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Slave Sister Part One
"Fran's First Time"
By
Norm DePloom

Dave stole naked through the dark house without making
a noise. His already hard cock bounced up and down
gently with each step. He paused outside his mother's
bedroom to listen and scan the forms lying on the bed.
'Good' he thought, 'she's asleep'. He moved silently
past her bedroom door and down the hall towards his
younger sister's room. He crept through her door on
his hands and knees, and crawled over to her bed.

Fran struggled with rising panic against the feeling
of suffocation. When Fran realized that this was
not just a bad dream the panic changed to terror. She
redoubled her efforts to throw the weight from on top
of her. She screamed, but the same pillow that was
cutting off her air quieted her scream so that even
her assailant could barely hear it. Fran had kicked
her legs trying to push the man off and in the process
had only allowed him to get between her legs perfectly
positioned to carry out his plans.

Fran felt her attacker grab the crotch of her panties
and pull them aside making way for his attack on her
most private part. She felt a hard object she could
only assume was his cock pushing against the opening
of her pussy. As was her usual procedure Fran had
masturbated just before falling asleep and the
residual lubrication assisted her attackers efforts to
force his way into her.

She screamed again and again into the suffocating
pillow and tried to hit at her assailant with her
hands. Her fourteen-year-old virgin cunt stretched
and tore as the large hard cock forced it's way into
her depths. It entered her entirely then pulled out
and pushed its way back into her again.

As Dave began fucking his sister he slipped his hand
under the pillow and used it to cover her mouth so he
could remove the pillow. After making sure he had her
mouth covered Dave threw the pillow into the middle of
the room and stared into his sister's terror filled
eyes as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her
tight wet pussy. He leaned down close to her ear.

"I've waited a long time for this Fran." He continued
pumping his cock in and out of her. "I'm going to
take my hand off your mouth know. If you make any
noise I'll hurt you so bad you'll never recover." He
pushed into her deeply twice more then spoke again.
"Do you understand?" Fran nodded her head 'yes'.
Dave pulled his cock out of her, then sank it back in
as far as he could push it then removed his hand from
his sister's mouth.

"Why are you doing this." She whispered. "Stop it
now. If you stop now and leave me alone I won't tell
any one, I promise." Dave licked and kissed her neck
while he fucked his cock in and out of her. Her cunt
was already betraying her, lubrication flowed as her
pussy welcomed the invader.

"No Fran dear," he whispered in her ear as he
continued fucking her tight young pussy. "I will
never stop fucking you." A soft sigh revealed Fran's
building excitement. "From now on you will make
yourself available for me to fuck anytime I want."

"No, I can't. I won't. You can't make me. This is
wrong. You're my older brother. Her hips were
beginning to rock gently in time to Dave's hard cock
thrusting in and out of her know wet open cunt. Dave
began to suck on her right nipple and felt it harden
in his mouth "Oh God please don't do this tome."
Fran begged. Dave's only reply was to switch his
sucking mouth to her left nipple while he continued
his relentless fucking of her pussy.

For the next few minutes the room was quiet except for
the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings as the two
bodies silently fucked each other. Dave's sucking
mouth moved from her now hard left nipple up her neck
to her left ear, then across her check to her mouth.
Fran stubbornly refused to open her mouth to his
probing tongue. Dave slipped a hand between them and
began to rub and twist her hard nipple until she
sighed and her lips parted allowing his tongue to fuck
in and out of her mouth in time with is hard cock
fucking in and out of her now hot cunt.

Fran's body tightened under him as her orgasm pulsed
through her muscles. Her hot pussy grabbed at Dave's
thrusting cock and milked his cum from him. His body
tightened with hers, then they both relaxed and Dave
collapsed onto the bed beside his sister. Dave laid
on his side with one arm under Fran's head and his
other hand cupping her crotch feeling the heat and
wetness of her just fucked pussy.

"I knew you would be a great fuck." Dave whispered in
her ear. Fran blushed in the dark. Shame began to
overwhelm her. 'God' she thought 'I've just been
raped by my brother and I came.' She tried to turn
away from him.

"Don't turn away from me you little bitch." Dave held
her down and would not let her turn her back towards
him. "I'm not done playing with you yet."

"Oh God Dave," She whispered pleadingly, "don't do
anything more. It's wrong."

"Your hot slut cunt doesn't think it's wrong." Dave
said as he slipped a finger into her wet hole and
began to rub his thumb in circles over her engorged
hard clitoris. He leaned down and slurped her left
nipple into his mouth and began to suck and chew it
back to hardness.

"No, if you don't leave my room right know I'll tell
mom." Dave moved to her right nipple and worked a
second finger into her wet eager cunt. Dave left a
trail of wet kisses stretching from her hard right
nipple to where her thick dark brown pubic hair
started. He ran his tongue through her 'pubs' then
circled it around her swollen clitoris eliciting a
soft moan from Fran. After flicking the tip of his
tongue across her sensitive engorged clitoris Dave
worked his tongue into the wet folds of flesh at the
opening to her tight young cunt.

"Oh God. Please don't. Oh God, Oh God, don't do
this...Oh God...don't, its wrong...OH GOD" Dave
reached up and covered her mouth again with his left
hand to keep her from waking their mother in the next
room. He moved his right hand further down and began
to work the tip of his lubricated finger into her
puckered virgin asshole. Fran reached down and tried
to push his head away but Dave plunged his tongue into
her hot cunt then licked and sucked on her fleshy
pussy lips and finally ran his tongue back up to her
clitoris.

When Fran's clitoris became engorged it looked like a
miniature half-inch long cock. Dave sucked it into
his mouth and ran his tongue around it then back and
forth over it's tip. Then he took in his lips and
began to move his head up and down like he was sucking
a very small cock. Every muscle in Fran's body
tightened and spasmed rhythmically for what seemed
like hours to both of them. With each spasm Fran
would pump her ass up and down on Dave's invading
fingers. Even with his hand over her mouth Dave was
afraid that her squeals of delight would wake up their
mother. Finally she collapsed like a rag doll on the
bed.

Fran made no effort to resist her brother when he
spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her cunt
for a second fuck. Dave's large rock hard cock
slipped into Fran's well-lubricated cunt with ease.
Dave sighed and pushed his mouth against his sister's
and began to fuck his tongue in and out of her mouth
as his cock drove in and out of her pussy for the
second, but far from last time.

They fucked long and slow, as only the second fuck of
an evening can be. The urgency of the first fuck was
dissipated and Dave could take his time and enjoy the
tight hot wetness of his sisters fuck hole as his cock
slid in and out in a steady fucking rhythm. Fran came
again before Dave's body tightened and his cock
twitched inside his sister and dumped its second load
of incestuous cum into her clinging cunt.

Dave held his cock inside her until it started to
shrink, then he pulled it out and laid down beside
her. They both fell asleep and slumbered in each
other's arms until Dave awoke with a start and
realized that the shower was running in his mother's
bathroom. A quick glance at his watch told him it was
6:15 AM.

Dave climbed out of his sister's bed and looked down
at her still sleeping form. He regretted that he did
not have time for another incestuous fuck before going
back to his room. He slipped across the room and
opened the door just a crack. He peaked out and made
sure that no one was in the hallway. This would be
the dangerous part mother came out of the shower he
would have one hell of a job explaining what he was
doing running around the hallway naked at this time of
the morning. Dave breathed a sigh of relief when he
made it back inside his own room and shut the door.

Fran woke up just as her brother slipped out of her
room and closed the door behind her. A storm of
contradictory emotions raged inside her. She knew
that what they had done last night was absolutely
wrong, but she had cum three or four times. Better
cums than she had ever experienced from her own
efforts. She knew that her brother had just raped her
twice, but she also knew that she fantasized about her
brother every time she played with herself. Fran got
out of bed and donned a robe then walked to the
bathroom for a shower.

After adjusting the water temperature Fran stepped
into the spray and basked in the feel of hot water
running over her well-fucked body. She picked up the
soap and began to dreamily rub her body unconsciously
concentrating on her breasts and pussy. She pinched
and twisted her nipples, then slipped one hand down
over her stomach to her crotch where she began to
gently rub her swollen clitoris with her soapy
fingers. Soft moans began to escape her slightly
parted lips and her hips began to move in small
fucking motions.

Dave dressed quickly then headed down the hall towards
the stairs. As he passed the bathroom and heard the
shower running he paused for a moment then returned
quickly to his room. Dave grabbed his SX70 from the
shelf and headed back to the bathroom. It only took
him a moment to unlock the door, then slip inside and
shut the door behind him. He peaked through the
shower curtain and saw his sister deep in a
masturbation session and totally oblivious to her
surroundings. He put the camera on the shelf above
the toilet and opening his fly pulled his hardening
cock into view.

Fran was working her right nipple and her clitoris
with abandon when she was suddenly struck by a blast
of cool air and realized that the shower curtain had
been pulled back. Her first thought was that her
mother was going to be angry with her for
masturbating. Then she opened her eyes and saw her
tormentor/brother standing in front of her with his
large hard cock sticking out of his pants.

"Suck it." He said grabbing a hand full of her hair
and pulling her head down toward his waiting cock.

"No, I wont, not here, not now. What if momma comes
upstairs?" Fran tried to pull her head back up. She
had to abandon her nipple twisting and clitoris
stroking in order to put her hands on the edge of the
tub.

"If you're afraid of being caught then you better get
busy and make me cum." Dave used his superior strength
to continue pushing her head down and began to bump
his drooling cockhead against her closed lips. "Open
your lips and suck me bitch or I'll hold your head in
the toilet until you drown and tell mom it was
suicide."

Fran moaned and her lips parted. Dave thrust his cock
into her mouth until she began to gag. He pulled most
of it out and pushed it back in until she started to
gag again. After ten or so gaggings Fran's throat
relaxed from exhaustion and the large hard cock
slipped completely inside her mouth. Dave could see
the sides of her neck bulge as his cock slipped past
her mouth and down her throat with each forward
thrust.

Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down Fran's
cheeks, but her cunt begged for attention. Fran could
feel her cunt juices running down the inside of her
thighs. She reached down with her right hand and
began to stroke her large sensitive clitoris. The
shame and humiliation fed her lust, and the pleasure
fueled her shame and humiliation in an
ever-increasing spiral that was destined to end with a
mind shattering orgasm.

Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted her
head up. Fran, distracted from her orgasmic spiral,
opened her eyes just in time to be blinded by the
flash. She tried to pull away from the huge hard rod
in her mouth but her brother held her in place as he
took more pictures of her lips stretched over his hard
cock.

Dave hunched over and began to fuck furiously in and
out of her open mouth. As Fran felt her brother's huge
cock pushing in and out of her throat she matched it
stroke for stroke with her hand on her large hard
clitoris. Fran finally reached her peak and only the
hard cock in her mouth kept her screams of pleasure
from being heard by their mother down in the kitchen.

As her orgasm subsided Fran realized that her brother
had cum on her face and was in the process of taking a
close up picture of a string of incestuous sperm
running from her left eyebrow down to the tip of her
noes where it was dripping onto her breasts. Dave
slipped his softening cock back into his pants and
turned to leave the bathroom.

"Better hurry Fran, don't want to be late for school."
As he closed the door behind him Fran collapsed across
the side of the bathtub and began to sob. Dave put
his camera back on the shelf where he kept it and
looked at the developing pictures of his naked sister
sucking his cock as he walked down the stairs. As he
walked into the kitchen he slipped the pictures into
his shirt pocket.

"Good morning mom." He said cheerfully.

"Hi honey, where's your sister?" His mother smiled
back at him.

"For some reason she decided she had to take a shower
this morning." Dave shrugged and poured milk over his
corn flakes.

"Damn, this is going to through off my whole day."
She walked over to the door, "FRAN HURRY UP AND GET
DOWN HERE." She yelled before turning back and
walking over to sit beside her son. Dave watched his
mother with very un-son like interest. He enjoyed
looking at her still tight ass and her long legs
sticking out from her short skirt. He could just
barely see the lace bra under her white blouse.
Having caught site of his mom nude once or twice Dave
knew that her beasts stood firm even without the
support of the bra.

"Hay mom why don't you let me take her to school then
you can take your time and finish getting ready for
work." Dave watched as his mother's lushes red lips
relaxed and smiled.

"Thanks honey, that would help a lot. You sure you
wont be late for your own classes?" She reached out
and touched him on his arm.

"No problem mom." Dave watched as his mother got up
from the table and walked out of the kitchen. He was
already beginning to formulate plans for her, but they
would have to wait until his sister's subjugation was
complete.

Fran stopped crying and slowly stood up, then after
turning off the water stepped out of the shower and
reached for a towel. Dragging the towel behind her
she walked naked out of the bathroom and down the
hallway to her room. She heard he mother yell for her
to hurry up. She sat on her bed and chewed on her
lower lip, then with sudden resolve she stood up,
dried her self and began to put on her clothes. She
had made up her mind no matter how much she enjoyed
the orgasms it was wrong and she had to tell her
mother what had happened. She would do it this
morning on the way to school, before she lost her
resolve.

Fran dressed but with her hair still wet, walked into
the kitchen expecting her mother to be there. Her
brother looked up and leered at her. She turned and
started to leave the room.

"Mom said for you to ride to school with me since your
so late getting ready." Dave continued to leer.

"No, I'm going to ride to school with mom, or I'm not
going." She leaned over toward him. "And I am going
to tell her what you have done to me." Dave pulled the
pictures from his shirt pocket and gave one of them to
Fran.

"Only if you want these posted on the bulletin board
at school." Dave replied softly. Fran looked down at
a picture of herself, naked, hair wet, and her mouth
stretched over the enormous hard cock. It looked
perverted, grotesque and extremely provocative. She
noticed a renewed flow of juices from her pussy. She
also noticed a weakening of her resolve.

As she stared at the picture Dave pulled his sister
closer and slipped his hand up her dress. He began to
rub her crotch through her cotton panties. He quickly
found the nub of her swelling clitoris and began to
concentrate his attentions on it.

"No." She said weakly her hips already beginning to
move humping her clitoris harder against his invading
hand. "Its wrong. We can't do this." Even as she
said this she placed her hands on her brother's
shoulders and squatted slightly spreading her knees
and opening herself to her brothers fingers. Dave
pushed the crotch of her cotton panties aside and
slipped a finger into her know wet cunt. Holding onto
his shoulder with one hand Fran began to pinch and
twist her right nipple with the other hand. "What if
I get pregnant?"

"Well, if you don't relish explaining to mom about how
you got that way then you'd better do something about
it." A soft moan escaped from Fran's throat. They
heard their mother coming and Dave pulled his hand
away from his sister's hot wet twat and allowed her
skirt to fall back into place.

"Oh, there you are." Their mom said as she walked into
the room. "Did Dave tell you that he is going to take
you to school this morning?"

"Yes mom." Fran looked down and saw the picture of
her self giving her brother a blowjob laying on the
table. She snatched up the picture and stuffed it
into her algebra book then turned to her brother
"Let's get going, I don't want to be late." Then she
turned and walked out the back door. Dave stuffed the
last couple of bites of corn flakes into his mouth
then hurried after her mumbling 'bye mom' as her
rushed past her. Their mom looked out the back door
smiling and thinking how lucky she was to have two
children who got along so well.

Dave eased his car out of the driveway and began to
accelerate down the street. Fran sat as far away from
her brother as she could get and still be inside the
car. Shame and humiliation flooded through her again
and, as before, her lust flared with the shame and
humiliation. How could I have reacted so quickly to
his hand up my skirt? Am I really that much of a
slut? No, I have to find some way to stop this.

"Take off your panties." Dave ordered his sister.
She looked over at him with a blank uncomprehending
look.

"What? No. This has to stop, I'm not just going to do
everything you say. You need help. You're sick. This
is not normal. No I won't do anything else with you.
Just take me to school like you're supposed to."

"Oh I'll take you to school all right. Then after I
post these pictures on the school bulletin board I'm
going to tie you buck naked to the hood of this car
and parade you through the student parking lot at
lunch time." Fran felt the adrenaline rush of fear and
a gush of lubrication as she imagined herself tied
naked to the car being looked at by all the boys in
the parking lot.

She looked at her brother and realized that he was
just crazy enough to actually do it. The fantasy
excited her but she wasn't crazy enough to let it
happen. She lifted her butt off the car seat and
pulled her panties down her legs then stepped out of
them leaving them on the car floor.

"Now scoot over here, I want to finish what mother so
rudely interrupted." Fran scooted across the car seat
until she was up against her brother. Dave reached
down and lifted her skirt. He took a quick glance at
her thick healthy patch of dark brown pubic hair then
looked back at the road while he slipped his fingers
through the hair and began to finger his sisters wet
cunt. Fran held tightly to her brother's arm, not to
push it away, but to make sure it wasn't pulled away
until the job was done.

Fran spread her legs wider apart, leaned back closed
her eyes and began to hump her now desperate cunt
against her brothers fingers. Dave drove two fingers
in and out of her wet clasping pussy and rubbed her
large clitoris with his thumb. As Dave drove random
circles around the almost deserted residential streets
Fran began to rock her head back and forth moaning and
softly encouraging her brother with a husky lust
filled whisper.

"Ohhh godddd ohhh yessss that's it harder harder
that's it that's it that's it there yes yes yes...."
Dave pulled the car behind the buildings of a small
shopping center and stopped the engine. As he
continued to work her cunt and clitoris Dave ripped
the front of her blouse open and roughly pulled her
bra off her breasts. Leaning over he sucked her right
nipple into his mouth. Fran's body became rigid,
lifting her rump from the car seat. "OH MYYYY GODDDD"
she screamed then collapsed into a limp quivering
mass.

Dave removed his hand from his sister's crotch and
used the hem of her blouse to wipe his fingers. Then
he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large hard
cock. The slit at the top of its large purple head
oozed precum. Dave put his hand on the back of his
sister's head and began to pull her down towards his
waiting rod.

"It's your turn." He told her. She looked at him
with a dazed expression, then lowered her head and
enveloped his eager tool with her wet mouth. She
turned and leaving her right foot on the floor pulled
her left leg up onto the seat thrusting her ass into
the air. The idea of sucking her brother's cock in
this semi-public place sent a surge of adrenaline
laced lust lunging through every fiber of her being.
As she began to bob her head up and down on his hard
cock Fran slipped her hand down between her legs and
started stroking her clitoris and cunt lips.

Dave reached over and pulled her skirt up exposing her
raised ass. He gently caressed her but cheeks then,
after dipping his finger back into her cunt for
lubrication, began to work the tip of his finger into
her tight virgin asshole.

Fran moaned and thrust her ass back opening herself to
her brother's attentions. She moaned around the large
cock in her mouth. She knew that anyone walking by
the car would have a close up view of her stroking
herself while her brother finger fucked her ass. The
thrill of public incestuous sex pushed them both over
the edge in a matter of minutes.

Dave rammed his finger completely into his sister's
asshole as he thrust his cock into her eager mouth and
began to shot another load of cum down her throat.
Fran swallowed cum frantically as she pulled on her
large clitoris and humped her ass on his finger. Her
body rocked forward and backward in sync with the
waves of orgasmic pleasure sweeping through her.
Suddenly both of them relaxed totally, Fran collapsed
onto the car seat, her head in her brother's lap and
his softening cock still in her cum drenched mouth.
Dave's finger was still buried deep in her ass and
Fran's fingers still gently rubbed the fleshy wet
folds of her cunt. After a few moments Fran let her
brothers cock slip from her mouth.

"We're going to be late for school." She said softly.

"In that case we'll just have to cut school and spend
all day fucking." A small smile played across Fran's
lips.

"What ever you say." She replied

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Slave Sister Part Two
"Dave's Friends"
By
Norm DePloom

Saturday morning Fran got out of bed just after her
brother finished his morning fuck and headed back to
his own room. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying
to make sense out of what was happening to her. She
seemed to have lost all her will power. All day
yesterday she did whatever her brother had asked.
After sucking his cock in the parking lot of the
shopping center they had come back home and he tied
her naked to the hood of his car and fucked her while
the video camera recorded the whole thing. They were
lucky that none of their neighbors had seen anything.
Then he had brought her indoors and tied her to their
mother's bed. He set up the video camera again and
recorded her first ass fuck. He had recorded almost
everything they did that day. All the fuckings and
cock suckings and pussy lickings were now documented
on video, and the worst thing about it was how much
she enjoyed it all.

Fran planed to leave the house right after her mother
went to work. She wanted to go away somewhere and
think things through. She may have had a day of
terrific orgasms, but she still thought what they were
doing was wrong and she had to get away and think of
some way to stop her brother. She dressed in a T-shirt
and shorts and waited for the sound of her mother's
car pulling out of the driveway. Seemingly of it's
own volition her right hand slipped down to her crotch
and began to gently tickle her pussy through her
shorts as she remembered yesterday's events.

Fran jumped when she heard the car starting, and
guiltily pulled her hand away from her crotch. She
opened her bedroom door and looked up and down the
hallway to make sure she would not be observed. When
she got to the stairs she leaned over the railing to
make sure her brother was not around. Fran dashed
silently down the stairs and headed through the
kitchen to the back door. She hit the screen door at
a dead run letting it bang against the wall then bang
back against the door frame as the spring slammed it
shut behind her.

Just as Fran rounded the corner of the house she
noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye.
Before she could turn her head she was struck from her
side and brought to the ground. After a brief
struggle she ended up on her back with her brother
setting on her stomach. There in the front yard in
view of the entire neighborhood Dave lifted up her T-
shirt and pulled her bra up exposing her breasts.
Ignoring her kicking legs Dave roughly massaged her
breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Where do you thing you are going?" He asked as her
nipples began to get hard in his fingers. Fran
grabbed her brother's wrists and tried to pull his
hands away from her breasts.

"Please....don't' do that, not here where everyone can
see." Her struggles to remove her brother's hands
from her hardening nipples met with failure. "I was
just going to visit Vickie for a while."

"You can't do that I have some friends coming over and
I promised them that you would be here to entertain
them." Dave squeezed both of her breasts hard until
she winced in pain then leaned over and licked the red
swollen nipples pouching out over his fists. Fran
began to kick and struggle with renewed vigor.

"God no" she hissed "you can't make me do it with your
friends." She started bucking her hips trying to
throw her brother off. She released his wrists and
began to hit at his arms and face. "No you fucking
pervert I will not fuck your fucking friends, ever.
Do you understand?" Fran shocked herself with her
easy use of the 'f' word. Two days ago she would
never have said that word out loud. Dave stopped
sucking on her nipples and pulled her T-shirt back
over her abused breasts. He grabbed a handful of
Fran's hair then stood up pulling her to her feet.

"Follow me dear." He ordered walking towards the
backyard pulling her behind him by her hair. "I need
to get you ready for the party." Fran grabbed her
brother's arm with both hands as she stumbled along
behind.

"God damn you. If you do this to me I will kill you I
swear to God." Fran's face had become bright red with
anger and, although she was not ready to acknowledge
it, her pussy was beginning do drip into her panties.

"My my what would your little second graders in Sunday
school think if they heard their assistant teacher
swearing like that." Dave threw his sister onto the
ground beside the large oak tree that shaded their
backyard and sat on her again facing her feet this
time. Ignoring the rain of punches on his back and
the stream of profanity now coming from her mouth Dave
wrapped a chain around her left ankle and locked it in
place. Once his sister was secure Dave stood up and
walked into the house. Fran pulled on the chain only
to discover that the other end was wrapped around the
oak tree and locked with a matching padlock. Fran
pulled with all her might trying to slip her foot from
the chain but only managed to scrape the skin from her
ankle.

Only when she gave up and relaxed on the grass did
Fran realize how horny she had become. He pussy was
wet and open and her nipples were standing up hard
under her know torn T-shirt. I don't care how excited
I get, she thought, I'm not going to fuck Dave's
friends. Just then the back screen door slammed open
and Dave appeared carrying his video camera and a
tripod. Ignoring his sister Dave set up the tripod and
affixed the camcorder to it. He then returned to the
house and came back moments later with a chalkboard.

Fran strained to see what was written on the board as
her brother held it up in front of the camera. She
groaned audibly when she saw the lettering. It read,
'FIRST WEEKLY FRAN FUCK'. Dave filmed the lettering
on the blackboard for sixty seconds then threw the
board aside and turned his attentions back to his
sister. Dave walked over to where Fran sat on the
grass still dressed in her shorts and T-shirt. Fran
looked up at her brother with a combination of anger
and fear.

"You can't do this to me." She said softly. Dave
squatted down in front of her.

"I can do anything I want to you." He reached out and
grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and began to pull it
up. Fran clamped her arms down trying to keep her
brother from removing her shirt. "If you try to fight
me you'll just end up getting hurt." Dave warned his
sister. Then he grabbed the front of the shirt with
both hands and with one swift movement ripped it open,
exposing her loose bra barely covering a pair of firm
young breasts, and left it hanging on her arms. Dave
ripped the shoulder straps off the bra and tossed it
aside leaving Fran setting with her breasts exposed.

Dave pushed Fran down onto her back and placed his
knee on her chest. Holding her down with his knee Dave
unhooked and unzipped her shorts. Fran began to kick
her legs again trying to knock her brother away. Dave
pulled her shorts half way down her thighs then pushed
his hand between her legs. His sister's inner thighs
were already wet with seeping sex lubricant. When
Dave's hand reached Fran's wet cunt he slipped two
fingers into her with no resistance.

"I knew my slut sister was lying." He said to her as
he forced his fingers further into her hot open cunt.
"You can fight all you want but your pussy is saying
yes." Fran relaxed and opened her legs for her
brother's invading hand. Oh god, she thought, why do
I give into him so easily? As soon as her brother's
thumb began to work circles around her growing
clitoris Fran started to hump her hips against his
hand. Dave pulled his hand away from Fran's wet pussy
and stood up towering over her. As he unbuckled his
belt and unzipped his pants Dave watched his panting
sister's body undulating on the grass below him.

"On your hands and knees slut, I'm going to fuck you
doggy style." Fran whimpered and turned over onto her
hands and knees as Dave let his trousers fall to the
ground revealing his large thick hard cock. Dave
stroked himself then pushed his sister's face and
chest down onto the grass leaving her ass sticking
invitingly in the air. Kneeling behind his sister
Dave grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed his
cockhead up and down Fran's dripping cunt lips.

Fran moaned with pleasure as her brother's thick hard
rod pushed into her. Spreading her hands out on each
side Fran grabbed handfuls of grass as her whole body
began to rock back and forth pushing her cunt onto her
brother's hard cock matching each of his thrusts.
Dave reached down and began to stroke his sister's
giant engorged clitoris causing a wave of trembling to
sweep over her body with each stroke.

"OOH GODDDD." Fran almost yelled lifting her head up
from the grass. Dave, knowing his sister's tendency
to scream during orgasm retrieved his discarded jockey
shorts and stuffed them into her mouth. Then, once
his sister was silenced, Dave pinched her large
clitoris while he slammed his hard cock into her.
Muffled screams could be heard through the jockey
shorts as her body spasmed with orgasmic pleasure.

Dave continued to roughly pinch and stroke her
clitoris while he repeatedly slammed his large cock
into her upturned pussy. Each cunt slamming clitoris-
pinching stroke elicited more muffled screams and body
spasms from his abused sister. Then Dave abandoned
his sister's clitoris and grabbed both her hips.
Holding his cock buried inside his sister Dave's body
jerked as his own orgasm erupted and her filled her
with his cum.

Dave pulled his still dripping cock from Fran's open
wet cunt and pushed the head against her tight
crinkled asshole. With one stroke he pushed his slimy
tool completely into her rear hole. Without loosing
his erection Dave began to slam his cock in and out of
her ass while he again reached for her overly
sensitive clitoris. Fran's entire body jerked and
spasmed like a person having a convulsion as wave
after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her.

Finally Dave ground his body against Fran's as his
cock jerked inside her leaving a smaller load of
incestuous cum in her bowels. When he was done Dave
wiped his cock off with Fran's shorts then laid down
on the grass beside his sister who had turned on her
side and was laying with her knees pulled up to her
chin in the fetal position. Tears were leaking from
her tightly closed eyes. Dave patted his sister on
the hip.

"Is it possible for you to have an orgasm without
crying afterward?" Fran pulled away from her
brother's touch. "Before my friends start showing up
to fuck you I think it's time to go over a few rules."
Dave stood up. "Kneel in front of me." He ordered.
When Fran did not respond he grabbed a handful of her
hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position.

"Whether you like it or not you are now my sex slave."
Fran began to shake her head 'no' and opened her mouth
to speak. Dave slapped her hard knocking her to the
ground and leaving red finger marks on her cheek.
"Don't speak unless you are given permission, or are
asked a question. Now get on your knees in front of
me." Fran pushed herself up from the ground and
rubbed her cheek while she knelt in front of her
brother. Seeing his sister kneeling submissively in
front of him caused a noticeable swelling in Dave's
limp cock. Seeing his cock begin to grow caused Fran
to wonder about her brother's seemingly in exhaustible
sex drive.

"When, where, who and how you fuck is now my
prerogative. I will tell you when to fuck whom to
fuck where to fuck and how to fuck, and you will obey
me without question. From know on you will not wear
panties, shorts or trousers of any kind. You will
only ware skirts and blouses or dresses. Your cunt and
your ass must be available to me and to my friends at
all times. Do you understand?"" Fran slumped as her
brother described what her life would be like from now
on. Dave took hold of his sister's chin and forced
her to look up at him. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." She whispered weakly.

"Whenever you come into my presence you will present
yourself in front of me no matter who else is in the
room. If I choose to I will inspect your genitals
either by sight or by touch to make sure you are
complying with my orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Fran's answer was stronger this time. She
began to wonder about the warm feeling that was
radiating from her wet pussy as her brother continued
issuing orders. She pictured herself standing in
front of Dave having her wet cunt felt to insure she
was not wearing panties while their mother had her
back turned at the kitchen sink. This image caused a
wave of humiliation to wash over her, and caused the
radiating heat from her cunt to grow more intense.
Dave picked up his trousers and pulled a pin from the
pocket. He held it out for Fran to read. The pin had
a bright red background and a large white 'FF' in its
center. Dave looked at the pin with pride.

"I designed this myself. We will tell people that the
'FF' stands for 'Friendly Fellow' but everyone that
owns one knows that it really stands for 'Fran
Fucker'." Fran felt heat on her face as she blushed
with humiliation knowing that soon everyone would know
the real meaning. Soon the entire school would know
who got to fuck her and who didn't.

"You will of course allow anyone wearing one of these
pins to fuck you anytime they wish to." Fran began to
shake her head again.

"No Dave. I can't. No please don't." Dave's cock
was almost completely hard again. I really get off on
this shit, he thought.

"Shut up slut. No one said you could talk." Fran
started to speak again, then thought better of it and
remained silent. Dave pushed his growing cock against
her lips "Suck on this, maybe that will help you
remember to keep quite." Fran opened her mouth and
her brother's cock slipped past her lips and onto her
tongue. It tasted of her brother's cum and her own
secretions. Dave paused in instructing his new slave
to enjoy the feeling of her hot wet mouth on his cock.
He put a hand on each side of her head and pushed his
cock down into her throat. Fran wrapped her arms
around her brother's thighs to hang on while he fucked
her mouth. Having set up a nice relaxed slow rhythm
in and out of her mouth Dave began his instructions
again.

"When you have your period you will use tampons so you
do not have to wear panties, and you will wear a red
scarf around your neck so I and all the 'Fran Fuckers'
will know." Fran moaned with humiliation and felt the
heat of her blush spread down her neck and over the
tops of her breasts. God, she thought, how can he do
this to me? Soon everyone at school would know what
it meant when she wore a red scarf. Everyone knowing
when she was on her period seemed to be even more
humiliating that everyone knowing who was fucking her.
The warmth in her face from embarrassment was matched
by the warmth in her pussy from growing lust.

Dave quit talking and concentrated on thrusting his
hard meat in and out of Fran's mouth. Drool ran from
the corners of her slobbering lips and dripped form
her chin onto her breasts. Dave reached down and
pinched and twisted her nipples while he pushed his
cock further and further into his sister's throat.
Dave shifted his foot so Fran straddled his leg and
she began to rub her wet twat on him like she was a
dog humping his leg.

Dave dropped her hard nipples and, grabbing her head
with both hands pulled her face tight against his
belly as his throbbing cock began to shoot cum down
her throat. Dave felt Fran's orgasmic squeals trying
to escape from around his hard tool as she rubbed her
cunt up and down on his leg and swallowed his cum.
The last spasms of his orgasm were interrupted by the
sound of applause. Dave turned to see several of his
friends looking on with undisguised admiration as he
pulled his cock from his sisters dripping mouth and
allowed her to fall to the ground.

As Fran hid her face in embarrassment she heard a
chorus of 'Way to go Dave' and 'Way to fuck that
bitches mouth' from the gathering crowd. Oh god, she
moaned to herself, they saw me rubbing myself on his
leg. Then she turned away and tried to roll herself
into a tight ball. Dave knelt beside her and applied
some gauze and tape to her eyes as a blindfold. Then
he stood up and pulled her up to a kneeling position
beside him.

