======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.cais.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!netnews2.nwnet.net!news.u.washington.edu!homer09.u.washington.edu!scape From: "S. Capehart" <scape@u.washington.edu> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THE HEAT WAVE(pedo,inc,cons,m/f,m/m,f/f) Date: Mon, 6 May 1996 14:03:31 -0700 Organization: University of Washington Lines: 1093 Message-ID: <Pine.A32.3.92a.960501234842.28175A-100000@homer20.u.washington.edu> References: <110321Z28041996@anon.penet.fi> Reply-To: "S. Capehart" <scape@u.washington.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: homer09.u.washington.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII NNTP-Posting-User: scape In-Reply-To: <110321Z28041996@anon.penet.fi> Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:151092 Please be warned: IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTEEN YOU SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS! In addition this story contains an account of consensual sex between adults and minors, as well as between siblings. If these subjects offend you, read no further. If they turn you on, you're in the right place. The night sweltered--humid and sticky from the recent heat wave. With the windows open to allow a gentle breeze in the house, I sat at the the living room table reviewing the biology assignment I had given to Analise and Dorian for the next day, sweat gathering on my forehead. As I prepared to call it a night, Charlotte ambled in from the kitchen. I was surprised to find her still awake; the other two had gone off hours ago. Sweat moistened the lower tresses of her auburn bob and caused them to cling to her neck. I noticed the thin cotton of her robin-blue gown as the fifteen year old turned on the reading lamp and moved to the couch, picking up her glasses and her copy of *Jane Eyre* from the table. She plopped onto the couch belly down without saying hello, her head pointed away from me. A line of moisture streaked across her lower back just above the curve of her buttocks. I could feel myself getting hard as I stared at her bare legs, covered only by bobby socks and the edge of her nightgown stopping mid-thigh. Her reddish leg hair glistened invitingly in the soft light. I wondered if she was even aware that I was looking at her. She had been shy with me since I had first visited the Sheldon's house six months ago. Charlotte's parents had hired me to tutor the younger kids, Dorian, 13, and Analise, 12. The couple believed in home schooling; however, because of her exceptional intelligence, they had sent Charlotte to private school last year. She was now home for the summer. Three days ago the Sheldon's had left for a conference in Paris, and had asked me to stay at the house for the next two weeks to continue the tutoring and to look after the kids. Charlotte seemed to resent my presence; after all I was only eight years her senior. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed Charlotte move her legs so that they were bent at the knees, socked feet dangling in the air. She moved her legs slowly back and forth, so that I kept getting brief glimpses of her white panties. My heart rate sped up as I thought how much I would love to trace my tongue up that leg to the warmth between her legs. Abruptly, she shifted forward, absorbed in her book, so that her knees were curled beneath her chest. I could clearly see her panties now and could make out the bulge of her cunt, straining against the fabric. My erection intensified. The only thing separating my hand from that sweet mound was six feet and a thin piece of cloth. I wondered whether the hair protecting those gentle lips matched the vibrant auburn of her head. Eventually, to my disappointment, she turned over onto her back, holding the book directly above her head so that even if I wanted to gaze at her, I ran the risk of her catching me observing her. Sweat darkened the blue of her night gown between her breasts, and a thin line of dampness revealed the lower curve of her firm breasts. When I took the risk of looking at her for more than a moment, I could discern her nipples pertly pressing out under the cotton. She brought the book down below her breasts, obstructing both them and her face from my view, and continued reading. I was certain that she had caught my eye on her, and I blushed deeply, resolving to return my attention to the work in front of me. When I looked back up, however, she had raised her knees into the air with her feet perched on the couch so that her nightgown fell around her hips and I could see clearly the curves of her ass and mound. I could see that there was a little lace heart sewn right above where I imagined her clitoris would be. After a few moments, she began stroking the inside of her thigh with her left hand. She stroked slowly and provocatively, moving ever closer to the edge of her panties. She began to move her finger along the elastic edge of her underwear, lifting it ever so slightly. Her finger eventually invaded the sacred area, and I could see from the motion of the fabric that she was gyrating her index finger across her clit. I could tell that she had plunged her finger into the well of her cunt when she began a subtle pulsation, moving the lace heart up and down, as thought it were beating with her fifteen year old lust. She slowed down, and slid her fingers back out, leaving her hand resting on her thigh as though she had never moved beyond that point. Her index and middle finger were wet with the lovely juice from her pussy, and as the fabric of her panties settled back down against her skin, I could see damp spots outlining the pout of her lips. I had no idea if she was aware that I had witnessed this small masturbatory incident. She closed her book and stood, looked innocently at me with her elfin face, the light grey eyes showing no trace of seduction and said, "I'm off to bed." She walked over to the nightlight and turned it off. For a brief moment, I could see each of her cunt lips clearly defined through her nightgown, but then the light was off and the moment vanished. "Goodnight, Charlotte," I said somewhat weakly. "I'm going to riding class early in the morning, so I'll be gone by the time you're up," she responded with defiance in her voice, as if to say, 'you're not *my* babysitter.' "OK," I said, and she was gone, and I was left alone with the breeze and my burning hard-on. *************************************************************************** The next morning, I was preparing pancakes for breakfast, when Analise chased Dorian into the kitchen tickling him, both giggling furiously. She jumped on him, dragging him to the floor, straddling his hips, and tickling his ribs mercilessly. He shoved her off of him, acting the tough guy for my sake but obviously enjoying himself. "I looove pancakes," screeched Analise and took her usual place at the table. She sat with one foot propped on her chair so that the long t-shirt she wore as pajamas fell down around her waist and I could clearly see her Mickey Mouse underwear. Her long nearly white hair, held in a pony tail, by a blue fabric band, cascaded down her back. As I continued to prepare the pancakes I stole glances at the cute panties, hoping to see something of her twelve year old pubes showing through. Dorian, himself a close cropped tow head, kept looking furtively in the same direction. Before long I noticed a significant bulge pressing out against the thirteen year old's red long johns. Seeing his erection only intensified the heat in my groin, still burning from the night before. I brought the butter to Dorian's side of the table and looked closer at his erection: I could see