felt like she was mentally
undressing you. Ginny's sloppy dress, wise-cracking
style, and somewhat raunchy sense of humor didn't win
her any points with Connie.
The three children had played cards after dinner,
and Ginny sat on the floor with her legs straight and
spread wide as she dealt the cards between her feet.
Bobby sat across from her, his eyes riveted to her
crotch. Ginny's thin, tight shorts conformed to her
pubic mound, and Bobby could easily make out the
outlines of her pussy lips. Ginny noticed Bobby's
attention, and wriggled a bit to give him a show while
Mary Beth did her best to ignore the proceedings. Bobby
thought he saw a tiny bit of dampness at the crotch of
Ginny's shorts toward the end of the game, but decided
that he was probably imagining it.
Now in the darkness of the car, Mary Beth's
fingers began a slow walk along the seat, heading in
Bobby's direction. She kept her eyes on her parents as
she let her hand creep onto Bobby's upper thigh. She
flattened her fingers, and pressed her palm against her
brother's leg, insinuating her hand between his legs.
Bobby's breathing grew shallow as his arousal built
slowly; he was still a little turned on from playing
cards with his cousin, and his sister's warm hand blew
on the coals. Mary Beth's felt her thumb pressing
against something soft. She moved it back and forth and
decided that she was stroking one of Bobby's balls. She
slid her hand over until her fingers cupped his
testicles, then she squeezed gently, feeling Bobby's
hips rise slightly as he pressed against her. Mary Beth
thought about the card game, and she tightened her
fingers on Bobby's balls until she heard a little hiss
as he inhaled sharply. Before he could pull away, she
slid her fingers higher, turning them so she could
grasp his hard prick. Bobby's pants were too tight for
his sister to get her hand around his cock, so she
squeezed it intermittently as she moved her hand up and
down. Bobby sat rigid, loving her touch, feeling
uncomfortable with his sister's being the cause of his
arousal, and mostly feeling scared that one of his
parents would turn around and catch them. He told
himself that it was too dark to see anything, and that
Mary Beth could take her hand away if either of them
moved, but the experience of having his sister pull his
pud while his parents were three feet away made him
acutely nervous.
Mary Beth felt Bobby's muscles tense, and was glad
that he had stopped moving his hips. She wanted to be
the one in control, and having him stiff and immobile
was perfect. She picked up the pace, fanning her hand
up and down her brother's shaft, squeezing it randomly.
She felt his excitement building, but she couldn't tell
exactly how turned on he was because of the dark and
the way he was holding himself so stiffly. It'd be nice
to get him real hot and tease him, she thought, but I
can't hold him right at the edge, so I'll just slow
down a little and work on him until he comes. Bobby
felt his sister's tuggings become less frenetic, and
worried that she might be stopping. She kept on,
though, and slowly took him higher. Inch by inch, Mary
Beth took her brother over the top. He felt the
familiar feeling between is legs and knew that it
wouldn't be long now. His sister patted and squeezed
and pushed and yanked as he pumped out his hot white
semen, soaking his briefs. Mary Beth felt her brother's
squirting and slowed her pace, finally stopping and
pressing her palm against his softening cock. She hoped
his come would make a wet spot on his pants and that
she'd get to see him trying to hide it going into the
house.
* * *
Still breathing hard from his Saturday morning run,
Bobby walked up his driveway. Mary Beth appeared at the
gate to the side yard, and beckoned him to follow her.
Bobby followed his sister into the yard. She held open
the side door to the garage, and they entered. It was
cool and dark inside, filled with the aroma of old
wood, oil, rubber, leather, and gasoline. Mary Beth
turned to her brother and put her arms around him,
pulling him close and grinding her hips against his
pelvis.
She gave him an open-mouthed kiss, then pulled
away to look at this face. "Been working hard, Bobby? I
can tell that; you're all sweaty. I think you deserve a
reward for all your work. Sit up on the fender here,
and I'll give you just what you've earned."
Bobby sat on the right front fender of the family
car, and raised his hips as his sister pulled his
running shorts down to his knees. Mary Beth looked at
Bobby's jock strap. He looked so cute in it. She loved
the way the straps in the back exposed his compact
little ass -- kind of framing it -- and the way the
pouch in front drew all his equipment together in one
tightly bunched bouquet turned her on, too. But why did
they put the label on the outside? Ah well... Mary Beth
pulled the top of his jockstrap down and buried her
nose in his hairy, sweaty maleness. The confines of the
athletic supporter concentrated his gamy essence to a
level that excited her greatly. She licked at the head
of Bobby's cock, then slurped it up into her mouth. Her
cheeks hollowed as she pulled back, and Bobby could see
the outline of the crown of his member against them as
his sister moved up and down on his cock. He started to
move his hips in his excitement, but Mary Beth stopped
him. "Sit still," she said, "you'll scratch the car."
"Just let me so all the work, little brother." She
returned to her task, moving faster and faster until
Bobby filled her mouth. She pulled away, but remained
with her head in her brother's crotch long enough to
spit all his come back against his lower belly. She
pulled the jock strap back into place over Bobby's
fluids, smiled briefly at him, and disappeared through
the garage door.
THREE
Mary Beth sat silently at the dinner table, lost in her
thoughts. She was sure she had Bobby hooked now; he
wasn't even putting up token resistance any more. It
was time for their relationship to enter a new phase,
one that could fulfill Mary Beth's considerable
physical needs, and one that cemented Bobby's
subservient status. She fantasized about what would
come next.
"Mary Beth! Mary Beth!" She heard her father
calling her; it sounded like he was far away. Coming
out of her daydream, she turned to him. She struggled
to find a context. Some part of her must have been
plugged into reality, for, after looking blank for a
second, she picked up the pot roast and handed it to
her dad, mumbling her apology.
* * *
Mary Beth tossed restlessly, for several minutes, then
finally awakened fully. She knew that she'd been
dreaming about sex, but her thoughts were a jumble.
Whatever she had been dreaming about had certainly
affected her pussy. She reached between her legs and
pressed her panties to her pussy with the heel of her
palm. She rubbed her clitoris this way for a few
seconds, then pushed her panties aside and dipped her
fingers into her cunt. She was very wet. She played
with her clit, sliding her middle finger back and
forth, and her thoughts turned to Bobby. She thought of
his young, hard body asleep in his room, just waiting
for her touch to wake him. The fire in her loins grew
more intense as she planned a way to put it out.
Arising silently from her bed, she stripped off her
damp panties and tucked them under her pillow. She
crept into the hallway, and soundlessly turned the knob
on Bobby's door. She glided to his bedside in the cool,
shifting glow of streetlights filtered through trees.
Bobby slept on his back, his deep, regular
breathing plainly audible. Mary Beth bent down and
pulled the covers to the middle of Bobby's thighs,
noting with delight his lack of underwear or pajama
bottoms. His plump penis, already semi-hard, lay
against his belly. Mary Beth knelt on the floor and
leaned across her brother's lean body so she could
nuzzle his cock. She inhaled delicately, enjoying his
night sweat and his musk. Slowly, carefully, she kissed
the tip and slipped her mouth down as far as the base
of the helmet. As Bobby stiffened, she softly sucked
his cock. His breathing became more irregular as he
became rock-hard. Feeling her brother's meat fully
erect in her mouth, Mary Beth settled into a slow in-
and-out movement. Bobby slowly emerged from sleep. As
he broke into consciousness, he became aware of another
presence in the room, and convulsed suddenly on the
bed, tearing himself away from his sister's eager lips.
He sat up and started to say something, but Mary Beth
quickly put her hand over his mouth. She put one arm
around him and stroked his back as she whispered to
him: "Don't be scared, little brother. It's only me.
I've come to make you happy -- very happy, I think.
Just relax."
Bobby's sister slid down his torso, once more
kneeling on the floor as she sought his penis with her
soft, moist lips. She took him inside her warm mouth
and pressed down on him until she felt his manhood
against the back of her throat, then she withdrew, only
to push forward again. She settled into a slow, steady
rhythm as Bobby touched her hair in gentle wonderment.
Mary Beth reached her hand between her legs and found
her clitoris; she ran her middle finger around the oily
little nubbin.
After a while, she pulled away from Bobby's cock
and looked up at him. "Would you like to make your big
sister happy, too? Of course you would." She went back
to sucking his cock, at the same time moving her hips
towards Bobby's head. When her hip rested against the
side of the bed, she raised her knee and pulled herself
up over Bobby. She got her legs tangled up in his arms,
and ended up sitting on his face with both his hands
pinned under her knees. As she lowered her pussy to
Bobby's lips, he lifted his head off the bed and thrust
his tongue deep in her channel. He was rewarded with a
mouthful of his sister's viscous juices, which he
swallowed greedily. Mary Beth pulled off his cock long
enough to tell him what she wanted: "Don't mess around
with preliminaries, Bobby. I'm too hot for that. Just
go for the clit. Tongue me there, hard and fast."
Mary Beth sucked her brother's cock slowly until
she felt the beginning of her orgasm. She paused as the
waves washed over her, then she bobbed her head rapidly
up and down until Bobby filled her mouth with his
sticky, salty goo. She got up almost immediately,
planting a kiss on his mouth before she darted out the
door.
Bobby had a hard time getting back to sleep.
* * *
Bobby struggled up from deep sleep. Mary Beth was
kneeling by the side of his bed, kissing him softly but
thoroughly on the lips. As he woke, he turned his head
toward her and began to respond in kind. The feel of
her soft, slippery tongue and the smell of her hair on
his face excited him and brought him fully awake. Bobby
pushed the covers down toward his feet, and his sister
crawled up on the bed, lying on her side next to him.
She rotated her hips, gently grinding her pubic mound
against his thigh as she stroked his cock, her tongue
becoming more insistent in his mouth. She broke away
and pushed his jockey shorts down to mid-thigh. She
fisted his cock skillfully as she reached under his
pillow for the rubber. "Look what I found," she
murmured, teasing his nipples with the corner of the
foil package.
Fumbling a little, Mary Beth tore open the package
and tossed the foil on the bed. She addressed her
brother's prick as she unrolled the tube over him:
"Well, Mister One-Eye, we're gonna have to cover you
up. You'll still be able to feel pretty good though. In
fact, I think I'm gonna make you feel real good." The
ring reached the base of Bobby's staff. Mary Beth tried
to swing astride her brother, but he was too close to
the edge of the bed and there wasn't enough room for
her outside leg. She left one foot on the floor and
swung her other leg over Bobby, reaching between her
legs for his cock. Holding her brother's tool in one
hand like a wand, Mary Beth pressed the tip to her
clitoris and twisted the shaft in tiny circles.
Delicious sensations spread through her groin; she
wanted to tease herself with Bobby's cock, but she
wanted to feel him deep in her cunt. Reluctantly, she
pressed down on her brother's prick until it rested at
the entrance to her pussy.
Looking down, she resumed her one-sided
conversation with Bobby's prick: "OK, Mister One-Eye,
I'm gonna turn out the lights now. You'll have sweet
dreams, I'm sure." Mary Beth sat down on Bobby,
swallowing his cock to the hilt, grinding her clit
against the hair at the base, and then moving her hips
in circles as she pressed down hard. Bobby dug his
fingers into the sheets as his sister rode him into
ecstasy. Mary Beth leaned forward so her clit would
make better contact, put her hands on her brother's
shoulders for leverage, and picked up the pace. The
crumpled foil worked its way under Bobby and dug into
his back. He tried to ignore it. All too soon, he felt
the ticklish tingle in the head of his cock that meant
that he was very close, and then his orgasm was upon
him. His sister fucked him even faster until she could
no longer feel the twitchings of his cock. She reached
down with one hand and gripped the rubber at the base
of Bobby's cock, squeezing on it as she pulled away.
"You're not done yet, little brother," she said as
she worked her way up the bed, sliding her inside knee
forward, walking with her outside leg, and leaving a
wet trail up his chest. The lights went out for Bobby
as his sister covered his face with her wet, hairy
cunt. He cupped her buns in his hands to steady her,
but she made him put his hands flat on the bed.
Enveloped in her musky sweetness, passive under her
twisting hips, Bobby licked his sister's clit until she
convulsed against him, bruising his upper lip.
Without another word, Mary Beth slipped out of the
room, leaving Bobby wondering what to do with the
rubber on his softening penis. Eventually, he got up
and flushed it down the toilet.
* * *
Out of school for the day, Bobby opened his front door.
He wandered through the house, calling, but heard no
reply. There must be someone home, he thought, or the
front door wouldn't have been unlocked. Standing in the
kitchen, he heard a faint voice through the window, and
went out the side door to check it out.
"Hey Bobby," he heard, "Over here." It sounded
like his sister.
He looked around, but couldn't see anyone.
"Behind the bushes," came the call.
Bobby walked in the direction the sound had come
from. As he rounded the low hedge he saw Mary Beth
stretched out on a towel, sunbathing. She was lying on
her stomach with her head toward him, her bathing suit
wadded up into a pillow. Bobby gaped at her naked body
as she raised her head.
"Hi, little brother," she called. "Isn't this
nice? It's a great day for filling in the white spaces
on my butt. Why don't you come check it out?"
"Huh?" Bobby's wondered if his sister was
deliberately obscure, maybe to keep him off balance."
Her voice changed from its casual tone. "Walk
around behind me," she said slowly and with exaggerated
patience.
Bobby stood with his feet at the foot of the
towel.
"Now kneel down on the ground."
Bobby knelt with his hands on his knees and
watched as his sister spread her legs so that her
ankles were about two feet apart.
"Now lean forward."
Mary Beth's brother walked forward on his hands
until they came to the insides of her knees.
"Keep going."
Bobby moved his hands to the outside of his
sister's legs and walked forward until he was poised as
if he were about to do a girl's pushup: his knees on
the grass, his body and arms straight. He looked down
at his sister's fanny. It was a good deal whiter than
the rest of her body; he liked the way the crack of her
ass started right where the skin changed color.
"You know what to do now Bobby?"
"Um, no, Sis..."
"You can kiss my ass!" Mary Beth used a drill
sergeant's voice, but a giggle escaped, ruining the
overall impression.