"Here she is, boys." Fran could feel her face turning
red again. She could also feel her nipples getting
hard and her cunt beginning to drip lubrication again.
"We will keep her blindfolded today so she wont know
who's fucking her. That way you can do anything you
want to her and she will not know who it was." They
all laughed and Fran could feel the crowd gathering
around her.

Suddenly there were hands touching her all over her
body. She was lifted up to a standing position and
her legs were pulled apart. Hands massaged her
breasts and pulled at her nipples. Hands ran over her
stomach, her back her buttocks her thighs and her
cunt. Fingers sank into her wet opening. Other
fingers followed in her tight rear.

Fran was pushed down to her knees and a cock was
forced between her lips. Fran suddenly felt liberated
by the blindfold, and excited by the continued
touching of every inch and private part of her over
stimulated body. She began to rock he hips forward
and backward impaling her self on first one set of
fingers in her cunt then another in her ass. She
sucked ravenously on the cock thrusting in and out of
her mouth. This cock was not as big as her brother's
and she easily took its entire length into her mouth
and throat. The cock began to jerk and her mouth was
flooded with cum.

The first cock was pulled out and just as another one
was about to be shoved between her waiting lips
fingers discovered her engorged clitoris and began to
yank and pull on it.

"My god, look at the size of her clit." Fran was
lifted up into the air and turned almost upside down.
As blood rushed to her head her legs were pulled apart
and her one-quarter inch penis shaped clitoris was
exposed for all to see. The sight was met with a
chorus of 'Look at that monster' 'Is that a clit or a
dick' 'Let me feel that thing' and her over sensitive
clitoris was pulled, pinched, stroked, poked and
generally abused by every male in the crowd.

At the first touch of her clitoris Fran's entire body
began to shake and tremble uncontrollably. She was
only vaguely aware of being turned back right side up
and another cock pushing into her mouth. Fran lost
all since of time, she didn't even try to keep track
of how many cocks spewed their cum into her sucking
mouth. Every time a cock would flood her mouth with
fresh sperm it would be replaced with another one.
Her arms were pulled up and she found her hands
wrapped around hard cocks.

Hands grabbed her thighs and picked her up off the
ground then lowered her cunt down onto a waiting cock.
All without disturbing the one thrusting in and out of
her throat. Fran was now living in a land of dicks.
Every hole in her body got attention from this legion
of hard intruders. After the first blow job Fran
could not recall a time all afternoon when at least
two of her holes were not filled with hard cock, and
most of the time it seemed like all three holes and
both hands were being serviced at the same time.

Fran began to orgasm when the fingers first touched
her clitoris and did not stop until some hours later
when she realized that she was laying naked under the
oak tree and that no one was fucking her. She slowly
pushed her self up into a setting position and looked
around. Everyone was gone, the chain was no longer
around her ankle. The only indication of what had
happened to her was the over powering smell of cum
that seemed to permeate every pore of her body. She
reached up to touch her hair and found it caked with
dried cum. Then she reached down between her legs and
felt cum oozing from her pussy and from her ass. She
ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and
tasted cum. She looked down and saw splotches of cum
still drying on her breasts and stomach. Her pubic
hair was matted with it.

Fran slowly got to her feet and stood uncertainly on
her wobbly legs as she stared blankly around the back
yard then, still naked, began to walk towards the back
door to the house. She gingerly stepped up into the
kitchen and went to the sink for a glass of water.
She chugged her first glass, and was working on her
second when she realized that there were voices coming
from the front room. Still in a daze she sat the
glass down and wondered towards the noise.

The living room was full of boys watching a video. On
the screen Fran saw herself being fucked by three of
the boys now watching the action on TV. Dave turned
and signaled his sister to come over and sit between
him and the other boys on the couch. As she worked
her way through the crowded room hands reached out and
touched her naked body. Every one was wearing clothes
except for Fran making her nakedness more humiliating.

Fran sat where her brother indicated and watched her
self getting fucked on the TV while Dave and the boy
on the other side of her pulled her legs open and
began to finger her cunt and her nipples. On the TV
screen the boy fucking her mouth pulled his hard cock
from her slack lips and shot cum into her hair and
over her face. As soon as the cock stopped shooting
cum he was pushed aside and another boy pushed his
hard cock into her mouth. Dave picked up the remote
control and stopped the video then he pulled his
fingers out of his sister's cunt and stood up.

"Hay guys how about a little live action sex show
instead of this recorded stuff?" The question was met
with general approval as Fran tried to hunker down on
the couch and started to shake her head 'no'. Dave
pulled the coffee table around so that it was more in
the center of the room. He took Fran by the hand and
pulling her up from the couch led her over to the
table.

"Lay down on the table and put on a little sex show
for us." He instructed her while pushing her
compliant body onto the table. Even while she
continued to shake her head 'no' Fran laid down on the
table and pulled her knees up and apart opening her
cunt for everyone to see. Her crotch seemed to burn
from the stares of all the boys in the room. The heat
from her pussy seemed to mix with the humiliation that
colored her face and chest and erupted through her
vagina as a gush of lubrication that could be seen
streaming from the bottom of her cunt even before she
touched herself.

Closing her eyes and pretending that she was alone in
her bed Fran reached down and gently dipped the tip of
her finger into her own cunt juice and rubbed it in
small circles around her enlarged overly sensitive
clitoris. Fran repeated this process until the
engorged nub glistened with lubricant, then she began
to slowly stroke her clitoris with two fingers like it
was a miniature penis while she pushed two fingers
from her other hand deep into her over flowing pussy.

Fran's legs began to pump up and down in time with her
clitoris stroking and her cunt fingering. The crowd
of boys looked on in awe as she began to almost scream
a chant of 'Oh my god fuck me...Oh my god fuck me..."
and rhythmically bang the back of her head on the
table as her whole body began to twitch. One of the
boys slipped a pillow from the couch under her head
then joined the rest of them as they all stroked their
hardening cocks through their pants and watched Fran's
orgasmic gyrations.

Without a word being spoken the boys all unzipped
their pants and pulled their hard cocks into view.
They stroked themselves a few more times then began to
spew their final cums onto Fran's spasming body. Gobs
of cum hit Fran everywhere on her tits, on her
stomach, in her face and hair, on her thighs and
especially on her cunt where it added to her own
glistening lubrication. The boys, their lust spent,
put their cocks back into their pants and watched as
every muscle in Fran's body knotted pulling her into a
sitting position with her fingers still buried in her
cunt. She opened her mouth in what appeared to be a
silent scream then after two or three violent jerks
fell back onto the table seemingly unconscious.

The boys stood around with dazed looks of their faces
as they watched Fran slowly begin to sit up on the
table. Dave walked over to his sister and helped her
stand up.

"Moms going to be home soon why don't you say goodbye
to your friends know?" He guided her naked cum soaked
body to the front door. Fran could feel her skin
tightening as the breeze coming in the open door dried
the sheets of cum glistening on her body. As each of
the boys filed past her and out the door they jiggled
her tits, or pinched her nipples or fingered her cunt
while assuring her that she was the best fuck they had
ever had and they hoped she would invite them back
soon.

As Fran stood there saying goodbye to the boys who
were getting one last feel of her naked sperm covered
body on their way out the door she desperately tried
to find some remnant of her former self. That last
orgasm in front of all these boys piled on top of the
hours of fucking that went before seemed to have
permanently warped her mind to the point that it
seemed perfectly normal to allow these boys to feel
her naked body as they left.

The last boy got his last feel of Fran's naked body
and left then Dave closed the door. He looked at his
sister leaning up against the wall beside the front
door, fresh cum still making her skin shine. He
suppressed his desire to fuck her. For him nothing
looked sexier than a girl who had just been gang
fucked, but mom was coming home soon and he had to
finish getting things cleaned up.

"You're a mess, why don't you go clean yourself up."
He said curtly as he turned his back on Fran and
walked across the room to retrieve the tape from the
VCR. Fran stared at him blankly for a moment.

"I may be your sex slave but that's no reason to speak
to me like that. Whatever I am becoming you are
making. So it must be what you want." With that she
turned and, mustering as much dignity as she could
without clothes on, stomped out of the room. Dave
smiled and turned to watch his sister's shapely ass
moving across the room and up the stairs.

A few minutes later when Dave walked past the bathroom
on the way to his bedroom he heard water running in
the tub. He continued on to his room where he
retrieved a box from his closet shelf. On the top of
the box had been written 'Fran Archives'. Dave opened
the box and added the videotape he had retrieved from
the VCR to the ones already stored there.

Fran laid back in the tub full of hot water and let
her mind wander back over the last two days. She
marveled at how easily she had been transformed from a
fourteen-year-old virgin to a lust crazed incestuous
sex slave. The door opened and Dave walked in and sat
on the edge of the tub. Fran no longer locked doors
since locks never seemed to even slow her brother
down.

Dave picked up a washcloth and after rubbing soap on
it began to wash her body for her. He tenderly washed
every inch of her abused body including her hair. He
was very kind to her and only gave her tits and pussy
a couple of extra feels as he helped her out of the
hot water and dried her with a large towel. Dave
helped his sister into her room put her to bed.

"I'll tell mom that you weren't feeling well so you
went to bed early." Dave started to leave his sister's
room then just before closing the door he turned back
to her. "I'll be back later on for a fuck or two." He
gave her a smile then shut the door behind him.

"You better." Fran said as she drifted off to sleep
with a smile playing across her lips.

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part three
"Fran Goes to Church"
By
Norm DePloom

Fran laid in bed thinking. Her brother had, after his
now traditional good morning fuck, just left the room
heading back to his own bed before their mother woke
up. How, she wondered, after the events of the last
two days could she possibly go to church this morning
and act like every thing was normal? How could she
help teach those innocent second graders in Sunday
school after all of the perverted and depraved things
she had been forced to do? It all started Thursday
night when her brother sneaked into her room and raped
her while their mother slept next door.

It got worse on Friday when Dave kept her out of
school and spent the day fucking her. Including twice
up the ass. Then there was yesterday, tied naked to a
stake in the back yard while his friends fucked her
like a bitch in heat and he video taped the whole
thing. It wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that
she came so often and so hard that she had been
practically delirious by the time her brother's little
party was over.

Maybe church is just what I need, she decided and got
out of bed. Church will give me a place and some time
where I can think without Dave stuffing his cock into
me every time I turn around, she said to herself. She
put on a dress with a skirt that came to just above
her knees and, despite her brother's orders, she put
on a pair of panties. She did her make up and was
turning to leave the room when she jumped almost 'out
of her skin'. Dave was standing almost behind her.
She had not heard her brother enter her room.

"Stand up." He ordered her. He lifted her skirt.
"You will be punished for this before the day is over.
Now take them off." Fran hooked her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties, pulled them down her legs
then stepped out of them and kicked them onto her bed.
Dave got down on one knee and, lifting her skirt began
to massage her clitoris causing it to swell. Fran
moaned softly as her overly sensitive organ lengthened
to its full one-quarter inch size. She watched as her
brother, satisfied with its size, slipped a small
elastic band over her clitoris. A length of fishing
line was tied to the elastic band and a small round
fishing weight was tied to the other end. Dave let
her skirt fall back into place. The fishing line was
just long enough to suspend the weight an inch above
the bottom of her dress.

The weight tugging on her clitoris excited her, but
she was coming to realize that everything excited her.
She gasped when she took the first step. Each
additional step drove her towards an orgasm. The
weight bounced back and forth between her thighs when
she walked. With each bounce it tugged gently on her
clitoris. Fran could already feel her free flowing
fuck juice beginning to run down her inner thighs.

"Don't take it off until I tell you two." Dave
ordered then turned and preceded her out of the room.
When Fran reached the bottom of the stairs she had to
stop and lean against the banister for a moment to let
a wave of orgasmic pleasure subside. No matter how
carefully she walked each step caused the weight to
bounce and tug on her engorged clitoris. On her way
through the kitchen she grabbed a handful of paper
towels. She carefully climbed into the back seat
behind her mother and slipped paper towels between her
free flowing pussy and the back of her skirt. She did
not want to go to church with a wet spot on the back
of her dress.

Their mother drove the car, Dave sat on the passenger
side of the front seat, and Fran sat directly behind
her mother. Dave turned in the seat so his back was
to the door and could see his mother and Fran at the
same time. Whenever their mother was adequately
distracted by traffic Dave would mouth orders to his
sister. First she had to pull the front of her dress
up until she was exposed up to the waist. Then she
had to spread her legs and lift her right knee up onto
the car seat so Dave could have an unrestricted view
of her open wet pussy.

Just before they arrived at the church Dave indicated
that she was to slip two fingers into herself. Fran
obeyed biting her lower lip to keep from moaning with
pleasure as her fingers slipped effortlessly into the
wet fleshy folds of her hot cunt. Dave did not allow
her to pull her fingers out of herself and put her
dress back down until they actually pulled into the
parking lot of the St Andrew Episcopal Church.

Fran opened the car door and eased carefully out. She
was on the verge of another orgasm. She was used to
thrashing around a bit and squealing into her pillow
when she came. During the outdoor fucks over the last
two days she had been gagged. The gag was not to keep
her from calling for help but to keep her orgasmic
screams from attracting the neighbors. Now she was
going to have to walk across the parking lot and into
the church without letting anyone know she was cuming
with every step.

As soon as she got into the church she went into the
ladies room and locked herself into one of the stalls.
She got handfuls of toilet paper and gently wiped the
excess fluids from her thighs and crotch. She came
again when she gently patted her swollen clitoris with
tissue. If men are attracted to the smell of sex, she
thought, they are going to be swarming around me
today.

Fran considered taking the weight off, but did not
want to risk what Dave might do to her if he found
out. Fran stood in front of the sink. She washed her
face with a paper towel then looked at her self.
Without thinking about it she reached up and began to
stroke her nipples through her cloths, and wondered
why her brother had not put nipple clamps on her. She
heard the door open behind her and jerked her hands
away from her breasts. God, she thought, I'm getting
as perverted as my brother. She turned as saw her
mother coming into the restroom.

"Are you OK?" her mother asked her as she felt Fran's
forehead, "you feel a little warm."

"I'm fine mom, really."

"You were awfully quite on the ride over here, and you
do feel a bit warm, are you sure your OK?" What was
she supposed to do? Say 'No mom, I'm in the middle of
a constant orgasm because my brother tied a fishing
weight to my clit.'?

"Everything's fine mom, honest. I've got to get to
the Sunday school class." She pushed past her mother
and walked out of the restroom. Dave was waiting for
her in the hallway. He walked with her towards the
second grade classroom. When they reached a small
side alcove Dave took Fran's arm and pulled her out of
the hallway. Standing facing each other Dave reached
under her skirt to insure that the weight was still
attached to her.

He took hold of the line and slid his fingers upwards
until they touched her warm sticky flesh. The touch
caused her body to jerk and a low moan to escape her
throat. She bent her knees to give him better access
and leaned against him as his fingers played over her
sensitive vaginal tissues. Her whole body began to
tremble, she laid her head on his shoulder, Dave could
hear Fran's ragged breathing in his ear. Then when
she was just on the edge of total release Dave pulled
his hand away.

"Don't you think you better get to the class." He said
with mock severity.

"You bastard." She turned and stomped angrily away.
She got about five steps before she paused and Dave
could see the orgasmic waves pulsing through her
muscles. Fran stood still for several moments then
collected her thoughts and walked more carefully into
the class.

About half way through the class time Fran told the
main teacher that she was not feeling well and left
the room. She went back to the ladies rest room and
into the stall once again. Her intent was to sit down
with the weight held up so her over stimulated
clitoris could get a rest. Fran had been sitting for
about five minutes when she heard the door open. She
sat still hoping whoever it was would take care of
their own business and leave without trying to engage
her in conversation. The person went into the stall
next to hers. Then suddenly she heard a voice from
above.

"That's cheating." Fran looked up and saw Dave
looking down at her from the top of the partition.
Her brother leaned way over and unlatched her door
then his head disappeared. It reappeared as he
slipped into the stall with her. Dave pulled her up
off the toilet then threw his leg over so he was
straddling it. He pushed Fran forward from the waist
until her head was resting against the inside of the
stall door. She heard his zipper then felt the cool
breeze as he flipped her skirt up over her back and
slipped his large hard cock into her open wet cunt
with one motion. Dave sighed deeply and began to fuck
in and out of his sister.

Fran put both of her own hands over her mouth to keep
herself from screaming as the biggest orgasm of her
life coursed through her body. Fran was rapidly
becoming the perfect sex slave, even willing to gag
herself when necessary. The position he had put her
in left the weight to swing free and bounce around
with each thrust of his massive hard cock.

Dave fucked his sister with quick hard thrusts until
his own orgasm arrived and he buried his hard cock
into her while his body spasmed and he filled her with
more of his incestuous cum. When he was done fucking
his sister Dave slipped past her and out of the stall
with amazing speed leaving Fran sitting on the toilet
slumped over in total exhaustion. She leaned against
stall partition and pondered her brother's talents.
He seemed to be able to slip in and out of locked
doors, enter and leave rooms without being seen, and
always seemed to know where she was and what she was
doing.

Fran heard people talking out in the hallway and new
it was time to clean her self up and go into the
sanctuary for the worship service. She took more
toilet paper and carefully wiped away the remains of
their recent animalistic fuck. She straightened her
cloths and left the restroom. As she expected her
brother was waiting for her in the hallway with a
satisfied grin on his face. She stepped up to him and
spoke softly into his ear.

"Have you made a pact with the devil? Is that why you
can do all these things?"

"No," he replied moving his leg so it bumped the
weight hanging under her dress, "I'm just good." He
took her arm and moved her toward the door to the
sanctuary. "You're lucky. You get to rest during the
service. There's not much I can do with mother
sitting right beside us." Fran was both relieved and
disappointed.

During the service Fran did get a rest from the
bouncing of the weight, but the elastic around her
clitoris kept her ever mindful of her sex organs and
her recent fucking in the bathroom. Also there was
the standing, sitting, kneeling to keep at least some
stimulation going. Then came the time for the
Eucharist and Fran had to walk up to the altar railing
to take communion. The slow walk forward and the
kneeling put her just on the verge of another large
orgasm. Dave, in the process of kneeling beside her,
managed to bump her just right to set her off just as
the priest put the wafer in her mouth. When they got
back to their seats he leaned over and whispered.

"Did you have a deeply religious experience?"

The worship service ended. Fran experienced some
minor orgasms getting out to the car. As they were
leaving the priest commented on how 'radiant' she
looked this morning. She once again had to display
herself in the back seat and finger herself while her
brother watched. When they got home Fran went
immediately to her room. She took off her dress and
looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The
weight was still hanging from her red swollen
clitoris. Fran's clitoris had become so sensitive
that even the breeze from the open window threatened
to set off another orgasm. Her bedroom door opened
and her brother slipped into the room.

"No." she said immediately "Not in the middle of the
day with mother next door. What if she comes in here?
What if she wants help with lunch?" She watched as
Dave walked over to her.

"Haven't you learned yet that you have no say over
when, where, how or who fucks you?" Dave grabbed the
weight hanging between her legs and with one snap of
his arm yanked it off her swollen clitoris. Fran put
one hand over her mouth to stifle a scream while she
cupped her cunt with the other and bent over in
agonizing pain. "I told you this morning that you
were going to be punished for trying to wear panties."

Dave pulled her over to her bed by a handful of hair
and pushed her over so her face has against the
mattress. Unzipping his pants he pulled his huge hard
cock out and rubbed it back and forth over her cunt
lips to pick up lubrication then forced it into her
upturned asshole. Fran buried her face in the
bedspread and bit down on a mouth full to help keep
from screaming and drawing attention.

Dave fucked his entire cock in and out of his sister's
ass. Fran grabbed handfuls of bed sheets as she
rocked her body back and forth pushing her ass further
onto her brother's huge hard cock. They both froze
when there was a knock on the door.

"Fran come down stairs and help me with lunch." Their
mother's voice was muffled by the closed door. Fran
lifted her head and swallowed twice before answering.
Just as she started to speak her brother restarted his
long fucking strokes in and out of her ass.

"O....OH...OH KAY, mo..mom I...I'll be down in a
minute." Something about talking to her mother just
on the other side of the door while her brother fucked
in and out of her ass sent Fran over the edge and she
buried her face in the sheets to smother another
orgasmic scream. Just as she started to cum Dave
plunged his cock into her and held it there while he
reached around and stroked her abused clitoris.
Fran's whole body began to twitch like she was having
a seizure.

It seemed to Fran that every time her brother fucked
her she had a better orgasm than the last time, and
the more he abused and humiliated her between times
the harder she came. Dave loved to hold his hard cock
buried inside his sister while she came. Whether in
her ass or her cunt her muscles massaged his hard cock
while she orgasmed. It almost always made him cum
right after her. This time was no different. When
Fran started cumming Dave held his cock inside her hot
hole and held on for the ride of his life. Just as her
orgasm died away Fran felt her brothers massive hard
cock jerk and twitch inside her like it was doing a
dance, and she knew that he had deposited another load
deep in her body.

Dave pulled his softening cock out of his sisters
abused asshole and picked up her dress to clean
himself. After he wiped his cock clean on her good
dress Dave pushed his organ back into his pants and
zipped up. Then he turned and without saying a word
left the room. Fran got some tissue and began to
clean herself before putting on her shorts and blouse.
As she gently wiped and patted herself dry she thought
back trying to remember how many times she had been
fucked in the last fifty-nine hours.

She just sat and tried to count up how many times her
brother had fucked her, never mind about all his
friends yesterday. It was hard for Fran to remember
that just fifty-nine hours ago she had been a virgin,
and that nothing bigger than her own finger had been
inside her pussy. She counted them up, counting pussy
fucks, ass fucks, finger fucks, blowjobs and cunt-
lickings she had sex with her brother twenty times in
less than three days, and today wasn't over yet.

She stood up and absent-mindedly put on a T-shirt and
a pair of shorts. She could not even begin to guess
how many different boys had fucked her, or how many
times yesterday when she was staked out in the back
yard. Fran was walking into the kitchen where Dave
and their mother were working on lunch when she
realized her mistake. She had broken one of Dave's
main rules. He looked over at her and Fran saw the
anger building in his face.

"I'm sorry. I forgot." She said in a low voice.

"What are you sorry about dear?" her mother asked
cheerfully. Before Fran could answer Dave spoke up.

"Oh, I've been helping Fran with a little project she
has. She's decided that she wants to start acting
more feminine and lady like, so as a first step she
agreed to stop wearing shorts and slacks and only wear
dresses and skirts from know on." Dave looked over at
his sister. "I'll finish helping mom, you go upstairs
and dress properly." As Fran turned and walked back
up the stairs she heard her mother.

"Why Dave, it's so nice of you to help your little
sister like that. I'm so glad you two get along so
well."

Fran could just hear the smile in her mother's voice.
Was her mother stupid? Couldn't she see what was
going on? Fran worried about something she had
overheard her brother say to one of his friends during
yesterday's 'first weekly Fran fuck' as her brother
insisted on calling it. Her brother, while video
taping three guys fucking her at the same time,
casually mentioned that soon he would have their
mother staked out for a fuck party.

Fran went back into her room and while she pulled off
her shorts and looked in her closet for a skirt to
wear tried to decide what she might do to save her
mother. The thought that her mother might not want to
be saved never crossed her mind. Deep in thought she
was startled when her brother appeared, almost
miraculously, beside her. She turned to face him.

"You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm not going
to let your treat our mother like this." Dave slipped
his hands up inside her T-shirt and began to pinch and
twist her nipples, which immediately began to harden.
Fran could feel lust signals already streaking from
her breasts to her cunt.

"Not only will I fuck mom, but you will help hold her
down the first time, and you will lick her pussy clean
when I'm done." Dave gave her nipples an extra hard
pinch then released them.

"No, I will never help you. I will do everything I
can to stop you." She was almost in tears.

"Don't worry about it know, when the time comes you
will do it willingly. Now come down for lunch. While
we eat I have to decide how I'm going to punish you
for being a bad girl." Dave turned and walked out of
the room. Fran followed behind him chewing her lip
pensively.

Lunch seemed almost anti-climactic in its normalcy.
Their mother talked about her work. Dave talked about
classes at school. Fran even managed to relax and
participate in the family discussion acting as if her
brother's cock had not been inside her twice since she
got out of bed that morning.

After lunch their mother went to her room for a nap.
This was a family custom that had been in place for as
long as Dave or Fran could remember. As soon as their
mother was out of the room Dave mad Fran tuck the back
of her skirt up into the waist band so he could watch
her tight little butt while she did the dishes. Fran
blushed whenever she caught sight of her brother
watching her move around the kitchen with her ass
exposed. Every time she came near the table he would
reach out and pat her behind.

When the table was cleared off Fran ran water in the
sink and began to wash the dishes. Dave came up
behind Fran and put his hands on the edge of the
counter on each side of her. Fran could feel his hard
cock through the fabric of his trousers. He wiggled
his hips back and forth working the bulge into her ass
crack.

"You ready to fuck again?" he asked, whispering in her
ear. Her cunt was beginning to ooze lubrication. She
pushed back against her brother's hard cock.

"Don't you ever get tired?" she asked.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of your hot cunt,
or your tight ass, or your wet mouth." Dave slipped
his hands inside her arms and under her T-shirt. He
cupped her breasts like a living bra then began to
pinch and twist her nipples while she washed the
dishes. Fran leaned back against him and could feel
his hard hot cock twitching against her. While Fran
continued to wash dishes while Dave moved his hands
down across her stomach and, lifting the front of her
skirt began to run his finger tips through her
abundant pubic hair.

Dave slipped his fingers around her clitoris and pussy
lips leaving them untouched as he gently caressed her
inner thighs. Fran's cunt was leaking so much
lubrication that her skin seemed to be covered with
baby oil. The smell of her sex permeated the room. A
deep throaty groan escaped from Fran, as she began to
rock her ass up and down on her brother's bulging
crotch.

Dave pulled Fran back from the sink so she would have
to lean over to get at the dishes. Fran heard her
brother's zipper, then felt his cock, unencumbered by
his trousers, resting against her ass. He ran his
fingers over the slick skin of her inner thighs then
grabbed each of her cunt lips with the thumb and
forefinger of each hand. He pulled her cunt open then
gently pushed the head of his large hard cock into
her.

Fran pulled the last dish from the rinse water and set
it in the dish rack then she held onto the edge of the
sink and leaned over making her hot wet pussy
available to her brother/lover/master. Dave released
her cunt lips and allowed them to engulf his cockhead.
He grabbed Fran's hips and slowly pushed his cock
deeper into her. As Dave large hard cock slowly sank
into Fran's hot wet flesh she leaned further over and
rested her head against the counter.

"Oh God fuck me brother." She said and reached back
with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart. When
Dave reached maximum penetration into his sisters
snatch Fran reached back between her legs and began to
message his balls with both hands. "I've wanted you
to fuck me ever since I found out what fucking was."
She finally admitted.

Dave bent over Fran's body and while she massaged his
balls Dave began to squeeze and massage her breasts
and nipples. Then Dave wrapped his arms around her
waist and pulled her back with him until he landed in
one of the kitchen chairs with Fran still impaled on
his long hard cock.

"Don't move." He ordered. "Just sit on my rod and
concentrate on what it feels like to have your cunt
filled with your brothers cock."

Dave's hands roamed over Fran's body igniting trails
of fiery passion everywhere he touched. Every time
her lust overcame her and she would start to move up
and down on his cock Dave would grab her hips and
order to sit still. Sitting on her brother's lap with
his hard cock inside her became an exquisite
pain/pleasure for Fran. Not allowed to move her
brother's cock seemed to grow inside her until it
filled every fiber of her being. Fran's whole body
began to tremble. She brought her hand up to her
mouth and bit on her knuckle trying to keep from
screaming out her pleasure.

Fran's cunt muscles began to spasm and tremble,
clasping at Dave's invading cock like a hot wet hand.
Despite Dave's commands to sit still Fran began to
rock back and forth biting her knuckle harder and
harder and emitting deep guttural growling sounds with
each rock.

Fran's universe shrunk until nothing existed except
her trembling cunt wrapped around what was now feeling
like a monstrously large cock. She wanted to scream
at the tops of her lungs. She wanted to yell "FUCK ME
GOD DAMN IT FUCK ME." But he didn't start fucking,
instead he stopped her rocking, and once again made
her sit still on his rock hard organ.

"Concentrate on the cock. Don't think about anything
but what it feels like inside you." Dave whispered in
her ear as his hands continued to leave trails of fire
over her lust-crazed body. "Concentrate on what the
cock feels like inside your cunt. Concentrate on what
your cunt feels like stretched over my cock." Dave
continued to whisper in her ear as the trembling of
her body turned in to spasms.

Dave wrapped one arm around Fran's waist, he picked up
and cloth napkin from the table and stuffed it into
her mouth then placed his hand over her napkin filled
mouth to muffle the screams that accompanied the
racking spasms jerking her body forward and backward
and side to side. Copious amounts of lubricating
fluid ran from Fran's spasming cunt. It flowed over
Dave's balls and onto the chair, puddling under his
butt.

Fran lost contact with the world around her. Her
universe consisted of Dave's giant cock deep inside
her grasping cunt. Dave held her as the muscle spasms
died away and her body went limp in his lap. He
pulled the napkin out of her mouth and Fran gulped
great lung fulls of air, then laid with her head on
her brother's shoulder while she slowly worked her way
back to full consciousness.

Fran realized that her brother's cock was still hard,
and still buried completely in her wet pussy. She
started to move her hips wanting to repay Dave for the
mind-blowing orgasm he had just given her. Dave
grabbed her hips and stopped her.

"No. Just sit. There are times when having a hard
cock buried in a hot wet cunt is even better that
coming. I want to keep my cock inside you until we
have to stop. Mother will be in her bedroom for at
least another hour, and I intend to keep my hard cock
inside your wonderful pussy for fifty-nine of those
sixty minutes." Dave began to run his hands over her
body again. "I want to see how many of those earth
shaking orgasms you can have during the next hour."

"Oh God you're a monster." Fran moaned as she kissed
her brother's neck and began to concentrate on the
feel of his massive hard cock stretching her hot wet
cunt.

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister part four
"Back to School"
by
Norm DePloom

Fran was awakened by a soft buzzing under her pillow.
Following her brother's instructions she got up and
removed her night cloths then walked naked past her
mother's bedroom to her brother's room where Dave
would be waiting to have his sexual desires serviced.
As Fran walked across the room Dave laid on his side
against the wall making room for his nude fourteen-
year-old sister to lay down on his bed beside him.
Fran climbed into her brother's bed then laid on her
back and spread her legs welcoming his hard cock into
her eager cunt. As Dave rolled on top of her Fran
parted her lips and welcomed his thrusting tongue into
her mouth just as his thrusting cock had been welcomed
into her wet pussy.

The only differences in this morning's fuck from the
last three mornings were that Fran had been summed to
Dave's room instead of his appearing in her room and,
Fran being well along the path transforming her from a
fourteen-year-old virgin to an experienced sex slave,
there was less rape involved in the sex. It's more
appropriate, he had told her when he installed the
buzzer, for the slave to come to the master instead of
the master coming to the slave.

Fran wrapped her legs around her brother's hips and
her arms around his neck and humped her hips against
his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her large
sensitive clitoris was being rubbed by the thrusting
cock and brought her to the brink of orgasm almost
immediately. Dave broke off the kiss and stuffed the
jockey shorts he had worn the previous day into her
mouth to muffle the orgasmic screams he knew would be
coming.

After fucking his sister through two orgasms and
giving her some last minute directions for her first
day back at school as a sex slave, Dave allowed her to
return to her room. Fran entered her bedroom just as
her alarm was going off. She sat on the edge of her
bed for a few minutes then began to dress in the
cloths set out for her by her brother. Fran put on
the short plaid skirt and the tight sweater without
panties or a bra. She was by her brother's orders no
longer allowed to ware panties.

Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and
wash her thighs and pussy where the remnants of their
recent fuck were drying. She didn't dare, Dave had
issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean
herself up after sex unless given permission to by
him. She looked at herself in her full-length mirror
as she combed her hair. The skirt was just barely
long enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from
sending her home to change. The white sweater was one
she had not worn for almost a year. It was too small
and just barely reached the top of her skirt. The
fabric stretched so tight over her breasts that every
curve was magnified. Fran could see her nipples
growing hard under the thin material as she brushed
her hair.

The thought of every boy in school seeing the outline
of her nipples made Fran blush with anticipatory
humiliation. It also caused more lubricant to leak
from her freshly fucked cunt onto her already soaked
thighs. Fran pulled the back of her skirt up when she
sat at her make up table and allowed her wet cunt to
rest directly on the cold wood chair. The coolness
felt good on her warm pussy. After finishing her make
up Fran waited impatiently for her brother. She had
been instructed not to leave her room until he came to
inspect her.

Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge
of her bed. The same bed in which he had raped her
three days before, starting her journey into sexual
slavery. Fran submissively walked over to her brother
and stood in front of him with her legs spread. Dave
lifted the front of her skirt and examined her to
insure himself that she was following his
instructions. Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris
until it attained it's fully engorged one half inch
size then he slipped a small elastic band over it.

"I won't make you wear the weight today." He informed
her as he let her skirt drop down. "But the elastic
band will keep you aware of your sex organs." Dave
then pushed her tight sweater up exposing her hard
nippled breasts. After taking a few moments to pinch
and pull on her nipples, making them even harder, he
slipped elastic bands around each of them, then pulled
her sweater back down.