the round outline of his small cock head begging for attention. When I looked up to his face, he was staring at me, realizing that I had noticed his reaction. His cheeks flushed red, and he looked down at the floor. Returning to the stove, I gave his shock of hair a quick tousle to assure him that he needn't be ashamed. As I served the pancakes, I had to lean over Analise's shoulder and I could detect the strong sweet smell of sleep coming from her body and hair. I lingered a moment longer pouring the syrup than I had to and caught a glimpse down her loose t-shirt. I could see her developing breasts, certainly larger than buds, but not fully developed. perhaps the size of ripe pears. I impulsively decided to make a bold move and knocked over the syrup bottle, spilling some into her crotch. She jumped back from the table, giggling. "Oh, Richard, you clutz, you got syrup on my Mickey Mouses." I didn't have to fake a blush. I got a rag from the sink, apologized, and said, "I'll wipe it off for you." Analise, without shame, lifted her t-shirt to just below her breasts, exposing Mickey Mouse in all of his glory. This was the first time I could see what a cute round, firm ass she had, gently cupped in her panties. Her small, willowy legs looked like they just needed some hands around them, and maybe a cock brushing against them. "Put your foot on the chair so I can clean you off," I said casually. She complied. I sank to my knees, so that my face was only about two feet from her waist. I could smell even more intensely the potent aroma of her young body. The syrup had landed mostly beside her panties, but some had graciously landed right near the lower apex. The syrup on her thigh was making its journey down along her leg. I ran the damp rag up her thigh, and then began pressing it against her mound. I felt the firm outline of her triangle as I cleaned her. I could also feel hair moving beneath the pressure of my rubbing through the thin cotton; I had thought that perhaps she was bare. She wasn't. "Ooh, that tickles, Rick," she laughed. "I think it soaked through," I ventured. "I think you need to lift up Mickey Mouse." I glanced over at Dorian; he was watching us intently. The bulge in his long johns was now creating a small tent. "Oh, that's OK," Analise responded cheerfully, "I have to take a shower this morning anyway." She put her hands into her panties and touched herself. "It sure is sticky down there though." She smiled at me. I playfully kissed her belly button, letting my tongue briefly flick into the hole as thought it were her slit. She giggled, pecked me on the nose, and sat down to eat her pancakes. They finished eating and went off to their respective rooms to take morning showers. As I was cleaning up the kitchen, I heard Analise calling my name from upstairs. "What is it, sweetheart?" "Come up here, will ya? I need your help." I ascended the stairs and walked into her room. She was standing there, her gorgeous long hair damp around her shoulders, in a white towel that covered her from just above her nipples to just above the curve of her ass. I could she both the top curve of her little breasts and the lower curve of her butt, and the towel hung open so that I could see the lovely flesh of her inner thigh. "I want you to tell me what you think I should wear today." She held up two pieces of clothing. "Should I wear these jeans or this skirt?" The skirt was a short plaid piece that would cover only the essentials. "The skirt," I answered without a beat. "It's a hot day." "Great. You're right," she said. "Now you had better leave, so that I can take off my towel." She pushed me flirtatiously toward the door. "Did you get the syrup off you without any trouble?" I teased. "Do you want to inspect me?" I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. "Just kidding," she smiled. "Now get outa here, you moron." "OK, I'm goin'," I moaned. "You're the one who asked me to come up here". Just as I was closing the door, she lilted, "Oh, Richard, look." I turned and she had dropped the towel. Her back was toward me, so I could see only the flank of her back and the tempting globes of her ass cheeks. Her head was turned over her shoulder, and she was smiling, as innocent as ever. She bent quickly and picked up the towel, and in that moment as she bent, her legs parted slightly and I could she the blond hairs of her cunt winking at me from between her legs, and she had to turn to grab the towel, so that I could see the gentle curve of her left breast and the surprisingly dark aereola around her nipple. She pulled the towel back around her, and I pulled the door, my balls aching. ************************************************************************ We reassembled at the large rectangular table in the living room about an hour later to begin the day's work. Analise was bare foot, her cute pink toes wiggling joyfully. She was wearing the skirt as I had suggested, and a green v-necked pullover that rested easily against her braless breasts. Dorian was in his normal torn jeans, bare foot as well, and a t-shirt. For the first hour we reviewed the trigonomotry we had worked at the day before. Analise, who didn't like math and wanted to get on to the biology wriggled restlessly in her chair. When I asked Dorian to explain cosign to me, she heaved a sigh, and drew both feet onto the chair, hugging her arms around her knees. I didn't want be obvious in looking between her legs, and tried to keep my attention on Dorian, but I couldn't resist. Her panties were fully exposed, and her ass was tilting forward playfully. She had changed underwear and was now wearing an old pair that had a hole on the lower left side. They were also very tight so that some strands of blond and the flesh of her outer lips were peeking out through the hole. When we finished the math lesson, Analise gave a cheer and screamed, "Biology!" The Sheldons believed in challenging their children and treating their minds' with the respect of an adult. They had requested that I use some essays on ape behavior as the springboard for our science discussions during this month. I asked them if the section on sexual behavior wasn't a little advanced for Analise and Dorian, but they assured me that their children were mature. We opened our books, and I asked them if they had any questions about the reading. "Yes!" Analise chirped enthusiastically. "There is a sentence I didn't understand." "OK. Shoot," I said. "In this part about procreation, he writes 'When the male primate observes the female genitalia, his genitals respond and he attains erection, ready to initiate copulation.' I don't get that." "What don't you get?" Dorian asked derisively. "You know about that stuff." "Well," she answered, "I know that genitals are the things between our legs, and that copulation is when they . . . you know . . . have sex." This was one of the first moments I had ever seen her a little shy. "But I don't know what an erection is." I looked at Dorian, and he looked back smiling slightly, knowing that I was remembering his stiff prick from the morning. Analise looked at me ready for an answer. Dorian looked at me waiting to see what I would say. I didn't know how to answer. I didn't seem appropriate for me to be giving the children a sex education course. I had hoped to avoid talking about this section today. They waited in silence for a moment. "Well . . ." Dorian prompted me. "I don't know what to say," I said, "I'm not sure I should talk with you guys about this. I think you should wait to ask your parents." "Good god," Dorian hissed. "You want to know want an erection is? I'll show you." "You mean you have one?" Analise asked in awe. "Not right now, dummy, but I can get one." Dorian