Bobby lowered himself between his sister's legs,
and rested his cheek on one of hers. Her skin was
delightfully warm, and the sunshine had infused it with
the smell of the outdoors. He rolled his head until he
was face-down in his sister's warm, soft pillows, and
gave her a series of closed-mouth kisses. He roamed all
over her sweet, spongy behind, kissing, licking and
smelling. Mary Beth's ass was damp with perspiration,
and when Bobby slipped his tongue into the top of her
crack, he noticed that she was wet and salty there. He
continued to rove back and forth over her cheeks,
pausing more and more often at the top of her cleft,
and sliding his tongue further down it. As he moved
down, he licked up the sweat that had collected between
her spongy buns. Mary Beth gave a little moan, and
moved her knees slightly forward so her hips came up
off the towel. Now Bobby moved from side to side,
slowly descending. Soon, he could smell his sister's
asshole as he passed back and forth over it; her scent
was earthy, dark, and pungent. He nibbled at the bottom
of his sister's cheeks, then moved inward and licked at
some of the salty black hairs growing inside them.
Mary Beth shifted from side to side impatiently.
"The asshole, Bobby," she insisted. "Smell my brown
asshole, little brother. Take a good whiff."
Bobby pressed his nose between his sister's spongy
cheeks and sniffed at her nether hole. Up closer her
scent was raw, sour, and penetrating. He breathed
deeply, then slid his nose up and down over his
sister's sweaty bottomhole, catching the tip of it on
her slick, spongy sphincter, especially on the down
strokes. When his nose snagged against her puckered
ring, Mary Beth jerked back suddenly and drove Bobby's
schnoz into her greasy channel.
"That's good, Bobby," she said. "Get your nose
full of me. Press harder -- I want your nose up my
butt." The boy did his best, driving his face forward
until his nose was deeply embedded. "Oh, good, Bobby --
I like that. I want to squeeze down on it..." Bobby
felt his nose being compressed, and his sister squished
him out by contracting her sphincter. "Is that a good
game? Now push down again..." Bobby slipped in easier
this time. "That's right. Harder, though." He pressed
his cheeks to hers. "Wiggle it back and forth." Bobby
shook his head from side to side. His nose popped out,
but slid back into his sister's sweaty asshole each
time his head faced forward. He paused and pressed
harder. "You like my asshole wrapped around your nose?
I know I do. Now back off a minute. Hold your nose
right over my shit hole." Mary Beth was up on her knees
now, having worked into the position trying to get more
leverage to push back against her brother. Her tight
little bud was loosening in response to Bobby's
penetration: he caught a glimpse of pinker skin inside
as he pulled his nose out. "Take a deep breath." The
boy breathed deeply of his sister's spicy aroma. "Do I
smell good? Smells nasty, doesn't it? You love it,
though. You love sniffing your big sister's butt."
She paused, ready for the next step. "That's good.
Now I want your tongue."
Bobby's opened his lips and his gave his sister's
bunghole an experimental lick. His velvety tongue felt
so good to Mary Beth that she drove her hips back,
pushing her ring against Bobby's mouth. He lapped at
the furrows and fissures of his sister's bottomhole,
trying to get his tongue in as far as he could. Mary
Beth, overcome with the delicious sensation, squealed
like a pig.
Bobby licked her for a long time. Several times he
stopped, but his sister made him stick his tongue back
in her asshole. She dropped her shoulders to the ground
and pressed back harder in her efforts to get her
brother's tongue deeper into her butt.
The feeling in her ass was wonderful, but Mary
Beth's growing excitement made her crave an orgasm. She
knew just how to make that happen: "OK Bobby. That was
good. Now lick my clit. You've got it all hard, now
whip it with your tongue."
Bobby, complied, sliding his lips down across his
sister's dripping pussy and lashing back and forth at
his her button. His nose buried itself deep in her
cunt, and he had to tilt his head back in order to
breathe. Soon he felt Mary Beth's clit start to
withdraw, and he lapped at her until her hips shuddered
and she collapsed onto the towel.
After a few minutes, Mary Beth rolled over. Her
face was damp and tendrils of black hair hung in her
eyes. "Oh Bobby," she said with a trifle too much
enthusiasm, "You're a great ass licker." He wasn't sure
that was a compliment.
"And now for you," purred Bobby's sister as she
reached for the suntan oil. "Take your pants down and
lie on your back."
Bobby lay with his pants around his knees. Mary
Beth pulled his shirt up until his nipples showed. She
poured a generous helping of oil into her hand, and
reached for Bobby's stiff cock. Fisting it in both
hands, she jerked her brother off. It wasn't long
before he groaned and shot his spunk into the air. Mary
Beth put one hand over her brother's prick, catching
his juices as she pumped him with her other hand. When
nothing more came out of his cock, took a few more
strokes just because she knew he was sensitive then,
then she stopped and wiped her hand on her brother's
belly. She got off the towel so he could use a corner
to clean himself off.
* * *
Hump Day, thought Mary Beth as she fiddled with her
homework. Two more days until the weekend, a big
Chemistry test on Friday, and I'm horny again. It must
be my period; I don't know why the times when I'm the
messiest are the times when I need it the most. She
heard her mother bustling about the kitchen. "I'm going
out for groceries," she called up the hall. The front
door slammed.
Mary Beth did an inventory. Dad's bowling, and Mom
will be at least half an hour. Bobby's supposed to be
studying. She pushed her papers into a pile and walked
into Bobby's room.
"How goes it, bro'," asked Mary Beth as she leaned
against the door jamb.
Bobby raised his head and pushed his chair back
from his desk. "I dunno, Sis," he answered. "I think
I've got tomorrow taken care of, but Friday's gonna be
a killer." He stood up and walked over to his sister.
"And to top it all off," he said, placing his hands on
her tee shirt over her breasts, "I'm so horny I can't
see straight."
"Isn't that a coincidence," Mary Beth said as she
took her brother's hand and led him in the direction of
the bathroom. She flipped the cover over the toilet and
sat down, beckoning Bobby over. He stood in front of
her, and she grasped his cock roughly through his jeans
and kneaded it. "You certainly are horny, little
brother," she growled sexily. "This telephone pole you
got here is a real pussy-stretcher."
Mary Beth undid her brother's fly and fished his
staff out, bending it awkwardly to fit it through the
opening. She leaned forward and darted her tongue
around the head. "It's big tonight, Bobby," she purred.
"I don't know if I'll be able to get my tiny little
mouth around it." She wasn't worried, but she knew what
a turn-on it was for guys to hear about the immensity
of their dick. She laid it on thicker: "Oh Bobby, your
big prick is gonna stretch my baby lips. You're gonna
gag me with that big thing. I'm gonna suck you though.
You want to watch me, Bobby? You want to watch your big
prick sliding between your sister's lips? Want to see
how far down I can leave my lipstick?"
Bobby's sister pressed her lips to the head of his
cock, slowly separating them to admit half the helmet.
She paused and gazed up at his face, looking angelic
from the nose up. Her expression contrasted sharply
with the lascivious way she sucked her brother's cock;
the effect was not lost on Bobby, who stared into Mary
Beth's eyes to get the full effect. She slowly engulfed
his prick, her hot, slippery, velvety wetness feeling
even better than Bobby's anticipations. She bobbed back
and forth, pausing several times with her lips on the
tip, the same innocent look in her eyes, and her tongue
swirling around the slit of her brother's cock.
Mary Beth moved one hand from Bobby's hip to the
base of his prick. Circling him firmly, she jerked him
off while she moved her head rapidly in short strokes.
Bobby could take no more; he shot several streams into
his sister's eager mouth, most of his come going down
her throat, but some escaping from the corners of her
lips. After he finished, she withdrew, looking up at
him while she scooped up the semen on her chin with an
index finger, and licking it off.
"Now it's my turn," Mary Beth said as she stood
up, forcing her brother backwards and almost sending
him head-over-heels into the bathtub. She reached
behind her and flipped up the cover on the toilet, then
pulled her pants and panties to her ankles. Sitting
back down on the toilet seat, she pointed to the floor
in front of her. "Kneel down, little brother," she
urged. Bobby obliged, looking somewhat confused about
the deal with the toilet seat. "Now lick me," Mary Beth
ordered. "Lick your big sister's pussy until she comes
all over your face. Lick me until I quiver like jello."
Bobby didn't like the idea of putting his head in
the toilet bowl, but her leaned forward. As he did so,
he spotted a sanitary napkin stuck to the inside of his
sister's panties. A long narrow brownish-red stain
marred the pure white surface.
"You're having your period," Bobby blurted in
protest.
"It's just blood, Bobby. It won't hurt you." Her
voice held no sympathy at all.
Bobby bent forward until he was almost to his
sister's cunt, then balked, looking up at her again.
"Go ahead, Bobby," Mary Beth urged, her voice
growing harder. "You can do it."
She pushed down on his head, and he suddenly
relented, obediently beginning to tongue his big
sister's clit. He tried to keep from licking her
further down, but she kept her hand on his head and
bucked up against him, smearing his lips with her
discharge. As Bobby's tongue caressed her clit, his
sister got more turned on and oozed clear slick pussy
juice, which flushed the blood out of her; the mixture
dripped into the toilet bowl, forming pink swirls and
tendrils. Mary Beth's breathing became ragged as she
climbed higher. Driven by a sudden desire to see her
blood on her brother's face, she lifted her ass off the
seat and, holding his head down, slid her pussy up and
rubbed his nose in her dripping cunt. She wiggled from
side to side, then eased herself down again, gratified
to see her red and pink stains on Bobby's nose and
cheeks. The sight was unexpectedly arousing to her and
she began to whine as she approached her climax. Bobby,
his misgivings worn down by his sister's persistence,
lapped eagerly at his sister's nubbin until she was
exhausted.
Mary Beth wiped herself with toilet paper,
flushing the toilet as she stood up. She pulled up her
pants and washed her hands. "You better get your face
cleaned up, little brother," she said as she walked out
the door. "You look like you lost a knife fight."
FOUR
Ginny turned off the shower, stepped out on the mat,
and ran the fluffy towel over her body. Catching a
glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, she tossed
the towel on the counter and looked critically at her
body. Not bad, she thought, at least the guys seem to
dig it. She cupped her breasts in her hands, twisting
the olive nipples into erection. 34-B. They sure seemed
big when I was fourteen, but they're just ordinary now.
Still, I'm glad I'm not one of those cows. The slender
brunette ran her hands over her flat stomach, and
fluffed up her dark-brown pussy hair. God, there's a
lot of it. It's always sticking out the crotch of my
swimsuit, and I for sure can't get the kind with the
high-cut legs, but I'll be damned if I'll get one of
those wax jobs. Some of the boys think a lot of hair is
sexy. Guess I do to, at least on guys. She turned
around and looked over her shoulder at her ass. Too
small? Too much like a guy's? Maybe not, guy's cheeks
don't curve over like that. It must look pretty good to
the boys; they sure like to touch it. And taste it,
too, she thought, remembering the night before when she
had made Bill lie on his back while she slowly lowered
her brown asshole onto his mouth and forced him to lick
her for half an hour.
* * *
Trying to be quiet, Ginny rummaged through the hamper
in the bathroom, looking for a pair of her mother's
sexy panties. Her hand encountered something soft and
silky, and she pulled it out and held it up for
inspection. Yeah, that's right -- thin white material
you can kinda see through, lace above the crotch, cut
low on the sides, that's better than my plain, boring
cotton ones. Why won't Mom let me have sexy panties?
Mary Beth has some real nice panties. Probably nothing
as hot as these. Too bad I can't get clean ones, but I
might wake up Mom if I went in her bedroom. How dirty
are they? The teenager raised her mother's soiled
panties to her face and sniffed the crotch tentatively.
Jeeze, that's strong. Mine don't smell that way, even
if I wear them two days. Kinda sexy though... I guess
I'll wear them...
The slim brunette silently opened the bathroom
door and tiptoed back to her room. She stood before the
mirror, shook out her mother's panties, and started to
put them on. Something stopped her, and she stood
poised with the underwear in her hands and one foot
just off the floor. Ginny set her foot down, cupped her
palm under the crotch of the lacy undergarment, and
brought it to her face. Underneath her mother's strong
musky smell, there was something sweet and herbal. It's
perfume, the girl thought. Mom puts perfume on her
pussy! The thought excited the teenager. She imagined
her mother in the bathroom, touching her forefinger to
the perfume bottle as she stood by the toilet, raising
one foot and putting it on the seat, and reaching
between her legs to transfer the scent to a few
carefully chosen places. Who's it for? the girl
wondered. Does Mom have a lover? She shook her head.
It's for Dad. Tough old Dad. I wonder just how tough...
Suddenly the teenager imagined a scene so real that the
room blanked out for her.
Her father lies naked on his back on his bed, his
head just over the edge in a way that forces his
neck back and makes his Adam's apple stand out. His
hands grip the sheets, and he stares back at Ginny's
mother, who stands several feet away, her feet a
foot apart and her arms crossed over her breasts,
wearing only the lacy panties. His enormous erection
twitches as he lies motionless. Ellen walks slowly
forward until her knees touch the bed on either side
of Butch's head. She puts first one knee, then the
other on the bed, and kneels above the man, who
stares up at her. Leaning forward for balance, she
squats down on his face, pressing the silky cloth
covering her very smelly, lightly perfumed cunt to
his mouth and nose. He starts to put out his tongue,
but she stops him with a harsh, "No," and sits on
his face for a long time, rubbing herself languidly
back and forth. His every breath is full of her
musky essence, and she gradually shifts all her
weight to her hips and tightens her thighs around
his head, drowning her husband beneath her warm
strong cunt...
Ginny's head swam as she returned to reality, only
to be lost again as another powerful fantasy filled her
head.
Butch is naked. He lies spread-eagled on the bed,
his hands and feet tied to the corners with
stockings. Ellen, wearing only the panties, dances
sexily for him, bumping and grinding and touching
her breasts. She slowly slides the panties off,
holds them by the waistband, and dangles them over
the horny, tied-up man. She teases him, lowering the
silky garment until it just grazes his skin, and
running it up and down all over his body, pausing
for a long time at his crotch. His cock drools pre-
come. She drags her panties over his prick to sop it
up. More takes its place. She torments and tickles
him until he writhes on the bed, pleading for her to
stop. She ignores him. Finally, after he has given
up, she dangles the panties over his face, then
drops them on his mouth. Arranging the underwear so
the crotch lies over his lips, Ellen pokes part into
his mouth with her forefinger. Working with just one
finger and gazing into his eyes with a look of
innocent idle amusement, she stuffs the panties in
his mouth with painful slowness. Then she squats
over his hips and swallows his rod inside her wet
pussy. The creak of bedsprings and a almost-
inaudible squishing continue a long time, finally
being drowned out by her screams as she comes...