Dave turned Fran around so she could see herself in
the mirror again. Her nipples stood out obscenely
under the stretched thin sweater fabric. Dave stood
up and without a word Fran followed him from her room
and down the stairs to the kitchen. Each step caused
her breasts to move inside her sweater, and each
movement of her breasts caused her hard, bound nipples
to rub on the cloth stretched over them. The movement
of her thighs as she walked caused her elastic bound
clitoris to throb.

Dave sat at the kitchen table and, after serving him
his food, Fran stood beside him with her legs spread
and her hands held behind her back. Available for
whatever 'play' he might like to indulge in while he
ate. Knowing that his mother would sleep late since
she was changing to the swing shift for the next week,
Dave freely fingered his sister while he ate his corn
flakes.

Fran's entire body was trembling on the verge of
orgasm when Dave removed his fingers from her dripping
pussy and, after depositing his bowl in the sink,
preceded his sister out the back door and to his car.
Without being told to Fran scooted across the car seat
and sat next to her brother with her legs spread and
her skirt lifted. Fran new this was expected of her
and she was also hopping that Dave would continue to
finger her on the way to school and not leave her so
close to an unfulfilled orgasm.

Fran's wish only partially came true. Dave did finger
her on the way to school, but he was careful not to
let her have an orgasm. Fran arrived at school filled
with dread and anticipation. She expected to see
every boy at school wearing the red badges sporting
the large white 'FF' that gave them permission to fuck
her whenever they wanted to. She was not sure if she
was relieved or disappointed when she did not see a
single boy wearing one. Her fantasy/nightmare about
this day was that she would be forced into closets and
fucked between every class by hordes of horny males
wearing "Fran Fucker" badges.

Fran ran into Vickie, her best friend, outside their
first period Algebra class. Vickie stared open
mouthed as Fran walked down the hallway towards her.
She could not believe that her virginal best friend
was wearing a skirt that short, or a sweater that
tight.

"God damn, girl," she said as Fran stepped up next to
her, "you look really hot this morning. You trying to
give every boy in school a hard on?" Fran blushed
with embarrassment and humiliation.

"I didn't have anything else to wear." Fran answered
weakly "What did I miss on Friday?" she asked trying
to change the subject. Vickie gave her friend another
look up and down.

"Turn to chapter eight." Fran pulled out her Algebra
book. The book fell open to reveal a Polaroid picture
of herself on her knees in the shower with her mouth
stretched over a large cock. "Oh my God.." she
whispered and tried to slam the book shut before
Vickie could see the picture. Vickie managed to get
her hand into the book and snagged the picture just as
the book closed with a loud bang. Everyone around
them looked over at the noise. Luckily they were in a
corner far enough away from the others that the
picture could not be seen.

"Oh my God.." Vickie said as she turned into the
corner to avoid Fran's hands trying to grab it back.
"And I thought I was the slutty one." The bell rung
just then and Vickie dropped the picture into her own
Algebra book and went into the classroom without
waiting for Fran.

All during the class time Fran noticed Vickie opening
her book and staring intently at the picture then
looking over at her. Fran groaned inwardly it was
hard to keep her mind on anything except the tight
bands around her nipples and her clitoris. She
imagined that everyone was staring at her. She
imagined that everyone could smell her wet pussy. She
recognized one of the boys in her class as being one
of Dave's guests at Saturday's "First Weekly Fran
Fuck" and wondered why he wasn't wearing a 'Fran
Fucker' badge. He looked at her and smiled then stuck
the tip of his tongue out between his lips and wiggled
it up and down.

Fran blushed with humiliation `this obscene boy had
fucked me', she thought, `I've sucked his cock, he has
watched me finger fuck myself'. Fran looked down at
her Algebra book and refused to look back over at him.
In her humiliation she imagined that everyone in the
class knew what had happened and were staring at her
in disgust. Despite Fran's imagination most of the
people in the class that noticed anything about her
were wondering why a girl almost famous for hiding her
body under baggy clothes would suddenly come to school
dressed like...well, dressed like her friend Vickie.

As soon as the bell rang Vickie jumped up and almost
ran out of the class. Fran tried to run after her but
the boy she recognized and another one blocked her
way. Fran stopped but since they were not wearing
badges she pushed past them and, ignoring their hands
on her breasts and ass, tried to catch up with her
friend.

Fran and Vickie had separate classes for the next two
periods. Fran was deeply troubled. What she imagined
Vickie was thinking about her caused more profound
humiliation than her conviction that everybody was
staring at her hard nipples silhouetted by her tight
sweater. Fran spent an agonizing two hours constantly
aware of her nipples rubbing on the inside of her
sweater and her clitoris bound by the elastic band
placed their by her brother. Her humiliation and
dread were heightened by occasionally seeing one or
another of the participants in Saturday's fuck party.

Finally it was time for gym class and Fran would get
to see Vickie and try to explain what was going on.
Fran and Vickie each managed to convince the gym
teacher that they needed to set out the activities
that day. While the rest of the girls began playing
volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of the
bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach.
Fran was a little put off by the way Vickie watched
her, it reminder her of the way the boys who attended
Saturday's party looked at her.

"OK Fran out with it girl." Vickie said even before
Fran got seated beside her. Fran hesitated for only a
minute, then it seemed that she lost control of her
mouth. She told Vickie everything, starting with
early Friday morning when her brother came into her
room and raped her and ending with her going to Dave's
room this morning to fuck her brother before school.

After an unbearably long silence Fran looked over at
Vickie. Vickie was setting with her fist pushed down
between her legs rocking gently back and forth with a
dazed expression on her face. Suddenly she realized
that the story was over and looked at Fran.

"God your lucky." She said earnestly, "Do you know
what I would give to have your brother fuck me
everyday?" It was not what Fran expected to hear. She
knew that Vickie was wild and, yes, a bit on the
'slutty' side, but Fran expected at least some outrage
from her. "Do you think Dave would let me be his
slave too?" Fran felt a wave of unexpected jealousy
surge over her. She almost said 'Why would my brother
want a whorey little slut like you for a slave.' But
she bit her lip at the last second.

"I don't know." Was all she said.

"Show me." Vickie said looking at Fran.

"Show you what?" Fran pretended not to know what
Vickie wanted to look at.

"You know." Vickie responded.

"Not here." Fran's voice began to take on a pleading
quality, like it had when her brother ordered her to
do something she didn't want to do.

"Yes. Right here, right know." Vickie's voice took
on a sudden air of command. Fran looked at her friend
then slowly stood up and with her back to the
gymnasium full of volleyball playing girls lifted the
front of her sweater so her friend could see her
engorged sensitive nipples held tight by elastic
bands. Vickie reached up and gently ran her fingers
over her friend's red swollen nipples. She heard Fran
moan as the nipples grew even harder under her
fingers. When Vickie reached under her skirt Fran
spread her legs without objection.

Vickie's fingers handled Fran's swollen tender
clitoris with a gentleness Fran had never felt before.
She almost fell forward onto her friend's lap and only
managed to remain standing by putting her hands on
Vickie's shoulders. Fran summoned all of her will
power and pulled away from her friend's marvelous
fingers and sat back down beside her. They sat
silently for several minutes.

"I want you." Vickie said finally with blunt honesty.
Fran's mind whirled from confusion, humiliation and
lust.

"No. I can't." Fran finally answered in a low husky
voice that gave away her inner desires.

"You mean you don't want to." Vickie said her voice
full of hurt and reproach.

"No. I can't. You don't have a badge." Fran looked
down at the floor in front of her trying to hide her
tears of humiliation. "I have to fuck anyone that has
a badge and I cannot fuck anyone that does not have a
badge." Tears were now rolling down her face. "If
Dave finds out that I even let you feel me I will be
punished." Vickie took her friends hand then stood
up.

"Come with me." She said and pulled Fran after her
headed for the girl's shower room.

Ms Marshall, the gym teacher had been watching the two
girls high in the bleachers. She wondered about their
intense conversation, and was suspicious when one
stood in front of the other blocking her view. When
she saw them headed for the girl's shower room she
waited for three or four minutes then followed. The
petite muscular 'handsome' woman opened the door to
the girl's shower room and slipped in as quietly as
she could. She moved around behind an equipment rack
where she could see the two young girls without being
seen.

"Come on Fran, there's nobody here except us. Dave
will never know. Just take your clothes off and let
me look." Fran was trembling with lust and fear.

"He always knows." She replied. Ms Marshall watched
as Vickie stepped up to Fran and pulled her sweater
over her head exposing her firm young breasts topped
with swollen red nipples. She slipped her hand down
the front of her gym shorts as Vickie unbuttoned
Fran's skirt and let it drop to the floor.

Fran's large clitoris was swollen to almost twice it
normal one half inch size by the elastic band around
it's base. It looked like a bright red miniature
penis. Her cunt lips glistened with her copious
vaginal secretions. So, Ms Marshall thought as she
rubbed her own clitoris, the rumors are true. I'm
going to have to find this Dave person.

Ms Marshall felt her own excitement growing as Vickie,
after staring in awe at her best friends voluptuous
body quickly stripped off her own skirt and blouse and
engulfed her in a passionate embrace. Ms Marshall's
muscles tightened then relaxed as she watched the two
young girls kiss deeply as their hands roamed over
each other's bodies. She wiped her fingers off on a
towel then quietly slipped out of the room. She was
anxious to get home and share this with her lover.

When the bell rang Vickie and Fran frantically put
their cloths back on and were just leaving the shower
room when the crush of sweaty girls almost knocked
them over.

"Out of the way sluts" one of them shouted. Fran
recognized her. Her brother was one of the boys who
gang fucked her on Saturday.

"It won't be long before everyone knows." She said to
Vickie as they walked toward the snack bar for their
lunch.

"Hey, to hell with them. Those cunts are just
jealous." Vickie seemed to be deep in thought for a
minute. "Hey Fran, there's something I have to take
care of real quick. I'll be back in just a minute."
Fran was feeling extremely vulnerable and would have
preferred to have her friend with her but Vickie
dashed off without waiting for a response.

Fran got her food then found a place to sit away from
the other students and tried not to look around while
she ate. Fran was becoming apprehensive. Her worst
fears had not materialized. That could only mean that
her brother had something even worse in mind for her
than what she had been expecting.

Vickie left Fran standing in line at the snack bar and
walked quickly across the street to the student
parking lot. Just as she expected Fran's older
brother was hanging out there. Fran walked up to him.

"I want to talk to you." She said then turned and
walked off. Dave winked at his cronies then followed
her. "I know." Vickie said when Dave caught up.

"Of course you do." Dave responded with total
nonchalance. "I didn't expect Fran to be able to keep
it from you." He stopped walking and turned toward
Vickie. "What do you want?"

"I want a badge."

"Why should I give you one?"

"I'll be your slave too if you want me." She said
hopefully then added, "You can tie me to your car and
parade me around the parking lot naked. As long as I
get to have Fran."

"Tempting offer." Dave pretended to give it deep
thought, "OK you can't have her until I tell you, and
you can't tell her ahead of time, and I will let you
know when you are going to be paraded around tied to
the car, agreed?" Vickie swallowed several times.

"OK" she said finally and walked off. Vickie ran back
to the snack bar, got a sandwich, then joined Fran at
the table where she was setting by herself.

"Sorry I had to run off for a minute. How are you
doing?" Fran's growing anger at her friend for
running off was dissipated by her obvious concern.

"I'm OK, I'm just concerned. Nothing has happened yet
and I'm afraid that means that Dave has some surprise
planned for me." Vickie suppressed the urge to say
'Yea I have a surprise too.'

"Hey, I'm sure it will be OK. I mean if he does
anything really outlandish it would spoil his fun."
That thought seemed to console Fran and she gave
Vickie a weak smile.

They sat and talked, as only old friends can, until
the bell rang and they had to go to their separate
classes. They would not see each other again until
last period when they had US History together. Fran
spent the next two hours imagining what her brother
could be up to. She fantasized about being taken up
on the stage during a pre game rally and being fucked
by the football team. She imagined herself tied to
the main stairs leading up to the front door of the
school where every boy could fuck her when they left
school for the day.

Despite her fevered imaginings nothing happened. She
saw no 'Fran Fucker' badges. Nobody pulled her into a
broom closet and fucked her senseless. Other than the
constant reminder of the elastic bands on her nipples
and clitoris it was just an average day at school.

Fran met up with Vickie again outside Mr. Roberts'
History class. Mr. Roberts was the only really
'hunky' male teacher in the school. Every female had
a crush on him when he first arrived there at the
beginning of the school year. Fran and Vickie walked
into the class deep in whispered conversation and it
wasn't until she was sitting at her desk in the front
row that Fran looked up. Staring back at her from Mr.
Roberts' lapel was a red pin with white letters, two
F's.

Vickie saw it at the same time Fran did. That lucky
bitch was Vickie's first thought. Mr. Roberts began
his lecture. For almost an hour he talked about the
civil war, then he left his desk and began to walk
around. As he walked around the class he dropped a
piece of paper on Fran's desk. Trying not to draw
attention to her self, Fran unfolded the paper.
There, in her brother's handwriting was the message.

"Show him your cunt"

Fran could feel the heat as her face turned bright
red. By this time most of the kids in the class
probably knew what the red pin on his lapel signified.
She stared straight ahead, she did not want to see the
looks on their faces. She struggled to keep from
reaching down and stroking her self. Her pussy was as
hot as her face. She could smell her own cunt as she
scooted forward in her seat and slowly spread her
legs.

Mr. Roberts walked back to the front of the class and
sat on the edge of his desk. He slowly looked around
the classroom then stared directly at her crotch.
Fran wanted to hide her face. She wanted to die. She
wanted someone to fuck her brains out. She wanted to
lock herself in a closet and never come out. She
wanted to be chained to the oak tree and gang fucked
again. She wanted to die. She wanted to disappear
forever. She wanted Vickie to suck on her clit until
she passed out from ecstasy. She wanted to run away
where no one knew her. She wanted the football team
to fuck her in front of the whole student body.

Mr. Roberts began to walk around the class again as he
droned on about the Civil War. When he passed Fran's
desk he dropped another note on it. Fran looked at
the paper like it contained poison. God no, she
thought I can't do any more. She didn't remember
unfolding the paper but she was staring at her
brother's handwriting.

"Finger your cunt for him"

Fran was sure the smell of her sex permeated the
entire room. Mr. Roberts walked back up the front of
the room and sat on his desk again. While he
continued to talk he stared directly at Fran and
raised one eyebrow quizzically. Fran slowly sank even
lower in her chair, she spread her legs further. Then
while Mr. Roberts watched she slipped her right hand
down and started to work the tip of her finger between
her wet glistening folds of cunt flesh. Fran brought
her other hand up to her mouth and bit down on her
knuckle she was determined not to yell or scream when
she came.

Just as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her the
bell rang and everyone else got up and left. Vickie
gave Fran one last envious look then left with the
rest of the kids. Fran could not have left even if
she had been told to. Mr. Roberts continued to watch
as Fran worked two fingers in and out of her wet open
pussy. She was biting on her finger so hard Mr.
Roberts was afraid she was going to draw blood.

As the noise of the departing students died away Mr.
Roberts could hear low "mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" sounds
coming from Fran as she rocked back and forth in time
to her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt. Mr.
Roberts walked over to the door. After locking it and
pulling the blind down he came back over and stood in
front of Fran. Mr. Roberts slowly unzipped his
trousers then he reached inside and pulled out a hard
cock even bigger than her brothers.

As soon as the cock was in view Fran pulled her
knuckle from her mouth and, leaning forward, engulfed
the huge rod and sucked it down her throat. Mr.
Roberts gasped as Fran's nose buried itself in his
pubic hair. Seldom had he found even grown woman who
could take his huge cock all the way down their
throats. Fran began to bob her head up and down and
suck on his cock like her life itself depended on
getting cum in her system immediately.

After a minute of expert cock sucking Mr. Roberts
pulled his cock from Fran's mouth. Ignoring the
whimpering sounds coming from her Mr. Roberts pulled
her to her feet. He pulled her tight sweater over her
head and unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt
letting it fall to the floor. Fran, now naked,
allowed herself to be guided to the teacher's desk
where Mr. Roberts picked her up and positioned her on
its edge. Pushing her back onto her elbows Mr.
Roberts pulled her legs up and apart exposing her wet
hungry cunt for his inspection.

Her pubic hair was matted and her pussy was open and
waiting. Mr. Roberts positioned his cockhead between
the gapping lips of her cunt and pushed into her with
one easy stroke. As he began to fuck her hot pussy
Mr. Roberts leaned over and began to lick and kiss her
red swollen nipples.

Each time Mr. Roberts' cock stroked over her swollen
clitoris Fan experienced almost unbearable pain, and
almost unbearable pleasure. Every lick of Mr.
Roberts' tongue over one of Fran's red swollen nipples
caused the same mind shattering combination of extreme
pain, extreme pleasure. Fran put both hands over her
mouth to muffle her screams of pain and pleasure.

Fran lost track of time, she had know idea how long
she was in her universe of pain and pleasure as Mr.
Roberts fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. She
was vaguely aware of his body and cock spasming
against and in hers as he came.

Then she was left alone. She gingerly pushed herself
up to a setting position on the edge of the desk then
sat there staring into space. When she heard the door
opening Fran tried to cover her naked body, then she
saw that it was Vickie and gave up. Vickie rushed
over to her friend to help down from the desk. Fran
collapsed into her arms and began to sob.

"Was it that awful?" Vickie asked holding her nude
friend and stroking her hair. Fran's sobs began to
fade.

"When it's happening its wonderful, but when it's not
happening I feel dirty and perverted." Vickie
continued to stroke her hair and hold her friends
beautiful nude body.

"But that's what is so wonderful about your brother."
Fran pulled away just enough to look at her friend.

"What do you mean?" she asked, their mouths almost
touching.

"He makes you do all the things you want to do but
can't" their lips met and parted as their tongues
explored each other's eager mouths. They kissed
deeply for only a moment then Vickie pulled her lips
away. "Let me help you get dressed, your brother's
waiting for you in the parking lot. And judging from
the bulge in his pants I don't think your day is
finished yet." Vickie helped Fran put on her skirt
and sweater then walked her to the front door of the
school, where she gave her friend another tender kiss
on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Fran walked to the parking lot with slow careful
steps. Her blood-engorged nipples were causing severe
pain every time they moved against the sweater and her
swollen tender clitoris shot pain through her with
each step. She finally reached the parking lot where
Dave waited for her, leaning against his car. Fran
leaned her head against his chest.

"Please, take them off, I can't take it any longer."
Dave reached up under her skirt and yanked the elastic
band off her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.

"OH GOD!" Fran almost screamed. Then when he reached
up under her sweater and pulled the bands off her
nipples she went limp against him on the verge of
passing out. Dave put her into the car and drove her
home. As they walked into the house through the back
door Fran turned to her brother.

"I know you are going to fuck me, but could you PLEASE
do it in my ass?"

"Whatever you want." Dave replied with a smile.

================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Five
"The Raffle"
By
Norm DePloom

Fran reached between her legs and ran her finger
gently over her protruding cunt lips. It had been a
full week now and she still wasn't comfortable with
not being allowed to wash her self without her brother
Dave's permission. The thick viscous cum she felt
oozing out of her pussy onto her thighs was deposited
there by her brother just moments before during his
regular early morning fuck.

Fran could hardly believe all that had happened in the
week since her brother had slipped into her room in
the early morning hours last Friday one week ago to
rape her while their mother slept in the next room.
As she reviewed the week she began to dress in the
cloths set out by Dave. She had been relieved when
Dave told her that there would always be a clear
message from him telling her what to do, like the
notes Mr. Roberts, her history teacher had given her
before he fucked her after class on Monday.

She felt safer knowing it was really up to her
brother, not the boys wearing the red badges, the ones
with the "FF" in large white letters as to when and
where she would fuck. His original instructions were
that she had to fuck anyone wearing one of those
badges, anytime and anywhere they wanted. When Dave
gave her the amended instructions he admitted the
first instructions had been to keep her on edge all-
day Monday so she would be primed for Mr. Roberts'
attentions. Although she felt relieved about the
badges, she still felt concern about Dave's stated
intention to rape and enslave their mother.

During their after fuck cuddling this morning Dave had
softly talked to her about the efforts needed to keep
each day more exciting than the last. Fran
immediately understood what he was talking about. A
week ago just pretending the fingers touching her were
Dave's instead of her own was enough to give her a
great orgasm, know being fucked by her brother, while
still pleasant, was an everyday common occurrence.
Well actually a several times a day common occurrence,
but just being fucked by him no longer gave her the
'ultimate' orgasms it used to. On Monday when Mr.
Roberts had fucked her after school she had been
driven to orgasmic 'deliriums', now Mr. Roberts
fucking her after school was just a part of her daily
life, admittedly a very enjoyable part of her daily
life. She understood that the day would come when the
rising tide of sexual excitement would peak, and that
she would be condemned to spend every day of her life
trying to reach that peak again.

Fran finished dressing and as she sat on the edge of
her bed waiting for her brother to come for his
inspection and last minute instructions, she pondered
her newfound feelings for her best friend Vickie.
Since she had told Vickie about her new status as her
brothers sex slave, Vickie had taken every opportunity
to kiss and touch her in ways she never had before.
Fran finally admitted to herself that she wanted to
fuck her best friend. Fran was jerked out of her
reverie when the door to her bedroom opened and her
brother stepped in. Dave sat on the edge of Fran's
bed while Fran stood in front of him with her legs
spread. Dave reached under his sister's skirt and
explored her cunt with his fingers then stroked her
clitoris to its full one half inch erect state.

Dave slipped the same elastic band over her clitoris
that Fran had worn to church on Sunday, but this time
instead of supporting a small fishing weight hanging
high enough to be hidden, it supported a tiny brass
bell hanging low enough to be seen below her skirt.
Dave worked her nipples until they were hard then
slipped elastic bands over them. Each of these bands
supported another tiny brass bell hanging just below
the bottom of her blouse.

As Fran followed her brother out of her room and
downstairs to the kitchen she heard the high-pitched
dings generated from each bell with even the slightest
movement of her body. She knew from experience that
the constant tugging and pulling on her nipples and
clitoris would keep her in a state of near orgasm all
day. On Sunday the weight bouncing and tugging on her
clitoris at church had been a secret. Today every one
could tell on what parts of her anatomy these bells
were attached.

After serving her brother breakfast and standing
beside him as he absent mindedly played with her pussy
while he ate, Fran followed him out to the car for her
ride to school. When they pulled into the student
parking lot Dave reached into the back seat and
retrieving a cigar box and a roll of raffle tickets
handed them to Fran. Fran looked at the double roll
of tickets designed to tear one ticket off for the
purchaser and to drop the identically numbered ticket
into the box. On the top of the box was written "The
Shave Fran Raffle" under that "25 cents per ticket, 5
for a dollar". Fran did not have to ask what part of
her was going to be shaved, and neither would anyone
else who saw the box.

"If anyone asks you for more details," she could just
barely hear her brother's instructions her face and
chest were already beginning to burn with humiliation,
as was her cunt. "tell them there will be six numbers
drawn. The first four get to hold down your arms and
legs," Fran moaned and frantically tried to think of a
way to get out of this. "the fifth person drawn will
get to shave your pussy, and the grand winner will get
to be the first person to fuck your bare cunt. The
drawing will kick off the second weekly 'Fran Fuck' in
our back yard tomorrow." Dave pushed Fran out of the
car. "Oh, yes, they do have to be present to win."

Fran walked across the street towards the school
building trying to figure out which was more
humiliating the tinkling bells announcing her
available sex organs, or the raffle which she just
knew everyone else had known about for days. Her
worst fears were confirmed when virtually every male
in her first period Geometry class met her with dollar
bills in their hands, even the ones not wearing the
'Fran Fucker' badges. After wading her way through
the crowd of hopeful pussy shavers Fran felt both
touched and betrayed when Vickie held out a five-
dollar bill.

"I'll take twenty five tickets please." Fran blushed
down to her nipples having everyone in the hallway
watch as Vickie bought raffle tickets. As soon as the
transaction was complete, Vickie leaned over and
whispered in Fran's ear. "Would you rub these on that
sweet cunt of yours for good luck?" Fran blushed even
more brightly as the bell rang and she attempted to
walk into class with out ringing her own bells.

Raffle ticket sales were brisk all morning, as were
bell ringings. Fran met back up with Vickie in gym
class. Fran approached Ms Marshall for permission to
set out yet another day of volleyball expecting to be
denied, instead Ms Marshall looked at Fran then smiled
broadly.

"Why Fran what a unique idea for bells, most girls
would be satisfied with having them on their fingers
and toes." Ms Marshall gently bounced one of her
'tit' bells up and down a few times. "Why don't you
just sit out the class today, I wouldn't want you to
have to take those off and put them back on again."

As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers
Carla stopped her. Carla was the snooty sister of one
of the boys who had been involved in her first gang
fuck the previous Saturday. It was the same girl that
had called her a slut on Monday. The girl's snobby
friends gathered round them as she dug her hand down
the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp
wrinkled dollar bill and held it out to Fran.

"My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for
him." Carla looked around to make sure all her
friends were listening. "I really don't know why he
would want to fuck a little tramp like you. Much less
get involved in god only knows whatever perverted
little games you play with your brother." Fran felt
like her whole body was on fire with humiliation. Her
hands were shaking so hard she could hardly get the
tickets counted out and torn apart. "Did you fuck
your brother this morning, slut?" Carla sneered as
she took the tickets from Fran's trembling fingers.
Just then Vickie came charging through the gathering
crowd.

"You leave her alone you stupid little bitch." Vickie
hissed at Carla as she pushed her away from Fran.
"You're just jealous because you couldn't get Fran's
brother, or your own, to fuck you if you paid them."
The girl pushed Vickie back.

"Well at least I'm not a dike running around trying to
fuck another girl." The focus having shifted away from
Fran, she walked over, sat on the bleachers, and
ignoring the hair pulling catfight starting between
Vickie and Carla, began to sob.

Vickie tackled Carla and the two of them rolled around
the floor ripping their cloths and pulling each
other's hair. The smaller but scrappier Vickie soon
had Carla penned to the floor. Fran was distracted
from her sobbing and started laughing at the sight of
Carla kicking her legs trying to dislodge Vickie who
was sitting on Carla's stomach pinching her nipples
through her torn blouse.

"Get off me you fucking lesbian bitch" Carla shrieked
just as Ms Marshall arrived to break up the fight.
After sending Vickie over to the bleachers to
'comfort' Fran Ms Marshall jerked Carla to her feet
with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary.

"I don't ever want to hear talking like that in my
class again." Ms Marshall yelled her face only inches
from Carla's. "If you ever talk like that again
you're going to be sent to the Vice Principals office
for detention." Ms Marshall winked at Fran and Vickie
as she turned to gather the rest of the girls into
volleyball teams. Carla's friends gathered around her
as she attempted to cover her breasts with the torn
remnants of her blouse. As they walked towards the
gathering class the group paused in front of Fran and
Vickie.

"'Big dyke' isn't always going to be around to protect
you slut so just watch yourself." Carla hissed
glaring at Vickie.

"I hope not, next time I'm going to ride you until I
cum." As the group walked off Vickie slipped her hand
down the front of her gym shorts and spoke quietly to
Fran "Did you see the way that bitch was bucking under
me when I twisted her nipples?" Fran watched in
amazement as her friend stroked herself under her gym
shorts.

"Ah, Vickie" she reached out and put her hand on the
other girls arm, "I don't think this is the proper
place to be doing that." Vickie paused in mid stroke
and looked at her friend.

"For someone walking around with a bell hanging from
her clitoris you sure are getting judgmental." The
comment's sting was tempered with a gin and a quick
wink as Vickie resumed her stroking. "I can't wait.
Thinking about what's going to happen to you and
riding that bitch while she bucked around on the floor
has just made me too horny." Her body tensed as she
rocked back and forth, Fran could hear low moans
coming from her throat, then Vickie relaxed and pulled
her hand from her shorts. She held her fingers under
Fran's nose. "Want to smell?"

Fran fained disgust even as she resisted the urge to
lick her friend's fingers clean. Her own swollen
clitoris and nipples begged for attention. To Fran's
dismay her new sexual slavery consisted more of being
kept on the verge of orgasm than it did being fucked
crazy like she had originally feared/hoped. Without
realizing it Fran had begun to flick her finger back
and fourth on the bell string hanging down between her
legs. The gentle vibrations traveling up the string
to her clitoris brought her closer and closer to her
own orgasm. Fran was just a flick away from cuming
when Ms Marshall sat down beside her. Fran almost
screamed in frustration as she pulled her hand away
from the string.

"Are you girls ok?" the Teacher asked them as she
watched her volleyball-playing students. Ms Marshall
had not allowed Carla to change her blouse, and had
assigned her to the volleyball court directly in front
of where Ms Marshall was know sitting with Fran and
Vickie. Carla's face became a deeper shade of red
every time she had to hit the ball, allowing her
breasts to bounce into view through the torn blouse.
Vickie leaned forward and looked past Fran at Ms
Marshall.

"If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that
bitch until she was tamed." God, thought Fran, she's
getting more outrageous every day. Ms Marshall
chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created
by Vickie's words.

"Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?" Ms Marshall
gave Fran's knee a familiar squeeze as she stood up
and walked back across the gym. Vickie leaned over
and whispered in Fran's ear.

"She's hot for you girl."

Fran and Vickie stood up and under the malevolent
glare of Carla and her friends walked out of the gym.
The soft ding-a-lings from Fran's bells being masked
by the sounds of a gym full of volleyball playing
girls. Being early for lunch Fran and Vickie staked
out their favorite table under a large tree on the
edge of the school's central courtyard. Fran stayed
at the table while Vickie went to the snack bar to get
them some food.

Setting her cigar box and roll of raffle tickets down
on the table Fran sat on the bench and slipping her
right hand to her lap began to flick the bell string
hopping to finally gain some relief from her
unrelenting sexual need. Just as she approached the
precipice and was about to dive headlong into orgasm
two boys suddenly sat down one on each side of her.
Each was holding a ten-dollar bill. Fan reluctantly
pulled her hand away from her bell sting and, as she
began to count out raffle tickets, looked at each of
the boys. She recognized them even without badges.
They had both helped fuck her silly last Saturday.

As she counted out the tickets the boys each slipped a
hand under the table and began to explore her wet open
pussy. Probing their fingers into her and gently
pulling on the bell string. With their other hands
they bounced her 'tit bells' up and down.

"God, I don't know if I want to be the one to shave
this cunt of yours, or to be the first one to fuck it
after it's shaved." The boy on her right said, more
to the other boy than to Fran. A tray slammed down on
the table and all three of them looked up to see
Vickie glaring at them as she sat sown on the other
side of the table.

"Hey, take it easy, everyone will get a chance at
her." The other boy said to Vickie. Fran blushed and
a wave of humiliation washed over her. Her cunt
reacted by clamping down on the fingers that had been
pushed inside her. The boys reluctantly removed their
hands from Fran's crotch and, unable to stand Vickie's
protective glare, retrieved their tickets and left.
Fran, not sure if she really wanted to be 'saved'
right know smiled weakly at her friend.

Fran picked up her sandwich then paused with it in mid
air. She looked across the table at her friend's
mischievous grin. Then smiled back at her as she
spread her legs and felt Vickie's bare foot slide up
the inside of her thighs to rest gently against Fran's
achingly needy cunt. Fran scooted forward on the
bench and spread her legs as far as she could as the
ball of Vickie's foot maneuvered in small circles
around her swollen tender clitoris. Fran's clitoris
nestled comfortably in the cavity formed between
Vickie's big two, her second two and the ball of her
foot where it was protected from being over
stimulated.

Fran and Vickie ate their food, grinning at each other
across the table. Vickie's right hand disappeared
below the table as she lifted her skirt and stroked
her clitoris in time with her foot's circular massage
of Fran's pussy. They were alone in the almost
deserted courtyard, Vickie put her sandwich down and
slipped her other hand up inside her blouse to pinch
and stroke her hard nipples.

Fran put her sandwich down and held onto the edge of
the table. As her excitement built Fran's breathing
quickened, causing her 'tit bells' to ring and the
bell attached to her clitoris ding-a-linged in time
with the massaging foot. Fran leaned her head back
and a low moan could be heard coming from her throat.

"HhhhoooooGoooooooood" Fran moaned as she rocked
gently back and forth pushing her self harder onto her
friends massaging foot. Every muscle in Fran's body
tightened, her body jerked repeatedly driving her cunt
against Vickie's toes. Fran brought her right hand to
her mouth and bit down on her knuckles trying to
suppress the orgasmic scream she felt growing deep
inside her chest. With her other hand Vickie pushed
down hard on the pit of her stomach as her entire body
jerked twice more, then collapsed onto the table her
face just inches above the remains of her sandwich her
mouth open and panting. She reached under the table
and pushed her friend's foot away.

"Stop, please stop." Was all she could say until her
breathing returned to normal, then she smiled at her
best friend sitting across from her, "Thank you " she
whispered. Vickie reached over and took Fran's hand.