stood up and unzipped his blue jeans pulling them off his legs, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his tiny flaccid penis, just starting to sprout hair around the balls, looked very vulnerable hanging between his skinny legs. His fresh ass was virtually flat. "I don't know if this is how we should use our school time," I protested, worried about my responsibility to the Sheldons. "Oh, get off it, Rick. I'm just answering Annie's question." "Yeah," Analise chimed in, "I want to see this." She crossed her legs on the chair and leaned forward, her chin in her hands. "How do you get an erection?" she asked. "By touching myself. It's called masturbating." Dorian sat on the edge of his chair, and put his hand around his little cock moving it back and forth along the hardly existent shaft. The head was a rose pink, and the little eye on the tip pouched out as he tried to arouse himself. After a few seconds, he stopped and said, "I don't think I can do it with you all watching me." "But I want to see!" cried Analise. "I have an idea," said Dorian, rubbing his hand on his inner thigh, his cheeks turning a charming pink. "In the essay we read it said that the gorilla gets an erection when he sees the females' genitals. What if you take off your underwear, Analise?" She looked a little shocked. "Right here?" she asked. "Yeah, if you want to see me have an erection." She looked reluctantly at me. I wasn't going to say no. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, 'it's up to you.' She looked back at Dorian. "Okay." She stood up, and reaching beneath her plaid skirt, pulled the panties over her firm, thin calves and lifted her right leg, pulling them over the pink sole of her foot. She threw the panties at Dorian's head teasingly, and then just stood there, her little knees bent awkwardly in toward each other. "Well, sit down, and let us see," said Dorian. She sat back down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Her legs were together so that all we could see was the top edge of her blond public covering. "You have to pull your legs open so we can see it, Annie," said Dorian impatiently. She smiled brightly, and in one motion opened her legs and scooted forward on the chair, so that her sweet little cunt was proudly on display in front of us. I caught my breath as I finally saw that darling mound of flesh I had wanted to see for months now. I could see that Analise was excited by her act of daring for her nostrils flared as her breathing increased, and her pussy gently rocked back and forth on the edge of the chair with her breathing. Her cunny hair was predominately blond, with enough streaks of brown to give it definition, and it was present mostly right around the lips, extending upwards just beyond the point where her lips smoothed into her belly. Each lip puffed out gently, surrounding the thin line of her inner labia which rippled slightly as they came together at the base of the pussy. Analise giggled with excitement at her act, and then pointed with her jaw dropped at Dorian's crotch. "It's growing," she exhaled as though she were praying in a cathedral. I was reluctant to pull my eyes away from her precious jewel, but I was eager to see the process of Dorian's erection. Sure enough, what had been a little pecker was now thickening, the head pushing out towards Analise as though striving to touch her. It slowly came to attention, and ended up being quite a bit longer than I had anticipated it would be. It was still quite thin, but in its length his sheath was almost elegant; it curved slightly upwards like a bow set to strike. One blue vein was visible wrapping up around the shaft up to the head which was swelling now, and taking on the sheen of aroused flesh. I looked to Analise to see her response. She was truly dumbfounded. She looked up at me in joy, "I didn't know they got so big," she laughed. "It's very pretty." She looked back to Dorian. "What does it feel like?" "You can touch it," said Dorian seriously. "Can I, Richard?" she pleaded. I nodded my assent. She brought her chair closer to Dorian. As she did so she lifted her naked ass into the air and her lips parted, and I could see pink inner flesh, warm and tender. She reached over and gingerly placed her thumb and index finger around his spear. "Wow. It's kind of spongey! But it's like a bone underneath." She squeezed again a little harder, and Dorian involuntarily relased a small moan of pleasure. "You have hair too," said Analise grazing her finger across his balls. Moving her finger to the helmet, she traced its perimeter and stroked it with her thumb, saying, "It's very smooth at the top." She smiled and sat back in her chair her, legs unconsciously splayed open, her cunt shifting and settling happily against the chair. "I think I understand what an erection is now." "Did you like touching my cock?" asked Dorian. "Is that what you call it? Cock? I've heard 'dick' and 'penis', but I've never heard 'cock'. What do you call yours, Richard?" She looked at me inquisitively. I knew that the bulge in my pants must have been very evident; I could tell that Dorian was glancing in that direction. I swallowed, and said, "I think I call it cock, too." Analise's face lit up. "I did hear a boy on the playground call another boy a cocksucker, but I thought he meant something about a rooster. Was he talking about a penis?" "Probably," I said. "But what does that mean -- cocksucker?" she queried. This was certainly beyond my explanatory abilities or duties. I looked at Dorian. His cheeks were once again inflamed, though I couldn't tell now whether it was from desire or embarrasment. His eyes searched my face as though he wanted me to answer a question. "Have you ever done that, Richard?" "What?" "Been a cocksucker." I was stunned that he would ask me. I laughed in my embarrassment and looked at Analise to see if she understood the question. Her eyes were wide with interest, but not comprehension. I had given head once when I fooled around as a kid, but never as an adult. I quietly answered, "A very long time ago." "Do you want to show Analise what it means?" he asked, with a little defiance and fear in his eyes. I swallowed again. This was certainly not in my job description, but the Sheldons weren't to return for days, and Charlotte was gone until evening. The kids had initiated it after all. "Okay." I moved between Dorian's legs and wrapped my fingers gently around the base of his stiff cock. I tickled his stubbly scrotum with my index finger, and then traced the blue vein up to his crown. His legs quivered in pleasure. I glanced at Analise's exposed pubes now just eight inches from my face and saw a small drop of liquid running down the crease where her lips touched. I looked to her face. Her pupils were large and her mouth was slightly open; she was quietly panting. I moved my head between Dorian's legs and inhaled the fresh clean smell of his puerile flesh. I parted my mouth and let my tongue protrude, flicking the underside of the trunk just an inch up from the balls. He leaned back in the chair and pushed his ass forward so that I had better access. I noticed the small blond hairs sparsely sprinkled across his tender cheeks. I pushed the head of his cock up against his belly to make the underside more receptive, ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock several times, circling down around his balls, and then back up each side of the cock stopping just at the ridge of the head. I then pushed the head down beyond the edge of the chair so that the top flat of the warm member was exposed and licked it in small quick strokes. Wrapping my fingers more firmly around the base, I stroked him several times before licking