Ginny came to, still holding her mother's panties
to her nose. She reached down and touched her pussy.
Her finger came away glistening. It's so embarrassing
sometimes, she thought, I get so wet when I get turned
on. I don't know how many times I've come home from
dates with my panties soaked clear through. And if I'm
at the beach and I start thinking about getting it on
with one of the lifeguards or something, I have to keep
my legs together and go jump in the water or sombody'll
think I wet my pants. And then there was that time at
the dance... Oh yeah, that was hot. Dancing slow and
close with that hunk Jeff, working our way back where
it was dark, soul-kissing, and pressing my pussy
against him through my dress, feeling my pants get
damp, then wet, then I felt the drops start to dribble
down my leg. It felt good, we were both sweating up a
storm anyway -- a little more juice didn't seem to
matter. But afterwards, the insides of my thighs were
all sticky, and when Jeff put his hand up under my
skirt, he looked at me real funny. It kinda seemed to
turn him on, though... Well, tonight the whole plan is
to get wet, and the wetter the better as far as I'm
concerned. Let's get this show on the road.
The slim teenager stepped into her mother's
panties. She looked at herself in the mirror on her
closet door. Ginny was bigger than her mother, but her
hips were slimmer, and the panties sagged a little in
the front, though they cupped her high pubic mound with
delightful snugness. The pants just barely covered her
dark bush, which was clearly visible through the
diaphanous material. Ginny put her hands behind her
head and practiced pouting for a minute, then, looked
at the clock and quickly finished dressing.
Time to go, Ginny thought as she flicked out the
light and walked to the window, aided by the moonlight
pouring through it. She balanced on the window sill,
propping herself up with her hands so she wouldn't get
her white jeans dirty. With an awkward flounce, she
launched herself away from the house, twisting a half
turn and hanging onto the sill for balance as she
landed in the shrubbery. The ground was soft and moist
under her feet, and she could feel a few clods stuck to
her shoes as she ran across the yard and hid behind the
garage. She scuffed her feet against the grass and
slapped the at the seat of her pants. Dodging the
bright pools formed by the streetlights, the slim
figure zig-zagged her way across the street and set off
with a determined gait.
Two blocks away, an old Ford convertible idled at
the curb, its powerful, V8 turning over raggedly and
burbling through barely-legal glasspacks. A pair of
tough-looking teenagers sat on the backs of the front
seats smoking and watching the street behind the car.
The driver sneered at his friend, "She's late.
I'll bet she ain't coming. I told ya she was a prick-
tease. Makes all kinda promises and then don't show up.
Probably give us some kinda line tomorrow about why she
didn't come."
Ginny turned the corner about half a block away,
and was lit brilliantly by the streetlight. The kid on
the passenger seat hit his friend playfully on the
upper arm, and whispered, "See Jack, I told you she'd
come."
"I never said she wasn't," the driver said
defensively. "I just said she was late."
Ginny rolled her hips as she sauntered with
exaggerated casualness towards the car. "Hey, kid,"
said Jack in his best James Dean, his cigarette
bouncing up and down as he talked and his head tilted
back to keep the smoke out of his eyes.
"Hi, guys," said Ginny with as much excitement as
if she'd run into them by accident in the school
cafeteria. She reached up and rumpled the hair of the
kid on the passenger side. "How ya doing, Johnny?" she
asked with a sexy lilt to her voice.
Johnny smiled in greeting, slid down the seat back
and opened the door. No one spoke as Ginny rolled
across the boy and plunked herself down in the middle
of the front seat. Jack dropped into position, put the
car in gear and pulled out with a liquid rumble.
Johnny put his right hand on Ginny's knee and slid
his palm up the inside of her right thigh until he
cupped her pubic mound. She slapped his arm, then
grabbed his wrist and pulled upwards. "Let's get
something straight, guys," she said in a harsh tone.
"You're gonna have a real good time tonight -- so good
a time you're gonna pinch yourselves in the morning --
but only if you do things my way. You understand?"
The boys muttered affirmatively.
Ginny continued, "If you're real good, you're
gonna like what happens." She felt for Johnny's crotch
with her right hand. "Keep your hands by your sides,
Johnny," she warned as she cupped her hand over his
equipment and pressed against him. The heat of her palm
excited the youngster as much as the pressure and he
began to stiffen. Ginny smiled to herself, thinking:
This is going to work out all right. Two of them, and
they're bigger, but I'm smarter, and I know what I
want. I just have to keep 'em happy, keep 'em off-
balance, and stay one step ahead of them. Maybe I can
even make their macho attitude help me. Jack'll be
harder to handle, so I'll get Johnny to do things
first. After Johnny caves in, Jack'll follow, no sweat.
She moved her hand up and down over Johnny's jeans
until she felt his full erection, then she reached over
with her other hand and unbuttoned his fly. Johnny
sucked in his breath as Ginny snaked both hands into
his underwear. Her fingers flew around like moths,
touching him lightly in intimate places before they
urged his member out of his underwear and pulled his
dick up straight. "Now isn't this nice?" Ginny asked as
she glided her right hand lightly up and down the
length of Johnny's cock, gripping him just hard enough
so her hand didn't slip and savoring the way the soft
supple skin slipped effortlessly over the rock-hard
core. Johnny just swallowed hard. Ginny wondered how
his cock would feel in her mouth.
The lights at the roadside became less frequent as
the trio headed out of town. With her left hand, Ginny
started to touch Jack's dick through his pants. Having
observed the scene with Johnny, Jack was hard even
before the girl made her move. She dug her fingers into
the boy's pants, pushing his cock back and forth until
she had it lined up the way she wanted it. "I'll be
back, Johnny," said Ginny as she forsook his cock so
she could have both hands for his friend. Soon Jack,
too, sat with his tool poking up into the night air,
being masturbated lightly by his teenaged companion.
Ginny returned her right hand to Johnny's lap. With a
cock in each fist, she made up inventive rhythms as the
three drove into the countryside. She tried jacking
them off in unison, then pushed down on one as she
pulled up on the other, then experimented with two
strokes on each side. Ginny like the weirdness of the
scene -- the highway, the moonlight, the smell of the
fields in the warm air, the rumble of the car together
with a cock in each hand and the boys in her power.
"Like it so far?" she cooed. The boys just mumbled, but
Johnny's fists tightened as he pushed them into the
seat, and Jack's driving grew somewhat erratic.
Jack spotted the turn, slowed, and bumped off down
a gravel road to the left. The headlights illuminated a
thick forest on both sides of the rutted track. The
road twisted around and stopped abruptly. Jack turned
the car around and killed the engine. A sudden silence
washed over them, broken by crickets.
"Let's get out and look at the creek," Ginny said
in a shift of mood. "Leave your dicks out, though. I
like you guys that way."
The three spilled out of the car and walked over
to the creek bank. Without the shade of the trees near
the car, the three-quarter moon clearly illuminated the
boys' equipment; Ginny liked the way their pricks
glowed white in the pale light and bobbed up and down
as they walked. The two guys felt awkward and exposed.
There was nobody else around, but it still felt strange
to be walking around like that. But that's what Ginny
wanted, she was one hot chick, they sure were horny,
and if this would get them laid, hey, no problem, man.
After studying the creek and listening to the
water for a minute or so, Ginny asked, "You guys got a
blanket?"
"Sure, Gin, there's one in the trunk," answered
Jack.
"Run back and get it."
Soon Jack returned with the blanket, holding it in
front of his waist in instinctive protection against
Ginny's inspection of his tool.
"That's good, Jackie. Spread it out on the creek
bank. No, over here where it's flatter." Johnny
stumbled out of the way as Jack complied.
"That's nice," encouraged Ginny. "Now get
undressed," she continued, letting an edge creep into
her voice.
"Just us?" complained Johnny.
Ginny placated him: "I'll get naked, too, but you
go first. You guys can watch me undress. It'll be real
sexy."
The boys pulled off their clothes, piled them on
the ground, and stood looking expectantly at Ginny, who
watched with her arms crossed. Their bodies glowed in
the moonlight.
"Now lie down on the blanket," urged the teenaged
girl. "No, the other way -- put your heads down here."
"That's downhill," protested Jack.
"That's all right, it's not steep. Besides, I
can't do my show unless you can see this flat spot."
"I guess," said Jack as he lay on his back and
propped his head up with his hands so he could see
Ginny. Johnny lay down next to him.
Ginny put her hands behind her head and rotated
her pelvis slowly, the white jeans standing out clearly
in the dim blue light. "You want this pussy?" she
taunted as she spread her legs and pumped her hips back
and forth. "You like my tits?" She shimmied her upper
body and her breasts swayed, then she unbuttoned her
blouse slowly, pulling out the tail and spinning around
so the garment flew outwards. She pulled it open to
expose her white brassiere. "Nice, huh?" she cooed
flirtatiously. The young brunette slipped easily out of
the shirt, and tossed it to Jack, who held it for a
minute, smelling her perfume and her body. Ginny
slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, and walked
over to the blanket, her full breasts bobbing as she
swung her hips.
She stood just off the blanket, near Johnny's
shoulders. "Hold up your hand, lover," she asked.
Johnny raised his arm, and Ginny grabbed it for balance
as she took off her shoes and socks, stepping onto the
blanket as she did, so she wouldn't get her feet dirty.
Johnny held up his other arm, and Ginny supported
herself on it as she skinned off her jeans and tossed
them on top of one of the piles of clothes. She spread
her legs and swished her hips to show off her mom's
lacy white bikini panties.
Still holding Johnny's hand, she picked up one
foot and set it gently down on his chest. Ginny trailed
her toes lightly up and down the boy's stomach, then,
hopping as she turned, she pressed the ball of her foot
to his lips. The young boy's mouth was slack, and she
toyed with him, slipping her toes between his teeth and
over his gums. Growing bored with that, Ginny twisted
towards Johnny's feet and teased his prick with her
foot. She wriggled her toes against his balls, then
moved upwards and stepped lightly and quickly on his
cock, dribbling it like a basketball as it lay against
his belly. As it rose to a vertical position, the
teenager switched tactics and batted it back and forth
like a punching bag. Johnny groaned. If she kept this
up much longer, she was going to make him come, and
that would be embarrassing. He bit his lip as he tried
to control himself. Ginny noticed the signs, and backed
off. It would be fun to see Johnny squirt all over his
own stomach, but he wasn't fully under her control yet,
and he might react badly afterwards. Another time,
Ginny thought as she gave the muscular boy's cock a
final kick.
The slim teenager straddled Johnny's head facing
his feet. She slowly lowered herself to a kneeling
position with her knees pressing the boy's arms against
his sides. "Come over here," she said to Jack, and the
other boy worked his way over until he lay right next
to his friend. "Move your hips down towards me," she
instructed, and Jack moved up about six inches. Ginny
leaned forward and to one side, so her mouth was over
Jack's cock. She touched his staff with her hand and
guided it towards her mouth. "Now it gets real good,"
she purred as she licked the tip. Ginny lowered her
hips until she could feel Johnny's hot breath between
her legs, then she sat back on the boy, pressing her
sweet young pussy to his lips through her mother's
soiled panties.
Johnny knew what was coming, but he was still
taken aback to find himself so suddenly surrounded by
warm soft flesh and silky fabric. The strong smell of
Ginny's crotch filled his nostrils. He didn't know that
the aroma was partly Ginny's tangy young pussy and
partly her mother's darker, richer smells; he just knew
it smelled real sexy, especially as turned on as he was
from what Ginny had been doing to him with her foot.
When Ginny pressed down on the boy, her juices started
to ooze out of her pussy and soak through the thin
material. Johnny slipped out his tongue and licked the
sexy teenager's crotch as she began to undulate against
his face.
Ginny smiled to herself as she felt Johnny's warm
wet tongue against her sensitive flesh. Even through
the panties he felt good. He didn't seem to have a real
clear idea of her geography, but she was sure that he
could learn, given proper instruction. She slithered
her lips up and down Jack's erect penis, pausing when
the head touched the back of her throat, then repeating
the motion. Sometimes she slipped just the head in her
mouth and sucked on it while she swished her tongue
around. Jack made a strangled sound in the back of his
throat, and Ginny figured that she was on the right
track. She cocked her hips and slid them back further
so Johnny would be more likely to find her clitoris in
his seemingly random tonguing. He accidentally licked
her slippery nubbin, and she moaned, hoping he'd get
the message that he'd found the spot.
She reached for Jack's balls and cupped them in
her hand as she moved her head faster. Ginny was ready
for something else, but she figured that the boys would
be easier to control once they had a little less semen
on board. Jack groaned as the slim brunette pressed his
sack and sucked his dick. He knew he couldn't last much
longer. Before long, Ginny felt the first spasm. She
took one squirt in her mouth, then pulled away and
fisted Jack's prick rapidly as he shot his load on his
belly, his face, and into his hair.
Ginny rolled off of Johnny and lay on Jack's chest
while she curled up and peeled her mother's panties
off. She rolled back the other way and managed to get
to her knees again, this time astride Jack at waist
level. "Scooch up here," she said as she reached
between her legs and tugged on his shoulders. "And
Johnny, you come towards me."
Jack soon found the teen's wet pussy against his
mouth. He lapped avidly, delving into her hot channel
and coating his tongue with her thick cream. Ginny sat
down hard on his face, making it easier for him to
reach deep inside her, but harder for him to breathe.
He concentrated on the licking -- he could breathe
anytime. The hot young girl sat up even further and
rested almost all her weight on the boy's face for a
few moments, reveling in the feeling of control, then
she rolled her hips forward and shifted her weight to
her knees and elbows. The movement brought her clitoris
in contact with his tongue, but he soon wandered off
lower down her crotch. She knew it was time for a
lesson.
"Higher, Jack," she prompted. Jack, confused by
her instructions, went the wrong way. "Not that way,"
she instructed, "Higher on my body -- toward my
bellybutton." Jack backtracked and approached the
target. "A little to the right... a little lower...
There! Feel that little bump?"
"Umph," Jack mumbled affirmatively.
"Lick it," she ordered.
Jack obeyed with altogether too much enthusiasm.
"Not so hard," the pretty teenager said harshly,
"Lick it slow and gentle, but don't stop until I tell
you to."