"Anytime." She whispered back, her own breathing not
quite back to normal yet.

"Why, isn't that just sooooooo sweeeeet." Carla's
voice dripped sarcasm as she sat down next to Vickie,
her friends gathering around. "You owe me a blouse
you fucking little slut." Three of Carla's friends,
who had moved around to Fran's side of the table,
grabbed Fran while the rest of the girls pounced on
Vickie. With hands over Fan and Vickie's mouths, and
ignoring their kicking and twisting the six girls
looked around, then quickly carried their two victims
behind the gym and out into the middle of the football
field. Even before they reached their destination
Carla was tearing at Vickie's blouse.

"You owe me a blouse, and I'm going to collect it.
With interest." Fran lost sight of what they were
doing to Vickie and tried unsuccessfully to fight off
the three girls who were ripping at her cloths. A
piece of her torn blouse was stuffed into her mouth
and held there while the girls yanked the elastic
bands holding her bell off her nipples and clitoris
then laughed at her muffled screams. They elicited
more muffled screams to laugh at by taking turns
pinching Fran's tender swollen nipples.

Fran, to her credit, got in several good kicks and
several of the attackers were limping as they ran off
leaving the two naked girls laying in the middle of
the field. Vickie rolling over onto her hands and
knees and crawling over to Fran put her arms
protectively around her friend's naked shoulders.
Vickie, gently rocking Fran in her arms looked around
the field to see where they might take refuge.

"Dave's going to be so mad at me." Vickie whispered
seemingly unaware that she was talking out loud.

"Why would he be mad at you?" Fran asked through her
sniffles.

"He told me to look after you and protect you, and it
looks like I've failed miserably. I was so involved
in playing with your sweet pussy that I didn't see
those bitches coming." Vickie helped Fran to her feet
and with her arms still around Fran's shoulders
started walking her towards the nearest door to the
gym. "and I didn't even have permission to play with
you."

"Is that why you defended me in the gym? Because my
brother told you to?" Fran came to a stop as she asked
the question seemingly unconcerned about the
possibility of being caught outdoors naked.

"No." Vickie answered franticly looking around and
trying to get her friend moving again. "He told me to
protect you because he knew I would do it anyway."
She pulled at Fran and got her moving towards the gym
door again.

"OH God." Fran stopped again resisting Vickie's
frantic efforts to get her moving. "Dave's going to
be pissed. I lost my bells and the raffle money."

"God, don't worry about that now." Vickie pulled at
her arm. "Let's get inside before someone sees us."
Pulling hard Vickie managed to get Fran moving again.
Just as the two naked girls reached the gym door it
burst open. Fran and Vickie were engulfed in a stream
of football uniformed jocks and swept by their
momentum back out onto the football field. Amid yells
of "Hay look what we got here." And "Let's have a fun
practice for a change. "

After a hasty whispered conference among the team
members the surrounded girls were ushered to the far
end of the field and behind the grounds keeper's
equipment shed. There was a lot of touching and
probing during the walk, and after they reached the
comparative privacy behind the shed, the boy's closed
in around the naked girls reaching out with their
hands and touching whatever bare skin they could
reach.

Fran, to her own surprise felt no fear at all. She
recognized over half the team members as having been
present for the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck' as her
brother had called it, last Saturday. It quickly
became obvious that the boys were waiting for
something and the naked girls were not going to be
attacked, at least not immediately. Fran relaxed and
enjoyed the hands touching her bare skin.

A hush fell over the crowed, and the boys parted like
the Red Sea is said to have done for Moses. Dave
walked up to the two girls and looked at them for a
moment. Vickie stared at the ground unable to meet
his gaze. Fran noticed that he was carrying the cigar
box full of money and raffle tickets. After giving
Fran a quick protective hug and glaring at Vickie,
Dave turned to the gathered boys and held the cigar
box up like a treasure box.

"It's ok." He pronounced. "The drawing will go on as
planned." Since virtually every one of them had
purchased at least one ticket they greeted the
announcement with a cheer. Dave looked at the girls
then back at the team. "Well, it looks like I'm going
to have to get some clothes for my sluts." Fran and
Vickie both blushed clear down to their nipples.

"Would you guys mind keeping them, ah, 'occupied'
until I get back?" The team answered with another
cheer. Dave started to walk off then turned back and
spoke to the boys again. "Blowjobs only." A groan
replaced the cheer, but it was obvious that none of
them would dare go against Dave's orders.

"Oh," he continued, "would one of you gentleman kindly
give the sluts a jersey to kneel on so they don't get
grass stains on their knees." Fran and Vickie
received a shower of jerseys as every member of the
team stripped his off and tossed it at them.

It's not so bad, Fran thought, I've already had most
of these dicks in my mouth at least once before.
Vickie had also had most of these dicks in her mouth
at one time or another, just not one right after the
other. As the quarterback and tight end approached
the two naked girls Fran and Vickie sank down onto
their knees and prepared to welcome the first of many
hard cocks into their warm moist mouths.

"Now we know what's for desert." Vickie whispered to
Fran with a wink then turned her head back and
engulfed the large hard cock waiting for her mouth.
Fran sucked the quarterback's cock deep into her
throat and ran her tongue over the shaft. Without
saying a word both girls had entered into a
competition to see who could suck the most dicks
before Dave returned with new clothes.

Fran kneaded the quarterbacks thighs and buttocks as
she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth leaving
streaks of lipstick along its shaft. The team members
were already near their peaks and it only took a few
strokes for Fran to receive the team's first liquid
offering. Each hard cock stayed in her mouth for only
one or two minutes before she drained its juice and
moved on to the next one.

As Fran sucked her fifth or sixth cock she realized
that it was sticking out of a pair of trousers and not
a football uniform. Twisting her head slightly and
rolling he eyes up Fran saw the football coach
standing above her with his hands on his hips and his
cock buried in her throat. Fran would have waved 'hi'
to him if her hand hadn't been inside his trousers
massaging his balls, after all she had not seen him
since church last Sunday morning. Every member of the
team had left a deposit with either Fran or Vickie and
they were lining up for seconds when Dave arrived with
clothes for the girls.

"Come on boys, let's get some football practice in."
The coach yelled, clapping his hands then blowing his
whistle. The team members reluctantly stuffed their
cocks back inside their pants and headed out onto the
field.

"Help Fran get dressed." Dave instructed Vickie
handing her a blouse and skirt. Dave watched as
Vickie helped Fran put on her two meager pieces of
clothing, then he hugged his sister and sent her off
to class. Once she rounded the corner of the building
and was out of sight Dave turned his attention to
Fran's friend. Vickie tried to stare back defiantly,
but quickly wilted in the glare of his anger.

"You've failed at your assigned task, and disobeyed me
by playing with Fran before I gave you permission."
He paused to let it sink in that he knew about her
little foot game under the table. Then pulling two
miniature c clamps from his pocket, Dave applied one
to each of her nipples tightening each one until
Vickie could barely keep from screaming. Once the
clamps were in place Dave gave her a skirt to ware.
The skirt just barely covered her pubic patch, she
would not be able to walk or sit down without exposing
herself to everyone. Last he handed her a small thin
T-shirt to wear. "Now go to class." Dave started to
walk off then turned back to her. "Mr. Robertson will
let you out of last period fifteen minutes early.
When he does come directly to the student parking
lot."

Only after she was alone did Vickie allow herself to
cry. He was right and she knew it. She deserved
whatever he decided to do to punish her. Vickie
stopped in the girl's restroom on her way to class.
After peeing Vickie looked at herself in the mirror
while she washed her hands. The c clamps were clearly
outlined by the thin fabric of the T-shirt. I'm going
to get that bitch she promised herself as she left the
restroom.

By the time Vickie and Fran met back up in their last
period History class, taught by the 'hunky' Mr.
Robertson, Vickie's nipples throbbed. It seemed that
every boy in the school had been given permission to
pull on the clamps as she walked past.

"Sixteen-fourteen" Fran beamed with pride as she sat
down at her desk next to Vickie. Vickie looked at her
best friend with total confusion.

"Sixteen-fourteen what?" she finally asked.

"I did sixteen you only did fourteen, I won." It
still took several seconds for Vickie to realize Fran
was talking about the lunchtime football team suck
off. Her aching nipples had forced such mundane
matters from her consciousness.

"Congratulations, I'm sure your brother will be real
proud of you." Vickie answered with a bit more sarcasm
than even she usually used. Fran looked at her
friend, her growing anger dissipated when she noticed
the c clamps screwed tightly to her nipples.

"Is Dave making you wear those?"

"I told you he was going to be mad at me." Mr.
Robertson entered the classroom, and as he walked up
the isle between the desks his hand 'accidentally'
brushed across Vickie's throbbing right nipple causing
her to bite her knuckle and rock back and forth in her
seat to silence a scream of pain. Fran and the rest
of the class watched in fascination as Mr. Robertson,
droning on about American history walked up the isle
on one side of Vickie then back down the isle on the
other side.

Each time Mr. Robertson passed Vickie he would
'accidentally' bump her nipple on that side with his
swinging hands. Each time Vickie winced in pain Fran
felt another gush of lubrication coat the inside walls
of her cunt and leak out onto her already damp thighs.
About half way through the class Fran felt a sudden
wave of insane jealousy wash over her. Every day for
the last week Mr. Robertson had fucked her after
school. Every day Vickie had waited in the hallway to
help her straighten her cloths and kiss her good bye
before she walked out to her brother's car.

What if this time he wants to fuck Vickie, Fran
thought in her jealous rage. What if this time it's me
waiting in the hall to help Vickie straighten her
cloths? In her jealous fantasy Fran failed to notice
her own hand slipping under her short skirt. She
almost thought the finger flicking gently back and
forth over the tip of the clitoris belonged to some
one else. Fran was pulled out of her fantasy when Mr.
Roberts grabbed her arm and pulled her hand out from
between her legs. She intertwined her fingers and
held her hands together on top of her desk like a
little girl trying real hard to be good.

At fifteen till three Mr. Robertson executed a
masterful double strike on Vickie's left nipple as he
'accidentally' hit it turning to check the time them
'accidentally' hit it again turning to dismiss her
from the class. Vickie, folding her arms across her
chest in an attempt to support her tender abused
nipples, failed to notice that her short skirt had
worked its way up around her waist. It looked like a
wide belt leaving her ass and crotch totally naked and
exposed as she walked out of the classroom. Fran was
overjoyed, knowing that she would indeed get the
fucking she was looking forward to.

Fifteen minutes later Mr. Roberts dismissed every one
else, except Fran. Without waiting to be told Fran
hiked her skirt up to her waist and sat on the edge of
Mr. Roberts' desk spreading her legs and opening her
hot wet cunt for him. Mr. Roberts' huge cock had been
hard for almost the entire hour and he wasted no time
pulling it from his pants and plunging its entire
length into Fran's gapping pussy with one hard stroke.

As the entire length of his rock hard cock sank into
her Fran wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her
heals into his buttocks pulling him deeper into her.
She pulled her blouse over her head and grabbing one
firm breast in each hand offered her hard nipples to
Mr. Roberts' sucking mouth. Fran's orgasm started the
instant Mr. Roberts' cockhead touched her cunt and
didn't stop until she found herself laying across his
desk in an empty room with thick viscous cum oozing
down her thighs.

Getting off the desk Fran straightened her blouse and
skirt then slowly made her way through the deserted
halls to the door leading out to the student parking
lot. She could feel her history teachers cum running
down her legs as she rounded the corner of the school
building and came to a halt. Across the street the
student parking lot was teaming with kids. It seemed
like the entire student body had gathered there,
sitting on care hoods or leaning against the sides of
the cars.

Then Fran noticed her brother's car slowly circling
the lot. Vickie was naked and tied to the hood her
legs spread as far as possible in a kneeling position.
Ropes ran from her ankles to the doorposts on each
side. More ropes ran from he knees to the front
bumper. Her wrists were tied behind her back and
additional ropes ran from her wrists to the doorposts
holding her leaning forward over the front of the car
like a living hood ornament. Long robber bands with
weights tied to them had been attached to the c clamps
on her nipples. Once the weights started bouncing the
rubber bands would keep them in motion pulling on
Vickie's tender engorged nipples.

The student parking lot was in need of repair and was
well known for its potholes. Dave drove his car
slowly around the lot being careful to hit every
pothole, keeping Vickie's tit weights bouncing and
dancing pulling on the nipples and breasts. Vickie
held her head up high, and while there were tears
running down her cheeks she refused to cry out or
scream with the pain. After two additional circuits
around the lot Dave stopped his car and, after getting
out, stood in front of his new hood ornament. With
deliberate slowness he reached between her legs and
pinched her clitoris.

Vickie spasamed and jerked against the ropes as a wave
of orgasmic pleasure mixed with her pain and flowed
over her body. The watching students applauded, Dave
turned and acknowledged their applause with a bow.
Fran, in a moment of clarity realized that her brother
was an artist. His medium was female orgasms and she
and Vickie were the canvases on which he would prefect
his art.

==========================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Six
"The Prize"
by
Norm DePloom

Fran paced back and forth across her room waiting for
the Saturday afternoon 'weekly Fran Fuck' to get
started. The 'clit and tit' bells her brother had
recovered from Carla ding-a-linged with each step.
She stopped in front of her full-length mirror and
looked at her naked body. Cupping her breasts Fran
jiggled them making the bells attached to her nipples
dance and ring. She ran her hands down over her firm
stomach and gently pulled at tufts of her pubic hair.
The crowd of boys outside, waiting for the drawing to
see who would get to shave her, grew noisier. As she
watched her self in the mirror Fran slipped her hand
lower and flicked her fingertip back and fourth over
her large clitoris making her 'clit' bell dance and
ring.

Fran continued stroking herself as she walked across
the room and looked out the window. The back yard was
full of boys from school. Vickie was on her knees,
naked, holding a large bowl from which David was
drawing raffle tickets. Vickie glanced up at the
window and grinned at Fran. Her face and chest were
flushed with excitement and her nipples, despite the
previous day's torture, stood up hard and crinkled.

Fran dropped the curtain and reluctantly pulled her
hand away from her clitoris. Her brother's orders had
been for her to keep herself excited, but he had
specifically forbid her having an orgasm. Fran laid
on her bed and gently stroked her glistening cunt lips
while she waited.

Dave had brought Fran and Vickie home Friday after
Vickie's naked ride around the student parking lot and
fucked each of them twice before their mother came
home from her swing shift job. Having gotten
permission for Vickie to spend the night the two girls
were sent to bed early, their cunts still dripping
sperm. Dave told them they could 'cuddle' but under
no circumstance were they to fuck each other or have
orgasms during the night. Fran and Vickie stretched
the definition of 'cuddle' just as far as they dared,
but still spent a sexually frustrating night in each
other's arms.

Fran was disappointed when she was not summoned to
Dave's room early Saturday morning for what had become
their customary early morning fuck and cuddle session.
This was the first morning since her brother had taken
her as his slave that he had not fucked her. Fran had
paced around the house like a cat in heat waiting for
her mother to leave for work.

As soon as their mother's car had disappeared around
the corner Dave and Vickie went to work like a well
oiled machine setting everything up for the drawing.
Fran was stripped, her 'clit and tit' bells were
attached and, after she was fitted with a collar and
leash, she was left in her room to wait until she was
summoned. She had watched out the window as Dave and
Vickie pulled the picnic table into the middle of the
yard and set up Dave's video camera to capture 'The
sacrifice of Fran's Pubic Bush to the God of Teenage
Lust' as he was titling today's activities.

After the table and camera were set up Dave supervised
Fran and Vickie fingering each stopping them just
short of orgasm. When Dave was satisfied with his
slave's state of sexual frustration he made a call on
the phone saying only 'It's time' to the person before
hanging up. The back yard seemed to instantly fill
with horny, noisy boys waiting for their chance to
fuck.

Fran stood up when she heard Vickie coming up the
stairs. Vickie rushed into the bedroom and threw her
arms around her friend. They kissed then Vickie
picked up the robe Dave had chosen for his sister to
wear for her entrance.

"We are gong to get fucked silly out there." Vickie
said with excitement as she draped the robe over
Fran's shoulders. "Dave wants you to hold it shut at
the neck from the inside." Vickie stepped back and
checked the drape of the robe, which covered Fran from
neck to ankle. "When you get out to the end of the
table Dave wants you to stand with the robe closed
until he signals you. Then you are to throw the robe
off and hold the pose with your hands up over your
head while he pans over your body with the camera.
When he gives you the second signal, sit on the table
then lay back and spread your legs." Vickie was
almost bouncing around her friend as she gave her the
last minute instructions.

Vickie picked up the leash and led her best friend out
to the waiting boys. Fran could feel her vaginal
lubrication seeping from her hot cunt and oozing down
her thighs. Last week she had thought she was going
to die from humiliation being chained to the oak tree
and fucked by her brother's friends. Now, one week
later, she felt like her body was vibrating with
excitement, her cunt was aching for a cock.

Fran walked with head held high trying her best to
look like a queen going to her coronation. She saw
Dave put on a CD and 'Pomp and Circumstance' filled
the back yard. How absolutely appropriate Fran
thought as she pause stepped her way from the back
door to the redwood picnic table 'altar' where her
pubic hair was to be removed. The scarlet colored
velvet robe swayed with each step, opening up just
enough to give a lucky few glimpses of her soon to be
shaved crotch.

Fran felt a power she had never felt before, she
realized that in her submission she had the power to
make every one of these boys cum. She would make them
cum over and over again. Fran reached the end of the
table and stood waiting, with her head held high, for
Dave's signal. At his signal Fran raised her arms and
let the robe drop to her feet. As she held that pose
Fran licked her lips and stared directly into the lens
of her brothers video camera. Dave slowly panned his
camera down his sister's naked body, pausing on her
heaving breasts with their hard crinkled nipples from
which bounced her two tiny brass 'tit' bells.

Fran noticed her brother's left hand slipping down to
his own crotch as his right hand panned the camera
down to her crotch. Fran's face and chest were
flushed, not with embarrassment or humiliation, but
with excitement. She looked around and noticed that
many of the boys already had their cocks out of their
pants and were gently stroking them as they watched.

"OK, now sit on the edge of the table and lay back,
spreading your legs for the camera." Dave instructed
his sister as he held the camera focused on her
crotch. Fran followed her brother's instructions with
dramatic slowness. The boys selected to hold her arms
and legs stepped forward to claim their prizes. The
ones assigned to her legs pulling them up and apart
opening her cunt to the close view of her brother's
camera. Dave zoomed in for a super close up of her
cunt, open and oozing lubricant the lips puffy and
glistening in the afternoon sun. The boy who won the
honors of shaving Fran stepped forward and, without
getting in front of the camera gently pulled her cunt
lips apart allowing the camera to pear directly into
her dark wet passage.

Dave widened his shot bringing Vickie, kneeling and
holding a bowl below Fran's crotch, into the frame.
One of the boys handed the second prizewinner a Wahl
battery operated beard trimmer. Switching on the
trimmer the boy held the back part of it against
Fran's large swollen clitoris, moving it in small
circles, until deep moans were heard from their
victim. Receiving nods of approval from the crowed he
turned the trimmer over and slowly cut the first swath
through Fran's abundant pubic growth, making sure the
clipped hair fell into the waiting bowl.

Fran's moans turned into screams of delight as the
vibrations from the clipper and the boys probing
fingers brought on her first orgasm of the day.
Kneeling, and holding the bowl, Vickie looked around
at all of the hard cocks sticking out of flies right
at her eye level, then licked her lips in
anticipation. The clipping done, Vickie ceremoniously
covered the bowl containing Fran's pubic hair and
retrieved a shaving mug, a safety razor, a bowl of
warm water and a damp towel.

Recovering from her orgasm Fran was startled when she
thought she saw her mother watching from one of the
upstairs bedroom windows, but when she looked back she
only saw a curtain that might have been swaying just a
bit.

Wanting to extend his time in the spot light, and his
proximity to the most desired pussy in school, the
second place winner made an elaborate production of
whipping the shaving soap into a lather, and several
times tested its consistency, before brushing it over
the stubble left on Fran's just clipped crotch. Then,
picking up the razor and leaning so close he was
almost fucking her with his nose the boy began shaving
Fran's crotch in short gentle strokes.

Fran was startled and suppressed jumping only because
of the closeness of the razor to her clitoris when she
thought she saw not her mother but the football coach
watching from the upstairs window. But, again, the
figure disappeared before she could be sure that she
had really seen anything at all.

The shaving over and her, now smooth, crotch dried and
powdered Fran sat on the edge of the table. Leaning
back on her elbows, with her legs held up and apart
Fran displayed her self and allowed every boy present
to come by and test the smoothness of the shave by
running their hands over her thighs and crotch. Fran
leaned her head back and enjoyed the warm sun on her
body and the gentle touch and admiring statements of
the boys parading by.

When it was time for her first 'post shave' fuck Fran
was hot wet and ready. Fran was immensely turned on by
a streak of exhibitionism that she had never before
admitted existed. She had to admit to herself that
she loved being the center of attention with all these
hard cocks just for her. She was a bit put out
knowing she had to share them with Vickie. She was
supposed to be the star. This was, after all,
supposed to be the 'Second Weekly Fran Fuck', not the
'First Weekly Fran and Vickie Fuck'.

Fran laid back on the table and again positioned her
cunt so it hung slightly over the edge, Vickie removed
her 'clit bell' and stepped aside. Until this very
moment Fran did not know who was going to be the first
one to fuck her after the shave. To her
disappointment a blindfold was placed over Fran's
eyes. The crowd grew silent with anticipation. Fran
jumped slightly when strong confident hands stroked
her thighs. She felt a cockhead at the entrance to
her cunt and pushed her self towards it eager for her
first fuck of the day. As the hard cock began to push
into her wet cunt Fran realized that she was being
fucked by a cock that was bigger around and longer
than any she had ever felt before.

The crowd watched in awed silence and listened to
Fran's moans as the huge hard cock slowly sank into
her freshly shaved pussy. A moment of fear, almost
panic, spread through Fran. She suppressed the urge
to beg her brother to stop this monster from fucking
her. Her brother, who had quickly moved the camera,
was busy keeping his close up shot of the cock
slipping into her in focus. Fran's panic subsided and
she relaxed as best she could, listening to soft
almost reverent choruses of 'Look at that monster slip
into her'. 'Look at her cunt stretch' and 'it really
is going to be sloppy seconds for the rest of us'.

Fran felt the first tickling of the man's pubic hair
against her freshly shaved cunt and realized that she
had done it, she had taken the monster cock without
disappointing her brother or embarrassing him in front
of his friends. She only hoped that the blindfold
would be removed and she would be allowed to meet the
'man with the monster dick' as she was already
thinking of him. As the huge cock reached its maximum
penetration and reversed course Fran felt like her
insides were going to be sucked out with it.

"God what a dick." Fran shouted as it thrust back into
her bringing a cheer from the audience. Holding onto
both edges of the table to keep from being pushed
across it's rough surface by the force of the thrusts
Fran lifted her legs and spread them even wider greedy
for every fraction of an inch she could get in
penetration.

"Oh God yes fuck me." Fran yelled as each slamming
penetration of her freshly shaved cunt bounced her
breasts and made her 'tit bells' ring. As the monster
cock continued fucking in and out of her wet cunt
Fran's shouted 'fuck me's' turned into her 'trademark'
orgasmic screams. Her entire body jerked and spasmed
in time with the cock fucking her. Fran felt hot
liquid raining down on her breasts and knew without
looking that she was being showered with cum from
dozens of hard cocks.

Just as the 'man with the monster dick' pulled his
cock from Fran's stretched cunt and added his own
contribution to the shower of cum spattering on her
breasts the blindfold was pulled from Fran's eyes.
There, still wearing his backward collar was the kind,
gentle, meek Father Michael from St. Andrews.

"Just call me 'big daddy'." He suggested, with a
licentious grin, as the last of his cum dripped onto
Fran's stomach.

"Doesn't this break your vow of celibacy?" Fran asked
without taking her eyes from his huge still hard cock.

"You're thinking of Catholics my dear," Father Michael
said as he reached down and began to rub the cum
pooled on her stomach down over her just fucked cunt,
"we're Episcopalians."

"OK everybody," Dave shouted over the noise of the
crowd, "we have one more piece of business to take
care of before we can move on to our fuck fest." His
announcement was met with moans of disappointment from
the crowd of boys all sporting cocks that were still
hard despite the cum shower they had just given Fran.

At Dave's signal four of the boys helped Fran from the
table, and four others grabbed Vickie by the arms and
legs and placed her on the table. Vickie squealed in
delight thinking 'they don't have to hold me down to
shave me, or to fuck me'. Working quickly before
Vickie had any idea what was happening Dave produced
an awl and pierced each of her cunt lips. Dave then
pushed the shank of a small padlock through the holes
and snapped it closed. It was all over before
Vickie's mind had time to register the pain.

"This," Dave said holding up a key, "may not be the
key to Vickie's heart, but it is the key to her cunt."
Dave turned and addressed Vickie "Anybody who has a
key to this lock has the right to fuck you." Dave
turned back to the gathered crowd. "For today it will
be blowjobs and anal sex only for Vickie, we have to
give her knew adornment a chance to heal."

"I'm first" 'Big Daddy' said as he pushed Vickie to
her knees and pressed his still dripping cock to her
lips. Fran was picked up and her now hairless cunt
was quickly lowered onto the waiting cock of a boy
laying on the grass. Another hard cock was
immediately presented for her to suck. For the next
several hours Fran and Vickie lost contact with each
other. When they did catch glimpses of the other one,
they were always servicing at least two hard cocks at
a time. From time to time, when Fran's mouth wasn't
occupied sucking the life out of some perpetually
horny teenage boy's cock, she would glimpse up at the
second story windows. Several times she was sure she
had seen her mother, the football coach, or booth of
them standing in the window watching the backyard
orgy. But is seemed that another cock was always
being shoved into her mouth so Fran could never be
really sure of what she saw.

As the party died down Fran was dispatched to the
upstairs bathroom to bathe, and Vickie was sent along
to help her. Fran quickly checked all of the upstairs
rooms but could find no evidence of her mother or the
football coach. Vickie ran a tub of hot water then,
kneeling on the floor, washed the accumulated cum from
Fran's body, and bodily orifices. Vickie washed
Fran's hairless cunt for twenty minutes before she was
satisfied with its cleanliness. Fran stepped out of
the bath and, after Vickie dried her, sat on the
closed toilet seat and examined the small padlock now
holding her best friends cunt closed.

"You know," Fran said finally, "this is really kind of
sexy looking."

"Do you really think so?" Vickie asked, her desperate
need for Fran's approval heartbreakingly apparent.
Then Vickie grinned, "I wonder who is going to show up
with the key first." She mused more like her old self
again. She leaned forward and spoke to Fran in a
lower voice. "God who ever would have guessed Father
Michael was hiding such a monster under his robes."
The door opened and Dave entered carrying the scarlet
colored velvet robe Fran had worn for her slow march
to the 'altar' that afternoon.

"Vickie, I spoke to your mom and got permission for
you to spend another night with us." Dave spoke as he
draped the robe over his sister's shoulders. "I want
you to go to Fran's room and wait there." As Vickie
left the room Dave stepped to the door and spoke to
her down the hall. "And no playing with yourself in
any way. No fingers, no vibrators, no hair brushes,
no coke bottles, nothing." Dave stared after Vickie
for a moment, enjoying the view of her ass walking
away from him down the hall then turned back to his
sister. "I don't want her to ware her self out before
we get back to her this evening." He grinned and
winked at Fran. "Come on," he said walking toward the
stairs, "we still have a busy night ahead."

Dave led his scarlet robed, but other wise naked
sister out the back door and to his car. Once they
were away from the house Dave pulled a small padlock
key hanging from a red silk ribbon from his pocked and
after draping it over Fran's neck slipped his hand
inside her robe to explore her smooth shaven pussy.
As Fran spread her legs to make her brother's
exploration easier she picked up the key hanging
around her neck and took a closer look at it.

"Is this.." she started to ask.

"Yes, the key to Vickie's cunt." Dave answered Fran's
unfinished question. "Consider her an early birthday
gift." Dave gave his sister a quick grin as his finger
slipped into her wet hairless cunt. "To do with as you
please." After driving three blocks Dave pulled the
car over to the side of the street and turned to Fran.
"I'm going to have to blindfold you now." Dave
slipped the blindfold over Fran's eyes, his finger
back into her pussy and the car back into traffic.

Fran quickly lost track of right and left turns and
had no idea where they were when Dave finally parked
the car and, helping her out of the passenger side
door walked her up to the front porch of a house in
the middle of the block. Dave positioned Fran in
front of the door, then took her robe and walked back
to his car leaving Fran standing in the failing
twilight in plain view of anyone who might drive by
wearing nothing but a blindfold and the key to
Vickie's cunt on a red silk ribbon around her neck.

Fran's nipples hardened in the cool night air. She
heard the door open and felt hands touching her arms
encouraging her to step into the house. Trusting in
her confidence that her brother would not put her in a
position to get harmed Fran stepped into the welcoming
arms of Ms. Marshall, her lover and their two best
friends.

Fran's senses were overwhelmed by the deep piled
carpet under her bare feet, the smell of incense and
perfume, and the warm hands gently stroking over every
part of her body. Soft music played in the
background. Fran felt earplugs being pushed into her
ears then taped in place. Ms Marshall plugged the
long wire from the earplugs into the stereo, the music
safely covering their voices the four women began to
talk.

"I told you she was a beautiful creature." Ms
Marshall said to her lover and the other woman. Ms
Marshall took Fran in her arms bringing her naked body
in contact with Fran's. With one hand holding the
back of Fran's head and the other holding her butt Ms
Marshall extended her knee between Fran's spread legs
and gently moved Fran's cunt up and down her thigh
while she probed Fran's mouth with her tongue. Fran
wrapped her arms around the woman kissing her and
kissed back excited by the feel of warm hard nipples
pressing into her own. Fran moved her hips in time
with the woman's hand on her butt.

"Hey, don't 'Boggart' that girl, Helen." Ms
Marshall's lover joked after the kiss had gone on for
several minutes without any sign of breaking before
both women collapsed in mutual orgasm. Ms. Marshall
reluctantly broke off her kiss and, after tenderly
pinching Fran's left nipple, passed Fran to her lover.

"Don't worry Wilma, there's plenty of Fran to go
around." Ms Marshall said to her lover with a wink.
Fran felt herself being turned slightly and leaned
back. Another tongue forced its way between her lips,
while her shoulders were cradled my one strong arm.
Another hand roamed over her breasts then down across
her tight stomach to her hairless crotch where the
forefinger circled then flicked back and forth over
Fran's one half-inch long clitoris. The tongue
abandoned Fran's mouth and licked down her neck
circling her left breast then spiraling up to the
already hard nipple. Fran's loud moan caused smiles of
approval to appear on the lips of the women who were
watching.

"Mind if I cut in?" asked the woman on the other side
of Wilma, tapping her on the shoulder. Fran felt
herself being passed to another woman. This time Fran
was pulled into a powerful hug. Fran's head was
tilted back and she was kissed by a woman considerably
taller that her self. Fran felt like she was being
engulfed by a giantess with large pillow like breasts.
The woman moved her entire body up and down Fran as
she kissed her.

"Hey, its my turn." The fourth woman said playfully
punching the taller woman who was still probing Fran's
throat with her tongue and Fran's cunt with her finger
on the shoulder. As Fran was passed to the last woman
she was turned around so the woman could press herself
against Fran's back while she reached around and
pinched both of Fran's nipples and sucked on Fran's
neck.

"Debbie's the queen of hickies." The taller woman said
speaking of the woman now pinching Fran's nipples.

"Quit teasing her, Betty." Ms Marshall said to the
tall woman as she dropped to her knees in front of
Fran and, putting Fran's legs over her shoulders,
supported Fran's butt with both hands while she leaned
forward and ran her tongue over the glistening folds
of Fran's smooth cunt. Ms. Marshall's lover silenced
Fran's moans with a deep kiss while Betty knelt behind
Ms Marshall and began to lick Fran's feet, sucking
Fran's toes slowly in and out of her mouth.

Having never seen Fran cum the four women were
surprised by the force with which her body jerked and
almost dropped her before they managed to lower Fran's
spasming body to the carpeted floor. Betty rudely
pushed the others aside and, straddling Fran's head
slowly lowered her wet cunt onto Fran's open waiting
mouth. Fran stretched her tongue eager for her first
taste of pussy. As Betty's cunt sank over Fran's face
Fran worked her tongue through the woman's folds of
pussy flesh until she found her clitoris which Fran
sucked into her mouth and flicked with her tongue,
just as she liked having done to her own clitoris.

The woman riding Fran's mouth reached down and pinched
Fran's nipples as she rocked her cunt up and down on
Fran's head. After Betty came, clutching Fran's
breasts in her hands and grinding her cunt on Fran's
face until Fran thought she would suffocate, she
climbed off and Ms Marshall abandoned Fran's smooth
pussy to mount Fran's now available mouth. Ms
Marshall' lover took over the position between Fran's
legs. The four women continued licking Fran's cunt and
pushing their own pussies in her face until Fran
thought her tongue would cramp from all the licking
she was being forced to do.