the smoother more resilient flesh of his head. Dorian let out a small whimper as the blade of my tongue circled around the head, leaving a wet path. I gently bit my teeth around the head, several times and he squirmed in pleasure. I let my lips close on the head, flicking the eye of his cock with the tip of my tongue, and began to move my lips down beyond the ridge just contacting the top of his shaft. My movements slowly increased in tempo and depth as I took more and more of his long, thin member into my mouth. I could feel his head glide deftly across my tongue and contact the back of my throat. I liked the warmth of his rod brushing the roof of my mouth. I could feel his desire intensifying as his cock became even a little thicker in my mouth and the head became a little harder. His moans were more frequent and louder now, and I could even hear an occassional whimper coming from Analise behind me. I began taking the full length of his penis into my mouth, holding there, and sucking my lips in so that virtually the entirety of it was in contact with the hot flesh of my mouth. I intensified my grip on the base with my hand and began stroking him each time my mouth raised up to the head. I then alternated each stroke of the suck with a generous lick up the length from the balls to the crown. Dorian began to buck in the chair, straining his hips towards my mouth. I heard Analise gasp, and thought that she must have become enormously excited, but when I looked up she was standing, staring toward the kitchen. I turned and was shocked to find Charlotte standing in the arch. Her hands cocked angrily on her hips. The light glanced sharply off of her glasses. "What are you doing?" I stood. "I thought you were going riding today," I stammered. "Is that supposed to be an explanation for why I come home to find your mouth between my brother's legs? They canceled the afternoon classes because of the heat." Even in this moment of dire circumstance I couldn't help but notice how delicious Charlotte looked standing there in the black leggings that hugged her slim thighs and buttocks, the tivas that left her ankles and lickable toes exposed, and the royal blue oxford left open to the fourth button that revealed the top of her white sports bra. "You are pretty brazen, aren't you?," she demanded striding toward me and facing me off. She stood without flinching in front of me, her eyes at about the level of my nipples. "I knew when I met you that you were pretty horny, but I didn't think you'd go this far." I could say nothing. Analise and Dorian both stood dumbfounded, Dorian's cock still protruding defiantly and absurdly into the living room. "So did you lick my sister down there, too?" "No, I didn't do that," I quickly answered. "What kind of a teacher are you, anyway?" Charlotte demanded. "That doesn't seem very equitable to me, does it to you? In fact I think I could call that favoritism. Do you want me to tell my parents that you've been treating Dorian better than Analise? I suggest that you get down on your knees, and put your tongue between my sister's legs." I looked at her in disbelief, and when I saw that she wasn't being sarcastic, I laughed gratefully. "I wouldn't laugh so fast, Rich." Both hands on her hips now, the tail of her oxford was raised up a bit, no longer covering the juncture of her legs. I could see the tight fabric conforming to the cunt hidden there. "I could tell my folks at any moment." Her gaze penetrated me. "Sit down Analise, so Richard can tongue you." Analise looked at her sister and then at me. Her face was white. "Do you want me to do this, sweetheart?" I whispered to her. "Do you want to do it?" "More than anything you can imagine." A faint smile crossed her lips and some of her color returned. She looked up at Charlotte, who was now sitting on the sofa, leaning forward in anticipation. "Will it hurt, Charlotte?" "No, sweetie," Charlotte cooed encouragingly. "I promise you it will feel even better than Mom rubbing your back when you go to sleep." A bright smile crossed her face, and she quickly slid the skirt over her ass, down her legs and stepped spritely out of it. Her pert ass jiggled as she stepped, and I gazed lovingly once again on that gorgeous mound. Analise plopped down to the wooden chair, and spread her legs as she had down before. "Lick me, Richard." I moved once again to the floor and lifted one of her feet from the floor in the palm of my hand, kissing the soft sole. I ran my tongue from her heel to her toes, then along the sides of her foot, and then sucked each of her toes into my mouth, running my tongue over the fleshy part of each one. She giggled at first, but then relaxed into the pleasure. I circled my tongue around her ankles, then up along her nearly hairless calf stopping at the tender spot behind her knee. I moistened my mouth and continued my oral journey up along the flank of her inner thigh, until I reached the crease where her leg joined her pelvis. My nostrils were overwhelmed with the fragrance of her juvenile sex, sweaty and fecund, innocent with a tinge of the sweet smell of urine. Before I proceeded any further I stopped to gaze at the jewel before me. I could see more clearly now the inner lips, sealed tightly together except at the folds at the bottom, where I could see a slight opening of darkness. I licked along the crease between her leg and pubic area on each side and licked the hair above her mound. I began licking with increasing speed, alternating up each thigh and almost making contact with her quivering flesh, but stopped just before touching her. She groaned and spread her legs a little wider, so that her inner and outer lips parted. I brought my face right in front of her little cunt, and made the first contact by running it down the space between the two sets of lips on each side. She jumped with the intensity of the feeling. I nearly fainted from the sweet, musky taste exploding in my mouth. I let my tongue only brush up along her sealed inner lips several times until I approached her tiny clit. I started tonguing this slowly and sensually, keeping contact and slowly increasing the pressure. I then attacked it with quick flicks from the tip of my tongue. She moved her hips in rhythm with my licking. I brought my finger up and touched her clit sliding my finger down through the center of her inner lips, parting them ever so slightly. A tiny strand of moisture bridged the two lips which I licked away and savored the slightly bitter taste on my tongue. I then plunged my tongue savagely into her open slit and began licking ferociously deep into her cunt; she squirmed responsively on the chair. As I licked her clit with intensity, I brought my finger up and inserted it into her slit, moving back and forth smoothly and gracefully. I pulled back and grabbed her ankles, bringing them together into the air. "Dorian," I said, "Come hold your sister's legs in the air." I looked over to see the boy still standing pumping his cock, the head now a bright red. I looked over and saw Charlotte's face and upper chest blotched red, her eyes slightly glazed. Her hands were caressing her inner thighs, and I could see a small dark spot emerging between her legs. When she met my eyes, she tried to hide her desire, and crossed her arms across her chest. Dorian obeyed, as though in a trance, and stood above his sister holding her ankles together, pushing them into the air. Analise curiously reached out her hand and gently ran her finger across his penis, touching the drop of moisture seeping from the hole, and rubbing it between her fingers. With her legs in the air, Analise's cunt now protruded beautifully, the puffy lips pushed together and out, petulantly begging for my