Jack managed to moderate his eagerness, and began
to tongue the slippery pearl with something approaching
delicacy. Ginny gave a little moan to encourage him,
following it with a series of guttural noises that were
much less voluntary as the young boy's tongue excited
her and spurred her onwards. Growing more confident,
Jack stiffened his tongue and moved it in slow circles
around the base of Ginny's clit, barely noticing the
cold from the pool of come covering his chest.
Johnny didn't have to wait long to become a
participant; the girl leaned forward and swallowed his
stiff prick deep into her hot mouth in one motion,
forcing a gasp from his lips. She moved her head up and
down rapidly, then stopped for a moment to lick her
middle finger. That's not gonna be enough, she thought,
and she reached behind her back and slipped her finger
up her slippery pussy, twisting it around and gathering
up as much juice as she could. Jack could tell
something was happening, but he couldn't figure out
what.
As Ginny sucked Johnny's slim cock she probed
between his legs with her hand, tucking her slippery
middle finger into her palm until she got her bearings.
Feeling under his balls, she found the cleavage between
his tight, muscular buns and ran her index finger up
and down it. As Johnny started to pant, Ginny suddenly
rammed her middle finger all the way up his asshole.
Johnny felt violated, confused, but intensely aroused.
Before he could even begin to sort his feelings out he
erupted into the teenager's warm, wet mouth. Ginny
tasted his warm, mildly salty semen, then pulled her
finger out and pumped the rest of Johnny's load out
onto his chest. After a moment, she returned her
attention to Jack, who was doing what she considered to
be a pretty good job on her clit. In fact, it was such
a good job that, if she paid attention, she would
probably get off soon. The slim brunette rocked her
hips rhythmically, moving enough to subtly direct
Jack's slippery tongue just where she wanted it. Her
copious secretions rolled out of her channel and
dripped down onto the boy's face as he tongued her just
as she had instructed. In a minute or two, her teaching
paid off in an fierce orgasm. Ginny screamed as she
came, seeing stars against the black night, bucking
against the boy lying underneath her hard enough to
bruise his lip, and scaring them all a little.
The lithe young girl rolled between her two
friends, wriggled until they separated enough for her
to lie on the blanket, and stared at the stars while
she caught her breath. She put her arms out and found
two wet, slippery cocks, one hard, and one soft but
stiffening as she manipulated it. It had been a great
first act, and she already had a few plans for the
second one.
It wasn't long before both pricks were nicely firm
in Ginny's fists. She knelt between the boys and pulled
one cup of her brassiere down so her breast was
exposed, but cradled lewdly by her undergarment. "Like
this, boys?" Johnny sat up and Ginny pulled his face to
her dark brown nipple, cradling his head in her arm as
he suckeled her. With her free hand, she similarly
freed her other breast and beckoned Jack to partake.
She rocked back on her heels and grinned at the sky as
the boys sucked and nibbled at her hard nipples.
After a few minutes, Ginny pushed the boys away
and struggled to her feet. "On your knees, Johnny," she
ordered, "It's time you learned about eating pussy."
Johnny levered himself up, whining, "I already
know how to eat pussy."
"I think you can use a lesson anyway." Ginny stood
over Johnny and took his head between her hands. Ginny
had a sudden inspiration, and grabbed him by his ears.
"Put your tongue out," she directed. "And hold your
neck loose so I can move your head around. You've got
to paint by numbers for a while before I let you have a
clean canvas."
"Feel that?" she asked, touching his tongue to the
place where her labia met below her belly. "That's the
start of my outer lips." She ran his tongue down one
side and back the other. Johnny started to lick her as
she paused back where she had started. "Stop that!" she
ordered. "You'll get to lick soon enough. Now you're
just holding your tongue out as far as it can go. Got
it?" Johnny tried to nod, but she held his head too
tightly. She pushed him down. "Now this," she
continued, "Is where you put your cock, that is, if
you're real nice and I'm in a good mood. I like it when
you lick up inside there, too." She cocked her hips and
pushed him against the tender flesh between her pussy
and her asshole. "When I let you lick me here, use real
broad strokes. Make your tongue wide and flat, and lick
me in one long swipe from my tight little bottom hole
to my pussy. It's OK if you dip in at either end."
Ginny straightened and lifted up on Johnny's ears,
which were getting a little sore by now. "And now," she
whispered, "This is the place that really gets me off."
"You can warm me up by licking all around, but when I
want to come, lick this little stubby thing -- feel it?
Yeah, that's right -- right here. Be gentle at first,
but when I'm about ready to come, you can lick it fast
and hard. In fact, if you don't, you'll be sorry."
"Got that?" said Ginny in a tone that allowed only
one response.
Johnny nodded, afraid to trust his voice. Ginny's
bossy style struck a chord in him.
"Get your tongue up my cunt," she said, stepping
over him and forcing his head back. Johnny put his
tongue out as far as he could and licked the inside of
Ginny's pussy as she pushed his head further back and
put more of her weight on him. Ginny reveled in what
felt like being fucked by a very tiny, very agile
penis. She was glad that Johnny had a nice long tongue,
and she thought of another place where it would feel
good. "That's nice, Johnny," she cooed. "Real nice.
Would you like to put your tongue where it would turn
me on even more?"
Johnny mumbled his assent, sure that he was going
to get to lick Ginny's clitoris.
Ginny stepped back, spun around, and bent over
slightly. "Lick my asshole, Johnny," she ordered in a
bored tone of voice.
Johnny hesitated for an instant. This girl had
more moods than anyone he knew, and she changed them
when he least expected it. Now she wanted him to put
his tongue in a dark, dirty place. He felt a little
revulsion, but surpressed it. He had already decided
that he'd do whatever Ginny said. Just making that
resolution made his head spin, but more with excitement
than fear. He leaned forward and navigated by feel,
easily finding the girl's tight, warm serrations with
his ardent tongue.
Ginny reacted to Johnny's intimate probings with a
savage joy. He did it, and he didn't even complain! Now
I can make him do anything! She pressed back against
him, spreading her legs so the boy could have better
access to her sensitive rosebud. She tugged on Jack's
shoulders. "Lick my clit, Jack," she said hotly. "Lick
my clit while Johnny sticks his tongue up my butt."
Jack tried to comply, but Ginny's bent-over posture
made it hard. He burrowed in and finally made marginal
contact with the girl's enlarged nubbin. His chin
bounced off Johnny's, to the disgust of both of them.
Ginny realized that this game had problems, and
mentally kicked herself for not planning better. Now
she had to choose between her own satisfaction and
completing the subjugation of Johnny. It was an easy
choice. The sexy teenager sat back against the boy's
tongue. "Get it further up my ass," she hissed, feeling
his attempts at compliance immediately. She met his
probing with even more backwards force. It made it hard
for Jack to get to her clit, and it took him a long
time to make her come, but she knew it was worth it.
Afterwards, Ginny thought about the boys. She
ought to get them off once more, and she hadn't yet
clearly established her superiority over Jack. She sank
to the her knees on the blanket.
"Oh, Jack." she said sweetly. "Lie down here on
your back, will you? I'll do something for you I know
you'll like."
Jack did as she asked, pleased that she wasn't
going to make him do the same kinds of things as
Johnny. Ginny sat on his chest facing his feet and
clamped his arms to his sides with her knees. She
reached out and caressed his hard-on gently with her
right hand as she cradled his balls with her left. She
masturbated him slowly as her left hand fluttered like
a butterfly between his legs and over his testicles. He
groaned with pleasure. Ginny picked up the pace with
her right hand and started pinching and scratching his
balls with her left. It felt better than he could have
imagined, and he gave himself up to the ecstasy. Ginny
knew she had him then, and she put her weight on her
knees and walked backwards, then slowly, slowly sat
back down, this time on the boy's face. Jack could see
enough in the moonlight to know what was happening as
the slim teenager's soft bottom descended upon him. Her
hands kept up the exciting caresses and he knew that if
he didn't do what she wanted she'd stop touching him.
Ginny leaned forward and her buns separated. Finally,
her tight brown opening, still wet from Johnny's
tongue, touched Jack's mouth. With a little moan, Jack
tentatively slipped his tongue through his lips. He
felt her furrows and ridges as he licked her slowly.
Ginny delighted in Jack's soft tongue as she
continued to sit back on the boy. Soon he felt a heavy
weight on his cheeks, and he stopped licking and began
to probe the teenager's tight bottomhole with his
tongue. And still Ginny increased the pressure, until
all her weight was resting on the boy's face and he had
to tilt his head back in order to breathe.
Her hands flew up and down his cock. "Like that,
Jack?" she taunted. "Like having your tongue up my
butt? Like licking my asshole while I jerk you off?
Sure you do. I know you do. You like it so well you're
gonna shoot your load while I sit on your face. Well
c'mon, cream for me. Let's see what you've got in you."
Jack spouted what was indeed an impressive
quantity of white, sticky fluid, considering that he
had come less than an hour earlier. Ginny encouraged
him in a patronizing tone: "Oh, that's nice. Come some
more. A little more still. Very good, Jackie."
Ginny walked forward and sat in her previous
position on Jack's chest. She motioned to Johnny and he
straddled his friend and faced the girl. "And what
about you, Johnny?" she said in the same condescending
tone. "What can I do for my Johnny?" She reached down
with her left hand and inserted her middle and ring
fingers in her hot wet cunt. When they were thoroughly
coated with her oily fluid, she reached out and between
Johnny's legs, positioning her fingers at the entrance
to the boy's asshole. "Well, for starters, how about
this," she said as she slid her fingers inside him. He
grimaced, but stood where he was. She grasped his dick
firmly with her right hand and stroked it rapidly as
she explored the secret recesses of his rectum. Johnny
came in an embarrassingly short time, covering Ginny's
breasts with his semen.
* * *
On the way back to her house, Ginny cautioned the boys:
"I know you guys like to talk about your conquests.
This wasn't exactly a conquest, but you might be
tempted to blab about it to your friends. If I one word
gets back to me, I'm gonna tell everybody all the
details. You don't really want that, do you? I didn't
think so. That's why you'll dummy up, right?"
The boys nodded silently.
"On the other hand, if you guys can keep a secret,
we can play some more. I've got lots more things to
show you."
FOUR
Bobby dashed down the hall, grabbed the jamb of his
sister's door with a suddenly outstretched hand, and
pivoted into her room, hanging there as she turned
slowly away from her desk. "You didn't waste any time,
little brother," she teased, "They haven't been out of
the driveway for more than thirty seconds."
"I couldn't wait for them to get of out the house.
It's knowing that they'll be away most of the day that
made the difference. It'll be the first time since,
well, you know..."
Mary Beth stood up and sauntered slowly towards
the boy. "Yeah, Bobby. I think I do know." She
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the shirt-tails out of
her shorts. "I think you want to get it on with your
big sister." She pulled her bra aside and ran her index
finger around her dark-brown, puffy nipple as she
licked her lips and favored her brother with a sloe-
eyed gaze. The girl's nipple hardened slightly and
pushed its way upwards. "You'd like to nibble on my
tits, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, Sis."
She pushed her shorts down, stepped out of them,
and tossed them on casually on the bed. Mary Beth
raised her hands to her hips, inserted her fingers in
the waistband of her white nylon panties and lowered
them until her pubic hair just showed at the waistline.
"You'd like to lick my pussy, too. You want me to sit
on your face while you lie there and lap me with you
big wet tongue." She shrugged out of her blouse, tossed
it over her shoulder, and stood with her hands on her
hips in her underwear. "You'd like to fuck me too, huh
Bobby? You want to drive your big cock up my pussy? You
want to fuck me so hard I squeal; so hard I beg for
mercy?"
She closed the distance to her brother and grabbed
his stiff cock through his jeans. She looked Bobby hard
in the face and hissed, "Your dick says that's what you
want, little brother."
Mary Beth backed away, crossed her arms, and
changed back to a teasing tone. "But you know what,
Bobby? You're gonna have to work for those things.
You've been too wimpy, Bobby. It's time you acted like
a man."
Bobby's responded in a surly voice: "Whaddaya want
from me, Sis? Most of the time you get on my case if I
don't do what you say fast enough."
"I've got lots of moods -- you oughta know that by
now. And now I'm in the mood for a tough guy. The only
way you're gonna get in my pants today is if you rip
'em off me."
Bobby took a step forward and wrapped his arms
around his sister. "You mean if I want it I'm gonna
have to take it?"
Mary Beth wriggled, but her brother didn't let her
go. "You got it, bro'." She suddenly spun around and
out of her brother's grasp and disappeared out the
door, her pushed-down panties winking at Bobby as her
buns moved up and down.
Bobby started after her, but thought better of it.
Smiling, he slowly stripped, tossing his clothes on his
sister's bed. Ready for action, he ran lightly into the
hall. Seeing no sign of her, he quickly searched his
and his parents' bedroom; she wasn't there either. He
darted into the living room, looked around, and saw
Mary Beth jump up from behind the couch and sprint for
the door he'd just come through. Bobby dashed after
her, catching her as she tried to turn the corner into
the hall. He tackled her with his arms around her
waist; she tried to twist loose as she fell, but only
succeeded in loosening Bobby's grip enough so his hands
slipped down her legs, dragging her panties to her
knees. Mary Beth turned onto her face so she could make
another break, but Bobby wriggled his way up her body
and held her down. His cock slipped between the cheeks
of his sister's bottom as he struggled to control her;
the girl tried to wriggle away, but he pressed down
hard with his hips and her writhing only served to
excite him.
"Gotcha, Sis," he said as he held her down. "Now
you're mine."
"Bullshit!" Mary Beth gave a mighty, but
unsuccessful, twist.
"Don't push it, or I'll ram this dick up your
butt. It'd be easy. You'd like to get butt-fucked,
wouldn't you, Sis?" He moved his hips downward an inch
or two.
Mary Beth had set this up, and she'd thought that
she could keep it under control, but having her little
brother's cock up her ass wasn't part of her plan.
There weren't a lot of things she hadn't done, but that
was one of them, and she wanted to be thoroughly in
control her first time. The teenager had a small moment
of panic. "Don't fuck me there!" she blurted out.
Bobby knew she meant it, and that gave him a
perverse kind of desire to do just that, although he'd
been mostly teasing before. Bobby's shaft slid jerkily
down between Mary Beth's wiggling buttocks until the
tip rested a couple of inches up from her virgin
bottomhole. Shifting his weight away from his sister's
back made him a little unstable; Bobby lifted his hips
a bit, reached down with his hand and grabbed his penis
so he could press it into her. He pushed down and it
the head dropped down into the depression around her
asshole; he eased forward with his hips.