"Doesn't it just send chills down your spine when she
cums and screams while she's licking your cunt?" Ms
Marshall asked the other three while she was taking
her fourth turn on Fran's mouth. Ms Marshall leaned
her head back and moaned loudly while her cunt jerked
back and forth across Fran's puffy sore lips.

"God that was good." Ms Marshall said as she climbed
of the prostrated young girls face. "But unfortunately
it's time to give her back to her brother." All four
women helped Fran to her feet and supported her as
they removed the earplugs. Fran appreciated the
strong hands holding her up while she walked with
shaky legs through the house and out onto the front
porch.

The cold air goose-pimpled Fran's skin as she waited
naked and blindfolded for her brother to make his
presence known. Fran had no idea what time it was or
how long she had been licking the cunts of these
women.

"Did you enjoy all of those cunts?" Fran jumped only
slightly at the sound of her brother's voice coming
from so close to her. Dave took Fran's arm and led
her out to the street. Fran felt the damp grass on
her bare feet, as well as the cool breeze on her naked
body. Dave opened the door for Fran and helped her
sit in the passenger side seat. Fran realized that
her brother had managed to get a convertible for their
drive home. The only person Fran knew with a
convertible was the Football Coach. As the car
accelerated Fran could feel her hair being whipped by
the wind.

Dave drove down quite streets at first, but then they
turned onto a noisy boulevard and Fran could only
guess that she was being taken down the 'main drag'
naked at the height of the cruising hour. Fran
surprised herself by sitting up proud and tall instead
of trying to hide. She smiled, and her nipples got
harder and her already dripping pussy got wetter every
time she heard a boy making a comment about her.
Especially when they called her a slut, to her own
amazement she was going crazy with lust every time she
heard that word. Fran felt the distinctive bounce of
the car being pulled into a parking lot and felt
rising panic as voices gathered around the car. Dave
got out of the car and slammed his door.

"OK boys," Dave yelled as he walked around the car,
"one more late night fuck before I take the slut home
and put her to bed." Fran heard the door on her side
open and felt Dave's strong hands pulling her from the
car. "Once more into the breach..." he whispered in
Fran's ear as he bent her over the car door and spread
her legs. Fran felt a warm body behind her and just
vaguely made out the sound of a zipper before she felt
the head of a large cock move twice up and down the
folds of her cunt. The boy behind Fran held his cock
at the base and pushed it into her wet opening.
Fran's moan was drowned out by the noise of the
watching crowd.

Fran felt the car move as someone climbed into the
front seat beside her head. Seconds after hearing the
second zipper Fran felt the head of a second cock
being pushed against her lips, accompanied by a rough
'take it all slut.' Fran opened her mouth and
welcomed the hard invader with her tongue. 'God' Fran
thought 'is Dave trying to set a new twenty four hour
fuck record, using my body'. Fran sucked the cock
into her mouth until her nose nestled in the boy's
pubic hair.

'I jut hope they spell my name right in the record
book.' she thought, the smile unnoticed on her cock
stretched lips.

==========================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Six
"The Prize"
by
Norm DePloom

"Just call me 'big daddy'." He suggested, with a
licentious grin, as the last of his cum dripped onto
Fran's stomach.

"Doesn't this break your vow of celibacy?" Fran asked
without taking her eyes from his huge still hard cock.

"You're thinking of Catholics my dear," Father Michael
said as he reached down and began to rub the cum
pooled on her stomach down over her just fucked cunt,
"we're Episcopalians."

"You know," Fran said finally, "this is really kind of
sexy looking."

"Is this.." she started to ask.

"Debbie's the queen of hickies." The taller woman said
speaking of the woman now pinching Fran's nipples.

'I jut hope they spell my name right in the record
book.' she thought, the smile unnoticed on her cock
stretched lips.

==========================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Seven
"Fran's New Family"
by
Norm DePloom

Dave had continued driving up and down the main drag,
pulling into parking lots where kids were gathered,
and offering his sister for their pleasure until the
early hours of Sunday morning. Finally arriving home
exhausted and still naked, cum drying on every part of
her body. Fran climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
Before she could even smile at her own slave the
buzzer under her pillow came to life summoning her to
Dave's room. As Fran left her bedroom she noticed
that a fine gold chain ran from the padlock holding
Vickie's cunt closed to the headboard where it was
locked with a matching padlock. Fran arrived in her
brother's bedroom to find Dave naked and sporting a
hard twitching cock.

"I couldn't wait any longer" he announced as he took
Fran in his arms, "I've been too busy all day to
fuck." Dave sat on his desk chair and pulled Fran
down on his hard cock with her legs straddling his.
As his cock slipped into Fran's wet open cunt Dave
sucked on her nipples tasting the cum drying on her
breasts. Fran held onto her brother's shoulders for
balance and plunged her cunt up and down the length of
his hard rod. As her own excitement grew one more
time Fran whipped her hair from side to side moaning
loudly. I'm not going to be silent, Fran decided, if
Mom doesn't know what's going on by this time she's
going to find out right now. Dave cupped and squeezed
his sisters butt cheeks pushing them together to
increase the pressure on his cock. Fran leaned her
head back looking at the ceiling.

"Oh God Damn." She shrieked. "Nobody fucks like you."
Dave clutched Fran around the waist and held his cock
buried inside her cunt while his body jerked and he
deposited more cum inside her already dripping pussy.
Dave and Fran sat and held each other gently rocking
back and forth enjoying a few moments of after fuck
peace.

"I mean it." Fran said laying her head on Dave's
shoulder nuzzling and gently kissing his neck. "Nobody
fucks like you."

"It's just because I'm your brother." Dave responded
in a self-effacing manner to her compliment. "Breaking
the incest taboo gives us an extra thrill."

"No," Fran said squeezing his cock with her cunt
muscles, "I think its because you have a huge cock.
You literally touch me in places no one else can."
Fran let her head rest on Dave's shoulder for a moment
longer then sat up and gazed into his eyes. "Except
for Mr. Roberts, he touches those places too." Fran
paused for a moment faining deep thought. "And 'Big
Daddy', you know Father Michael, he really touches
those places." Fran looked at Dave struggling to keep
a straight face. "And maybe the Coach, he seemed
pretty big when he was in my mouth yesterday."

"Why don't you let your slave lick you clean." Dave
suggested to Fran as he lifted her off his cock
laughing at her list of the big cocked men in her
life. "I don't mind if you cum again tonight." Fran
smiled at her brother as she turned and left the room.
Fran, walking back to her own room stopped to peak in
on her mother who seemed to have slept through Fran's
shrieked complement of her brother's fucking skills.

Fran, finding Vickie laying curled up on the foot of
the bed asleep, laid down on the bed then gave her
slave a nudge with her foot. Vickie yawned and
stretched then smiled at her mistress.

"I need a bath." Fran announced.

"Do you want me to run the water for you?" Vickie
asked.

"No, I want you to use your tongue. Lick me clean.
Start at my toes and don't stop until your get to my
hair." Vickie knelt on the floor beside the bed and
began to lick Fran's toes and feet. "I'm sure you'll
recognize the taste."

Fran relaxed and enjoyed the tongue moving up her
legs. When Vickie was ready to concentrate on her
cunt Fran patted her on the head. "Get it good and
clean," Fran said spreading her legs, "Thirty or forty
guys dumped cum in there over the last couple of
hours." Fran smiled as she stroked Vickie's hair "The
fresh runny stuff is Dave's." After a thorough tongue
bath the two young girls fell asleep in each other's
arms.

Dave, Fran and Vickie all slept soundly for the four
hours they had left until the alarm went off at seven
o'clock am. When Fran and Vickie hugged, kissed then
sat up and stretched they could already her Fran's mom
in the kitchen.

"Come on down here kids" Dave and Fran's mom yelled up
at them. "I want to have a little family meeting
before we go to church." Fran unlocked Vickie from
the bedpost, but kept the padlock on her cunt. The
two girls donned robes and slippers and headed
downstairs drawn by curiosity about what Fran's mom
had to say and by the smell of sausage cooking.
Fran's mom met them at the kitchen door.

"Do you want me to go back up stairs?" Vickie asked
Fran's mom, "I don't want to sit in on a family
meeting if I'm not wanted." Fran's mom looked at the
young girl then reached out and gently stroked her
cheek.

"I feel like you belong to this family already dear."
Fran's mom told Vickie, "Why don't you just do
whatever Fran suggests." Vickie smiled at Fran's mom
then sat down next to her best friend and mistress
letting her robe fall open just enough to show the
silver padlock between her legs. Dave came bounding
down the stairs and gave his mother a hug then sat
down on the other side of Fran. Dave and Fran's mom
hummed cheerily but tunelessly as she brought plates
of sausage links and scrambled eggs to each of the
children. After placing a communal plate stacked high
with toast in the middle of the table Dave and Fran's
mom brought her own plate over and sat facing the
three kids.

"You seem to be really cheerful this morning mom."
Fran commented around a forkful of eggs headed for her
mouth. Fran's mom paused for a moment then smiled at
her daughter.

"Why yes I am, thank you dear, and the cause of my
happiness is the reason I want to talk to you kids."
Their mom paused to smile at her kids, not forgetting
to include Vickie in her radiated joy. "All the time
I was cooking I was trying to figure out the best way
to share this news with you." Their mom took a bite
of toast. "I know it sounds trite, but the only way
to tell you is just to tell you." She finished
chewing and swallowed her bite. Fran had stopped
eating and stared at her mother imagining all kinds of
dreadful news. Fran's mom smiled at her daughter and
reached over and patted her hand. "Smile dear, it's
happy news." Fran smiled weakly at her mom.

"Bill and I, ah, Mr. Wilson and I have been talking
about getting married for several months now..."

"The football coach?" Fran asked in shock remembering
his cock sticking out of his pants and into her mouth.

"...Yes dear the football coach. We have decided to
go ahead with our plans..."

Fran was just barely aware that her mother was still
talking. 'How' she thought 'can I tell her'. Surely
she doesn't want to marry a man that has fucked her
daughter in the mouth.

"...He's such a masterful and dominant man..."

I can't let mom marry him without her knowing what
he's like.

"...It's been so long since I've had a man like that
in my life..."

I've got to tell her.

"...Not since your father died have I met a man who
made me feel so, well, so submissive..."

'What?' Fran thought, finally hearing what her mother
was saying. He makes her feel so submissive?

"...I'm sure you can understand that 'Sweet Stuff'."
Fran's mother took Fran by the hand as she used her
old baby nickname for her. Fran looked into her
mother's eyes and saw a familiar need.

"It run's in the family dear." Her mother continued.
"Some of us just need a good dominant man in our lives
to make us happy." Fran's mom squeezed Fran's hand
then released it so she could continue to eat.

"Your brother already knows about this." Fran gave
her brother a quick glance. His smile looked almost
sheepish for someone who was practicing dominance.

Suddenly Fran remembered the figures she kept seeing
in the window during the 'Fran Fuck' the previous
afternoon. Fran's head, and her world, spun. When it
stopped spinning Fran wondered if anything in her life
was what it appeared to be.

"You and the coach watched...."

"Yes dear."

"You've known all along..."

"Yes dear."

"You...you and Dave..."

"No dear, not yet." Fran's mom smiled at her son. "We
feel that you need to get to know your new 'daddy'
better, so we thought you should go home with him
after church and spend the day with him." Fran paused
and swallowed a couple of times, remembering the feel
of his hard cock in her mouth.

"I..I wouldn't mind getting to know him better." She
stammered, the wetness already growing between her
legs. Then Fran looked at Vickie with a worried look
on her face.

"Hey, don't worry about me." Vickie said answering the
unasked question. "I have a family reunion to go to.
You're going to have to handle your 'daddy' all by
yourself." Vickie grinned at her friend "You're the
luckiest little bitch I've ever met." Fran blushed
and looked down at her plate.

"Now Vickie," Fran's mom reprimanded her gently, "you
know I don't approve of such language." Vickie looked
down at her plate her face growing red with
embarrassment.

"Well she is" Vickie insisted quietly.

"Yes I know honey," Fran's mom patted her hand, "but I
still don't like that kind of language." Fran
finished eating her breakfast with a few anticipatory
squirms in her chair as she thought about spending the
afternoon with the coach. Once the meal was done and
the plates were rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher
Fran and Vickie went up to Fran's bedroom. Fran found
clothes already set out for her to wear on top of the
neatly folded sweater and skirt was an electric razor
and a note from Dave. "For a quick touch up. You
don't want your new Daddy to find you with a five
o'clock shadow." When Fran picked up the razor and
turned around she found Vickie kneeling in front of
her.

"Will my mistress please tell this poor unworthy slave
what to wear?" Vickie asked with total submission.

"You really get into this shit don't you?" Fran asked
the kneeling girl.

"Oh God yes!" Vickie answered with a slightly less
slave like demeanor. Fran walked over to her kneeling
slave and, placing a hand on each side of her slave's
head pulled Vickie's mouth onto her cunt.

"Then lick my hot cunt bitch." She demanded. Vickie
eagerly dug her tongue into Fran's hairless slit.
Fran rubbed her wet cunt all over Vickie's face,
concentrating on her nose, then pushed her away.
"That's what you will wear today, my smell all over
your face, and don't you dare wash it off. Now," Fran
ordered handing Vickie the razor, "Shave me and be
quick about it." This, Fran thought as she leaned back
on the bed and spread her legs, I could get into.

Well, quick is a relative term, as soon as the
vibrating head of the battery-operated razor neared
Fran's large clitoris Fran grabbed Vickie's wrist and
would not let go until after her second orgasm. After
the 'quick' shave Vickie dressed in a tight T-shirt
that was cut off just below her breasts and a short
skirt that just barely covered her thick pubic patch,
then stood in front of her seated mistress with her
legs spread and her hands held behind her back. Fran
lifted the skirt and stroked Vickie's wet pussy,
jiggling and gently pulling on the small silver
padlock hanging from her cunt lips.

"How does this feel?" Fran asked her submissive
friend.

"It hurt at first, and is still a little sore, but
when I walk it pulls on my cunt lips and moves them
back and forth across my clitoris." Vickie paused, "I
cum about every ten steps." She finished with a
giggle. Fran lifted Vickie's T-shirt and sucked on
one of her nipples. God this is great, she thought,
almost as much fun as being a slave. Fran released
Vickie's now hard nipple and let the T-shirt fall back
into place.

"If I remember right you have a couple of male cousins
that will be at this reunion, don't you?" Fran asked
as she stroked Vickie's clitoris.

"Yes, Ricky and Tom." Vickie answered breathlessly.

"You don't like them do you?"

"No, they're snotty little brats." Fran pulled her
hand away from her slave's crotch and smiled at the
disappointed moan.

"During your family reunion you must get each one
alone, show him your locked cunt, let him play with it
then suck him off." Fran loved Vickie's look of total
disgust.

"Suck off those to little brats...OUCH" Vickie's
protest was cut of with a hard squeeze of her left
nipple by Fran.

"You will do as you are told." Fran hissed with mock
anger.

"Yes Mistress." Vickie answered with real contrition.

"Now, go home, I have to get ready to visit with my
new daddy." A thrill went through Fran when she said
'daddy'. Fran had always had just two masturbatory
fantasies. One was fucking her brother, which had come
true. The other one was being possessed and fucked by
a mysterious and powerful 'daddy'. Vickie leaned over
and quickly kissed Fran on the mouth.

"I love you." She shouted as she left the room and
headed down the stairs. Let's see, Fran mused, six
blocks with an orgasm every ten steps...Fran gave up
trying to figure out how many times Vickie would cum
on her way home. Instead she thought about the
surprised and delighted looks Ricky and Tom would have
when Vickie knelt in front of each one and
submissively sucked them off.

Fran quickly dressed in the clothes her brother had
picked out for her. They were clothes she had never
seen before. Fran put on the tight fitting gold
sweater with the school name emblazoned across her
chest and the short pleated white skirt. Fran looked
in the full-length mirror and just knew that her new
daddy, the football coach, was going to be pleased
with his new cheerleader.

Fran hurried down the stairs and came to a quick stop
when she saw her mother. Fran looked her mother up
and down. Fran's mother was wearing a shimmering gold
colored blouse that draped and flowed like water over
her breasts when she moved. Her nipples could just
barely be made out through the constantly moving
material. Her mid thigh length skirt of the same
material was gathered at the waist and seemed to flow
like a waterfall over her hips, and slide over her
thighs with each step. The effect was both elegant
and erotic at the same time.

"Oh God your beautiful mom." Fran finally managed to
say. Fran's mom chuckled.

"I don't have to play the 'responsible single parent'
any more. Bill bought me these pretty clothes and I
will wear them any where he wants me to." Fran's mom
leaned closer to Fran and spoke to her
conspiratorially "I'd go to church naked if that's
what he wanted me to do." Fran could feel a new bond
growing between her and her mother.

As they walked out to the car Fran felt a flare up of
jealousy, Dave was paying more attention to mom than
to her. The bulge in his pants obviously had more to
do with their mom's barely visible hard nipples than
with Fran's short skirt and tight sweater. Fran
pouted in the back seat as Dave gushed and practically
drooled all over their mother as he drove them to
church. Why don't you, Fran thought several times,
fuck her and get it over with.

The coach met them in the parking lot and hugged
Fran's mom first then hugged Fran with a quick, very
un-fatherly squeeze of her naked butt under her short
skirt. The new 'family' walked into the church
building. As Fran headed off to the third grade class
to assist the teacher she saw her mom, with the
coaches arm around her and his hand resting on her
butt walking into Father Michael's study where the
'Adult Singles' group met. Knowing what she did about
the coach and Father 'Big Daddy' Michael (and her
mother for that matter) Fran pondered just what type
of 'Sunday School' class was going on in there.

As Fran walked down the hallway toward the third grade
room Dave pulled her into the same convenient alcove
he had used the previous week to insure she still had
the fishing weight hanging from her clitoris. Fran
stood submissively with her legs apart as Dave ran his
hands over her hairless crotch and dipped his fingers
into her wet cunt. Then Dave produced a device from
his coat pocket and after rubbing it on her pussy for
lubrication had Fran turn around and bend over.

"This," he announced as the pushed it against her rear
hole. "is a butt plug. It is designed so that it
will stay in your asshole, neither slipping all the
way in nor falling out until it is removed." Fran
moaned as she felt her ass stretch over the wide part
of the plug. As Fran's sphincter muscle relaxed
around the narrow stem of the plug Dave continued, "I
just wanted to give you a reminder of who owns." Dave
pulled Fran to a standing position then reached under
her cheerleader skirt and checked the plug to insure
its security. Fran could feel Dave's hard cock
bumping into her as he looked at his watch then
glanced up and down the rapidly emptying hallway.

"Go into the women's bathroom and make sure it's empty
then let me know." Fran walked across the hallway to
the women's bathroom door, her walk taking on a slight
'waddle' as she accommodated the butt plug planted
firmly in her ass. Fran opened the door then signaled
Dave when she had determined it to be empty. Dave
joined Fran and, giggling, the two of them went into
the same stall they had used the previous week. The
usual thrill of Dave's large cock pounding into Fran's
cunt was heightened by his body pushing on her newly
installed but plug with each thrust.

"Oh god yes." Fran whispered to her brother, "Fuck
your nasty little slave." Then Fran bit her knuckle to
keep from screaming as her orgasm swept over her body.

Fran's appearance in the Third Grad classroom, her
hair mussed and her face flush with excitement, was
met with open-mouthed stares from the boys in the
class. All of the boys, and some of the girls
suddenly became very clumsy dropping pencils, papers
and erasers which they had to bend under the table to
retrieve. Fran's exhibitionist streak kicked in and
she spread her legs just enough to give them a glimpse
of what they were working so hard to see.

After Sunday school the family gathered back together
and sat in the last pew of a small alcove off to the
side of the main sanctuary. It was a small pew with
just enough room for Fran, Dave, their mother and the
coach. Fran was seated in between Dave and the coach,
Fran's mother was sitting on the other side of Dave.

Every time they stood or knelt the coach would stroke
Fran's naked butt cheeks under her pleated cheerleader
skirt. When they would sit the coach would gently
stroke her inner thighs moving higher and higher as
the service continued. When they sat down after the
last pre-sermon hymn the coach slipped his hand under
Fran's short cheerleader's skirt and gently massaged
her inner thigh. Fran automatically spread her legs
to allow him greater access to her body.

"Maybe next week you can do pulpit service." The coach
whispered in her ear.

"What? What is 'pulpit service'?" Fran whispered back.
The coach slipped his hand higher up Fran's thigh
until his little finger rested against her clitoris.

"Each Sunday one of the young lady's in the church is
chosen to sneak into the bottom part of the pulpit."
Fran bit her lip suppressing a moan as the coaches
little finger moved back and forth over her sensitive
clitoris. "Then while 'Big Daddy'," Fran jumped
slightly hearing her future daddy use that term, "is
giving his sermon she crawls up inside his robe and
sucks him off." Fran rocked her hips rubbing herself
on her new daddy's hand while she imagined being in
the pulpit sucking on 'Big Daddy's' monster cock while
he preached. Her new daddy leaned closer, "Big Daddy
never stops preaching until he's cum twice."

Fran struggled to keep from moaning out her pleasure
as her daddy slipped a finger into her hairless cunt,
she wrapped her arms around his arm and clamped her
thighs down on his hand and rocked like she was riding
a hobbyhorse rubbing her dripping pussy against him.
Fran looked down and saw her daddy's cock bulging in
his pants and, stimulated by the sight, rocked even
harder.

Fran's first wave of orgasm washed over her, she
barely managed to cum without interrupting Father
Michael's sermon with an ear splitting scream. Fran
grinned and snuggled closer to her daddy as she
listened to Father Michael's sermon on 'The Dangers of
Sexual Sin'. Her daddy's hand never left Fran's
crotch during the longish sermon. Once near the end
he leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear.

"I hope you're a better cock sucker that this bitch
is. I'd hate to sit through another sermon this long
next week." Fran leaned over to his ear.

"You already know I am Daddy." She whispered causing
the bulge in his pants to twitch noticeably. Fran's
Daddy reached over and, slipping his other hand under
her cheerleader sweater gently pinched her nipple. As
her nipple hardened Fran saw Father Michael pause
momentarily in his sermon then, his body visibly
relaxing, grin at the congregation. "Looks like the
sermons over she whispered to her daddy."

When the music started for the final hymn and Fran's
new daddy pulled his hand out from under her skirt,
Fran took his hand and pulled it up to her mouth.
Staring directly into his eyes Fran licked her own
cunt juice from her daddy's finger then smiled at him
and snuggled under his protective arm as they shared
the same hymnal. Fran had not been too busy cumming
to notice that Dave's hands had been all over their
mother during the sermon.

As Fran, with her Daddy's arm draped over her shoulder
joined the other parishioners filing out the back door
of the sanctuary she nudged Dave and pointed to the
girl sneaking our from behind the pulpit. Dave looked
then grinned back at his sister. The girl was one of
Carla's erstwhile cohorts.

"Fran here has volunteered to be your special
assistant next week." The Coach announced to Father
Michael as they shook hands at the back door.

"Oh wonderful," Father Michael beamed at Fran, "It'll
be just like old times." He said to her with a wink.
"I'll plan a much shorter sermon." Fran blushed and
almost wiggled with pleasure at the implied complement
of her cock sucking skills.

"Well, come on Fran," the coach said taking her arm,
"Say goodbye to your mother and brother for a while so
we can go get some lunch and decide what to do with
ourselves for the rest of the day."

"Yes Daddy." Fran said with a smile.

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Eight
"A Day With Daddy"
by
Norm DePloom

Fran and Daddy
After church Fran walked to her Daddy's fully restored
1968 Mustang convertible nestled comfortably in his
strong arm, and watching with eager anticipation the
bulge growing more prominent in his pants. As the
engine roared to life Fran straddled the gearshift to
get closer to her new Daddy. With her legs spread, the
Coach pulled his little cheerleader's pleated gold
skirt up and rested his hand on her smooth cunt in
between shifts. Fran, turning her head to the right
then left to let the wind blow through her hair,
caught sight of her breasts in the rear view mirror
and was astonished at how prominent her hard nipples
were under the sweater. They grew even harder as she
watched them. Leaning on her Daddy Fran hugged the
arm that was resting in her crotch with her left arm
and let her right hand slip down his front until it
rested on the large bulge in his pants.

"What are we going to do today?" Fran asked as she
gently rubbed her hand over the material that covered
head of the Coach's hard cock, then slipped her hand
between his legs and firmly squeezed his large
testicles.

"We," the coach answered working his finger into her
hairless slit, "are going to the Promenade Room for
lunch first."

"Oohh, thanks Daddy," Fran gushed as her hand moved
back up to his throbbing cockhead, "I've never been
there." Fran, griping her Daddy's cock through his
pants, couldn't understand why she had become such a
ravenous slut all of the sudden. "Oh my god." Fran
shrieked as she took her hand away from the Coaches
hard cock.

"Oh my god what?" He asked her still slipping his
fingertip up and down her slick hairless slit.

"The butt plug." Fran shouted.

"The butt plug?" He asked.

"Dave put a butt plug inside me." Fran explained, "And
it's resting on the center console of your car. It
feels like your entire car is vibrating inside me."
Fran's Daddy slipped three fingers inside her with no
resistance. He could feel the vibrations of the car
transferred through her ass to her cunt. Fran leaned
forward and grabbed the top of the windshield with
both hands. Spreading her legs as far as she could
without interfering with the driving Fran began to
rock her hips forward and backward fucking her cunt on
her Daddy's fingers and pushing the butt plug harder
onto the center console. Fran fucked harder onto her
Daddy's hand as her hips moved with quick jerks.
Holding onto the windshield Fran leaned her head back
and let her hair stream out behind her.

"Oh my Goooooooddddd." She screamed as her lower body
spasmed so violently that the Coach almost drove off
the road. Good God, the Coach thought feeling Fran's
pussy clamp down on his fingers, that's going to feel
great on my cock. Fran collapsed into the passenger
seat her face flushed and her chest heaving with
excitement. The Coach let his hand rest on her inner
thigh while he drove the last three blocks to the
restaurant. After parking the car the Coach looked
over at Fran, sitting sprawled in the passenger seat,
her legs spread, her pleated skirt hiked up to her
waist and her wet hairless slit glistening in the sun.

"Come on, let's eat lunch." He said giving her thigh a
possessive squeeze. The coach climbed out of the car
and, walking around to the passenger side opened the
door for Fran. Fran almost spilled out of the car,
stumbled to her feet then, after pulling her skirt
down to cover her crotch and attempting to smooth the
wrinkles out of it, leaned against her new Daddy and
walked on still wobbly legs into the restaurant.

The Promenade Room was cool and dimly lit. Each booth
was walled and situated for maximum privacy. It was a
restaurant designed for sexual assignations and made
no secret of it. With his hand tightly around Fran's
waist the Coach handed the maitre d' a tip and asked
for a private booth for him and his daughter. The
maitre d' looked Fran up and down. Fran reacted by
sticking her chest out to show off her nipples,
hardening in the cool air. The maitre d' turned with
a disdainful sniff and led them through the darkened
restaurant. As they walked to their table the Coach
lifted Fran's short pleated skirt with his thumb and
caressed her muscular butt, enjoying the ripple of her
muscles with each step.

"Thank you Daddy." Fran said almost shyly after they
were seated. "That was one of the best orgasms I have
ever had." Holding the menu with one hand the Coach
reached down under the table and Fran, spreading her
legs to accommodate his hand, leaned against his arm
and sighed contentedly. The waiter arrived and the
Coach ordered their meals, complete with wine, without
stopping his obvious fingering of his young companion
beneath the tablecloth. Fran could feel herself
blushing with embarrassment from being fingered in
front of this stranger.

The wine appeared almost instantly and the coach
poured Fran and himself glasses. Fran, having only
had wine a couple of times before and still not sure
if she really liked it or not, just sipped hers
occasionally. The Coach pulled his fingers out of
Fran's hot cunt and concentrated his efforts on her
large swollen clitoris.

"Later today I'm going to have to give this famous
clitoris of yours a visual inspection." Fran giggled
at the way he talked. "You know your mother has a
large clitoris also." Fran almost spewed her sip of
wine across the white tablecloth to hear him mention
her mother's clitoris so casually. Then Fran's
competitive streak kicked in and she wondered weather
her mother's clitoris was larger than hers.

The Coach moved Fran so she was sitting almost facing
away from him with one leg up on the seat stretched
out away from him. With Fran leaning back against him
and his arm between Fran and the padded back of the
booth, the Coach had easy access to her thighs, her
pussy, her stomach and her breasts. Fran leaned her
head back against her new Daddy and closed her eyes,
enjoying the hand roaming over her naked skin.

Fran heard the rattle of dishes and looked up. The
waiter, totally ignoring the fact that her cheerleader
sweater was pulled up exposing her breasts, and that
her Daddy was busy kneading said exposed breasts, set
their lunch out on the table then disappeared again.
Fran's hand was busy inside the Coaches unzipped pants
pulling out his hard cock.

For the next hour Fran and her Daddy busied themselves
playing with each other's bodies and feeding each
other fried shrimp, scallops, oysters and other items
from their seafood platters. Then the Coach gave Fran
a gentle shove under the table.

"Time for your desert dear." Fran pulled the
tablecloth back so she could see her Daddy's face as
her wet mouth engulfed his hard cock. While Fran's
mouth worked up and down the Coach's hard shaft she
heard the waiter return to their booth and refill
their coffees without asking about the missing girl.
Kneeling between her Daddy's legs under the table,
Fran alternated between swirling her tongue over the
velvety head of his large cock and working her mouth
up and down the shaft. As she worked his cock with
her mouth Fran massaged his thighs and balls with her
hands.

Fran felt his leg muscles tighten then felt her mouth
being flooded with his cum. Instead of swallowing her
Daddy's thick white sperm Fran held it in her closed
mouth while she climbed back up on the seat of the
booth. Fran put a hand on each of her Daddy's cheeks
and held him facing her as she opened her mouth and
let him see his cum puddled on her tongue. Then she
tilted her head back so he could witness her
swallowing as his cum flowed off her tongue and down
her throat. After swallowing the last of his thick
cum Fran looked into her Daddy's eyes and smiled
seductively.

"That is my favorite desert daddy." Fran said hugging
him around the neck. The Coach drank the last of his
coffee then, pulling Fran with him, scooted out of the
booth and, after dropping money on the table, headed
for the door. Being slightly tipsy from the wine, and
sexually over stimulated from lunch with her new
Daddy, Fran turned around at the door and pulled her
sweater up exposing her breasts to the Maitre d'.

"Don't bother," the Coach told her pulling her out
into the parking lot with her sweater still up around
her armpits, "He's not interested in females." Fran,
pulling her sweater down over her firm breasts, had a
hard time accepting the concept that a male could
possibly not be interested in her body. When they got
into the car Fran, with a silly grin on her face,
started to straddle the central console again. The
Coach pushed her back into the passenger seat.

"You're just going to have to wait until we get to my
place." He told Fran sternly ignoring her pout. "I
don't want to take a chance on running off the road
again." As her Daddy drove out into traffic Fran,
with a wicked grin on her face, turned and facing the
Coach leaned against the car door. Fran spread her
legs then snapped them shut every time he looked her
direction teasing him with glimpses of her wet open
cunt.

Tiring of the teasing Fran let her legs spread wide
open and, slipping two fingers into her cunt, began to
fuck her self for her Daddy's entertainment. Letting
her head hang over the door, and her hair blow in the
wind Fran slipped her other hand under her sweater and
messaged her breasts and pinched her nipples while she
luxuriated in the feel of warm sunshine on her bare
skin.

"I need to cum Daddy," Fran moaned as her fingers
slipped in and out of her cunt and circled her large
clitoris, "Please let me cum."

"No." The Coach answered firmly. "Not until we get to
my house." Fran looked at her Daddy with surprise.
Fran had intended her request to be more of an alert
to let her Daddy know she was ready to cum if he
wanted to watch. She had never dreamed that he would
say 'no'. Fran pulled her hand away from her wet
pussy and started to close her legs.

"Leave you legs open." Fran left her legs spread as
far as she could and looked away with her lower lip
sticking out. The Coach reached over and stroked up
and down her inner thighs coming very close but never
quit touching her open hairless slit. Fran could only
maintain her pout for half a minute before she was
giving her Daddy her most seductive 'little girl'
look.

"Pleeeeeeassssse Daddy." She begged. "I need to cum so
bad it hurts." Every time the Coach's hand came close
to her pussy he could feel the heat radiating from it.
Fran began to shift her hips trying to force his had
to touch her needy cunt. It quickly became a game as
the Coach deftly moved his hand away before Fran could
rub herself on it. This continued until the Coach
pulled his hand away to pick up the remote and open
the garage door.

As the garage door closed behind them the Coach leaned
over and, pushing Fran's legs even further apart
kissed and licked his way up her slit until he reached
her large swollen clitoris. Fran moaned with
incoherent joy as he sucked her clitoris into his
mouth and flicked his tongue over it's swollen tip.