tongue to return. Moisture was trickling down from her lips down along her ass cheeks. I moved in toward her once more, licking the juice off her ass and playfully biting the flesh. I turned my head sideways and ran my tongue back and forth along her slit, intensifying the slick wetness of her cunt. Soon her triangle was one wet mass, the hairs plaited down across her lips, my face dripping with her desire. I brought two fingers up and pried open the loose folds at the base of her cunny, sliding them in up to the second knuckle, bringing them out again and sliding them down along the crevice between the pair of lips. Her cunt was a sweet pink with desire, as I increased the speed and depth of my plunges into her well. Analise began writhing uncontrollably on the chair, pumping Dorian's cock more fervently, when Charlotte came over and said, "I think that's enough for now." I reluctantly withdrew my drenched fingers, licked them clean, gave Analise one more kiss on her soaked sex. She released Dorian's penis and looked at me and smiled sleepily. "Richard. I like that." Charlotte touched my elbow and brought me to my feet. "Okay," she said authoritatively, "Here's the deal. You will follow all of my orders for the next hour. You have to do anything that I ask of you, without complaint. I think you will enjoy it. The only condition is that you are not allowed to come until I say that you can. The moment you ejaculate without my prior consent, I move to the phone and call my parents. Do you understand?" I nodded gravely. "All right then. So first things first. I don't think we should forget the fact that you're supposed to be tutoring my siblings. Analise told me this morning that your reading for today was about primate copulation. I think they need to see this first hand. So you are going to fuck me. But, since we are not a conventional family, we will not do this in a conventional way. Dorian, I want you to grab the rope from the cabinet in the kitchen." As Dorian moved to the kitchen, nude except for his white t-shirt, Charlotte shoved the books off of our study table in one swipe, gracefully removed her tivas, and laid herself out on the table on her back. Dorian returned and she instructed him to get under the table and tie a rope tightly from one of her dangling wrists to the other. This caused her shoulders to arch slightly off of the table and her breasts to push out against her blue oxford. She then told him to tie each of her ankles to the legs of the table. As he did this her leggings gathered around her moist mound. "Analise," Charlotte instructed from the table, her head turned to the side so that she could see us. "I want you to walk over to Richard, and remove his pants." Analise came to me and hugged me, and then unbuckled my belt, undid the top button of my pants and unzipped them. My bulging cock, partially freed, was visible against the linen of my boxers. I kicked off my shoes as Analise pulled my pants down to my feet. I stepped out of the pants, removed my socks and my shirt. "Now, Analise, let's see what Richard's penis looks like. Pull those boxers off of him." I felt vulnerable as the twelve year old girl put her adolescent fingers on the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. When she looked up, she gasped. "It's so much bigger than Dorian's, and longer," she said wide-eyed. "Dorian come here; I want to compare your cocks." Dorian walked over to us, his penis still elegantly erect. "Stand facing Richard right in front of him," said Analise. She grasped both of our cocks and lined them up against each other. I could fell the warmth of his young sex next to mine. His was about three inches shorter than mine. She began stroking both of us simultaneously, creating friction between our cocks. I moaned at the light touch of her fingers on my member and at the look of playful pleasure in her face. "Alright, enough of that," chastised Charlotte. "Richard is supposed to be teaching you about copulation. Come fuck me." I was glad to oblige. I climbed on top of the table between her legs and ran my hands lightly up her leggings until I arrived at her protruding mound. I ran my fingers down the fabric gripping the outside edges of her cunt as lightly as possible. I then moved up to her chest and straddled her chest, my cock resting on her flat belly. I caressed her neck and ran my fingers through her auburn hair. I leaned forward, removed her glasses so that I could see her grey eyes more clearly, and gently bit her ear. I whispered, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered. I have wanted you helpless before me for months." She looked at me steadily, and said, "I'm not the helpless one here." She brought her head up and met my lips with hers, darting her tongue into my mouth and exploring the soft interior. The electric warmth of her tongue on mine sent a jolt straight down to my cock. I unbuttoned the oxford all the way and pulled it back to reveal her white sports bra, wetly hugging her full young breasts, the hard nipples nearly tearing through the fabric. Her tummy was a delicious flank of white, and her belly button an inviting swirl, which I bent to lick. Dorian who had come to one side of the table, with Analise on the other, asked, "Richard, how are you going to get Charlotte's clothes off with her tied down?" "Get me the scissors from the kitchen drawer," I demanded. He brought them to me. I moved to her bra and pulled the fabric above her right nipple away from her skin, carefully inserting the sharp edge of the scissors. I cut a tiny hole in the bra, and released it back to her breast where it revealed one tiny erect, very pink nipple. Her aereolae were small pink circles surrounding the protrusion. I brought my face to that luscious nipple and blew gently on it. I flicked my tongue across it several times before taking it fully into my mouth and sucking it as ferociously as I had Dorian's cock. I repeated the procedure on the other side so that the only parts of Charlotte's breast visible were the nipples. I brought the head of my cock up to each and ran the head across them, a little precum smearing across them. I then took the scissors and cut up the center of the bra. At the last snip, the bra sprang open and her white full globes bounced fully into my view. I groaned at their indescribable beauty. Even with her flat on her back their curve was clearly defined, the perfect size to fit into a red wine glass. I wanted to dive into them and simply exist there forever. Instead I reached to her belly and ran my hands up the white expanse until they came to just below her breasts and then ever so slowly eased my hands over them feeling the warmth penetrate from her body into mine. I tweaked her nipples between my fingers until she started arching her chest in pleasure. I kneaded her generous breasts insistently, and then slowly licked up the valley of her breast bone, and around her left breast in spiraling circles in toward the nipple, until I arrived at the little pyramid once again and bit it teasingly. Charlotte released an involuntary gasp. After repeating this procedure on her right breast, I traced my tongue back down between her breasts along the length of her belly until I arrived at her belly button, my tongue exploring the small hole. I ran my tongue along the waist band of her leggings as though I could lift it with my tongue, then licked the leggings themselves around the outside of her pubes. Tremendous heat permeated through the pants from her fiery sex. I once again let my hands trace up her widely spread legs and gently caressed the mound. Her ass wiggled against the table in anticipation. I retrieved the scissors from the table and inserted them into the