Mary Beth felt Bobby's rod forcing her puckered
rosette apart. He was really going to do it! The
realization gave her strength and Bobby's new position
made him vulnerable. She tightened her buttocks,
jostling Bobby's hand and keeping his probing cock
momentarily at bay, then she twisted sharply, and Bobby
lost his balance, falling heavily on her as she lay on
her side. Bobby shifted tactics and rolled his sister
over on her back, rucking himself up, grabbing her
wrists, and pinning her hands to the floor. She panted
as she struggled, but Bobby got his pelvis between her
legs and pushed forward with his cock. Mary Beth's
panties were still around her knees, and Bobby couldn't
get her legs far enough apart. It took him a while to
realize what was wrong, but finally he grabbed both her
wrists with one hand reached down with the other, and
pushed the underwear down one leg, leaving it to dangle
around one of Mary Beth's calves. He grabbed his cock
and moved it around until he could feel his sister's
warm cunt with the head. She was so wet that Bobby had
no trouble driving his prick in to the hilt, in spite
of her evasive movements.
With both hands now holding Mary Beth's wrists,
Bobby fucked her with hard, short strokes as he taunted
her: "Thought you could get away, huh? You little
prick-tease -- just lie there and take it. Just lie
there and let me fuck the shit out of you. I'm gonna
come in your tight little box, Sis. The more you
wiggle, the more it turns me on. Oh God, you're so hot
and tight! Get ready, cause here it..."
Bobby felt a hard grip on his shoulders, and
before he had any idea what was happening, he was
pulled back and thrown on the floor. He looked up at
his assailant. His father stood over him, shouting
incoherently, his face twisted and ruddy as he opened
and closed his fists spasmodically. His mother backed
into the corner, clasped her arms across her chest
self-protectively, and started to cry.
Mary Beth rolled into a ball and covered her face
in her hands. Sounds very much like sobs emerged, then
the girl caught her breath for an instant. "He r..raped
me," she gasped, and then struggled to her feet and ran
awkwardly in the direction of her bedroom. The door
slammed, and Bobby was alone with his parents.
FIVE
Bobby didn't understand it. In the midst of this family
crisis, his mom had decided to invite his aunt over for
dinner. His sister was sticking to her story about
being raped, and his parents both believed her, no
matter how much Bobby had pleaded that she had led him
on. Neither Mary Beth nor Bobby had admitted anything
about any previous sexual encounters, and Bobby didn't
even try to explain that they had been playing a sexual
game, so his story wasn't at all convincing. He had
finally given up trying to talk to his mother, and his
father was so angry he could barely stand to be in the
same room with him.
And now, he was going to have to deal with an
outsider. He liked Aunt Pamela well enough, but she was
such a formal person. His mother's younger sister had
never married and gone into the real estate business.
Now she had two offices in town and a flock of agents
working for her. He usually saw her in a business suit
with her hair in a bun, accentuating the regal planes
of her face. And she acted businesslike most of the
time, never getting too excited, always cool, maybe a
little detached. She was a stickler for politeness in
Bobby and Mary Beth, and always gently but firmly
corrected them when they forgot their manners with her.
Now they'd all have to act like nothing was going on,
and of course they can't carry that off, so they'll all
sit around stiff, and there'll be awkward silences and
boring discussions of safe topics... The thought made
Bobby's skin crawl. Here he was all torn up with shame
at what he'd done, even more shame at being caught,
anger at his sister for putting all the blame off on
him, and frustration with his parents for believing her
instead of him. He was as full of nervous energy as if
he'd downed four cups of coffee at a sitting, and he
was going to have to push it all inside and appear
calm. Shit!
He dressed in his nice wool slacks and a clean
sport shirt, buffing his good shoes but not bothering
to apply new polish. The doorbell rang. He went to
answer it, knowing his mom was busy in the kitchen. On
the way he ran into Mary Beth, who ignored him. He
looked at the way she was dressed and got angry all
over again. The simple white frock and understated
makeup made his sister look like a choir girl, like a
sacrificial virgin, like a innocent, but Bobby knew
what a two-faced bitch she was...
Still angry, he jerked open the front door. Pamela
stared at him with a startled expression on her face
that gradually solidified into an unspoken demand for
an explanation or an apology. Bobby chose the latter:
"Oh, sorry, Aunt Pamela. I guess I was in too much of a
hurry. Please come in."
Pamela swept by him as he held the door, giving
him a sidelong glance. She headed for the kitchen with
Bobby trailing behind. Pamela dashed forward and hugged
Bobby's mother, Connie, getting a little flour on her
suit in the process. Bobby thought their greeting was
more restrained than usual. They always seemed so close
to him, which was surprising considering what different
persons they were. They were the same height and
coloring, but Connie's soft, voluptuous body contrasted
with Pamela's lean, athletic figure, her loose, relaxed
hairstyle with Pamela's severe one. Pamela dressed like
a businesswoman, but Connie had given up her job when
she got married, busied herself with volunteer work,
and dressed in Madison's version of Junior League
style. The women began to talk in low tones, not
exactly excluding Bobby from the conversation, but
making no attempt to bring in into it. He got the
message and went to his room, where he lay on the bed
wishing he were somebody else.
* * *
The dinner was just as bad as Bobby had feared. His
sister sat beside him looking angelic as she prattled
on about how much she was looking forward to going to
college in the fall. Pamela sat across from him; every
so often Bobby thought he noticed her looking at him
with an evaluative expression on her face. She seemed
cool and a bit aloof, but at the same time focused on
him in a manner that made him even more uneasy. He felt
like a bug under a microscope. Not being involved in
the conversation, he tuned out...
Until he heard Pamela say, "Connie, I've decided
that it will be all right with me. You'd better talk to
Bobby, though."
Bobby came back to earth with a jolt. Talk about
what? He wished he'd been paying enough attention to
know what Aunt Pamela was talking about.
His mother looked wary. She turned to Bobby's
father, a florid, fleshy man not given to unnecessary
speech or displays of emotion. "Ed," she said with a
hint of pleading in her voice, "Why don't you tell
Bobby what we've been talking about?"
The phlegmatic man at the head of the table
cleared his throat and put down his fork. "Bobby, your
mother and I have talked, and we've decided that some
things will have to change now. We don't think it would
be right for you and Mary Beth to live in the same
house, at least until Mary Beth goes away to college in
the fall. You have already shown that you aren't to be
trusted in some areas, and we don't have any confidence
that there won't be a repetition of the, er, incident
that just happened. Maybe Mary Beth could have stopped
you, but you were the person who caused the problem, so
we think you should be the one to leave the house. You
can do one of two things. One, you can finish out your
school year at that military academy we looked at last
year -- the one in Indiana -- and then stay there for
the summer term, either returning here in the fall and
going back to Madison Central, or graduating and going
on to college. Or, you can live with Aunt Pamela until
the fall. We've asked her if she would take you in and
look after you, and she has agreed to do so. I'm sorry,
I know that it seems like we're rejecting you and
throwing you out of the house, but we really don't mean
it that way. We just can't take the chance of a
repetition of what happened. We wouldn't be being good
parents if we let that happen, and it certainly
wouldn't be fair to Mary Beth." He didn't sound angry,
but Bobby figured that he was just putting on a good
show.
After making one of the longest speeches that
Bobby had heard from him, Ed ground to a halt. He
remained with his elbows on the table and his hands
folded into a tent as he watched Bobby through pale
blue eyes.
Bobby felt his face flush with anger and shame.
Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes. He jerked
himself to his feet, knocking his chair backwards to
the floor, and ran blindly out of the room.
A few minutes later, his mother found him sobbing
on his bed. She rubbed his back lovingly. Bobby relaxed
with a sigh.
Connie spoke gently. "I'm sorry, Bobby. We still
love you. I love you. We don't know what else to do. It
probably won't be for very long. Please understand."
Bobby's mother massaged his back and shoulders. He
felt the cool, strong hands pressing, kneeling, and
stroking him through his shirt. When she leaned over
him, her hair fell against his cheek; it smelled like
Mary Beth's. Connie pressed her thumbs together at the
small of his back and slowly drew them apart and down.
Bobby caught himself hoping she'd slid her thumbs under
the belt of his pants. His prick grew heavy and thick.
She bent to kiss his cheek, and her scent was so like
his sister's that he wanted to turn and kiss his
mother's lips, to open them with his tongue and to sip
her nectar. He wanted to touch her heavy woman's
breasts, to weigh them in his hands and to suckle at
their thick, chewy nipples. He wanted to slide his
tongue down her belly until he reached her thick dark
bush, then to find her damp, pungent nest and lick the
lips until they spread welcomingly. He wanted to make
his mother pant, to moan, to sweat, to writhe, and
ultimately to convulse helplessly under his tongue. He
realized that it was time to get out of there.
SIX
Burdened by two suitcases. Bobby stumbled up the stairs
to Aunt Pamela's front porch. He dropped them on the
grey floorboards and caught his breath. His parents had
refused to drive him over, and he'd had to walk the
eight or nine blocks. His arms ached, and the exercise
combined with the warm spring day had caused him to
sweat through his tee-shirt. Taking a deep breath, he
rang the doorbell.
After a few moments, Bobby heard steps behind the
door; he straightened up and tried to look his best.
The latch turned, and the door swung open. Pamela did
not smile as she stood aside and waved her hand to
invite him in.
"Just leave you bags here," she said in an even
voice, "and come into the living room for a minute."
Pamela sat on the couch. Bobby started to do the
same, but she stopped him, saying, "I'd prefer that you
stand in front of me." She spoke slowly and seriously.
"I want you to understand that you are here
voluntarily. You may not like your choices, but you do
have choices, and one of them is leaving here. Should
you decide that's what you want, I won't stand in your
way or talk you out of it. I want you here only if you
want to be here. You can leave now, or at any time you
choose. All I ask is that you tell me first. There's
just one thing you need to know about your leaving: if
you go, you can't come back. Is that clear?"
"I guess so," replied Bobby while examining the
rug.
Pamela ignored his manners, and began to lecture
him. "Your mother told me about the incident with your
sister. She also told me that you tried to lie your way
out of it. I've agreed to take you in for a while, but
only if you agree to work at improving your faults. Do
you understand?"
Bobby noted Pamela's high-necked white silk
blouse, her generously-cut charcoal wool skirt, and the
way her dark-brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Her
high cheekbones, aristocratic features and her simple
makeup reinforced the impression of severity that made
him nervous. "Y..yes, ma'am," he stuttered in reply.
"Good. I've thought about it, and I've decided
that the things you need to work on are self-discipline
and humility. Your need for self-discipline is obvious:
you couldn't control yourself with your own sister.
Your lying about what happened means that put yourself
before the truth, your sister, and ultimately your
family. Your ego is too inflated, and if you learn some
humility you won't do things like that. Do you follow
me?"
"Yes'm"
"I told your mother that I would try to help you,
but I must have your cooperation. For your own good,
you must follow my instructions exactly as long as you
are in this house. You must do what I say, when I say
it. Are you willing to obey me?"
Bobby realized that he didn't have much choice
except to go along. "Yes, Aunt Pamela," he responded.
"That's good. I'll show you to your room now."
Bobby picked up his bags and followed Pamela down
the second floor hall. She led him to a small,
sparsely-furnished bedroom, and opened the drapes. At
her instructions, Bobby sat on the bed as Pamela opened
one of the bureau drawers. She pulled out a garment,
and handed it to Bobby. "I'll give you some time to
unpack -- an hour should be enough. Then I want you
take off all your clothes and put this on, and come
down to the living room."
Bobby inspected the garment briefly, then
complained, "But this is a pair of panties! I'm a guy;
I can't wear these."
"I'm going to forgive that outburst since this is
new to you, but I want you to know that it can't
continue. You will put those panties on, and come down
to the living room wearing them and nothing else. I am
not in the habit of explaining myself, but again I will
make and exception because you're just starting out
with this. One of your problems is a lack of humility.
Part of that is your big male ego. Wearing women's
underwear will eventually train some of that ego out of
you. I expect no further back talk. Do you understand?"
Bobby nodded and stared at the floor. Pamela
walked stiffly out of the room and closed the door
behind her.
* * *
Pamela sat on the couch reading a magazine when Bobby
came down the stairs. She was pleased at her progress
so far -- Bobby had agreed to her degrading dress code
with only perfunctory back talk -- but she was anxious
about the next few minutes. Bobby paused tentatively at
the living-room door and cleared his throat. Pamela had
heard him on the stairs, but she waited until then to
look up from her reading. Although she kept her
expression impassive, she smiled inwardly at the sight
he presented, standing nervously in his modestly cut
white panties, his male equipment making a bulge in the
front. His youth and poorly-masked innocence excited
her greatly.
"Come here," she said sternly, pointing to a spot
about six feet in front of her.
Bobby shuffled over in his bare feet, and stood in
front of her. His hips were cocked to one side in a
vain attempt to shield his manhood from her gaze.
"Stand up straight and face me," she ordered. Put
your hands behind your back.
Bobby squared his hips and pulled himself up into
a semblance of good posture.
"Shoulders back."
While not achieving a military bearing, Bobby did
the best he could.
"That's better. Let me tell you about some of the
rules around here. You will come straight home from
school, and you will go nowhere else beside school,
unless I give you permission to do otherwise. You will
not go out in the evenings or on weekends without my
permission, and you will keep your room neat and tidy
at all times."
"Now we need to have a talk about discipline,
especially sexual discipline, which appears to a
problem for you. First let me explain something. You
can think anything you like, and it's alright with me.
It's alright with everybody else in the world too,
because they can't know what you're thinking unless you
tell then, or act on your thoughts in some way. Where
the problems start is when you do or say things. That's
where you need to discipline yourself. You can think
the dirtiest, most salacious thoughts you want as long
as you control yourself. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes'm"
"Good. Now let's discuss your sexual habits. How
often do you masturbate?"
"Ma'am?"
Pamela admired the blush that began in Bobby's
cheeks and spread to his chest. "You heard me. How many
times a day, on average?"
"Um...I guess once or twice."
"And what's your record?"
"Huh?"
Pamela admired the beet-red color of Bobby's face.
Was there a stirring beneath the panties? "How many
times have you ejaculated in one 24-hour period?"
"Five or six, I guess."