"Oh god no." Fran wailed as the Coach pulled his mouth
away from her pussy before she could cum. The Coach
got out of the car and without looking back headed
into the house. Fran scrambled to catch up with him.
The Coach, leading his young cheerleader through the
kitchen and into his front room, sat in a plush
leather covered chair and pulled Fran over to stand in
front of him. Fran put her hands on her Daddy's
shoulders for support. Fran trembled with excitement
as his hands explored her firm young body. Moving
under her skirt and sweater to knead her breasts,
pinch her nipples, stroke her clitoris and explore the
depths of her hot wet cunt.

The Coach abandoned his exploration of Fran's body
just long enough to unbuckle his pants and, after
unzipping his fly, lift his butt off the chair just
far enough to pull his pants down to his knees
exposing his large throbbing cock. Fran licked her
lips and rubbed her own breasts in eager anticipation.

"Yes Daddy." Fran whispered almost inaudibly as the
Coach held her by the waist and guided her almost
dripping cunt down onto his waiting cock. "Fuck me
Daddy, fuck me hard."

Dave and Mom
Dave held his mother firmly around her waist as he
walked her across the church parking lot to their car.
Once they were away from the crowd Dave moved his hand
up from her waist and gently squeezed his mother's
breast through the thin material of her blouse. Dave
opened the car door and held his mother's hand while
she sat in the car seat. Closing the door Dave
grinned at his mother who grinned back when she saw
him pushing his hard cock back down in his pants.
Once they were out of the parking lot Dave's mom
leaned over and, unzipping his trousers pulled his
cock through the fly and engulfed it in her wet mouth,
eliciting a deep growling moan from her son. After
three long slow strokes up and down his shaft with her
hot mouth Dave's mom let the hard cock slip from her
lips.

"It's nice having a slut for a mom isn't it honey?"
She asked her son as she stroked up and down his
saliva-covered shaft with her hand. Dave's mom looked
up to see her son blushing.

"Oh mom," he stammered, suddenly and unexpectedly
feeling very shy and self-conscious. Dave's mom laid
her head on his shoulder while she continued her slow
hand stroke on his hard cock.

"Hey, son, I'm depending on you to be just as dominant
with me as you are with Fran." She gave Dave's cock an
affectionate squeeze. "I'm just as much you sex slave
as she is."

"In that case," Dave said giving his mom a quick grin,
"suck my cock slut." Dave's mom moaned softly and
lowered her head back into her son's lap, her
experienced mouth easily sucking his entire cock down
her throat. Dave slipped his hand under his mother's
blouse and pinched her already hard nipple. Dave's
mother massaged his balls through his trousers as she
sucked on his rod of hard flesh. It was obvious to
both of them that, do to the excitement of getting his
first maternal blowjob, Dave was not going to last
very long.

"Eat your son's cum whore." Dave yelled as he put his
hand on the back of his mother's head and, forcing his
cock all the way inside her throat, shot hot cum into
her sucking mouth. Dave's Mother eagerly swallowed
every drop of her son's cum then sat up and, leaning
against his shoulder, continued to hold his still hard
cock in her hand. Dave heard his mother smacking her
lips and turned to look at her.

"You taste great." She smiled, licking drops of his
cum from her lips and giving his cock an affectionate
squeeze. Noticing another drop of liquid appearing
when she squeezed, Dave's mom leaned over and licked
it from the tip, causing Dave's cock to twitch.

"God you're good mom." Dave moaned as he turned into
their driveway and parked beside the back door. Dave
got out of the car without bothering to put his cock
away, or zip his pants, "Come on," Dave said grinning
at his mom, then pulling her out through the driver
side door. "I've got to fuck my slut mom's hot cunt."

Dave picked his mother up and carried her to the back
door. Pushing the back door open Dave carried his mom
into the kitchen and sat her down on the edge of the
counter. Holding his mother's legs up and apart Dave
sank his hard cock into her open wet cunt in one swift
thrust, banging the teeth of his trousers zipper into
her swollen tender cunt lips. Dave's mom wrapped her
legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as
she grimaced in a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck your slut mother, baby" she moaned in his ear.
Obligingly Dave pulled his cock back and slammed it
into her again. "Yes baby, fuck me hard." She
whispered clinging to his arms. Dave pulled his
mother's blouse over her head exposing her hard-
nippled breasts to his sucking mouth. Dave's mom
leaned her head back until it rested on the cupboard
door, then stroked her son's hair as he sucked on her
nipples and pounded her pussy with his hard cock.
Dave slipped a hand between their bodies to stroke his
mother's clitoris then suddenly stopped in mid thrust.
Leaning back Dave looked down to where their bodies
joined together.

"My god, mom" Dave whispered in awe, "your even bigger
than Fran." He finished as he stroked his mother's
huge engorged clitoris between his thumb and
forefinger making her shiver with excitement. Dave
looked up and grinned at his mother. "You could almost
fuck somebody with this." Dave looked down at his
mother's clitoris again and, suddenly realizing that
the teeth from his zipper must be slamming into her
cunt, started to unbuckle his belt.

"Leave them on dear." Dave's mom said putting her hand
on top of his to stop him. "A little pain always makes
the pleasure so much more intense." Dave wrapped his
arms around his mother, holding her back with one hand
and cradling her head with the other. Then bringing
their lips together he probed her mouth with his
tongue as he pushed his cock into her and ground the
teeth of his zipper into her cunt lips. Dave's mother
sucked on his tongue and, grinding her pussy against
him, used her well-trained vaginal muscles to massage
her son's cock in ways he had never dreamed of. Dave
and his mother ground their mouths and their crotches
against each other until they both stiffened and
jerked in mutual orgasm.

Breaking of their kiss they laid their heads on each
other's shoulders and gently rocked back and forth
with his cock still buried in her cunt. Dave's mom
gently stroked his hair and back as they rocked.

"Fran's right," Dave's mom whispered as she gently
kissed his neck, "Nobody fucks like you." Dave's mom
gently pushed her son away from her "Now, young man,"
she said with mock sternness, "you go upstairs and
wait on my bed and I'll bring you some lunch." Dave
turned to leave the kitchen. "And I only serve lunch
to naked people." His mother called after him as she
slipped down off the counter and gathered up her
blouse, which had fallen unnoticed to the floor.

Dave went to his own room and stripped then walked
naked, his half-hard still dripping cock bouncing with
each step, to his mother's bedroom. Despite having her
suck his cock and having just fucked her, Dave felt
strange lying down on his mother's bed naked. Just
knowing that he was lying on his mother's bed brought
his cock to full erection again. As Dave lay on the
bed and listened to the sounds of his mother preparing
lunch he gently stroked his hard cock then bringing
his hand up to his mouth and nose, Dave tasted and
smelled his mother for the first time.

Dave's mom, appearing in the doorway naked and
carrying a tray loaded with cheese, lunchmeat and
crackers, struck a seductive pose for her son before
entering the room. She sat the tray on the bed, then
climbed onto the bed herself. Kneeling on the bed
facing her son Dave's mom began to feed him pieces of
cracker and cheese. Gently stroking his chest and
stomach while he chewed. Moving closer and closer to
the large hard cock sticking up from his nest of pubic
hair. After the fourth bite she 'accidentally' bumped
into it.

"What's this?" she said faining surprise, "I try to be
nice to my son and he thanks me by sticking this rude
thing in my face." Dave's mom grabbed his cock and
squeezed it firmly while she stuffed another piece of
cheese and cracker into his mouth. "I simply will not
continue to feed you if I have to look at this thing."
She grinned at her son, "We must find a way to hide
it." With one practiced motion Dave's mom straddled
her son and sank down engulfing his hard cock in her
wet pussy eliciting a cracker and cheese muffled moan
from her son.

Dave's mom grinned wickedly at her son as she slowly
moved her hips up and down, grasping his cock with her
practiced cunt muscles. As soon as Dave swallowed his
mom stuffed more cheese and crackers into his mouth
without breaking her slow fucking motions on his cock.
As Dave chewed his mouth full of crackers and cheese
his mom leaned forward and, while rubbing her hard-
nippled breasts against his chest let her hair slide
sensuously over his face, then ringed his neck with
wet kisses.

Lifting his head and looking over his mother's
shoulder Dave saw their reflection in her dresser
mirror and was mesmerized by the sight of his mother's
cunt as it slowly lifted off his cock then slid back
down engulfing it entirely to it's base. Dave reached
down with both hands and pulled his mother's buttocks
apart to get a better view of his slime-covered cock
slipping in and out of her wet pussy. The plate of
cheese and crackers temporarily forgotten Dave matched
his mother's slow strokes thrusting himself up into
her and grinding his pubic hair against her aroused
sensitive clitoris.

As his excitement built towards another orgasm Dave
coated his finger with his mother's natural lubricant
and worked the tip into her tight crinkled ass.
Dave's mom moaned loudly and sucked on his neck as his
finger slipped further into her.

"Make me be your slut." Dave's mom whispered in his
ear as their bodies rocked in mutual orgasm. "Make me
do something you have never asked anyone else to do
for you." Dave's body was wracked with orgasmic
spasms thinking about how great it would be to
humiliate his mother by forcing her to lick and tongue
fuck his asshole.

Fran, Dave, Daddy and Mom
Fran and her Daddy arrived at Fran's house late in the
evening. Entering through the back door they heard
sounds and walked arm in arm to the door leading into
the front room where they both stopped and watched.
Dave was rocked back in the recliner and his mom was
riding his hard cock while they watched a video tape
of the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck'. On the screen Fran,
naked and blindfolded with a chain running from her
ankle to the oak tree in the back yard, was crouched
over a cock which was fucking up into her cunt as
another fucked her ass and a third stroked in and out
of her open mouth.

Fran's fatigue began to evaporate as a new wave of
lust swept over her body. With insight into her own
ego Fran realized that she was more turned on by
watching herself getting fucked on videotape then by
watching her mother and brother fucking in real life.

"Hay you two." The Coach said in his most
authoritative drill instructor type voice, causing
Dave and his mom to turn towards them. Fran giggled
at the startled expressions on their faces. "What do
you think you're doing?" The coach demanded.

"Fucking honey." Fran's mom answered sweetly. "Don't
you recognize it?" She continued as she resumed the
steady up and down motion of her hips as she fucked
herself on her son's hard cock. Fran and her Daddy
walked into the room and sat on the couch where they
could watch both the videotape of Fran getting gang
banged and the live action in the recliner. As they
watched Fran leaned her head over trying to catch a
glimpse of her mother's clitoris, she just had to know
if it was bigger than hers.

Dave grabbed his mother's waist and pulled her down on
his cock as he bellowed and ground his crotch into
hers. Fran slipped her hand into her own crotch and
gently fingered her clitoris while she watched. The
Coach and Fran sat silently for a minute respecting
Dave and his Mom's moment of mutual pleasure. After
catching her breath Fran's Mom, still laying in the
recliner with her son, turned and smiled at the couple
on the couch.

"Did you enjoy yourself dear?" Fran and the Coach
looked at each other not sure which one of them she
was addressing.

"Well, I know I did." The Coach answered emphatically
giving Fran's closest nipple a quick pinch, causing
Fran to blush slightly. Fran's Mom looked at Fran and
raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"I had a wonderful time." Fran grinned at her Mom and
Dave, then blushed deeply not used to seeing her Mom
naked and openly playing with her brother's half-hard
cock.

"Dave" The coach addressed Fran's brother.

"Yeah Coach?" Dave looked over at the man sitting next
to his sister.

"What do you think of the idea of us watching our two
slaves fuck each other?" The Coach gave Fran's nipple
another tweak as he spoke. Fran felt totally
embarrassed for the first time in days. Oh god, she
thought, I can't possibly have sex with my own mother.
Fran looked over at Dave desperately trying to let him
know with her look that she really did not want to do
this.

"That sounds like a great idea." Dave said
enthusiastically as he grinned at his sister. "Fran
got fucked by four lesbians yesterday, she should be
an expert now." Dave, his Mom and the Coach all
stared at the red-faced Fran as she sat on the couch.
Fran tried several times to say something, anything
that would get her out of this, but the more she
looked like she didn't want to do it the more
enthusiastic Dave and the Coach got for the idea.

Fran's Mom climbed off the recliner and walked across
the room toward her daughter and her fianc�. Fran
tried not to star at her Mother's naked body but the
beauty of her Mother pulled her eyes up until they met
her Mother's eyes. The Coach released Fran's nipple
and stood up making room for Fran's Mom on the couch.

"It's ok honey," Fran's Mom whispered to her as she
sat down beside her, "if this is what our men want us
to do then we must do it." Fran's Mom put her arm
around her daughter and pulled her closer, bringing
their lips together and probing her daughter's mouth
with her tongue. As the kiss continued Fran felt her
Mom's hand slip under her cheerleader's sweater and
expertly pinch and twist her nipples. This, Fran
thought, is not Mom's first time with another girl.
Fran's Mom broke off their kiss long enough to pull
Fran's sweater over her head then leaned over and,
sucking Fran's left nipple into her mouth, plunged her
hand under Fran's skirt.

Both Dave and the Coach sat on the coffee table and
watched with interest as Fran's Mother continued the
seduction of her daughter. Fran ran her hand gently
up and down her Mother's back enjoying the feel of her
smooth flawless skin. Fran leaned her head back
against the couch and moaned in total surrender to her
Mother's expert nipple sucking. Fran's mother let
Fran's nipple slip out of her mouth and leaned back
pulling Fran's head down toward her crotch.

"You lick your brother's cum from my cunt honey," she
said spreading her legs, "then I'll lick
Bill's...ah...your daddy's cum out of your sweet
little pussy. Fran pulled her Mother's cunt lips
apart and, lowering her head, pushed her tongue into
the wet cum dripping hole. Fran's Mother placed her
hands on the back of Fran's head and pulling Fran's
face tight against her well-fucked crotch, began to
rotate her hips in small circles grinding her cunt on
her Daughter's mouth.

In the shift of bodies Fran had ended up with one foot
on the floor and one knee on the couch bent over with
her face between her mother's legs, her skirt shifted
up around her waist leaving her cunt and still plugged
ass exposed to the two men watching. Fran felt a
tugging at her upturned rear then squealed into her
mother's cunt as the butt plug was pulled out of her
body. Fran wrapped her arms around her Mother's
thighs from underneath and held on 'for dear life' as
her Mother's hips began to spasm, jerking up and down
so hard the whole couch bounced with her movements.

"Oh god eat me," Fran's Mother began to scream out her
orgasmic pleasure, "eat your mommy baby eat your
mommy." Then she collapsed on the couch totally
relaxed grinning at the two men watching her show.
Fran lifted her cum smeared face from her Mother's
crotch and sat down on the couch. Fran's Mother
slowly stirred then, reversing directions pulled
Fran's legs up onto her shoulders and began to explore
her daughter's clean-shaven pussy. By the time Fran's
Mother had returned Fran's favor and brought her
daughter to a screaming orgasm leaving her draped
exhausted over the arm of the couch, the Coach had
removed his clothes and the two masters stood in front
of their worn out slaves with hard cocks demanding
attention. Both Fran and her Mother groaned as they
sat up on the couch to receive instructions from their
masters.

"We have decided," Dave began with a node from the
Coach, "that it is time for our first family fuck."

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Nine
"Mom Goes Shopping"
by
Norm DePloom

Dave and Fran's mom sat at the kitchen table drinking
a cup of coffee and enjoying the exhaustion that comes
from fucking all night. A small smile spread across
her lips as she thought about how nice it was to have
a dominant man, make, that two dominant men, in her
life again. After an afternoon of trying to satiate
the lust of her seemingly inexhaustible son, her
fianc� and Fran returned from their day getting to
know each other better and the four of them
experienced a night of unbridled sexuality.

She smiled as she remembered the whole family gathered
around the breakfast table this morning, including
Fran's new little 'pet'. I wonder what's going on
there, She thought, remembering how Vickie had showed
up early and headed directly for Fran's room. Nothing
unusual there, but when they came back down for
breakfast Vickie was unusually quiet, and Fran was
rebuffing Vickie's obvious attempts to get back in her
good graces. Oh well, Vickie probably failed to
follow some directions, I'm sure I'll hear about it
soon enough. She glanced at her watch then headed to
her bedroom hoping to get a little rest before she had
to be at work.

As she entered her bedroom Dave and Fran's mom was
startled to see her son going through her dresser and
pilling her clothes onto the bed where there was
already a large pile and beside it a very small pile.
The closet door was open and most of her hangers were
empty.

"What..." she started to demand what he was doing
messing around in her stuff, then remembered the
change in their relationship "..are you doing at
home?" she finished less demandingly.

"Oh, hi Mom." Dave said turning to face her with a
hand full of her cotton panties. "You've been hiding
behind this 'responsible single parent' facade long
enough," he continued throwing her panties into the
larger of the two piles. "It's time for you to start
dressing like the slut you really are."

"You know I'll dress any way you want me to around the
house, honey." Dave's mom replied holding her robe
closed as she sat on the edge of the bed. Dave walked
around the bed to where his mom sat and, grabbing the
edges of her robe pulled it open exposing her naked
body underneath.

"Yes, Mom, you will." He paused to look at her firm
breasts, "and you will wear what I tell you to when
you go out of the house also." Dave reached down and
cupped his mother's breasts with both hands. "God." He
moaned squeezing them, "you're even sexier than Fran,
Mom."

"Why don't you call me Martha?" She asked smiling at
the growing bulge in his pants. "It is my name after
all."

"No." Dave pinched his mothers hardening nipples. "I
prefer to call you Mom, especially when I'm fucking
you."

"I'll dress however you want me to at home, but I
still have to maintain my appearance at work." Martha
insisted looking up at her son's face. Dave pinched
his mother's nipples until she winced.

"You will dress as I tell you to at all times." Dave
ran his hand down over her stomach and through her
pubic hair. "Until you and the Coach are married I'm
your master," Dave moved his finger over his mother's
large clitoris as he talked, eliciting a moan from
her. "and I will decide what you wear."

"But, " Martha spoke through her moans, "At work..."
Dave pulled his mother off the bed and pushed her down
on her knees in front of him.

"Am I your master?" He demanded.

"Yes son." She answered staring at the bulge in his
pants.

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes son." She answered meekly.

"Then you will wear what I tell you to at all times."

"Yes son." Martha could feel the wetness oozing out of
her cunt stimulated by the anticipation of being
forced to dress in slutty clothes.

"And now " Dave said picking up the large pile of
clothes, "We are going to insure that you do not wear
any unauthorized clothing." Dave pulled his mother to
her feet then led her through the house and into the
back yard, where he tossed the clothes in a pile then
retrieved a can of lighter fluid.

"Take off your robe." He ordered. Martha let the robe
slide down her arms revealing her firm breasts with
her nipples hardening in the cool morning air, then
standing naked, held it out to her son. "Toss it on
the pile." Dave instructed his mother. After the robe
joined the rest of the clothes, Dave doused them with
lighter fluid then tossed a lit match onto the pile.

As the clothes burned Dave turned to his mother and,
taking her by the arms, pushed her down onto her
knees. Without being told Martha unzipped her son's
pants and pulling his cock out through the fly,
engulfed it's entire length with her mouth as she
watched her clothes burn out of the corner of her eye.
There was no turning back now, Martha thought, I am
the property of my son and my fiance. Dave began to
talk as he pumped his cock in and out of his mother's
wet mouth.

"After you're done here..." he spoke in between the
growing moans, "we will go shopping for some new
clothes. And some special things for your wedding
night." Dave put his hands on the sides of his
mother's head, grabbing handfuls of her hair, and
fucking his cock into her mouth with ever-greater
force. "OOOO yes, suck my cock Mom." Martha spread
her knees apart and rubbed her wet cunt with one hand
while she held the base of her son's hard cock with
the other. With one final moan Dave pushed his cock
into his mother's waiting throat and shot his cum into
her stomach. "Eat your babies cum Mommy." He almost
whispered as his twitching cock spurt down her throat.

Dave kept his cock buried in his mother's throat,
cutting off her air supply, while he watched her
desperately trying to push him away. Then having
satisfactorily demonstrated his dominance over her
body Dave pulled his cock from his mother's mouth and
pulled her to her feet as she gasped for air.

"Let's get you dressed for some shopping." Dave said
grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the backdoor.
Dave led his mother back upstairs but this time they
went into Fran's room instead of hers. Dave went
through Fran's clothes and picked out a skirt for his
mother to wear then a T-shirt. Martha squeezed into
the skirt, it was a little to tight, and a lot too
short. The T-shirt came down almost to the bottom of
her skirt, until Dave finished with the scissors, then
it barely covered her breasts.

As Martha looked in the mirror she realized that the
lower curve of her breasts just peaked out from under
the newly cut off shirt. Blushing at the sight Martha
realized that she could not raise her arms, or even
shrug her shoulders without exposing parts of her
breasts to who ever might be looking. The skirt
barely covered her cunt, if she stood still and made
sure it was pulled down as far as it would reach, but
any step or movement was bound to pull it up enough to
expose her wet slit. As the blush spread across
Martha's chest her nipples hardened noticeably under
the thin T-shirt and she could feel the wetness oozing
down her thighs.

Martha hadn't been forced to dress like this in public
since her husband had died. A rush of
pleasant/scary/exciting memories washed over her
almost like an orgasm. Dave took his mother's hand
and led her back into her own bedroom where he dug her
highest heeled shoes from the closet and gave them to
her to put on. Oh God, Martha moaned to herself as
she sat down and slipped the shoes onto her feet,
there's no way I can keep myself covered wearing
these.

Dave stood his mother in front of the full-length
mirror then, standing behind her, wrapped his arms
around her pinning her arms to her sides. Watching
over her shoulder Dave rubbed his hands up and down
her firm stomach, then as she leaned back against him,
up under her cut off T-shirt to pinch her already hard
nipples. As Dave ran his hands down his mother's
stomach towards her barely covered pussy, Martha began
to grind her hips against her son's hardening cock.
Dave listened to his mother's moans as he lifted her
skirt and, gently pulling her cunt lips apart ran the
tip of his finger up and down her large engorged
clitoris.

"Oh God," Martha moaned breathlessly as she ground her
butt harder against her son's cock, "please fuck me."

"Not yet" Dave answered as he continued to flick his
finger back and forth over his mother's clitoris until
he thought she was only one flick away from cuming,
then he suddenly stopped and just held his mother
against him as she continued grinding her butt against
his throbbing cock. Martha smiled as she felt her
son's cock twitch against her butt, knowing that he
would have a telltale wet spot on the front of his
pants when they separated. Martha stopped rubbing her
butt against her son and they just stood, watching
them selves in the mirror until Dave was ready to go.

Martha, still unsatisfied, obediently followed her son
out to their car. Dave opened the door for his mother
and smiled when her wet pussy peaked into view as she
climbed into car. Martha watched her son walking
around the car with a wet spot on the front of his
trousers, and smiled remembering the feel of his hard
cock twitching against her butt. The skirt was so
short that Martha found herself setting with her wet
pussy against the fabric of the car seat, and smiled
remembering her husband teasing her about 'pussy
tracks'.

Dave drove them to the downtown area and parked in
front of a coffee shop across the street from a
construction sight. It must be coffee break time,
Martha thought as she saw the coffee shop full of
construction workers. Dave got out of the car, and
walking around to her side, opened the door for his
mother. Only then did Martha realize that there was
no way for her to get out of the car without flashing
her naked wet pussy for everyone in the coffee shop to
see. Dave stood in front of the door and reached over
the window to offer his mother a helping hand. Martha
gave her son a pleading look, which he ignored as he
waited patiently for her to step out of the car.

Martha looked at the coffee shop window and could see
the men all elbowing each other and gathering at the
window for a better look. Blushing furiously Martha
took her son's hand and stepped out of the car working
to minimize her exposure. Once she was out of the
car, Martha smoothed the short skirt down to cover as
much of herself as she could and looked around with as
much dignity as she could muster.

"Oh, darn." Dave said with exaggerated innocence. "I
left the keys in the ignition." Dave grinned at his
mother before continuing. "Would you lean back in the
car and get them for me?" Martha looked at the window
full of men and back at her son, her face growing
brighter red. Then, still trying to maintain some
dignity, she turned and started to climb back into the
car. Dave reached out and stopped her.

"Just lean over and reach for them." He instructed her
with his best 'cute little boy' smile, the one he had
developed solely to melt her heart whenever he wanted
anything. Spreading her legs as little as she could
for balance Martha leaned over at the waist and
supporting herself with one hand on the car seat
stretched across to the keys in the ignition. As her
fingers touched the keys she heard cheering from
inside the coffee shop and turned her head to look
around her leg. Most of the men standing at the
window were openly stroking their hard cocks through
their blue jeans.

While she was turned back looking at the men Dave ran
his hand possessively over her butt checks, then
pulled them apart to give the men an even better view
of her open wet cunt, her healthy growth of pubic hair
and her crinkled asshole. With one hand on the small
of her back to hold her in place Dave slowly slipped
two fingers into her pussy, and fucked her slowly to
the cheers of the watching crowed. Finally, after
what seemed like hours to Martha, bent over in the
car, Dave pulled his fingers out of her and allowed
her to stand up.

"Bow for the nice men." Dave instructed her. Martha
turned toward the men, her face flush with a
combination of embarrassment and unfulfilled desire.
Is he, she thought with growing fear and excitement,
going to make me fuck all of these men? Her
disappointment almost overshadowed her relief when
Dave turned and walked her down the street.

As Martha walked her cunt came more and more into view
with each step and her breasts bounced working the
thin whisp of T-shirt covering them higher and higher
threatening to expose her hard nipples to the view of
those walking the other direction. Martha heard
someone call her a slut as they walked by causing a
spasm of excitement to run through her lower body.
She had almost forgotten what potent magic that word
had for her.

"You really get off being called a slut don't you?"
Dave asked her.

"Yes, oh God yes." She answered with a deep moan.

"That's because you are one." Dave whispered to her as
he turned and opened a glass door with "H of B"
painted on it. Once inside the door Dave pushed his
mom up against the wall of the hallway leading to
another glass door and pushed his hand between her
legs. "You're a slut and a whore." He said as he
pushed several fingers inside her causing more spasms.
Then Dave pulled his fingers back out of her wet
pussy. "But I'm not going to let you cum yet." He
announced as he walked her through the second door.

The second door had "House of Bondage" painted on it
and underneath that "Fine bondage equipment for the
discriminating enthusiast." Dave wrapped hi s arm
around his mother's waist then walked to the counter
where the only other person in the store, the clerk,
waited by the cash register.

"My mother here is getting married in a couple of
weeks." Dave announced, nonchalantly slipping his hand
under her T-shirt and pinching her nipple. "And we
would like to register here for wedding presents."

"I'm not really sure how to do that." The clerk said,
his eyes never leaving Martha's body.

"I'll just take this legal pad," Dave said reaching
over the counter with his other hand, "and this pen.
We'll write down all the things we want people to buy
them for their wedding, then when they come in to buy
a gift you just show them the list."

"OK, ah, is she really your mother?" the clerk
watching Dave's hand massage her breast.

"Yep, sure is. Wait till I bring my sister in to have
her brides maids manacles fitting." Dave said as he
and his mother started roaming around the store
looking at items and writing them on the list. After
looking around for several minutes Dave spotted a
'Merry Widow' corset and insisted that his mother try
it on.

"I don't see any dressing rooms." Martha said as she
looked around the store.

"Just strip and try it on right here." Dave grinned
at his mother "That shouldn't take very long. After
all you're not wearing much in the way of clothing."
Dave, and the clerk, watched as Martha removed the T-
shirt and skirt then put on the corset. The top of
the corset flared into what was more of a shelf than a
bra, intended to hold up and display the breasts. Her
nipples just peaked over the top edge like two eyes
looking over a fence. Dave knelt down in front of his
mother and pushed her legs apart so he could examine
the snap out crotch close up.

"Well take three of them." Dave said to the clerk
after he stood back up. "The Coach and I will really
love fucking you, Fran and Vickie while your wearing
those." Dave looked thoughtful for a moment. "Fran
can wear hers while she's doing 'pulpit duty' next
Sunday." Dave smiled at his mother "Oh, don't
bother," he told her when she started to put the skirt
and T-shirt back on. "I might want you to try
something else on."

Martha followed her son around the store naked while
they continued to look at manacles, leather straps,
paddles, whips and all manner of bondage equipment.
Finally they stopped in front of a display case
containing an assortment of butt plugs of all sizes
and shapes. Dave selected one then, taking it from
the clerk turned to his mother and told her to spread
her legs and lean over. Dave rubbed the end of the
butt plug up and down his mother's cunt to pick up
lubrication, then pushed it into her ass, ignoring her
gasps and moans of discomfort. Once it was fully
inserted Dave turned to the clerk.

"What do you think?" Dave asked inviting the clerk to
take a closer look. "Does it fit right?" Martha's
face turned red with humiliation, as she remained
leaned over allowing her son and this stranger to push
and pull on the butt plug to insure that it was seated
properly. Martha's humiliation increased as their
discussion of the butt plug turned into a discussion
about her open wet cunt and how wet and sticky her
thighs were. Dave finally allowed his mother to stand
up, then kept her standing naked beside him while he
selected a piercing tool and six gold nipple rings.
The final selection made Dave picked up the bag of
purchases and with a wink to the clerk unseen by his
mother turned to leave.

"Oh by the way." Dave said turning back to the clerk.
"My mom here will make a down payment on this stuff."
Dave turned to his mother "I'll met you in the car
after you've taken care of it." Dave turned and walked
out the door leaving his mother standing naked in
front of the counter. Martha's blush spread across
her face and down onto her chest.

"I...ah...I...don't...know...what...I'm...ah...I...don
't have any money...I...don't...know what I could make
a down payment with." Martha said blushing even more
because she knew exactly what she was expected to make
the down payment with.

"Oh that's ok." The clerk said as he walked around the
counter rubbing his hard cock through his pants. "Just
let me lock the door and put up the 'out to lunch'
sign, then we will see what you can make a payment
with." As the clerk walked to the door Martha's
worried expression suddenly brightened into a smile.
That little brat, she thought, he had this all
arranged from the beginning.

"Do you know the Coach?" Martha asked the young man as
he walked over to her.

"Yeah, I used to play football for the Coach." The
young clerk suddenly realized he had 'spilled the
beans' about this supposedly impromptu sexual liaison,
and grinned at Martha.

"Well," Martha said holding her arms out and slowly
turning in a circle "which way am I supposed to make
this payment?"

"That wet cunt of yours looks like it would be heaven
to fuck." The clerk said with a sudden touch of
shyness.

"Why thank you." Martha said with a shy blush of her
own. "I haven't had any complaints yet." Martha
stepped up to the clerk and ran her hand over the
bugle in his pants. Then, dropping to her knees, she
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers allowing
them to fall around his ankles. The clerk's hard cock
popped out of the fly in his boxers without assistance
from Martha. Martha took the cock in her mouth and
swirled her tongue over the head with expert dexterity
pulling a loud moan from the young man.

"Oh God you're even better than they said." The clerk
moaned as he grabbed her head and pushed his cock
further into her mouth. After a few strokes in and
out of her mouth the clerk pushed Martha away. "I
have got to fuck that cunt of yours." He said pushing
her onto her back on the carpeted floor. Then, pausing
only to remove his boxer shorts knelt down and lowered
his body between Martha's raised outstretched legs.

Holding the base of his cock the clerk rubbed his cock
head up and down Martha's wet cunt slit. Martha
gasped and her hips convulsed every time the clerk's
cock head rubbed over her large sensitive clitoris.
Martha wrapped her legs around the young man's hips
and grabbed his ass with both hands.

"Fuck me." She screamed pulling him into her cunt with
all her strength, "fuck me hard." Following her
screamed instructions the clerk began to pound his
cock into her with such force that every stroke moved
her an inch across the floor. The clerk had to crawl
forward after every two or three thrusts to keep up
with her. Martha pulled the clerks face down to hers
and fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth matching
her tongue thrusts with the clerks cock thrusts into
her cunt.

The clerk could hear and feel her screaming into his
mouth as her body began to jerk rhythmically in
orgasmic pleasure. Martha's hot wet cunt clutching at
his cock brought the clerk to his own orgasm, he
clutched Martha to his body and ground his crotch
against hers as his cock spasmed inside her clutching
pussy and filled her with his hot cum. As their
mutual muscle cramping orgasmic spasms slowly died
away Martha and the clerk held each other in their
arms and softly kissed each other's face.

"Thank you." Martha said smiling at the young man
who's softening cock was still buried inside her still
twitching cunt. "I needed that." Martha tried to look
around the store without getting up. "Do you happen
to know where my clothes have gotten off to?" The
clerk pulled her head back down to the floor and began
to softly nibble on her breasts.

"Don't be in such a hurry." He told her between
nibbles. "Dave said I could have you for lunch," the
clerk broke off his nibbling at her breasts long
enough to glance at his watch, "and my lunch hour has
just started."

"Well" Martha said lying back and gently squeezing his
rapidly re-hardening cock with her practiced cunt
muscles, "here's to a long slow lunch."

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

Slave Sister Part Ten
"Lunch With Mom"
By
Norm DePloom

Martha kissed the store clerk good bye with a friendly
squeeze of his well used cock then walked down the
short hallway and out the second door into the bright
noon time sun. Her thighs were sticky and wet clear
down below the bottom of the short skirt Dave had
forced her to wear. Feeling 'frisky' after three good
fucks on the floor of the bondage shop Martha walked
with long skirt hiking steps, coming down hard enough
on her heels to make her breasts bounce under the thin
cut off T-shirt. Her nipples hardened yet again as
she watched the men turning to stare at her barely
covered ass. As she approached the car Martha saw
Dave talking to five construction workers who all
turned to watch as she approached them.