leggings above her pubic area and cut a slit several inches across. I then cut a line perpendicular to this all the way to the curve of her ass cheek. As I lifted the cut fabric to make the next slice I saw with delight that her cunt hair matched the auburn bob on her head. I cut a line parallel to the previous, so that when I pulled the fabric back, her darling pussy was revealed to me in every detail. It was virtually a copy of her sister's (they must have received the same cunt genes) except for the hair color and except for the fact that Charlotte's was about a third larger than Analise's. Also whereas Analise was developing hair mostly around her lips, Charlotte's bush was thicker above her mound and thinned toward the base of her lips. Her clitoral hood was a good half inch long and protruded invitingly. Like Analise, Charlotte's inner lips lay tightly together at the top and changed into sweet ripples at the base. I finished my tailoring procedure by making my final cut in her leggings across from one ass cheek to the other. I sat back to observe my work. Her cunt stood out beautifully against the black surrounding it. Her breasts were heaving slightly in response to the labored breath of her desire. I looked over at Analise on my right and Dorian on my left who were both gazing in rapt attention at Charlotte's sex spread in all of its beauty before them. Both were gently caressing their own swollen glands. I brought my fingers to the little bit of exposed thigh on each of Charlotte's legs and ran them lightly up towards her pussy. I ran each finger from the base of her lips to the top just brushing the hair. She shuddered, and a droplet of moisture emerged from the folds of her inner lips. I touched her gently there gathering the liquid onto my finger and bringing it to my mouth. I placed two fingers of my left hand on each of her lips and spread them apart, revealing her tender inner flesh. I could see the complicated folds and tucks of the channel leading deep inside of her. I inserted the finger of my left hand into this opening, and began exploring the moist tissue, circling around sensuously. As Charlotte's hips began to gyrate against my hand I intensified my finger fucking, moving in and out with greater velocity, and brought my other hand up to her clit, taking the nub between my thumb and index finger and rolling it tenderly. She moaned, and when I looked up at her, her eyes met mine with a look of vulnerable innocence and desire. I realized at that moment that while she was a virgin, she had never been treated to extended foreplay. This was the first time I saw in her eyes the tenderness of her fifteen years instead of the adult toughness she often projected. Her tongue quickly wetted her lips. I bent my head to her inflamed nether mouth and inserted my tongue boldly into the cleft. Charlotte released another gasp of surprise. The pungence of her warm cunt smell was intoxicating, and the taste of her sweet flesh sent shivers of desire through my entire body. I licked repeatedly the length of her inner lips stopping just before I touched her clit. I sucked the lower folds of each lip into my mouth and caressed them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I circled the full circumference of her pubic area with my tongue, just missing her clit, but contacting her lips and her inner folds. Sweet sticky juice covered my face and coated my tongue. I swallowed. I pulled a few inches away from her, and in a quick motion licked the length of her cunt up her belly between her breasts around each nipple and back to her quivering sex. After I repeated this motion several times, her body responding fully, I moved my tongue up finally to her clit and began slow rotations of my tongue into the little erect mound of flesh. I gently bit it between my teeth, and then sucked it into my mouth, continuing to caress it with my tongue. I then began licking it with savage intensity. Charlotte's breathing quickened until she was panting and moaning. Her hips pressed off the table, straining against the ropes. In one swift motion she released, laying still on the table, as a gush of cunt honey bathed my face. "I want you to fuck me now," she said with effort, vulnerable, desirous. She lifted her head, and said with a little more steel, "But don't forget you cannot come." I smiled. I brought my cock up to her inner thigh, caressing her and moving closer to her wet willing cunt. I rubbed the head across her lips and around the circumference up to the clit and aroused her some more. I brought my body forward on top of her and began rubbing the length of my cock across her juicy lips; they parted and gripped the sides of my shaft. I moved back and forth across her as though I was inside her. Eventually I brought the tip of my cock to the folds of her opening and pressed against her. Her lips parted easily. I stroked lightly in and out with my head just at her entrance. I penetrated an inch farther and continued my rhythmic stroking. I paused briefly as though I might pull out of her, and in one blinding motion penetrated her with my full length. She cried out in delight, "Yes!" I remained fully embedded in her warm sex. I fit into her perfectly, the sides of her channel tight around my erection. Slowly, I retrieved my prick from her nest, bringing the head out once again to her inner lips, and with another vicious thrust penetrated her fully. I continued this labored thrusting, gradually increasing speed. Charlotte thrashed against the table, attempting to raise her arms and legs in desire, but fettered by the ropes, inflaming her further. I brought my head to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth, as I stroked fervently in and out of her wet, tight cunt. After continuing this motion for several minutes I pulled my torso upright so that my cock pressed against the upper wall of her inner sanctuary and continued to fuck her. I brought my fingers to her nipples and caressed them as my cock sliced through her wet sex. Her face tightened with the intensity of her pleasure, and she let out a wail as I could feel the warmth of her second orgasm coat my cock. It was fortunate that she came this quickly, for I was on the verge of coming and violating our agreement. I slowly pulled my tortured cock out of her sweet hole. Analise, her head right by our flaming genitals, pointed to the frothy liquid encircling my prick like a cock ring, and said, "What's that?" I said, out of breath, "It's moisture from our fuck." "I want to taste it." I turned my body to the right, and Analise's little tongue darted out and licked at the foamy stuff left on my cock from Charlotte's cunt. She tasted it thoughtfully, and then licked up the length of my cock for more. Dorian walked over to her side of the table and said, "I want to taste it, too." He licked up the other side of my cock, so that each of them was licking from the base of my shaft just up to the ridge. Analise began tracing her tongue across the head, circling the sensitive skin and exploring the eye. She pursed her little lips around my swollen crest as she continued the bath with her tongue. Very slowly, maintaining the pressure of her lips, she lowered her mouth several inches down around my member. As she did so, Dorian bent his head to my balls and began to moisten them with his tongue, darting his tongue up occassionally to caress the base of my cock. Analise fit as much of me into her mouth as she could hold, about four inches, and began a fast stroke of my member. Dorian, continuing his work on my balls, grasped the base of my cock with his smooth white hand and began pulsating in time with his sister's sucking. I could feel the warm generation of ejaculation