"Yes, I think some increased discipline is in
order. I have some new rules for you. From now on, you
will not masturbate at all unless I give you
permission. I will supervise your sexual release. If I
find that you have disobeyed me, I will punish you. Is
that clear?"
Bobby was astounded, but he swallowed hard and
responded meekly, "Yes, ma'am."
"Now I know that this will be hard for you, and I
don't intend to suppress your sexuality completely. I
will make appropriate arrangements from time to time."
Confusion replaced surprise and fear as Bobby's
principal emotion. Did that mean she would help him get
off?
Pamela examined Bobby's crotch. There were
definite twitching as Bobby's cock strove to straighten
itself under the thin nylon. This was working out fine;
now it was time to change to subject. Sometimes a
little ambiguity was a good thing.
"Now on to humility," she said, "Come over here
and kneel in front of the couch."
Bobby complied, glad to have his private parts
removed from the center of his aunt's vision.
"Now Bobby, it's time for your first lesson in
humility. You are going to have to do some things that
you're not going to like, but I promise you that you
will learn from them. By placing you in humiliating,
even degrading, circumstances, I will teach you to
surpress your ego. Are you ready for your first
lesson?"
Pamela reached down to her knees and raised her
skirt, spreading her legs slightly at the same time.
Bobby tried to look at her crotch, but the light was
bad and he could just see the dim white of her panties.
Pamela spoke to him in an even, commanding voice.
"Bobby, I want you to put your face against my crotch.
I don't want you to do anything else. You may feel a
desire to lick me or kiss me, but I want you to
surpress that craving. Put your head under my skirt."
Bobby ducked under the hem, and settled in with
his face between Pamela's legs. She felt his breath
against her, and suppressed a fierce urge to grab his
ears and grind her cunt into his face. She gently held
his head through the skirt. In a little softer tone,
she continued. "Now I'll guide you to the right place."
She moved his head until his nose pressed against her
clitoris and his mouth was at the entrance to her cunt.
She had to tip his head back in order to achieve
contact in both places, but was pleased at the thought
that some discomfort should be part of his experience.
She admonished him, "Just stay right there until I tell
you you can move while I read a little."
He felt her rest the magazine against his forehead
as he surrendered himself to the perfumed darkness. Her
pungent odor was strong in his nostrils. He felt her
soft pussy hair through the thin nylon. She seemed damp
under his mouth, but he couldn't tell if the cause was
her secretions or his hot breath. He breathed in
through his nose so he could smell her better, and out
through his mouth because he thought it might excite
her. He had only the dimmest idea of what might happen
if she got turned on, but it seemed like a good thing
to do.
Pamela knew what was causing the wetness, and she
knew there would be more when the juices that were
already filling her pussy leaked out. She knew she
couldn't do anything about that, but she told herself
to be sure that she didn't give the boy any other clues
about how hot she was getting. No wiggles, no pants, no
moans, she thought; I need to stay in character.
After several minutes she put down the magazine
and spoke to him: "Can you smell me?"
"Yes," he mumbled into her pussy.
She inhaled sharply. "Yes, what?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, ma'am."
"That's better. You may call me ma'am or you may
call my Aunt Pamela, but you must talk to me
respectfully."
"Yes'm"
"Do I smell very strong?"
"Yes, Aunt Pamela, you do."
"There's a reason for that. Ever since I agreed to
let you come to my house, I've changed into the same
pair of panties every time I came home. For five days
now, I've worn these panties around the house so they'd
be nice and ripe for you. I thought it would be more
humiliating for you to press your face against my
soiled panties than if they were clean. So just think
about how dirty they are as you bury yourself in them."
"There's something else. It will do your male ego
some good if you learn to respect women more. So while
you're kneeling there with your face in my lap, I'd
like you to get into the idea of worshipping my vagina.
It's the center of womanhood, and you need to
respectfully adore it."
"Think of both things at once. You're sitting
there with your mouth and nose pressed into my soiled
underclothes. It's dirty, yet you keep on doing it. At
the same time, underneath my dirty panties is my warm
vagina. You love it, and want to show your respect to
me and to all women by honoring it. You press your
mouth against it as a symbol of your esteem."
Pamela picked up her magazine again, but she
couldn't concentrate. She loved having his face pressed
against her pussy, but she was excited and frustrated
and wanted to come. All in good time, she thought as
she concentrated on not moving while Bobby knelt with
his mouth against her dampening crotch.
When she had taken all she could, she lifted her
skirt again. Bobby blinked in the light, and Pamela
ordered him to straighten up. She glanced down at his
pelvis. His erection made a stiff tent pole for the
white panties, and a few drops of pre-come dampened the
material at the apex. Pleased, she spoke again. "That
was very good, Bobby. I think you're a good boy who has
developed a few bad habits. Nothing that can't be
fixed, I'm sure."
Pamela touched Bobby's face with her left hand,
then touched his lips with her fingers. She slipped her
index and middle fingers into his mouth. "Suck my
fingers," she whispered, "Make them wet and slippery."
Bobby sucked and licked while Pamela swirled her
fingers around his mouth. "And now, Bobby," she
continued, leaving her fingers in his mouth, "It's time
for your second lesson in humility. I want you to get
on your hands and knees on the couch, with your head
against the armrest." She withdrew her fingers
reluctantly.
Bobby clambered into position, and Pamela sat
behind him. "Put your shoulders down on the arm of the
couch," she said in a soothing voice. Bobby complied.
"Now I'm going to take down your panties." She
pulled the underclothes over his hips gently and
slowly, stopping when they were just above his knees.
She touched his wrinkled asshole with her wet fingers.
The small, pink, hairless opening entranced her. "One
of the things that men with big egos are usually touchy
about," she began as she slipped her middle finger in
up to the second knuckle, "Is their anus." He was
tight, warm and elastic. She reminded herself to take
it slowly.
"It bothers them to have a woman's fingers in
their rectum." She withdrew her finger and probed
again, this time with both her index and middle
fingers. Bobby tensed his sphincter, found that that
made it hurt, and did the best he could to relax.
"You may have some of those feelings yourself. If
you do, I think you'll find that they diminish upon
repeated treatment." She twisted her hand back and
forth.
"Sometimes it takes a while, though, and I may
have to do this for you many times." She thrust her
fingers inside and massaged Bobby's prostate.
"You can help by letting me know when your ego
asserts itself. If you come and tell me, I can treat
it, either this way, or with some other technique." If
he were going to rebel, he would have done so by now.
With growing confidence and mastery, she finger-fucked
Bobby's butt with rapid, firm strokes.
Pamela continued, her voice growing more
seductive. "And now, Bobby, I'm going to be very nice
to you. This is getting you excited, isn't it."
"Yes, ma'am, it sure is."
"It would be hard for you to keep from abusing
yourself if I sent you to your room right now, wouldn't
it?"
"Yes'm."
"I know. Well, since this is your first day and
you're just getting used to things around here, I shall
relieve you. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Pamela, very much."
"You'd have to ask me nicely first."
"Oh...um... Aunt Pamela, would you please, er,
take care of me?"
"You want me to masturbate you?"
"Y..yes, ma'am."
"Then say it."
"Please Aunt Pamela, will you masturbate me?" The
word sounded clinical to Bobby's ears, and made his
pleading seem craven to him.
"Yes, Bobby, I will masturbate you until you
ejaculate."
Pamela suppressed a trembling in her right hand as
she reached for Bobby's cock. She strove for a cool
precision in her touch, and resisted the urge to
lovingly stroke his member. Holding him gently but
firmly, she began a series of long, even strokes with a
moderate tempo that matched the way she finger-fucked
his asshole. Bobby didn't last long at all. As he
spurted, Pamela aimed his cock into the panties bunched
around his knees. She kept up the same steady rhythm
for a minute after the last spasm, knowing that Bobby
would be especially tender then.
Pamela released Bobby's cock and slipped her
fingers out of his ass. She reached down and pulled the
panties up around Bobby's hips, reaching between his
legs and rubbing his cum into his crotch.
Pamela prompted, "What do you say, Bobby?"
"Thank you, Aunt Pamela."
"That's right. Next time I want you to thank me as
you ejaculate. Thank me once each time you spurt. Do
you think you can remember that?"
Also Bobby was thoroughly satiated for the moment,
he was thrilled by the implication that there would be
a next time. Eagerly, he answered, "Oh yes, Aunt
Pamela, I'll remember."
"That's good. Run along to your room now. By the
way, don't sit down until your semen dries. I don't
want to get the furniture dirty."
"Does that mean I can't change clothes?"
"Yes, Bobby. I want you to wear those panties all
day. Each day, I want you to put on a new pair when you
get up in the morning. You can change into your regular
clothes when you go to school, but I want you to change
back into your panties as soon as you get home. I don't
want you to wear anything else around the house, and I
want you to wear the same pair all day. Is that clear?"
Bobby didn't like the sound of this, but he was
still coming down from the state of intense sexual
excitement that Pamela had caused, and he didn't want
to disagree with her, so he answered simply, "Yes'm."
Bobby went off to his room to finish unpacking and
to do his homework standing up. Pamela took a bath.
After locking the door carefully, she lay in the warm
soapy water and caressed her clitoris with her index
finger until she came violently. Her stomach muscles
contracted in spasms as she struggled to keep from
crying out in her ecstasy. Afterwards, she relaxed and
marveled at her good fortune.
SEVEN
"I don't know about this, Ginny," Jack whined as the
teenager walked in circles around the tree, wrapping
the rope tight around his body. She moved slowing
downwards, pinning his hands to his sides, trapping his
erection against his belly, forcing his thighs and
knees together, and ending with a square knot at his
ankles. Johnny, also naked and already similarly bound,
watched from several feet away.
"Then why are you so hard, Jackie?" mocked the
slim brunette. She reached out and fingered the boy's
equipment, then pulled the rope out with one hand and
freed his cock with the other. "You got a rod just
thinking about it, didn't you? You like being helpless
while I make you do things. Dirty things. Nasty things.
You can't wait to find out what's going on in my filthy
little mind." The girl smirked into the hulking boy's
face as she masturbated him slowly, squeezing him a
little harder than necessary. This was the big one; if
things worked out, she'd have both boys in the palm of
her hand. She gave Jack a few quick jerks, then spun
away.
"How 'bout a little show, boys?" Ginny asked in a
theatrically throaty voice. She put her hands behind
her head and lifted her hair to the top of her head,
then let it fall about her shoulders. "You wanna see
this body?" The girl teasingly unbuttoned her blouse as
she undulated her hips. The blouse hit the ground,
followed by Ginny's shorts and her thin white
brassiere. She pulled down her panties and posed
provocatively as they bunched around her knees, then
she kicked them up in the air, caught them with one
hand, sauntered over to Jack and slapped him gently
across the face with them. Over and over the soft
material bounced silkily against the boy's cheeks,
bringing hints of Ginny's aromas to Jack's nostrils.
His excitement shone in his eyes, and Ginny smiled at
the effect her teasing humiliation was having. She
turned her underwear inside out, put her hand behind
the crotch, and rubbed the damp spot against Jack's
nose and lips. Looking suddenly bored, Ginny hung her
underwear on Jack's stiff prick; it trembled as the
twitchings of his cock bounced it around.
Ginny shifted her attention to Johnny. "He looks
pretty silly, doesn't he?" she smirked as she put her
hand on his shoulder and gave him an insolent look.
"Well, so do you, kid. You may not have my underwear
dangling from your cock..." She reached down to stroke
Johnny's half-hard prick. "But you're a sorry case,
just the same." Ginny put her tongue in the boys ear,
then whispered, "You want to put this thing somewhere
where it's warm and slippery?"
"Yeah, baby. I want to shove it up your hot cunt."
"I'm the one that'll do the shoving; you're the
one that's all tied up." Her fingers flew up and down
Johnny's now-stiff shaft, fluttering delicately like
butterfly wings.
"Whatever you say, Ginny. I just want to be inside
your pussy."
"You're gonna have to promise me something,
though. You're gonna have to do whatever I say
afterward."
"Don't I always?"
"I guess so, but tell me now." She tweaked the tip
of Johnny's prick with her fingers.
"Fuck me baby, and I'll do whatever you say."
Ginny turned and rubbed against the boy like a big
cat, wriggling her hips up and down as she twisted,
finally feeling his rod between her buttocks. She bent
at the waist and reached between her legs, manipulating
Bobby's stiff member and tugging it downward, feeling
it catch against the tight, recessed ring of her
asshole before she worked it loose, and, still pressing
backwards with her hips, dipped the head into her hot,
wet, sticky honey pot. "That feel good, big boy?" she
breathed softly as she wiggled his shaft up and down
with her fingertips.
"Ungh." Bobby's incoherence was caused by his
urgent desire to bury his dick in Ginny's tight pussy
and his frustration that all his pushing against the
ropes was getting him no nearer to his goal. He kept
flexing his hips back and forth anyway.
Ginny pushed his cock down far enough so she could
rub her clitoris with it. "Want more, Johnny?"
"Lemme fuck you. Please."
"Like this?" Ginny thrust her hips back against
the boy. Her warm slickness was delicious. She
tightened her vaginal muscles on him, and he thought
he'd die with pleasure. "Oops!" Ginny let out a
playful, teasing cry as she pulled away from him. She
twined her arms around Johnny as she kissed his ear and
whispered: "Now you know what it'll be like, Johnny.
I'll fuck you just like that. I'll fuck you 'til you
shoot in my hot cunt. But promise me again, Johnny:
you'll do just what I say afterwards."
"Sure, Ginny. You know I will."
Ginny danced away from the tree and found her
purse, then sashayed back tearing open a square foil
packet.
"Aw c'mon Gin, lemme fuck you bareback."
"No way, kid. You already got more than you
should've." She rolled the sheath down Johnny's rod,
and held him as she turned her back, bent over, and
pressed herself onto him. "How's that, Johnny?" she
asked as she began thrusting backwards sharply and
pulling forward leisurely with a little hip-wiggle.
"Shit, Ginny. You feel fucking fantastic."
"I knew you'd like it," Ginny purred. She rode the
boy to his orgasm while looking deeply into Jack's
eyes.
* * *
"Before I untie you, I'm gonna tell you what you have
to do." Ginny whispered for a few seconds in Johnny's
ear, and Jack saw his eyes widen.
"I can't do that..." Johnny started to protest,
but Ginny cut him off.
"Of course you can. You might even like it. "You'd
never admit it, though..." The girl stood in front of
Johnny with her hands on her slim hips. "Promise me,
now, or you'll spend the rest of the day tied up."