"These nice men have offered to buy us lunch." Dave
said smiling at his mother and waving his hand in the
direction of the sweaty blue jeaned men surrounding
him. Martha was immediately surrounded, and ushered
into the coffee shop. As they walked hands felt her
bare skin and lifted her skirt and T-shirt to create
additional bare skin for them to feel.

They all sat at a booth in the back of the coffee
shop. Three men sat across from her and one sat on
each side. Dave stood on his knees on the seat of the
booth behind his mother so he loomed over her and
watched as her breasts, thighs and pussy were explored
by the men before the menus arrived.

The waitress was obviously unhappy. It was apparent
that she depended on massive amounts of exposed
cleavage and a skirt almost as short as Martha's to
generate tips, and she did not like to have 'her boys'
distracted by this slut invading her territory. After
distributing the menus the waitress turned to leave in
a huff when Dave stopped her.

"Ah..." Dave glance at her nametag. "...Betty, I just
know your going to do such a good job waiting on us
that I wanted to give you your tip in advance." Dave
gave her a wink as he slipped a folded twenty between
her massive breasts just above the neckline of her low
cut dress. Her tip guaranteed Betty became much
friendlier and began to tease the men about their new
'toy'.

"Is she really your mom?" Dave was asked for the
second time in less than two hours by the man seated
to Martha's left.

"She sure is." Dave said reaching over her shoulder
and, slipping his hand through the neck of his
mother's T-shirt rolling her nipple between his thumb
and forefinger. The man shook his head in disbelief.

"You sure don't look like the kind of slut that would
fuck her own son." The man addressed Martha "I mean
your clothes are slutty but you look a little to
classy to be that much of a slut."

"Show him how much of a slut you are mom." Dave said
continuing to pinch her nipple. Martha reached down
and began to massage the man's cock through his jeans.
Just then the Betty came back with glasses of water
for everybody.

"How big is it honey?" she asked Dave's mom as she
glanced down at Martha's hand in the man's crotch.

"Feels pretty big." Martha answered looking up at
Betty, "but not as big as my fiance's" Martha gave the
hard cock a little squeeze, "or even my son's. You
should see it, Betty, it's huge." The man's face
turned red but Martha's hand felt too good doing what
it was doing for him to complain.

"I wouldn't mind that at all." Betty said looking at
Dave and actually smacking her lips at the thought.
Dave blushed uncharacteristically as Betty frankly
examined the bulge in his jeans. "You can get a lot
more than just good service for that twenty." She
said with a broad wink.

"Hey, give her a try kid." One of the men on the other
side of the booth teased him. "You just don't now what
a good fuck is till you've been fucked by a bosomy
waitress."

"Hay, spread that around a bit." The man on the other
side said giving Martha's breast a friendly squeeze.
Martha reached down into his crotch, and spread her
legs as both men returned the favor and lowered their
hands to feel her abundant pubic hair and wet cunt.

"Why don't you take her up on that son?" Martha said
still squeezing a cock in each hand. "You might
discover there is better pussy out there than mine, or
your sisters." That brought a chorus of whoops and
yells from the men at the booth.

"You fucking your sister too?"

"God damn, you horny little bastard."

"Wish I'd had a family like that when I was a kid."
Betty delivered food to the table.

"You're coming in the back room with me." She
announced grabbing Dave's shirt and pulling him out of
the booth.

"I promised these guys you'd suck them off in exchange
for lunch." Dave informed his mom as Betty pulled him
toward the door leading into the storeroom. Once in
the supply room Betty pushed Dave up against the
closed door and massaged his growing cock.

"Are you really as big as your mom says?" she asked
smiling at his blush. "Yes," she continued, unzipping
his pants, "you are." Betty dropped to her knees and,
pulling Dave's growing cock from his trousers began to
lick the head running her tongue up and down the
underside of the shaft. Dave moaned in pleasure as he
unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the
floor. Then, after stepping out of his pants, Dave
reached down and dug Betty's huge breasts out of her
bra and allowed them to hang down over the front of
her dress while he pinched and pulled on her large
hardening nipples.

"You can only have me if you're willing to be my
slut." Dave informed Betty as he pulled on her
nipples, forcing her large breasts to stretch into
elongated cones on either side of his thighs. "Are
you willing to do whatever I tell you to do?" Dave
asked twisting her stretched nipples with increasing
force until she winced in pain then nodded her head
'yes' without letting his cock escape her sucking
mouth.

In one motion Dave grabbed her breasts and pushed her
back onto the floor then, straddling her stomach and
grabbing a bottle of vegetable oil from the shelf,
poured it into her cleavage until it ran down either
side of her neck and pooled on the floor underneath
her back. Tossing the bottle aside Dave pushed her
oiled breasts together then plunged his hard cock
between them fucking up toward her waiting mouth.
Dave kneaded her large glistening breasts like two
piles of bread dough while he roughly fucked his cock
between them.

"Fuck my tits, honey." Betty cried out. "Fuck them
hard. I love having my tits fucked by a horny young
stud." Betty's hands rubbed over Dave's bare butt
while she talked. "I can cum just having my tits
fucked, I like it better than having my cunt fucked."
Dave redoubled his efforts making Betty's entire body
shake every time he slammed his cock into her tits.
Betty held her head up off the floor and flicked her
tongue over Dave's cockhead every time it peaked out
from between her quivering breasts.

"I'm going to fuck your tits." Dave announced as her
fucked harder and harder, "Then you're going to get on
your hands and knees and I'm going to fuck your cunt
doggie style."

"Anything you want honey." Betty promised in between
lapping at his cockhead with her tongue. Dave crammed
his cock into Betty's tits forcing his cock head
between her lips and gyrated his hips against her
stretched tit flesh as his cock pulsated and spewed
gobs of hot sticky cum into Betty's mouth and across
her face. After Betty licked the last of Dave's cum
from his cock, Dave sat back on Betty's stomach then
slapped his hands back and fourth across her slimy oil
coated tits.

"Oh god," Betty begged, "hit my tits, I love it. Hurt
my tits honey, make me cum again." Dave pulled
Betty's nipples up to his mouth and sucked and bit
roughly on both at the same time, generating another
round of moans from the waitress. Looking around Dave
saw a large wood spoon, which he grabbed and began to
smack straight down on her nipples switching with each
slap from one nipple to the other.

"Oh God yes...Oh God yes...Oh God yes..." Betty
chanted and bucked her hips with each slap of her
nipples. "I'm cuming honey, I'm cuming..." As Betty's
orgasm reached its peak Dave climbed off the gyrating
waitress and pulled her over onto her hands and knees.
Then, kneeling behind her, Dave thrust his hard cock
into her wet open cunt with one hard shove. Having
buried his cock into her gapping pussy, Dave reached
under her and grabbed a handful of tit with each hand.
Pulling on her breasts for extra leverage Dave slammed
his cock into her cunt with all the force her could
muster.

Betty, her head hanging down and being slammed up
against a bag of potatoes, continued to chant 'I'm
cuming honey, fuck me hard honey' with every slamming
thrust of Dave's large hard cock into her wet dripping
cunt. Dave continued his relentless fucking of
Betty's cunt until his own orgasm surged through his
body leaving him limp and laying over her massive
buttocks, resting on her back. When Dave finally
released his grip on Betty's breasts he noticed marks
where his fingernails had dug into her tender flesh.
The two of them lay on the floor in a limp pile for a
few minutes before Dave spoke again.

"You do have a real nice cunt their, Betty." Dave said
as he rose from the floor and pulled his trousers on.
"I think I'll send the coach and Father Michael by to
pay you a visit." Betty, who had grabbed a towel and
was busy wiping the oil from her breasts, paused in
mid-wipe.

"You mean 'Big Daddy'?" she asked. Dave nodded 'yes'.
"I've always wondered why they call him 'Big Daddy'."
Betty continued as she resumed wiping her breasts with
the towel.

"Well, you pull him back here and you'll see why."
Dave took Betty by the arm and ushered her through the
door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress.

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"Why don't I take care of that obligation right now
while you gentlemen are eating." Martha said, turning
and seeming to flow off the seat, as soon as the door
to the supply room closed behind Betty and Dave.
Martha started with the man whose cock she had
compared to Dave and the Coach's.

"You really do have a nice cock." She said looking up
at him from under the table while he took a bite from
his ham sandwich. "Real thick, I like that." She
finished as she sank her mouth over his cock and
swirled her tongue around its head. The man froze
with his sandwich half way to his mouth.

"OH God," he moaned, "Just wait till you guys feel
this." He put his hand on the back of Martha's head
to guide her speed and depth. His other hand slowly
sank back down to the table where the ham sandwich
slipped from his grip and fell back onto the plate.
"This is worth a hundred lunches."

The other four men stopped eating and watched the
expression on the face of the man receiving the
blowjob. Every lick and swirl of Martha's tongue on
his cock was reflected on his face until his eyes
rolled up so far that only whites showed then a deep
growling groan could be heard from his throat.

"Drink my cum, slut, drink my cum." He moaned as his
cock twitched pumping hot sperm into Martha's mouth.
He was left sitting limply as Martha moved on to the
next man. Each man in his turn felt the expert
attention of Martha's hot wet sucking mouth. Then
after the last cock had dumped its cum onto her tongue
she slithered back up into her seat. Picking up her
sandwich, Martha took a dainty bite from one corner
and looked around at the glassy stares on the five men
as she chewed.

"Oh my excuse me." She said with mock seriousness as
she lifted her cut off T-shirt, exposing her breasts,
to dab at a spot of cum left on her chin, then took
another bite of her sandwich. The men at the table
began to come out of their blowjob-induced stupor and
ate their sandwiches with silly grins on their faces.
As Martha popped the last bite of her sandwich into
her mouth Dave wondered back to the table wearing a
silly grin of his own, followed by Betty who's breasts
were still hanging over the front of her dress
displaying her large nipples.

"See, what did I tell you about those bosomy waitress
types." One of the men at the table said then, turning
to the other men, "Well, we better get back to work
boys." Each of the men gave both Martha's and Betty's
breasts a friendly squeeze on their way out of the
coffee shop.

"Thanks guys." Dave called after them as they walked
toward the front of the coffee shop. "Betty will be
glad to take care of all of your lunch time needs from
now on." Dave turned and grinned at the blushing
waitress. "You did promise to do everything I told
you to do." Dave spoke softly before turning to his
mother.

"Come on, Mom," Dave said holding his hand out to help
her up from the booth, "We still have to buy you some
new clothes."

At the fashionable clothing store Martha followed her
son around trying to keep the cut off T-shirt and the
short skirt both pulled down far enough to cover her
self. Martha blushed furiously every time a breast
peaked out from underneath the T-shirt, or the skirt
pulled up to expose her pouting cunt lips and still
sticky inner thighs. Why, Martha wondered, do I feel
more embarrassed here, in front of other women, than I
did in the coffee shop sucking on the dicks of five
total strangers?

As each piece of clothing was selected Dave would
allow his mother only to step behind a clothing rack
so the mall shoppers outside the store could not see
her, when she removed her T-shirt or skirt to try on
the selected item. Martha blushed when she saw the
disapproving looks, and heard the mumbled references
to 'that slut', from most of the women in the store,
but her cunt oozed lubricant down her thighs and sent
urgent fuck me messages to the rest of her body.

As she modeled each of his selections for her son's
approval, Dave would slip his hands under the top, or
skirt being tired on and 'check the access' to his
mother's breasts or pussy, before either accepting or
rejecting the piece of clothing in question. Each
'access check' was made in plain view of the other
shoppers, and with lingering squeezes and pinches
before the decision was made. After making his final
selections, and paying for the clothing, Dave escorted
his mother to the back of the store.

"Take off all your clothes" Dave ordered producing the
'merry widow' corset he had purchased at the House of
Bondage, from a bag he had been carrying with him. As
Martha Striped, Dave waved at two young women who had
been following them around the store and invited them
over.

"Are you store security, or lesbians, or just sluts
who are enjoying the show?" Dave asked them as they
joined him and his mother at the back of the store.
The two giggled and looked at each other then back at
Dave and his naked mother who was blushing as she
waited to be told what to do next.

"Well," answered the taller of the two, "sort of all
three." The two giggled again. Dave looked at the two
young women then back at his mother.

"Why don't you take her into the back office and make
sure she's not trying to shoplift anything?" Dave
suggested. The two 'security officers' wasted no time
in taking Martha by her arms and walking her between
them past the fitting rooms and through a door into
their 'security office'. Dave followed with an
expectant bulge growing in his trousers.

Dave looked around the 'security office' and chuckled.
These two, Dave thought as he scanned the TV monitors
obviously attached to hidden cameras in the fitting
rooms, really do like to watch shows. Dave stopped
and watched one of the monitors. On it one of the
women who had been calling his mother a slut. sat in
the fitting room, her legs spread and her hand rubbing
furiously up and down her crotch. Dave smiled as the
woman leaned her head back and looked directly into
the hidden camera, then opened her mouth in an unheard
moan as her hips gyrated and humped against the chair.
After the woman's orgasm was over she stood up and
sheepishly straightened her clothes then hurried from
the room.

Dave turned from the monitor just in time to see the
two 'security officers' begin their 'full body cavity
search' of his naked mother. Dave stroked his hard
cock through his trousers as he watched the two girls
finish their extensive examination of his mother's
body cavities. Dave unzipped his pants and stroked his
hard cock directly when the girls insisted that his
mom return the favor and examine their body cavities.
When they were done Dave walked across the small room
and repositioned his mother so she was bent over at
the waist with her chest was laying on the desk and
her legs spread as far as they would go. As he
unbuckled his belt with one hand Dave gently caressed
his mother's ass, sticky thighs and wet pussy with the
other.

Once his hard cock was liberated from the confines of
his trousers Dave, holding his cock at its base rubbed
his cockhead up and down his mother's open wet cunt.
Then Dave smiled at the two 'security officers', who
were watching with rapt attention, as he slipped his
cock slowly into Martha's pussy. The two security
officers decided to practice their 'body cavity
search' techniques on each other while they watched
the mother and son fuck. Dave was sure that the moans
and groans, as well as the smell, generated by their
fucking could be detected clear out into the mall.

Dave watched the two girls sucking on each other's
cunts while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his
mother's pussy. Dave fucked with body pounding force
until Martha's moans reached an almost ear splitting
intensity and her well muscled cunt walls grabbed and
milked his cock while she came, rotating her hips in
small circles against his crotch and hanging onto the
far edge of the desk with booth hands. When his own
orgasm started Dave pulled his cock from his mother's
cunt and spewed his cum on the two girls who were
licking each other's wet pussies.

Dave watched the two 'security officers' grind their
bodies against each other as their cunt muffled moans
announced their own orgasms. All four of them sat
looking at each other in semi-embarrassment as they
caught their breaths and began to put their clothes
back on. Dave gave his mom the corset to wear, and a
short sleeveless dress to wear over it. The dress was
the only item Dave purchased that covered his mother's
body with any degree of modesty. The item that made
the dress attractive for Dave was the zipper that ran
down the entire front of the dress allowing it to be
opened to completely expose her body. Dave unzipped
the dress far enough to expose her breasts which were
being held up and displayed by the corset.

Dave stepped back and looked at his mother in her new
clothes then, after turning to the two girls and
getting nods of approval from them, took his mother by
the arm and escorted her out of the office then
through the store and into the mall. Martha smiled as
they walked through the crowded mall, she always
enjoyed a good fuck, especially one from her son.
Dave put his arm around his mother's waist and allowed
his had to rest on her butt, giving her a gentle
squeeze now and then as they strolled through the mall
stopping now and then to look into the windows of the
stores. Martha looked at their reflections in the
windows and admired her son's selection of slutty
clothes for her to wear.

With each step the dress shifted just enough to allow
first one nipple, then the other to peak into view
then slip back into hiding again. With each shift of
the dress across her nipples, they would harden more
and more, until they ached to be sucked. This action
of the dress across her sensitive nipples combined
with the lusty stares of men passing by, and the
disapproving stares of the men's wives, worked
together to keep Martha's cunt wet and ready for
another fuck.

"I want to find a set of books for you and the coach
for your wedding present" Dave announced as he
directed his mother into a small bookstore. Every few
minutes, as they walked around the store, Dave reached
over and pulled the zipper on his mother's dress down
another inch exposing more of her breasts that were
being held and displayed by the black corset. A young
man with a growing bulge in his pants walked over to
them.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asked without
taking his eyes from Martha's hard nipples. "Anything
at all?"

"Yes," Dave answered firmly squeezing his mother's
butt. "I'm looking for the 'Beauty' series. You know,
the ones written by Ann Rice." Dave waited for a
response then spoke up again louder. "Do you have
those books?"

"Ahh..." The clerk finally pulled his eyes from
Martha's nipples. "Yes, ah, we have those, ah, follow
me." The clerk turned reluctantly and led Dave and his
mother to the back of the store. As they followed the
clerk Dave pulled the zipper all the way down so her
dress hung open exposing not only her breasts but also
her pubic hair and pouting cunt lips below the corset.

"I think these are what you are looking f..." The
clerk turned as he was speaking. Dave, standing behind
his mother was holding the dress open giving the clerk
a full and unobstructed view of his mothers corseted
body. The clerk's mouth hung open and his hand slowly
sank to his side at which time the three books slipped
from his grip and fell to the floor. While the clerk
watched Dave, with his chin resting on his mother's
shoulder and his head beside hers ran his hands up her
corseted stomach and pinched her already hard nipples.
Then, smiling at the clerk, Dave ran his hands down
his mother's front and pushed them between her legs
spreading her cunt lips and exposing her erect
clitoris. Martha leaned back against her son and
rotated her hips against his hard cock just like she
had done earlier at home in front of the mirror.

As the clerk continued to stare in open mouthed
disbelieve, Dave pulled his mother's legs apart and
fucked two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Dave
and his mother heard a gurgling sound, almost a
strangling sound coming from the clerk's throat. They
saw the lump in his trousers twitch then watched as
the wet spot spread darkening the light colored
material.

"Oh God." The clerk moaned as he quickly covered his
still twitching cock in embarrassment. Martha slowly
licked her lips then smiled at the clerk.

"Would you," Dave asked the clerk as he removed his
fingers from his mother cunt and brought them up to
her mouth to be licked clean, "like to fuck my mother
in exchange for those books?" The clerk, who's cock
had, obviously, not lost any of its hardness, despite
its recent spewing of cum into his pants, nodded his
head in mute assent to Dave's proposition. Dave, his
fingers now licked clean, moved them back to his
mother's crotch where he stroked her large erect
clitoris like it was a small penis, eliciting a deep
throaty moan from his mother.

"I'm sure my mom would love to pay for her wedding
present by fucking your brains out." Dave informed
the clerk giving his mother a quick kiss on the neck
as he continued stroking her clitoris.

"Oh god yes," Martha moaned, "I'm so horny I would
fuck a dog if you brought one in here."

"That's fine mom," Dave answered her, "but for right
now just fuck the clerk." Dave released his mother and
she stepped forward and, taking the clerk by the hand
headed for the door leading into the storeroom.
"Mom," Dave called to her causing her to stop and turn
toward her son.

"Yes honey?" she asked.

"Do it right here on the floor." Dave pointed to a
spot right at his feet hidden from the passers by in
the mall only by a shelf of books.

"Why of course honey." Martha said sweetly to her son
despite the redness spreading over her face and chest.
Martha pushed the clerk to the floor then, straddling
him, unzipped his pants and pulled his still hard cock
into view. Holding his cock with one hand and
supporting herself with the other hand on the floor
beside the clerk's head, Martha lifted herself up then
lowered her cunt onto the clerk's cock. The clerk
moaned incomprehensibly as his cock was engulfed by
the wettest, hottest cunt he had ever fucked.

Martha leaned forward placing one hand on each side of
the clerk's head and began a slow figure eight
gyration of her hips never rising her crotch from
close contact with the clerks. The clerk mumbled,
then screamed gibberish as his cock was milked my
Martha's well trained cunt muscles. His head shook
back and fourth more and more rapidly until his whole
body seemed to vibrate under Martha's crotch.

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming, I'm cuming." The clerk
shrieked at the top of his lungs as his body spasmed
three times and shot cum into the cunt that gripped
his cock so tightly.

"Oh fucking god so am I." Martha's shriek joined the
clerk's as her body tightened and her hips jerked
sharply forward and backward several times looking
almost as if she was trying to rip the clerk's cock
from his body with her cunt.

"Come on mom, we have to go now." Dave said to his
mother as he pulled her from the almost delirious
clerk. After zipping her dress all the way to the
neck, and picking up the three books, Dave quickly
walked his mother and her still dripping pussy from
the store just as the mall security guards arrived to
investigate the screaming.

"I think," Dave said as they headed for the car,
"we've done enough shopping for today."

"Yes," his mother agreed, "why don't we go home and
fuck?"

========================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

Slave Sister Part Eleven
"Vicki's Punishment"
By Norm DePloom

"Please Fran," Vickie begged with a whine that was
rapidly becoming very irritating to Fran, "I don't
want you to be mad at me." Vickie hurried breathless
from trying to talk and keep up with Fran's determined
steps. "I told you because I thought you would get a
kick out of it." Fran suddenly stopped and spun
around. By the time Vickie arrested her momentum she
was standing face-to-face and tit-to-tit with Fran
staring into the eyes she had loved since she first
saw Fran.

"Listen you fucking little tramp," Fran hissed at her
best friend turned slave, trying to keep her voice low
so the kids swarming around them heading towards the
main school entrance would not hear. "You're the one
who wanted to be a fucking slave, you volunteered for
this." Vickie hung her head in shame as she listened
to her best friend turned mistress and love object
read her the riot act for misbehaving. Vickie swore to
herself that she would do anything to get Fran to like
her again, and if Fran would just forgive her she
would never, ever, disobey again.

"I don't know a lot about this sex slave stuff," Fran
admitted in a softer voice, "but I do know that having
unauthorized sex is a major infraction and has to be
punished." Fran could barely keep a straight face, she
struggled to keep from giggling. Fran put her arm
around Vickie and walked her over to the low concrete
retaining wall surrounding the raised yard area in
front of the school where they sat down in the morning
sun.

"It was good for you to tell me, and the proper thing
for you to do as my slave," Fran continued, "but now
I'm going to have to punish you." Fran put her hand
under Vickie's chin and lifted her head so she could
see her eyes. "I have to," she emphasized, "it's my
job as your mistress. If I didn't punish you I would
not be fulfilling my role as your mistress." Fran
smiled at Vickie and got a weak smile back.

"I promise," Vickie said sniffing back her tears, and
looking Fran solemnly in her eyes, "that I'll never,
ever disobey you again." Vickie held her fingers up in
a mock scout salute.

"Bullshit," Fran replied with a grin, "you are such a
little slut that you could never refrain from
unauthorized sexual activity. That's why Dave put that
padlock on your cunt." Fran sighed like the load was
almost too large for her. "I'm just going to have to
think up a whole bunch of punishments for you." Both
girls giggled and hugged like the best friends they
still were.

"Here's what I want you to do." Fran spoke becoming
very serious, visibly shifting from 'best friend' to
'mistress'. "Go to the Coach's office. He'll let you
use his copy machine. You are authorized to engage in
whatever sexual activity he desires." Fran glanced at
Vickie to insure she was listening. "Make up a 'Why I
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form and make about
a hundred copies of it." At the mention of whipping
Vickie became much more attentive, Fran wasn't sure
whether it was from anticipation of fear. "You are to
pass them out to every one who wants one. They are due
back on Thursday. The winner of the essay contest will
be allowed to whip you as part of the pre-marriage
ceremony on Saturday."

"Thank you, mistress." Vickie spoke staring humbly
down at the sidewalk. "You're the best mistress a
slave could want."

"If you want to kiss my ass," Fran responded, "wait
until we get home and do it for real." Vickie grinned
at Fran then hurried off in the direction of the
Coach's office.

Fran sat and brooded for several minutes. She was used
to having Dave's attention in the morning. Sure he had
fucked her first thing this morning, but it wasn't the
same, he was noticeably distracted. All the time he
was pumping his cock in and out of her cunt he was
talking enthusiastically about what he was going to do
with their mother that day. If there was one thing
that Fran just could not stand it was not being the
main focus of whoever was fucking her. This was the
first time since her brother had first raped her that
she had been left unsatisfied by one of his fuckings.

The Coach had fingered her still sticky cunt all the
way to school but that seemed to only make matters
worse. God damn, she thought, he didn't even make me
wear rubber bands or weights on my nipples this
morning. Fran was on the verge of tears. How dare he
ignore me so he can play with our slut mother, Fran
thought. Fran felt sorry for Vickie, she knew that her
own frustration was causing her to treat Vickie worse
than she normally would. Fran felt a depression coming
on. She desperately needed a good fucking but did not
feel that she could depend on her brother and master
to have made arrangements for her needs to be met.

Just as Fran's thoughts reached their darkest she was
distracted by a small white disk that came flying over
her head and landed on the sidewalk between her feet.
The disk spun on its edge for a moment then slowly
wobbled like a coin and finally laid flat on the
concrete. Fran stared at the red 'FF' that stood for
'Fran Fucker', the badge that was supposed to give its
bearer total access to Fran's body. Fran craned her
neck and looked up over her shoulder to see Steve,
Carla's brother staring down at her with a silly grin
on his face.

"Dave said you were supposed to come with me." Steve
handed Fran a folded up piece of paper, then continued
as Fran unfolded it. "He said you were to help me, and
that I could have you any time I wanted during the
day." Fran glanced up from the note and saw Steve's
face turn red with embarrassment. Gees, Fran thought,
this guy has been involved in gang fucking me twice
and he's blushing.

Fran looked back down at the note.

Fran,
Go (and cum) with Steve today
Dave

Fran did not even have to look at the name at the
bottom, the handwriting and the stupid joke were
enough to tell her that this note did indeed come from
her brother. Fran looked back up at Steve.

"We'll, what are we doing today?" Fran asked wondering
why she would be given to the brother of her worst
tormentor for the day. Steve jumped down from the low
retaining wall and sat beside Fran.

"We're going to cut classes this morning and go get
some compromising pictures and video's of Carla."
Steve grinned evilly at Fran. "I promised Dave I'd get
pictures that Carla would do abso-fucking-lutely any
thing to keep from being made public." Fran began to
share Steve's evil grin as she tried to imagine Carla
doing anything that would put her in jeopardy of
blackmail. Fran leaned towards Steve and, after
snaking her tongue in and out of his ear said, "Let's
go".

As they stood up Fran began to think that Steve's
blushes were 'kinda' cute. Fran and Steve walked arm
in arm out to the student parking lot, where they got
into Steve's old beat up Volkswagen bus and drove in
embarrassed silence to Steve's house.

-------------------------------

Vickie hurried to the Coach's office eager to prepare
her contest forms and get back in time for first
period. As Vickie entered his office the Coach looked
up and smiled at her, then raised his eyebrows
questioningly.

"Fran said that you would let me use your copy
machine." Vickie said looking at the Coach hopefully,
when the Coach did not respond she continued. "She
also said I was to participate in whatever sexual
activities you wanted." Vickie added with a sly wink.

"What is it you need to copy?" the Coach asked as he
stood and walked around to lean against the front of
his desk. Vickie did not fail to notice the bulge
growing in his Dockers. Vickie pulled out a piece of
notebook paper and explained the "Why I want to whip
Vickie" essay contest to the coach.

"What are you being punished for?" Vickie's bravado
wilted under the Coach's practiced glare.

"I disobeyed." She said meekly.

"What did you do?" The Coach continued his
interrogation.

"I fu...ah...I...ah...had sex when I wasn't supposed
to." The red-faced Vickie answered staring at the
floor.

"You managed to fuck with your cunt locked shut?" The
Coach asked with amazement.

"No. I...ah...I had...ah...anal..." Vickie stammered
with growing humiliation.

"You let somebody fuck your ass without your mistress'
permission?" The coach asked bluntly.

"Yes." Vickie said relieved that the facts were now
out.

"OK," The Coach continued, "You can use my office to
make up your form and print copies of it. Why don't
you use my PC," the Coach gestured at the computer
setting on his desk, "and make it a really official
looking entry form?" The Coach locked the door to his
office, "but you have to do it naked, and with my cock
up your ass."

Vickie could barely contain her excitement. She had
not confided this in anyone yet, but Dave had
definitely locked the wrong orifice. Ever since the
first time a boy had slipped his cock into her back
hole Vickie had been a real 'anal' slut, preferring to
have a cock in her ass than one in her cunt.

The Coach walked back behind his desk and after
dropping his trousers and boxer shorts around his
ankles sat in his desk chair with his large hard cock
sticking straight up and waiting with eager spasmodic
jerks for Vickie's tight ass. Vickie, only wearing a
T-shirt and short skirt, was naked and kneeling in
front of the coach almost before his trousers hit the
floor.

Vickie firmly massaged the Coach's balls and cock
while she swirled her tongue around his cockhead.
Then, without taking her lips from his cock, Vickie
pulled her purse over and felt around inside it until
her hand immerged with a small bottle of sex
lubricant. No anal slut should leave home without it,
she thought as she pulled her mouth from the large
hard cock and began to rub the clear jell over the
twitching rod.

Once Vickie was satisfied with the slickness of the
Coach's cock she stood up and, after turning around so
the Coach could view the action, cocked her leg up and
wiped the excess lubricant onto her tight crinkled
hole. As she started to lower her self onto the
Coach's waiting erection, the Coach put his hands on
her waist and guided her shiny glistening hole onto
the head of his equally shiny cock.

Vickie and the Coach sighed in unison as his rock hard
cock slipped into her tight hot ass. Vickie leaned
back and, resting her head on the Coach's shoulder
slowly gyrated her hips grinding her stretched
sphincter on the Coach's kinky pubic hair.

"Oh God," Vickie moaned, "I love hard cock up my ass."
While Vickie gyrated on his hard cock the Coach
reached around her and played with the small gold
padlock holding her cunt lips closed. Vickie reached
up and ran her hand through the Coach's hair then,
turning her head, pulled the Coach's lips to hers and
fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth.

"Don't you think you better get busy on that 'Why I
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form?" The Coach
asked breaking off their deep tongue kiss. Moaning,
Vickie rocked forward and began to type on the
computer keyboard while she continued gyrating her
hips and grinding her ass on the Coach's cock.

Every time Vickie got distracted from her form
designing task, the Coach would pinch one of her
nipples until she winced then direct her to get back
to work. In between nipple pinches the Coach caressed
her back, sides and thighs with his right hand and
stroked her clitoris with his left. During all of this
the Coach looked over Vickie's shoulder and gave her
advice and suggestions for her form. The form
designing and ass fucking lasted for almost a half
hour before Vickie was ready to hit the 'print' icon
and send her masterpiece to the printer.

As soon as the printer started Vickie turned her upper
body and brought her lips to the coaches and sucked
his tongue onto her panting mouth. While she sucked on
the Coach's tongue, Vickie began to pump her ass up
and down the length of his hard cock. As her orgasm
approached Vickie abandoned the Coach's tongue and,
turning back around placed one hand on each of the
chair's arms and with her feet beside the coach's
thighs on the seat began to pump her whole body up and
down. The Coach looked down between their sweaty
bodies and watched his cock slipping into and out off
the young girls tight, stretched ass, as he held onto
her hips to help support her.

"Oh god," Vickie screamed, "Fuck my hot ass Coach.
Fuck my ass hard." The chair began to jump and slid
around on the floor with each of Vickie's thrusts on
and off of the Coach's cock. Afraid that the chair
might collapse the Coach got his feet under him then
in one swift move stood up and pushed Vickie face down
onto his desk beside the computer monitor. Still
holding onto her hips the Coach slammed his cock in
and out of Vickie's ass with such force that his desk
scooted an inch across the floor with each thrust.

Burying his cock into her ass for one final time the
coach grabbed a handful of Vickie's hair and, pulling
her head up off the desk yelled "Take my cum you dirty
little whore bitch", then shot his cum into her
bowels.

"God yes, fuck my slutty ass." Vickie screamed back as
she ground her ass against the Coach's crotch. Then
the coach collapsed on top of Vickie with his cock
still buried inside her. When their heads quit
swimming the Coach stood up and pulled Vickie off the
desk onto her knees facing him.

"I don't have time to go wash, so lick my cock clean
for me." Without hesitation Vickie began licking the
Coach's cock and balls.

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As Fran and Steve walked into his bedroom, Steve
rapidly picked up several pieces of dirty underwear
from the floor and, blushing even more than before,
tossed them into his closet and closed the door. Fran
sat down on Steve's unmade bed and looked at him
expectantly, causing another blush from the teenage
boy.

"What are we doing here?" She finally asked. "And why
would you help us get back at Carla?"

"Carla may be my sister," Steve answered staring at
Fran's T-shirt covered nipples while he pulled a
straight back chair over and sat in front of Fran,
"but she is a fucking bitch and I'd love to help you
guys get even." Steve licked his lips before
continuing. Fran smiled to herself enjoying the boy's
embarrassment. "Besides Dave told me I would be
forever banned from fu...ah...having sex with you if I
didn't."