in my balls. "I'm going to come!" Charlotte struggled against her restraints, "You can not come! I will call my parents if you come." I begged Analise to stop, but she only increased the intensity of sucking. "Analise, if you want more of this, you had better stop now," commanded Charlotte. Analise reluctantly drew her lips away from my erection, and playfully kissed it one last time. "Now Dorian, I want you to get the scissors and cut me off of this table." He did so, and she sat on the edge of the table, removing her shirt and shredded bra. With her whole upper body exposed, and only her doctored leggings covering her lower body, she looked even more luscious and vulnerable. I wanted to take her over again, this time with her hands able to roam freely. But by the look in her eye I could tell she had a plan, and I certainly trusted her instincts. She said, "Since you've learned about copulation now, Dorian and Analise, I think it's time that you put your knowledge into practice. Richard, I want you to prepare my siblings for fucking. But I want them to do it doggy style. And so that you don't have it too easy, while you watch them, I'll enjoy myself with your thing." She smiled at me saucily. "What about her hymen?" I asked Charlotte, gesturing to Analise. "It broke two years ago while she was riding a horse. We don't have to worry about pain. Now go to it." I took Analise by the hand and guided her to her knees on the carpeted area of the living room. I pulled the blue band from her hair and let if fall generously about her shoulders. Running my fingers through her long blonde tresses, I brought my mouth to hers, tasting her sweet breath and running my tongue across her lips. Our tongues touched and circled each other. I reached down and removed the green pull-over from her upper body. I drank in the sight of her ripe twelve year old breasts, the gentle curve of the flesh, and the dark, large aereolae encircling the prominent nipples; her blond hair draped across her shoulders, the last tendrils reaching down to just above her breasts. Sweat ran in rivulets down her neck and traced paths down her chest. I stroked my hands down from the top of her head down along her face, her neck, and traced my fingers across her collar bone and down over the pear shaped breasts so that my middle fingers lightly brushed across the nipples. Her lips parted and her face flushed red; she began panting. I licked up from her belly button until I reached her breast bone and then proceeded to her right breast taking it fully into my mouth and began a gentle sucking motion. I stimulated her nipple with the tip of my tongue as I sucked. I repeated this on the left breast, and then guided her upper body down until her arms were crossed on the floor, her lovely head resting on them. Letting my hands trace up across her smooth back, I moved behind her, where her small firm ass cheeks pointed toward the ceiling and framed in all of their glory her wet cunny lips pouting out. Placing my hand between her warm thighs, I encouraged her to spread her knees several feet apart, and then I inserted my finger into her drenched cunt and stroked her slowly for a full minute. I plunged my thumb into her with my palm pressing against her clit, and massaged the soft inner shelf of her channel. After stroking my thumb in and out for a minute, I removed it and pinched each lip, rubbing it between my index finger and thumb. I brought my mouth to her cunt mouth, and kissed it as though it were face, running my tongue along her inner lips and then deeper into her hole. I concentrated my tongue on her clit, licking slowly in small circles, and then licked from there up to her tiny asshole. I lingered there for a moment circling the tight orifice and sticking my tip in a quarter of an inch. I began a fervent repetitive motion from her clit up to her anus and back down, my face covered with her cream, until she was writhing and shivering before me. I placed my cock along the length of her pussy and rubbed against her moist flesh, the outer lips parting and embracing me. I figured she was ready for a cock to fill her moist well. I would have liked it to have been mine, but for some reason, while fucking a fifteen year old didn't concern, fucking a twelve year old seemed less appropriate. I thought it was right for Dorian's member to be the first to penetrate her. I spread her legs even farther apart, and turned to Dorian. He was standing only feet behind me gazing with rapt attention at his sister's receptive organ. He didn't need much preparation from the look of his reddened sex, but I gestured for him to walk over to me. On my knees, I removed his white t-shirt, and circled each of his nipples with my tongue and playfully bit them. He moaned as I initiated a sucking motion. I ran my tongue down his chest, across his slightly pouched belly, and circled down around his balls, up the length of his cock, and then took his juvenile prick into my mouth, sucking it down into my throat several times. I then lay down on my back with my head directly under Analise's pussy. "Dorian, I want you to come straddle my chest." He cocked his leg over my chest and sank to his knees with his erect cock only inches from his sister's cunt. From underneath them, I took hold of his penis and guided it toward her opening. I parted her lips, and inserted the head of his cock into her wetness. They moaned simultaneously. I reached between Dorian's legs touching his adolescent ass and encouraged him to move deeper into his sister. He pressed forward slowly until his entire sex was submerged between his sister's pubes. Her lips parted to his allow his entry and flared like a flower opening its petals. I lifted my head and licked from Dorian's balls across the inch of shaft still exposed, over her parted lips and up to her inflamed clit. I repeated this motion several times, and then encouraged Dorian to begin stroking in and out of his sister. I continued my tongue bathing of their genitals as they fucked, occassionally taking the head of Dorian's cock into my mouth when he pulled out too far and then reinserting it, and seeing Analise's pursed lips yield to his rigid member. As we engaged in this process, our three bodies touching and sweaty, I felt Charlotte's mouth slip over my cock and begin a persistent sucking and licking. Soon she added both of her hands around my cock, until I couldn't decide whether to give my attention to the pleasure of my prick or the pleasure of my mouth on the sexes joined in front of my face. I did my best to concentrate on both simultaneously. Both Dorian and Analise began to moan and whimper with intensity. "I don't want him to come yet, Richard," said Charlotte. "I want him to wait and come when you do." I placed my hand on his cock and gently pulled him out of his sister's cunny, my fingers soaked with the moisture from their fucking. Both leaned against the couch, panting heavily, sweat drenching their bodies, their faces red with lust and heat, their organs swollen and warm. Charlotte looked at my cock and grasped it tightly with her hand. "What's this I see? It looks like you have a little bit of precum on the tip of your cock." She squeezed harder until it almost hurt. "Let me remind you that you are not to come." She brought her head down to my crown, "This much is okay, but no more." She licked the drop of come off and took it into her mouth. "Now it's my turn again," she said rising, pulling off the remains of her black leggings until she was completely naked. She squatted so that her cunt opened and I could see her inner lips and the hood protecting her clit pouting out beneath her. "Analise, I want you to lie on your back; we're going to have some fun