"OK, Gin... But what's Jack gonna..."
"Let me worry about Jack," said Ginny crispy as
she began to fumble with the knots.
Soon Johnny was free; he stripped off the used
rubber as the pair advanced on Jack. Ginny stood behind
Johnny and pushed down on his shoulders until he knelt
at Jack's feet. Ginny pulled her panties off Jack's
still-stiff prick, scissored one leg over Johnny and
wrapped her arms around Jack's bound body. The ropes
felt strange against her skin; she rubbed her body up
and down, savoring the feel of Jack's smooth skin and
the roughness of his fetters. She trapped his dick
between his body and hers and rubbed against it,
rotating her pubic mound in little circles as she
pressed against him. Johnny looked up at Ginny's
buttocks, flexing and squirming just inches from his
face. He saw the shiny slickness between her legs, and
peered into the dark, hairy forest of her pussy. A drop
of oily, clear fluid dripped down the girl's leg, and
Jack leaned forward to lick it off. He followed the
spicy odor in the direction of Ginny's cunt, and
plunged his tongue into its hot, wet interior as the
girl began to pump her hips back and forth. His nose
slipped between her buttocks and slid over her greasy
asshole. A few weeks ago, Jack had been repelled when
Ginny made him lick her there, but something had
changed: Ginny's tight brown ring turned him on now. He
worked his nose into its recesses.
Ginny's motions were beginning to chafe Jack where
she rubbed his cock against the rope that crossed his
belly; he was relieved when she pulled back a bit,
reached down with one hand, and pushed his cock between
her legs. She was shorter that he, so her crotch forced
his cock uncomfortably downward, even though Ginny
stood on tiptoes. "Do your stuff, Johnny," the girl
mumbled, to Jack's confusion.
Johnny knew the time had come, and he steeled
himself as Ginny pressed her hips forward, causing
Jack's cock to slide past her vagina and into Johnny's
open mouth. The kneeling boy tentatively licked the
head, then pressed forward, plunging his nose into
Ginny's brown rosebud as he sucked his friend's cock.
It felt soft and warm in his mouth. He repressed the
urge to gag.
Jack didn't know what was happening until he felt
the light sharp nips of Johnny's teeth. He tried to
twist away, but could only move an inch or two. Ginny
whispered as she licked his face: "How's your dick
feel, Jackie-boy? You like the way Johnny sucks your
cock? He's not as good at it as I am, is he? He'll get
better if he gets lots of practice, though."
"That's disgusting! Let me go!"
"Disgusting, huh? Then how come you're still hard?
If it's really disgusting, then you won't come in his
mouth, will you. That'll be the proof, Jackie. Can
Johnny get you off? I'll bet he can. See if you can
keep from coming, but I think you will."
Meanwhile, Johnny was doing his best to turn Jack
on, but he wasn't getting very far, because Ginny's
squirmy ass kept him from getting much of Jack's cock
into his mouth. That was actually fine with Johnny, who
has made his piece with sucking just the end of his
friend's dick, as long as he got to bury his face in
Ginny's delicious ass while he was doing it, but was
worried about going much farther. Ginny hadn't thought
much about the problems Johnny would have in this
position, but she wanted a change for reasons of her
own: she wanted to watch Johnny as he sucked his friend
off. The thought of seeing the head of Jack's big dick
rippling under Johnny's hollowed cheeks turned the girl
on, and she scissored one leg back over Johnny and
knelt beside him.
"Hey, there, boy. Yeah, you with the dick in your
mouth. Are you a good little cocksucker? Go ahead, you
can get more meat in." Ginny pressed on the back of
Johnny's head and he obediently let Jack further
inside, then began to move his head up and down on the
boy's penis. Ginny slid her hand down Johnny's back and
stroked his buttocks. What the hell, might as well give
him a thrill, thought the girl as she trailed the
fingernails of her other hand down Johnny's chest
before wrapping her fingers around his cock. She pumped
him gently and probed between his asscheeks for his
tight little hole. With Ginny's middle finger up his
butt, her strong hand fisting his dick, and his mouth
full of Jack's warm prick, Johnny was drowning in
sensation. He moaned and pressed forward until he felt
Jack against the back of his throat.
Ginny looked up at Jack. His eyes were slits, and
his face was contorted. Johnny's mouth felt great, but
he was revolted by what was happening. Gradually the
good feeling grew until it dominated his squeamishness.
He grunted.
Ginny picked right up on it. "Turns you on,
doesn't it, Jackie-boy. You gave me all that shit about
how disgusting it all was, but look at you now. Pretty
close to dropping your load?" She turned to Johnny.
"Suck him faster now. Move your mouth up and down on
his hot, stiff prick. Yeah, that's right. Play with his
balls. Good. Yeah Johnny -- suck that cock. Make him
come in your mouth."
Johnny moved faster and faster until he felt
Jack's prick jerk in his mouth. One hot spurt hit the
back of his throat, and he pulled suddenly away and
bent down to spit out the sticky fluid. Jack shot a few
more squirts into the air before Ginny took pity on
him, reached up, and milked his dick dry.
She stood up and wiped her hands on Jack's face.
Looking at the ashamed, beaten look in his eyes, she
knew she wouldn't even have to threaten them. They'd
know that she'd tell everybody about what happened if
they crossed her. She was home free; they'd do anything
she said from now on.
EIGHT
When Bobby came home from school the next day, Pamela
was waiting in the hall. "Bobby," she said while
putting one hand on his shoulder, "I want you to go up
and get into your panties and come down to the living
room. Be quick about it."
Bobby ran up the stairs. Pamela sauntered into the
living room, and stood by the coffee table waiting.
There was a clatter on the stairs and Bobby darted
round the corner and braked to a halt. He looked
confused and vulnerable in the underwear. Pamela
watched his equipment jiggle back and forth under the
thin material. She favored him with a thin smile. "It
is time for your next lesson in humility. Lie down on
the floor on your back."
Bobby complied. Pamela walked over to him and
stood over his head facing his feet. Bobby tried vainly
to look up her skirt, but it was too dark. "Bobby," she
began, "I am now going to sit on your face. You will
find that your nose and mouth will be pressed up
against my anus. Again, I don't want you to move your
mouth at all, and I want you to make sure that you keep
your tongue inside your lips. Do you understand?"
Bobby wasn't the quickest kid around, but he knew
his lines: "Yes, Aunt Pamela."
Pamela lowered herself onto Bobby's face. She
leaned forward and balanced herself on her hands, and
pressed her asshole against Bobby's nose. She smiled as
she watched his cock start to twitch. She sat down a
little harder and felt his nose pressing firmly against
her opening. She momentarily regretted that she was
wearing panties, but reminded herself that she had lots
of time, and in the end she would be even more
satisfied if she brought him along slowly. She noted
that his cock was already hard. It lay flat against his
belly, making a ridge in the white briefs. She moved
forward and brushed his lips with her bottomhole, then
gradually increased the pressure. Bobby's cock strained
against the panties as it tried to rise from his
stomach.
Pamela talked to Bobby in an even voice. "It may
be difficult for someone with a big male ego to press
his nose and lips against a woman's anus, but that's
precisely why it's good for you. It may be hard for you
to be completely passive while a woman decides just
where on your face to sit, and while she sits on you
just as hard or as gently as she wants, but it will do
you good. I'm going to sit here a while and let you get
used to the feeling."
After ten or fifteen minutes, Pamela arose. She
stood over him again, then moved over to the couch and
sat down. She spoke softly: "Bobby, you may get up
now."
Bobby rose unsteadily to his feet.
"Come over here." She pointed at the floor just in
front of where she sat.
Bobby shuffled over and stood in front of her. His
erection jutted out against the panties. Pamela looked
at it with a feigned expression of irritation. "Would
you like me to relieve you?"
"Please, ma'am."
"You know how to ask."
"Would you please masturbate me, Aunt Pamela?"
"Yes, Bobby, I will. Take your panties off and
hold them so they will catch your emissions."
Bobby awkwardly extricated himself from the
underclothes. Pamela assumed what she hoped was a bored
expression as she fisted Bobby's cock back and forth.
Bobby came as quickly as before, and held the panties
up to catch his semen. After one or two spurts it
seemed to Pamela that he had forgotten her
instructions, and she remonstrated, "Remember how to
thank me, Bobby."
"Thank you...thank you...thank you," Bobby intoned
in time with his squirts, which were in turn timed to
her strokes. After the panties were soaked, Pamela
instructed Bobby to put them on and go up to his room
to study.
* * *
For the rest of the week, Pamela performed variations
on the theme. She always met Bobby as he came home, and
she always made him worship her asshole while she sat
on his face wearing her soiled panties. Sometimes she
would jack him off afterwards as he stood in front of
her, all the while looking at him in the same way that
a milkmaid looks at a cow. Sometimes she would finger-
fuck his asshole while she made him come. Sometimes she
wouldn't let him come at all. Bobby got to the point
where he had a hard-on when he came down the stairs
with his panties on, then he began to get hard on the
way home from school. Pamela spent a lot of time in the
bathtub with her hands between her legs.
On Friday night, Pamela came into Bobby's room as
he was getting ready for bed. He stood uneasily beside
his desk, and his prick began to harden. Pamela noticed
and smiled to herself. She went to his bed, turned down
the covers, and picked up the pillow. She took
something out of her pocket and stuffed it into the
pillowcase. Turning back to Bobby, she announced
firmly: "I've put a pair of my panties in your pillow.
I've worn them a long time and they smell like me. I
want your head to be full of a woman's essence while
you sleep. I don't want you to remove them, move them,
or turn the pillow over." She turned on her heel and
left abruptly.
After a while, Bobby went to bed. At first he
found the intoxicating aromas that came up from his
pillow to be pleasant. He thought of his time between
Pamela's thighs and got hard. He thought of the way she
sat on his face, and he remembered her stroking his
cock. His excitement kept him awake, and when he
finally fell into a shallow sleep, he dreamed fitfully
of Pamela. It was a very long night.
The next morning, Pamela awakened Bobby at about
eight, and invited him to come down for breakfast. It
was a special treat for Bobby: waffles, blueberries,
and real maple syrup. He stuffed himself under Pamela's
watchful gaze.
After they cleaned up, Pamela invited Bobby into
the living room. She sat on the couch and he stood in
front of her. She fingered his cock through his
panties, and he stiffened immediately. She looked up at
him. "Today you're going to learn something new, Bobby.
You have already acquired some abilities in passive
discipline; now I'll get you started on active
discipline. In active discipline, you have to do more
than just take what someone else dishes out -- you have
to control yourself to achieve a result that part of
you doesn't want. Do you understand?"
"I'm not sure, Aunt Pamela."
"I'm sure it will be clear as we get into it. Now
take your panties to your knees."
Bobby pushed his underwear off his hips and down
his thighs. His prick sprang to attention.
Pamela continued. "Now masturbate slowly."
Tentatively, Bobby put his hand to his cock. He
gripped it nervously and took a couple of strokes.
Pamela encouraged him: "That's right Bobby, do it some
more. Now stop for a minute. Here's what I want you to
do: I want you to masturbate until you almost
ejaculate, but I want you to stop just before you do.
You'll know when you do it right because a little clear
fluid will well up from the tip of your penis. If you
go too far the fluid will be cloudy. I'll let you get
away with that much, but if you squirt I shall punish
you. It will be hard for you, because part of you will
want to come, but you will have to be strong. Begin
now."
Concentrating hard, Bobby began to move his hand
back and forth. After a minute, his hips started
twitching. Pamela watched him as if she were
administering an English test, but inwardly she was
filled with a heady excitement. Bobby felt that he was
getting close, and stopped.
Pamela leaned forward and eyed Bobby's helmet.
"You stopped too soon, Bobby. There's nothing there but
the normal wetness that you get there when you get
excited. When you get as close as I want you to get,
there will be much more. Try again."
It didn't take Bobby nearly as long to feel that
tingle in his balls. He got to where he stopped last
time, took about three more strokes, and took his hand
away. Uh-oh, he thought, that's too much; I'm gonna
come. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back. He
felt something filling his cock, and then a gentle flow
emerged to wet the tip of his cock and to drip into
Pamela's hand.
She inspected the fluid in her palm. "That's too
much, Bobby. This is all cloudy. At least you didn't
squirt. Rest a minute and try again. I'll hold you
while you get ready." She cupped his balls in one hand
and pressed with her fingertips at the place where his
sac joined his groin.
Under her control, Bobby rapidly was rejuvenated,
and began to once more fist himself. This time he was
successful, and Pamela watched with approval as clear
liquid covered the head of his cock. She picked some up
with her thumb and then licked it off as if she were
somehow conducting a taste test to see if it was the
right stuff. It was salty and viscous, and she loved
it, but she simply nodded her head, and said, "That's
good, Bobby. Now do it again."
Bobby was overconfident this time, and stopped too
late. A single jet emerged into Pamela's waiting hand.
Bobby felt his body twitching as it got ready to
deliver the rest of his load, but he managed to hold
that much back.
Pamela looked at her hand, then at Bobby. He was
worried, but she spoke mildly: "You ejaculated, Bobby.
I'll have to punish you for that, but because you're
trying so hard and doing so well, I'll be easy on you."
She stood up and rubbed his cum onto Bobby's face. She
reached under her skirt and tugged at her panties,
worried that their wetness would give away her
excitement, but eager for what was to come. Standing on
one leg at a time, she removed her underwear and balled
the garment in her hand. "Open your mouth, Bobby. I'm
going to gag you with my panties."
As she stuffed his mouth, she continued: "I put
the crotch right where your tongue will be. You can
taste me and smell me while you masturbate yourself.
And don't even try to talk."
She sat back down and resumed her grip on his
balls. He was soon ready, and tried again. He was
excited by the feel and taste of her panties in his
mouth, and compensated by stopping early -- too early,
as it turned out. He tried again, but was again too
early. Pamela longed to take him in her mouth and suck
down his juices. She knew it wouldn't take more than a
few swipes with her tongue at the head of his cock to
put him well over the edge. She repressed her desires.
"Try again, Bobby. You can do it." She urged him
on.
Bobby made another run at it, but stopped too soon
again. Pre-come oozed copiously from his cock, but
Pamela knew what she wanted, and that wasn't it. "Come
on, Bobby. You're going to have to push it a little if
you're going to do it again."