with something called 69." Analise, slightly dazed from Dorian, yet willing, lay back, and spread her legs, her moist pink cunt glistening and tender. Charlotte ambled over to her, her ass swaying as she walked. She straddled her crotch across Analise's face and sliding her hands along the length of her sister's lithe body, brought her face to her young sex. "Now we're going to lick each other's pussies," she said, pulling Analise's feet flat onto the floor so that her legs spread and her cunt was more exposed. I watched Charlotte's talented tongue swirl through the blond pubic hair, across the flesh of her lips up to the tiny erect clit, which had received quite a bathing today. In no time, Analise was bucking and writhing on the floor, excited no doubt by the physical pleasure, but also by the experience of the female tongue caressing her sex. After several minutes of this sucking, Charlotte raised her auburn head and said, "Dorian, I want you to get the vegetable oil from the kitchen cabinet." As he went to fetch it, I moved around to the other side to see Analise going at her older sister's cleft. A little more awkwardly than Charlotte, she raised her head to meet the glistening red-blonde pussy, and tenderly tongued the outside lips. As she moved her tongue to explore the inside, she brought a finger to Charlotte's clit and gently rubbed it back and forth. I could see that Analise's shoulders and upper back were beginning to fatigue, so I grabbed some pillows from the sofa and placed them under her, making it easier to access her sister's treasure. I noticed that her face was now lathered in Charlotte's juices. Dorian returned with the oil. Charlotte looked to me mischeviously and said, "Richard, I want to try something I've never done before." Her eyes glistened. "I want you to fuck me in the ass." I was stunned that a fifteen year old would even think of this. I had never done this but had always thought it would interesting to try. "After that, you're allowed to come, on the condition that you make Dorian come at the same time you do." I was certainly willing. As Analise continued the oral enterprise between her sister's legs, I got on my knees behind Charlotte and inserted two fingers into Charlotte's cunt and swirled them around, then slid the liquid up to Charlotte's asshole. I repeated this several times until she was well lathered, then dipped my tongue into her nectar filled cunt and increased the moisture around her asshole by licking up to it and dipping my tongue into the orifice. I repeated this motion, meeting Analise's tongue at Charlotte's cunt and caressing it gently, before continuing the wetting of the anus. I brought my finger up to her anus and slowly inserted it into the tiny, wet hole up to my first knuckle. I began shifting in and out, increasing my penetration until my finger was deep into Charlotte's bowels. She began moaning in response to the motion of my finger. When she was released and receptive to my finger, I asked Dorian to come over and pour some oil onto her anus and onto my cock. He did so, sticking his finger curiously into his sister's asshole and stroking my cock. After he'd finished, I said, "Now go around to your sister's mouth, so she can suck your cock while I fuck her in the ass." He walked over and dropped to his knees, and Charlotte, her face drenched with Analise's juices took her thirteen year old brother's prick eagerly into her mouth. Dorian, began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking Charlotte's mouth, and, so that Analise was not left unpleasured, began fondling her pussy. I brought the head of my prick up to Charlotte's tiny opening, and pressed it gently into the hole. It protectively contracted, and then slowly released allowing me to enter just up to the base of the crown. I moved my hips around so that the head would swirl and open her more fully. I slipped into her another inch or so. She was moaning now more deeply and forcefully. I slid into her another two inches, and began stroking in and out until it became easier. She seemed to be relaxing into it more. Her tunnel was so tight that I thought my cock was going to burst. I had never felt such intense pleasure, not from the sweetest blow job. Soon my whole member was buried in Charlotte's ass and I was slowly sensuously fucking her. From where I was I could see my cock delving into Charlotte's ass, Analise's tongue probing the folds of Charlotte's cunt, glimpses of Charlotte's mouth bathing Dorian's thin prick, and glimpses of Dorian's fingers playing in Analise's sex. I brought one of my hands away from Charlotte's firm ass and slipped it beneath Charlotte to fondle Analise's breasts. Analise, in response, occassionally brought her mouth up from her sister's cunt and lapped at my cock during the moments when I was pulled out of Charlotte's anus. The four of us, a writhing mass of lust, ecstasy and sweat continued our giving and receiving of pleasure for ten minutes or so, seeming to develop a joint rhythm. Soon I could feel the pressure of semen rising in my cock, and I slowly, regretfully withdrew from Charlotte's ass, seeing her tiny hole, pucker back into place, red now and slightly larger than before. I didn't want to come in Charlotte's ass, but I knew exactly how I wanted to come. I gently pulled the three apart, and told them that I was ready to come. I arranged Charlotte and Analise, both on their backs so that their pussies met and their legs interlocked, slightly spread. I got on my knees at their joined crotches and positioned Dorian standing on the opposite side. Analise and Charlotte began to press their cunnies against one another, masturbating and mixing their juices together. It was lovely to see the auburn cunt and the blonde cunt touching and interacting. I took Dorian's cock into my mouth, sucking and licking, and began stroking my own member in time with my oral motion. I was close to releasing, and slowed down until I could feel Dorian tightening to ejaculate. I sped up so that I could release simultaneously. Just as I pulled his elegant cock out of my mouth, thin clear fluid burst forth, sending some droplets onto my face but mostly spewing downward onto the warm pulsating pussies beneath him. Only seconds later thick white cream emerged from me, the first heavy beats splashing across Dorian's hairless chest and the rest landing on the legs and cunts of the two girls on the floor. I brought my fingers down and joined the hands of the girls, spreading the come over their thighs and into their bushes. Dorian came to his knees and rubbed his wet cock, still pulsating and letting out a few lasts spurts, along Analise's thigh. I bent down, and began licking, spreading Dorian's thin fluid and my thick semen together with the girl's love juices, licking the two swollen clits, the sweet pussy lips, and the deflating prick, thoroughly bathing the genitals of the three siblings. I was in heaven. Analise sat up on her elbows, and said, her flushed face beautiful against her nearly white hair, "Richard, I'm really glad that you are our teacher." "Me, too," chimed in Dorian, still beating his cock. Charlotte disengaged from her sister, came over to me and placed a hand on my sticky cock. She licked her tongue around my mouth cleaning off the mingling of our sex fluids, then caressed my lips and tongue. "I have to admit that I'm glad you're here too. But you'd better realize that you are still under my control. From now on you have to do anything I request, or I may have to reveal how you've taken advantage of us." She smiled teasingly. I could think of no greater pleasure than being at the mercy of Charlotte's commands. I returned the smile and plunged my tongue into her mouth.