Bobby's face screwed up in concentration as he
started to beat his meat one more time. He was in a
fever of excitement caused by the repeated
masturbation, the delicious stern presence of his Aunt,
and the smell and taste of her underwear in his mouth.
He felt the first surges of his ejaculation, took one
more stroke and stopped. For a moment, he thought he'd
done it. His elation turned to chagrin as he felt his
muscles start to pump out his thick white syrup. Pamela
held up her hand and caught the first heavy, viscous
spurt. Several weaker ones followed, filling her palm.
Pamela beckoned him to lower his face, smeared his
emissions all over his nose, mouth and cheeks, then
spoke harshly: "Bobby! And you were doing so well! I'm
sorry, but I really will have to punish you this time.
Go into the bathroom and get a towel."
Blushing deeply, Bobby reached down to pull up his
panties. Pamela stopped him: "Leave those around your
legs. You can walk if you take little steps." Bobby
hobbled off towards the bathroom, pausing occasionally
to reach down to reposition his panties, which worked
down his legs as he shuffled along. He soon returned
carrying a large bath towel. He paused to pull his
underwear up a bit. Pamela almost burst out laughing.
There he was, dressed only in women's underwear worn as
a hobble, his face covered with his own cum, his
cheeks a full as a chipmunk's and a corner of her
panties emerging from his mouth, his cock erect and
purple from his attentions, sweating from the
excitement and from his exertions, and loving every
minute of it. Her lips quivered as she tried to keep a
straight face. She had her schoolteacher look on, and
hoped Bobby would just think that she was impatient.
Bobby made it all the way across the room and
handed Pamela the towel. She spread it primly across
her lap, then looked at Bobby significantly. "Lie
across my knees, Bobby."
Bobby felt a brief impulse to rebel, but it
disappeared as fast as it came. She hadn't made him do
anything yet that didn't result in some weird and crazy
turn-on; this probably wouldn't be any different. And
besides, he was somehow in her power -- he
automatically obeyed her without even thinking about
it. He didn't know if he could not obey her. He lay in
a V across her lap.
He heard her voice addressing him. "Do you know
what I'm going to do, Bobby?"
Bobby bobbed his head up and down.
"I'm going to give you a mild spanking. You need
to work on controlling your impulses, don't you?"
Another nod.
"Maybe this will help." She gave him a sound slap
on one buttock with her right hand. It hurt a little,
but mostly stung. He flinched anyway. She repeated the
blow, this time on the other cheek. She caressed his
bottom with her hand, then smacked it twice more. She
ran her middle finger up and down the crack of his ass,
then probed at his asshole. As she sank it in as far as
the second knuckle, she asked, "Do you think this will
help your self-control?"
Bobby nodded. He didn't know if it would or
wouldn't, but this whole scene was getting him even
hotter. Her spanks didn't hurt much, and what pain
there was mixed with his excitement and his submissive
position in ways that aroused him.
Pamela withdrew her finger and whacked him several
more times. She found his bottom hole again, and sank
her finger to the hilt, wiggling it around for good
measure. Leaving her finger in his asshole, she spanked
him, somewhat ineffectively, with her left hand.
Looking for a better combination, she put the middle
and index fingers of her left hand into his ass while
she slapped him with her right hand. She had to reach
around the hand that was probing him to get to his
right buttock, but she was pleased with the effect. She
felt his stiff cock through the towel and her dress.
She moved her legs around to try to give it a little
stimulation. She withdrew her left hand from his
asshole, and gave him four quick, hard slaps with her
right.
She pushed him away, saying, "Stand up now,
Bobby."
Bobby pulled himself erect. His face was deep red,
and he was sweating furiously. His cock pointed at
Pamela, curving towards the ceiling. She looked at him
intently, but her words were mild: "There now. That
wasn't so bad, was it? You're doing very well, overall.
I think that you're going to be good at this."
She beckoned him closer. He leaned down and she
daintily reached for the part of her panties that
emerged from his mouth. Holding a corner between her
thumb and forefinger, she slowly extracted her garment
and laid it on the towel still covering her lap. She
smiled up at him, and said, "Kneel down, Bobby."
His face was level with hers. She took it in her
hands as she told him what was to come: "Bobby, I've
worked with you for a week now. You're doing quite
well. Part of that is because of your efforts, and part
is because I've been such a effective instructor. I'm
going to give you a chance to show me your gratitude. I
think you'll enjoy it yourself, but don't forget that
you're doing it to show me how much you appreciate what
I'm doing for you."
She removed the towel and underwear from her lap
and laid them on the floor between Bobby and the couch.
She stood up and pulled part of the towel onto the
cushion, then sat back down on it. She lifted her skirt
and beckoned him forward. He put his head between her
legs and scooted forward on the floor, wiggling his
nose into his Aunt's damp pubic hair. "You've done this
before, Bobby, but it's different this time. Part of
the difference is that I'm not wearing underwear. Do
you like that part?"
"Yes'm," Bobby mumbled as her pressed his lips to
her slippery labia. He was beside himself with
excitement.
"The other part concerns what you're going to do.
Before, you were passive, but not this time." Her tone
changed to one of command: "Lick me."
Bobby didn't need much encouragement to do what he
had been dying to do anyway. He leaned forward and
lapped at her labia. His tongue slipped easily between
them, and was quickly covered with her sticky juice.
"A little deeper. That's good."
Bobby thought that he could follow orders like
this all day.
"Now move up a bit. A little higher. No, that's
too high. There. Feel that little nubbin?"
"Mmph."
Pamela interpreted that as an affirmative. "That's
my clitoris. If you lick me there, I'll have an orgasm.
It will make me feel good, and it will be your thanks
to me. Be gentle."
Bobby licked up and down. Little tremors ran
through Pamela's guts. It was finally happening, and it
was every bit as delicious as she had hoped.
"Now make little circles around it."
As Bobby complied, Pamela reveled in being able to
teach such a young, handsome innocent to bring her
pleasure. She would turn this boy into her perfect
lover. What an opportunity!
"Now back and forth."
Pause.
"Now up and down again."
Pause.
"Circles."
Pause.
Then, in a growing frenzy: "Faster, Bobby, faster.
Press a little harder. Right there. Yes. Yes. YES."
Pamela bucked her hips against Bobby, quivered,
groaned, and went over the top, falling down in wave
after wave of ecstasy. She lifted her skirt to get a
look at her nephew. His face was slick with his come,
her come, and both their sweat. He looked at her face,
saw the look of radiant happiness there, and beamed in
satisfaction -- he made her look like that! And then he
looked down, down at what he'd been tasting, smelling,
kissing, and dreaming about all week. Her pussy was
mouth-watering: pink lips glistening with his saliva
and her juices, pouting and pulsing with tiny rhythmic
contractions; her clitoris just peaking between the
smaller lips up near the place where the larger ones
came together; and a lush covering of long, curiously
straight, dark-brown hair that filled the place between
her legs and continued up a third of the way to her
deep, narrow belly-button.
He put his face in her lap. She held his head and
stroked it gently. Presently, she pushed his face down
into her crotch. "It's time for you to get back to
work," she said softly. "I was in a hurry then, but
this time we'll take it long and slow."
Surprised, Bobby started to lick her clit again.
She remonstrated: "No, Bobby, not like that. Start out
very softly and slowly. Stretch it out. Make it take an
hour, if you can."
Bobby learned fast, and Pamela started a long,
slow climb. When she was pleasantly aroused, but still
a long way from coming, she slowed Bobby again, so she
could linger on the high plateau. She drifted along on
his tongue like a balloon on a breeze, soaking the
towel beneath her hips. "OK, Bobby," she whispered,
"Take me a little higher." Bobby moved fractionally
more quickly, and she gradually rose to a place where
she could feel a series of exquisite tiny orgasms, like
a string of firecrackers exploding at great distance in
slow motion. Her hips rocked back and forth in a
relaxed rhythm as she floated from peak to peak. Tiring
a bit, she gently pressed downwards on Bobby's head
while raising one leg and propping her ankle against
the cushion. Bobby obediently tongued the entrance of
her pussy, lapping up her free-flowing liquor. She
pushed him lower still. "My anus," she intoned. Bobby
kissed her bottom hole, feeling its furrows and
fissures with his lips. He pressed his tongue to the
opening, licking up the fluids that had dripped down
from her pussy. He tasted her dark brown flavors, and
moved his tongue faster in search for more. Pamela
relaxed her sphincter and felt his tongue invade her
softness. It was exquisite -- like velvet. She melted.
Soon she felt an urgent need for release, and she
pulled gently on Bobby's hair. He moved upwards,
pausing at the entrance to her pussy. Urged on by her
tugging, he came once more to her stiff little button.
"Be quick, Bobby," she directed. "Tight little circles.
That's right, Bobby, you're going to make me come
again. This is the big one Bobby. Take me over the top.
Make me scream. Yes. Now. Eee..." Pamela keened as
Bobby licked frantically. Her stomach muscles
contracted in great spasms, and her hips bucked so much
that Bobby had a hard time staying on target. Finally
satiated, she pushed his head away. Bobby stared up at
her, fascinated once more by the radiant look on her
face. He was suddenly conscious of how much the muscles
at the base of his tongue hurt.
Pamela roused herself. She knew what she wanted to
do, but she thought that it wouldn't be right at this
stage of Bobby's training. She decided to do it anyway.
This looked like one special kid, and she was going to
go with her gut. "Bobby," she said in a voice that
trembled just a bit, "That was wonderful. It was so
wonderful that I'm going to do something special for
you. I don't want you to get the idea that this is
going to happen very often, but it's going to happen
now. Stand up, Bobby."
Bobby rose unsteadily to his feet. His panties
fell down to lie in a soft white pile around his
ankles. His prick stood out red an angry-looking.
Pamela pulled him closer, and he took a half-step.
ending up with his legs between hers and his shins
pressed against the couch. She touched his member
lovingly, and leaned forward. Bobby thought he knew
what she was doing, but he wanted it so badly that he
was afraid to believe it for fear that he would somehow
jinx things. She looked up at him as she opened her
mouth and softly kissed the head of his cock. Slowly,
slowly, she pressed forward, opening her lips just
enough to let him in. She paused when she had engulfed
the helmet, and pulled slowly back again, licking the
heart-shaped place on the underside with the pointed
tip of her tongue. She held his gaze for a minute, then
moved swiftly forward, taking most of him in her mouth.
She stroked him with her tongue as she pulled back
again, stopping when the head began to emerge, and
rapidly swallowing him. She sucked gently on his pole,
as gradually pulled back, her cheeks hollow.
She felt the twitchings that meant he was about to
come. So soon, so quick, she thought. She was
disappointed, but took comfort that there would be many
more times. She moved her head rapidly now, sucking and
licking and stroking the base of his cock with her
hand. Bobby came in thick ropes, which Pamela swallowed
greedily. At last, she pulled back for the last time,
and smiled up at him. A drop of white liquid escaped
from the corner of her mouth and rolled down her chin.
She scooped it up with her index finger, which she held
to Bobby's lips. He licked her finger as she probed his
mouth. She took back her hand, put the finger in her
mouth, gave him a provocative look, and sent him
upstairs.
NINE
Ginny's heart pounded so hard she could hear the blood
pumping in her ears. They'll kill me if they catch me
snooping in their bedroom, she thought. She tried to
settle herself down. C'mon girl, they're gone for at
least an hour. If they come back early, you'll hear
them in the driveway and be out of here and lying on
your own bed looking sweet and innocent before they get
through the front door. Reason provided only a partial
calming. The girl's hands trembled as she pawed
carefully through the dresser drawers, rearranging
things as they were after she sifted through the
contents. Lessee, this is Mom's underwear drawer...
Ooh, there's a sexy pair of black lace panties! I
wonder when she wears these? And this black pushup bra,
real low-cut on top... She closed the drawer and opened
the one above it. Dad's jockey shorts, socks... She
burrowed deeper. Ooo la, la! Feel these stretchy bikini
briefs! I wonder what Dad's meat looks like cradled in
these. She licked her lips nervously, imagining sliding
her fingers across the slippery material and feeling
her father's prick underneath, then feeling his cock
start to harden as she moved her hand faster, hearing
him sharply inhale as she gripped him hard.... She
shook her head, returning her thoughts to the present.
She was down to the paper at the bottom of the
drawer, and reluctantly pushed it closed. Ginny
shuffled through the boxes on top of the dresser,
finding jewelry, sunglasses, collar stays, safety pins,
and a pile of pennies. She looked around. The bureau
was an inch or so away from the wall. I wonder if...
she thought, disappointed that her search hadn't turned
up anything salacious. Probably not. She leaned over an
grabbed one of the back corners of the bureau, and
pulled. The dresser hung up on the rug, so the girl
lifted up and dragged the chest of drawers out about
six inches. She walked around to the side and ran her
hand up and down the back of the bureau. Paper rustled
against her fingers. She wedged her head between the
chest and the wall and peered into the gloom as she
explored, finding a manila envelope taped to the
plywood with the open end up and the flap loose.
Eagerly, Ginny dipped her fingers into the pouch, where
they encountered some paper. She pinched her fingers
together and pulled, and out came a magazine.
The young girl gaped at the cover. A naked middle-
aged man lay bound face-down across a chair, his head
bent back to look into the camera. Over him stood a
thin brunette dressed in shiny black leather, holding a
riding crop bent between her hands and looking at her
captive with malicious intent. Ginny's heart began
pounding again, and she looked around the room to
reassure herself that she was alone. The teenager
flipped quickly through the pages. Letters, pictures,
stories, ads -- all about women dominating men. And the
men seem to love it. Look at this letter! Some guy's
writing that his mistress -- mistress!-- makes him
sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, makes him
eat her pussy until his tongue cramps up, never lets
him fuck her, jerks him off sometimes if she feels like
it, and he thanks her for it! She found a picture
story. A man knelt on the floor of a bathroom, and a
tall woman in a leather garter belt, black stockings,
and black pumps with impossibly tall heels towered over
him. He kissed her shoes. She put one foot on the
toilet and pointed at her pussy. He licked her as she
curled her lip at him. She grabbed him by the hair and
ground his face into her cunt, twisting her mouth into
grimace of grotesque ecstasy. Satisfied for the moment,
she bent him over the toilet, sat on his back, and
slapped his bottom with her bare hand. Ginny turned the
page. A hairbrush had appeared from nowhere, and the
woman pounded the man's cheeks with it until they
darkened in the grainy black-and-white photographs.