"And if you did," Fran continued for him, "you'd get
to have me all to yourself for the day. Right?" Steve
nodded his head yes, still staring at her chest. Fran
rolled her eyes then, grabbing the bottom of her T-
shirt stripped it over her head and tossed it aside in
one fluid motion, exposing her bare breasts topped
with large red, hard nipples. Fran almost giggled out
loud when she saw Steve's mouth drop open.

"You've seen these before." Fran stated as she cupped
her breasts and held them out toward Steve. "You've
seen a whole lot more than that." Fran paused to give
what she hoped was a seductive look, which was totally
lost on the blushing boy.

"Hey Steve," Fran released her breasts and put both
hands on Steve's knees, "you've fucked me several
times already, what's all the embarrassment about?"
Steve looked away from Fran his blush growing even
deeper. "Come on, Steve, tell me." Fran's voice took
on a demanding tone that she had been practicing on
Vickie.

"I...I've...never been alone with a girl before."
Steve finally admitted. Fran's face softened when she
heard the boy's admission.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Fran asked seriously
then grinned, "Other than me at Dave's little orgies I
mean." Fran's face turned more serious again. "You've
never fucked a girl just you and her?" Steve shook his
head 'no'. "Well, you just let me take care of that."
Fran said as she dropped down onto her knees and began
to unbuckle his belt.

"Now," Fran continued as she pulled his cock from his
pants and began to stroke it with her hand. "I'm going
to suck on your cock for awhile," Fran paused to swirl
her tongue around the swelling head of Steve's growing
cock., "and I want you to think of something that you
never thought you'd be able to ask a girl to do." Fran
enveloped his entire half-hard cock in her wet mouth
then released the cock and licked up and down its
underside.

"Remember I'm your sex slave for today," Fran looked
directly into Steve's eyes as she continued to stroke
his now wet and fully erect cock. "And I have to do
what ever you want." Fran felt Steve's cock twitch in
her hand as she emphasized 'have to'. Fran once again
pulled his cock into her mouth and swirled her expert
tongue around its head. With her left hand Fran firmly
stroked the base of Steve's cock and with her right
hand she massaged his balls.

"Oh Godddddd." Steve moaned then shot his first spurt
of cum into Fran's throat. Fran held his cock and
balls while she sucked every drop of cum from him.
When his cock stopped twitching Fran remained kneeling
between his knees and laid her head on his thigh while
she watched his cock begin to shrink in her hand.

"Did you think of anything special you want me to do?"
Fran looked up at Steve.

"Yes, there is one thing," Steve said still
embarrassed at the thought of what he was going to ask
her. "But it will have to wait, we have to get things
ready for Carla."

Fran, wearing only her short skirt and with her naked
breasts gently bouncing and swaying with each step,
followed Steve out into the back yard where they hid a
microphone in some bushes beside the patio. Then they
carefully ran the wire through the bushes and behind
patio furniture then up the downspout and into Steve's
second story bedroom window. Or more accurately Steve
hid the microphone and ran the wire while Fran helped
by rubbing her bare breasts against him and massaged
his bulging crotch whenever she got the chance.

"How come your dogs in a cage?" Fran asked pointing to
the large St Bernard as she 'helped' Steve with his
work.

"That's not a cage, that's a dog run." Fran shrugged
her shoulders unable to see the distinction.

When they finished they went back to Steve's room and
set up a video camera and a still camera. The cameras
were barely in place before they heard Carla enter the
house and shout hello a few times to verify that the
house was empty. Steve signaled Fran to be quite as
they stood behind the bedroom door so Carla would not
see them as she went into her bedroom then came out a
few minutes later completely nude and headed down the
stairs.

As soon as Carla was down the stairs Fran and Steve
moved to their positions, Fran running the video
camera and Steve the still camera. Carla walked across
the patio then laid down on the chase lounge right
beside the bush where they had hidden the microphone.

Zooming in for a close up shot Fran taped Carla as she
rubbed suntan lotion onto her body. Carla started at
her feet and worked her way up her calves and thighs,
avoiding her cunt for now, and over her stomach. Fran
decided that Carla must have been concerned about her
breasts getting too much sun since she spent the next
fifteen minutes applying lotion to them, especially
the now hard nipples.

Steve adjusted the sound level to insure they would
record every moan now coming from Carla's throat as
she moved her lotion applying activity back down over
her stomach then, after spreading her legs
concentrated on her cunt. Fran almost giggled as she
taped Carla's orgasmic moans and gyrations. As the
gyrations died down Fran removed her eye from the
camera's eyepiece and pulled her own skirt out of the
way so she could give her own wet cunt a few quick
strokes.

"Wait," Steve whispered, "she's not done yet." Fran
reluctantly abandoned her own dripping pussy to
continue recording Carla's activity just in time to
catch her standing up and walking naked across the
yard to release the dog from the run. The St Bernard
nuzzled Carla's crotch all the way back to the chase
lounge. Carla would giggle and tell the dog to wait
each time his cold nose was pushed into her crotch.

Fran watched through the zoom lens of the camera as
Carla lay back down on the chase lounge then said
'here boy' and invited the dog between her legs. The
dog, obviously no stranger to Carla's pussy, began to
lap at her cunt with his large wet tongue. Soon
Carla's body was trembling and twitching and her head
was jerking back and forth.

"Oh god lick my cunt Buster," she began to moan, "lick
my hot cunt." Carla reached down and scratched the
dog's ears as his tongue worked up and down her open
cunt. "Make your sweetie cum Buster, make me cum
hard." Now Fran understood why Carla would do 'abso-
fucking-lutely', to quote Steve, anything to keep
these pictures secret. As she taped Buster licking his
mistress through another body jerking orgasm Fran,
almost, felt sorry for Carla.

After her clandestine show was over Carla scratched
Buster's head and told him what a good dog he was then
put him back in his run. Fran and Steve once again
stood behind his bedroom door as Carla went into her
room and came out dressed a few minutes later and left
the house. When Fran heard the front door slam shut
she wasn't sure if she wanted to roll on the floor
with laughter, or rape the poor boy who was now at her
mercy.

"Well," Fran asked as she dropped her skirt and stood
in front of Steve totally naked thrusting her breasts
out as far as she could, "what is this thing you want
me to do?" Steve blushed again and looked at the
floor.

"Could you stand by the bed with your legs spread and
lean way over until your head in on the mattress?"
Steve asked without looking up. Fran's expression
reflected her confusion. It sounded for all the world
like Steve wanted to fuck her ass, but surely he had
already done that at one of the 'Weekly Fran Fucks'
sponsored by Dave. Or, at the very least he'd seen the
other guys doing it.

Oh well, Fran though as she turned around and assumed
the requested position, if this is what he wants I'll
let him have it. Steve, with his trousers still on
knelt behind Fran and with a gentle reverent touch ran
his hands over her legs and butt. Fran watched upside
down from between her legs as Steve parted her butt
cheeks and slowly brought his mouth to her ass.

Steve ran his tongue quickly and lightly over and
around Fran's crinkled sphincter for several minutes
before he stiffened his tongue and began to push it
into her rear hole. Fran was overwhelmed both with the
wonderful feelings being generated by the soft
referent tongue action and by the attitude of almost
worship from Steve. His caressing of Fran's legs and
butt grew more robust as Steve's tongue fucking of her
asshole grew more and more fevered.

"Oh yes Steve, that's wonderful." Fran moaned as she
reached back and began to finger her cunt while she
arched her back to make her asshole more available to
her young worshiper. "Oh god that feels good...don't
stop...oh
yes...oh...godddd...oooooooooyesssssssss...yes...yes..
.yes...do it...oh god...oh...oh...oh...GOD DAMN THAT
FEELS FUCKING GREAT." Fran's hips began to jerk in
sharp fucking motions as her vocalizations degenerated
into a long guttural scream, followed by Fran's
collapsing on the bed panting. Steve sat in the chair
and watched Fran as she recovered from her body
shaking orgasm.

"That's what you wanted to do?" Fran asked as she sat
up on the edge of the bed.

"No," Steve grinned shyly, "I was just demonstrating
what I want you to do to me."

"After an orgasm like that, I'll do anything." Fran
answered as she stood up and made room for Steve to
remove his trousers and assumed the same position Fran
had just been in. Fran knelt behind Steve and began
with the same reverent caresses of his thighs and butt
as he had given to her. Then, spreading his butt, Fran
brought her mouth to his ass and showered it with
light almost tickling licks before she also stiffened
her tongue and began to work it into the tight hole.

As Fran fucked her tongue in and out of his rapidly
loosening sphincter she massaged his balls and cock
with firm strokes. Fran continued working her tongue
in his ass and stroking his cock until she felt his
sphincter muscle clamping down on her tongue and her
waiting hand being filled with his sticky hot cum.

After his orgasm, it was Fran's turn to sit in the
chair and wait for Steve to catch his breath. Fran sat
patiently until Steve sat up on the edge of the bed
then, after showing him what she still held in her
hand, brought her hand up to her mouth and poured his
cum from her palm onto her waiting tongue. After
swallowing the portion of his cum that dripped onto
her tongue Fran, while continuing to stare directly
into his eyes rubbed the rest on her naked breasts
like it was suntan lotion.

"Remind you of anybody you know?" Fran asked with a
sly grin after she imitated Carla's moaning.

==================================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Slave Sister Part Twelve
"Slave's Revenge"
by
Norm DePloom

After Steve watched Fran rub his cum into her breasts
and imitate his sister's masturbatory moans he jumped
up from the bed and moved to the window where the
cameras were still set up and ready to go.

"Hey, I've got a great idea." Fran stopped her breast
rubbing and moaning and turned toward Steve with a
questioning look. "You go down to the patio and do
yourself on the lounge and I'll film it on the same
tape with Carla."

"Well..." Fran responded questioningly.

"Hey, it's ok." Steve assured her. "This tape is
going directly to Dave." Steve looked over at Fran.
"Really, I won't even get a copy of it."

"OK" Fran finally agreed with a grin. Then stood up
and walked towards the door.

"Oo...Oo...I got a great idea." Steve said grabbing
her arm and pulling her to a stop. "Follow me." He
demanded as he pulled Fran out of his room and to the
door to Carla's room. "Hang on." Steve said after he
wiggled the locked doorknob. "I'll be right back with
my key." Steve returned from his room with a
screwdriver. Getting down on one knee Steve examined
the shaft of the doorknob closely then placed the
screwdriver blade carefully against it. One sharp
'thunk' of his palm against the screwdriver handle and
the knob popped off of Carla's bedroom door and spun
on the floor. Steve stuck the blade into the hollow
shaft and twisted the screwdriver. Just as Fran heard
the hollow thump of the inside knob popping out of the
locked position the door swung open and Steve led Fran
into his sister's room. Steve opened the top drawer
of Carla's dresser and fished around behind her
panties until his hand emerged holding a large
vibrator.

"Why don't you use her very own personal vibrator."
Steve suggested as he turned to grin at Fran.

"Carla makes a big deal about being a virgin." Fran
said thoughtfully as she took the vibrator from Steve
and stroked it as if it was a cock. "It's obvious her
virginity is just a technicality." Anxious to get the
filming started Steve took Fran by the arm and tried
to pull her from the room. Steve's arm seemed to
stretch then pull him back into the room as Fran stood
motionless in deep thought.

"I've got a better idea..." Fran informed Steve

Steve listened to Fran's plan with growing excitement,
and a growing dick. Yes, he thought repeatedly as she
gave instructions, yes yes. Steve, ignoring his naked
and erect state, ran out into the back yard and
collected the microphone. Then, after collecting the
cameras and some lights he rushed back to his sister's
room. God, he thought as he stopped to stroke his
throbbing cock every few minutes, this is going to be
fucking great.

When Steve re-entered Carla's room he found Fran
dressed in his sister's favorite nightgown. Lying on
the bed with her back to the door and the pillow
hiding her hair, Fran looked very much like Carla.
Steve set up the lights, then the video camera.

"Are you ready?" He asked the girl on the bed as he
set the microphone down on the dresser, just out of
the camera's frame. He heard a muffled 'Uh-hu' from
the bed and turned on the video camera. "OK, action."
Steve picked up the still camera and began to snap
pictures with his left hand while he stroked himself
with his right.

Fran slowly turned onto her back and, keeping her head
hidden by the pillow ran her hands over her nightgown-
covered breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs.
Doing her best 'Carla moan', Fran slowly pulled the
night gown off her thighs then, after slowly lifting
and spreading her legs, began to rub her cunt in slow
circles with her open hand. Fran rubbed her wet cunt
and large sensitive clitoris while carefully keeping
her legs at the proper angle to hide her smooth shaved
pussy from the camera.

Reaching over her head Fran retrieved the vibrator
from the bedside table. After flipping the switch to
'high' she began to rub it over her hard, still
nightgown-covered, nipples. Fran ran the vibrator
down her stomach and began to run little circles
around her clitoris with the vibrating plastic
appliance. Her moans grew deeper and more raucous but
continued to sound remarkably like Carla's.

"Oh God," Fran almost shouted as she slipped the
vibrator into her open wet cunt. Still trying to
sound like Carla, Fran continued. "Fuck me Steve. Fuck
you're sister." Steve's cock throbbed when he heard
Fran say 'fuck your sister'. Steve continued to tape
Fran's impersonation of his sister fucking herself
with her vibrator for another five minutes before the
strain got too much for him and he abandoned the still
camera to join Fran on the bed.

"Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me." Fran yelled as he
climbed onto the bed, making only a token effort to
continue impersonating Carla through her own very real
lust. "Oh God, yes." Fran shouted as Steve's cock
slipped into her dripping cunt. "That feels so fucking
good." Steve pushed the nightgown up baring Fran's
breasts and hard nipples for his eager sucking mouth.
Fran and Steve, wanting to perpetuate the illusion
that she was Carla, continued to hide her head and her
hairless cunt while they fucked for the camera.

"Fill your sister with incestuous cum brother." Fran
demanded through her orgasmic moans as she felt
Steve's body tighten and his cock twitch, filling her
hot cunt with his thick white liquid. "Oh god yes,"
Fran continued, "I love fucking my brother." She
finished honestly.

Steve and Fran lay in each other's arms for a few
minutes catching their breaths. Then Steve, his
softening cock still dripping cum, climbed out of the
bed and walked behind the camera. Fran ran her hands
slowly over her crotch and thighs, rubbing the sex
juices into her skin and moaning soft relaxed 'after
orgasm' moans.

"I never knew how much fun it could be to fuck my own
brother." She said still hiding her head from the
camera. "Until I tried it." After a moment for
dramatic effect Fran peeked over the edge of the
pillow directly into the camera lens. "And you should
try it too Carla." Fran winked at the camera before
continuing, "Steve is one hell of a good fuck." Fran
picked up Carla's vibrator and looked at it
critically. "Much better than this nasty old
vibrator."

Fran swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat
up. After spreading her legs Fran ran the vibrator up
and down her smooth, shaved cunt. "I'll load it up
with Steve's cum for you." Fran leaned her head back
enjoying the feel of the vibrator tip penetrating
slightly between her wet cunt lips. "So Carla," Fran
continued as she stared into the camera lens once
again, her hand still moving the vibrator over her
pussy. "By the time you see this tape you'll have
already fucked your brother, at least symbolically."
Fran grinned at the camera. "And I've pretty well
fucked you now, symbolically of course." Fran's grin
spread across her face. "Just remember, the best is
yet to come."

Steve turned off the video camera and the two of them
began to laugh almost hysterically. As the laughter
died down they put the cameras back into Steve's room
and straightened Carla's room.

"I hope she doesn't wash that before she uses it."
Fran said as Steve returned the vibrator to its place
at the back of Carla's panty drawer.

"No, she always washes it when she's done." Steve
answered automatically then stopped with his hand half
way out of his sister's panty drawer to look over at
Fran who was appraising him thoughtfully.

"And just how do you know so much about your sister's
masturbation habits?" Fran asked putting on a mock
maternal sternness. She almost giggled when Steve
blushed and stared at the floor before answering.

"I'll show you." He said with obvious embarrassment as
he closed his sister's panty drawer and took Fran back
into his own room. Taking Fran into his closet Steve
closed the door behind them. Fran heard Steve moving
some clothes to the side and saw what looked like a
small bright light. "Put you eye up to it." Steve
suggested. Fran moved her head closer to the back
wall of the closet and found her self looking through
a small hole directly at Carla's bed. "I've been
watching Carla masturbate almost my whole life." Fran
could hear Steve's embarrassment in his simple
statement.

As Steve opened the closet door Fran looked below the
hole to verify the existence of what appeared to be
several years worth of cum stain build up on the wall.
Then she smiled at Steve and rubbed her still naked
body against his as she pushed her way out of the
smell closet.

"To bad you couldn't sneak me in there some night."
Fran teased him with a grin. "Then you would have a
better place to leave your cum than on the wall."
Steve's blush seemed to spread over his entire body.
"You really do want to fuck your sister, don't you?"
Fran's voice became serious as she asked the question.
Steve's all over blush darkened.

"Yes..." he paused not sure if he should really admit
such a thing. "Yes, I do, I've always wanted to fuck
her." Fran stepped over to Steve and touched his face
gently. "I could tell." Fran leaned close to him and
kissed him on the lips. "I won't tell anyone." She
promised. "Not even Dave or Vickie." Steve smiled at
her weakly.

"Thank you."

"But," Fran suddenly grinned at him again, "if you
ever want help making that dream come true," Fran
winked at him then continued, "we'd be the best ones
for the job." Steve returned her grin

"I'll let you know." Steve looked around the room to
make sure everything was put back in its place. "We'd
better get dressed and get back to school." Fran took
on an exaggerated 'slut' persona and rubbed her
breasts against his chest then peered up at him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to be Carla for one
more fuck first?" Steve reached down and kneaded her
buttocks with both hands.

"No, but if you'll be yourself I'd love to fuck you
again before we leave." Fran wiggled her naked body
against his.

"Deal." She said as she pushed her lips against his
and slithered her tongue into his waiting mouth.

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Vickie left the Coach's office with his cum still
dripping down her thighs. Having missed first period
she headed for her second period class hoping to catch
a glimpse of Fran. Vickie wanted to see her best
friend/mistress at least long enough to determine
whether she was really mad or not. Fran was not with
the kids leaving the Geometry class. Damn, Vickie
thought, as she looked around then headed for her next
room. She was immediately stopped by two of the boys
who had been present the previous Saturday when Fran's
cunt had been shaved.

"Aren't you supposed to be handing out some contest
forms?" one of them asked. God, Vickie thought as she
dug contest forms out of the front pocket of her
backpack, word sure spreads fast around this school.

"The 'Why I Want to Whip Vickie' Essay Contest" one of
them read off the form. "Do we get to fuck you also?"
he asked blocking her way.

"I don't know." Vickie answered trying to push her way
past him. "That's up to Fran."

"You mean," He continued still blocking her path,
"that having permission to fuck Fran doesn't extend to
you?"

"I know," Vickie said pulling her self up to her full
five foot two height, "that without Fran's permission
the only way you'll get to fuck me is to rape me."

"That," the other boy chimed in, "is not an entirely
unpleasant idea." Vickie, having just had the same
thought, paused for a moment then, shaking her head
'no' pushed past the boys and hurried to her English
class.

Vickie spent a worried and frustrating day, handing
out contest forms and wondering what had happened to
her best friend/mistress. Then, just as she was about
to go into Mr. Roberts' American History class Fran
and Steve suddenly appeared and sweeping her up with
them headed to the gym.

"Where..." Vickie started to ask.

"Shh..." Fran silenced her. "I'll explain it all to
you later." They entered the gym and after joining
Dave at the far end, handed him the videotape and
pictures.

"There's some..." Fran began to explain.

"Shh..." Dave silenced her. "We don't have time,
Carla's coming right now." Just as he finished the
door opened and Carla stepped from the bright sunlight
into the cool gym. After taking two or three steps
Carla stopped and looked around.

"What's going on here?" she demanded. "I was told
that Ms. Marshal wanted to see me."

"Come on over here." Dave instructed.

"Oh no you don't." Carla backed up towards the door.
"I'm leaving. I'm not going to get close to you
guys."

"I think you'd better look at this picture first."
Dave warned stopping her before she opened the door.
"It's a picture of you and, what's your dog's name
'Buster'?" Carla froze in her tracks a faint 'Oh god'
was heard from her direction before she turned and
walked slowly across the gym. Carla took the stack of
pictures and looked through them with trembling
fingers.

"Oh god, you can't" she moaned softly as tears began
to roll down her cheeks. "It's not what it looks
like."

"It's not?" Dave asked with mock concern. "Well let's
watch this video tape and see if it sheds any light on
the topic." Dave pushed the video cartridge into the
player and turned on the monitor. Carla stood in
stunned silence, occasionally shooting alternately
threatening and pleading glances at the people around
her, especially her brother. Then sank slowly to sit
on the bleacher as the video showed her putting Buster
back into his run and walking naked back to the house.

"Wait." Fran almost shouted when Dave reached for the
stop button. "There is more." How could there be more
Carla wondered, I came back to school after that. As
they watched the screen flickered several times then
came to life showing a girl lying on a bed facing away
from the camera. As Carla watched the action on the
screen she new almost instantly that it was Fran in
her bed, wearing her nightgown and fucking herself
with her vibrator, but she also new that most people
could easily be convinced that it was her they were
watching.

When Steve made his appearance on the screen Carla
took a deep breath, and a quick glance at her
brother's crotch. She had no idea he was
that...mature. Everyone in the room watched the screen
with rapt attention as Steve fucked his faux sister.
Carla tore her eyes away from the screen long enough
to notice that everyone in the room, both male and
female, were stroking their crotches. Giving into her
lust Carla pushed her hand between her legs and
imagined that it really was her under her brother's
sweaty body. Yes, Carla thought as she watched Fran
rubbing Steve's cum on her vibrator, I will fuck my
self with his cum.

The show ended, and Carla realized that everyone else
was watching her, waiting for her reaction. Carla's
lust subsided to be replaced with humiliation,
humiliation and anger. Her face burned red, Carla
drew her self up to her full height.

"How dare you..." She started. Dave picked up the
stack of pictures and started walking towards the
door. "...where are you going with those?" Carla
finished, her anger being replaced by panic.

"If you don't shut up and do exactly as you are told,"
Dave walked towards her menacingly, "I'm going to pin
them up to every bulletin board on the campus." Carla
seemed to visibly deflate, then collapsed onto the
bleacher sobbing.

"OK," Carla sniffed through her tears, "just please
don't let anyone see those." Dave sat beside Carla
while Fran sat down on her other side. They both put
their arms around her.

"Here is what you are going to do..."

Carla left the gym, sniffing and desperately trying to
think of some way to get out of what she had just been
told she had to do. As soon as she was gone Dave,
Fran, Steve and Vickie turned the video back on and
watched the whole show again. Vickie had her hand
down Steve's trousers stroking his hard cock. Fran,
while performing the same service for her brother,
whispered in his ear until he nodded his ascent, then
concentrated on her main duties between his legs.
After Fran and Vickie licked their hands clean Fran
grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him towards the
gym door.

"Vickie," Fran shouted over her shoulder, "you go home
with Dave." Then she turned and began to hurry Steve
out the door.

"Where," Steve asked as Fran pushed and pulled him
towards the parking lot, "are we going?"

"Back to your house." Fran answered still trying to
hurry him up. "And we have to get there before Carla."
Under Fran's continued urgings to 'hurry up' Steve
drove them back to his house and parked, once again,
around the corner. Fran explained to Steve, while he
drove, what she was hopping to accomplish. When they
got to his house Fran and Steve rushed up to his
bedroom and, after quickly stripping scrunched them
selves into his closet and closed the door.

Standing in Steve's closet, their naked bodies rubbing
against each other, their excitement built and Steve's
hard cock was already inside Fran's hot wet cunt by
the time they heard Carla come into her bedroom.
Taking turns peaking through the small hole, Fran and
Steve gently and quietly fucked each other as they
prepared to watch Steve's sister.

Carla looked into her brother's room, including behind
the door, to insure he was not their this time, then
went into her bedroom and sat sobbing on her bed.
After the tears ran dry she lay on her bed and
caressed herself over her clothes. As her excitement
built Carla slowly removed her blouse, then her bra,
next her skirt then finally her panties. As each part
of her body came into view it received special
attention from her roving hands. While Steve and Fran
fucked and took turns watching Carla spread her legs
and fucked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt
while she rubbed little circles around her clitoris
with her other hand.

Steve held Fran tightly and felt every twitch and
quiver of her cunt as she came with his cock buried
deeply inside her. Fran's spasming cunt muscles
milked Steve's cock as it jerked inside her and spewed
its sticky fluid deep in her. They both sighed deeply
and kissed their tongues dancing in each other's
mouths, as the smell of their fresh sex mixed with the
smell of stale cum from the wall.

As their breathing slowed Fran and Steve, their bodies
still joined once again took turns peaking at Carla
through the wall. Carla, her own first orgasm
subsiding got up from the bed and retrieved her
vibrator. Sitting on the bed Carla brought the
plastic implement up to her nose and gently sniffed,
trying to detect some indication of either Steve or
Fran's sex scent. After a few sniffs, Carla extended
her tongue gingerly and licked at the tip of the
vibrator. Her tentative licks quickly grew to
vibrator engulfing slurps as she sucked on her plastic
tool like it was a cock, obviously enjoying the taste
of her bothers cum and Fran's cunt.

Steve's cock remained hard after his orgasm and Fran
and he continued gently and quietly fucking as they
watched Carla lean back on the bed and insert the now
saliva coated vibrator into her wide open wet cunt.
Their sweaty naked bodies rubbing against each other
the smell of fresh, and stale, sex, the sight of Carla
fucking herself quickly brought both Fran and Steve to
another peak of orgasmic pleasure.

Fran quietly dropped to her knees and took Steve's
half-hard cum covered cock into her mouth as Steve
continued to watch his sister masturbating with her
favorite vibrator. Watching Carla fucked the vibrator
in and out of her wet cunt with ever-increasing speed
and force, Steve grabbed handfuls of Fran's hair and
fucked his now re-invigorated cock deep into her
willing throat.

Remembering Steve's preferences Fran fucked a finger
into her cunt for lubrication then pushed it into
Steve's quivering ass. As she fucked her finger in
and out of his ass in time to his cock fucking in and
out of her mouth Fran could hear Steve's whispered
moans 'Take my cock Carla, take all of me, eat my
cum'. As Fran added a second finger to the one
fucking Steve's ass she just barely heard through the
wall as Carla screamed out her orgasmic joy.

"Oh god fuck me Steve, fuck your sis, give me your hot
cum." Fran jammed her fingers all the way into
Steve's ass and felt his cock twitch as it erupted in
her mouth. After swallowing his cum Fran pushed the
closet door open and sat on Steve's bed. Steve,
sweaty and exhausted, sat down beside her.

"I'm going to leave now." Fran whispered to Steve. "If
I were you I'd go in there and fuck Carla. Fuck her
long and hard." Fran looked at Steve's blushing face
then after kissing him tenderly on the cheek quietly
got dressed and tiptoed from the room, then out of the
house.

The next morning everyone in the house was excited.
Fran and Dave had gotten up early and, after their now
traditional 'good morning' fuck began to get things
ready for the pep rally. Fran returned to her room
and awakened Vickie. After 'allowing' her to lick
Dave's still dripping cum from her cunt Fran
dispatched Vickie down to the kitchen to fix breakfast
for everyone. Having heard Dave's enthusiastic
description of their mother's activities the previous
day, Fran decided to let her mom sleep in this
morning.

After breakfast Fran and Vickie piled into Dave's car
with two sports bags full of equipment and headed off
to school, laughing and giggling with anticipation.
Arriving at school, Dave parked his car then the three
of them headed to the auditorium. Carla, true to her
promise was waiting for them at the back door. As
they entered the building Carla leaned over close to
Fran

"Thank you." She whispered then hurried into the
auditorium.

The school was buzzing with rumors. Something big was
going to happen at the pep rally. Finally third
period arrived and the student body packed themselves
into the auditorium with eager excitement. The
cheerleaders ran down the isles and up onto the stage.
They did their cheers. The team and the coach
followed. The team captain spoke to the student body,
the quarter back spoke to the student body, and the
coach spoke to the student body.

The student body was beginning to get restless. Many
of the kids who never attend these functions regularly
were beginning to get rowdy. Shouts went up the
students began to stamp their feet and clap their
hands in unison. They were not going to listen to any
more coaches, or team captains, or quarterbacks. They
weren't going to watch any more cheers, well maybe if
the cheerleaders stripped first. The rising level of
noise was quelled by the sudden blackening of the room
as the lights went out.

A single spotlight hit the curtain with glaring
intensity. The curtain slowly parted revealing an
almost nude figure. A mummer went through the crowd
as the watchers tried to determine the identity of the
girl. The girl stood strait and tall, her head was
covered with a mask that turned into a headdress with
a thick flowing main running down her back. A black
leather rod extended from each side of her mouth.
Through a ring on each side of the rod leather rains
ran down her front to nipple clamps, which were
affixed to her tightly crinkled nipples. The girl war
black boots and held her black-gloved hands close on
each side of her breasts. Her hands were tightly
fisted and held bent forward to emulate horse hooves.

The Horse Girl's stomach was bare and her dark pubic
patch glistened in the bright spotlight. The rains
were pulled by some still unseen person making her
nipples stretch and her breasts bounce. The curtain
opened and the spotlight enlarged to reveal the Horse
Girl's 'trainer'. The 'trainer' also wore a mask with
a headdress of tall feathers. She also wore black
boots and was otherwise nude. The trainer's smoothly
shaved cunt stood out in contrast to the Horse Girl's
healthy growth of almost black pubic hair.

The trainer pulled on the rains with one hand and
swatted the Horse Girl's stomach with a riding crop.
When the Horse Girl turned and began to prance across
the stage a large flowing horsetail came into view.
The tail bounced and shimmered as the Horse Girl
pranced to one side of the stage then turned and
pranced to the other side. The trainer crossed the
stage staying with the Horse Girl and showering her
body with blows from the riding crop.

The crowed cheered and applauded the performance. The
Horse Girl and her trainer could hear the shouted
comments about their breasts, stomachs, thighs and
butts. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the
trainer moved the Horse Girl back and forth across the
stage four times before bringing her to a halt center
stage. The Horse Girls body was covered with red
welts where the riding crop blows had fallen.

The trainer tuned the Horse Girl so her back was to
the audience. On command the Horse Girl spread her
legs then bend over from the waist and placed her
hands on the stage between her feet. As the Horse
Girl assumed the required position the spotlight
narrowed until only her butt and spread thighs could
be seen. The Horse Girls skin seemed to glow white in
the bright spotlight. Cheers and shouted comments
came from the audience as they realized that the
horsetail was attached to a butt plug planted firmly
in the Horse Girls' ass.

A flick of the riding crop on her left butt cheek
started the Horse Girl swinging her butt. The horse
tail swung to the side, revealing her open wet cunt to
the gaze of the student audience, then it swung back
momentarily hiding the glistening pink female flesh
before it would swing to the other side once again
exposing the Horse Girls' most private opening.

The Horse Girl stopped swinging her butt. The trainer
pulled the horsetail to the side and just as the
riding crop pushed the girls swollen wet cunt lips
apart, the lights suddenly went black. Moments later
the house lights came back on and a wave of, mostly,
male students pushed their way onto the stage shouting
and looking for the two girls.

High above the stage standing in the shadows on a
catwalk the 'Horse Girl' and her 'trainer' held each
other as they watched the boys scurrying back and
forth below looking for them. The 'Horse Girl' gave
her 'trainer' a hug.

"Sorry I was so mean to you the other day." Carla
said softly.

"That's OK." Fran said returning her hug then touching
her cheek softly. Carla smiled weakly back at Fran.
Fran allowed her hand to drop from Carla's cheek to
rest on Carla's breast. "You make a really sexy
'horse'" Fran leaned forward and kissed Carla on the
lips. Carla stiffened and tried to pull back. Fran
ran her hand down Carla's sweaty body as she kissed
her neck with growing passion. Carla's body relaxed
as Fran's fingers found her wet open cunt and slipped
into her with no resistance. "Feels like this made
you as hot as it made me." Fran continued between
kisses.

Fran ran a line of kisses down between Carla's sweaty
breasts then across her stomach and through her black
pubic hair. Fran pushed Carla back against the
catwalk railing and after lifting Carla's legs over
her shoulders, buried her tongue in Carla's waiting
cunt. Carla reached out on both sides of her and held
onto the catwalk railing for dear life as she rested
her feet on the lower railing on the opposite side of
the catwalk.

Fran, wondering if Carla shared her brother's interest
in anal stimulation, worked one finger tip gently into
her rear opening as she fucked her tongue forcefully
in and out of Carla's wet cunt and rubbed her nose up
and down across Carla's clitoris. Carla responded by
fucking herself up and down on Fran's extended finger
as she held onto the railing and rubbed her cunt on
Fran's face.

"Oh God yes." Carla moaned as the Catwalk began to
squeak and sway with her violent fucking motions.
"Yes...yes...yesssssssssssssss" Carla's body wrenched
violently three or for times forcing her cunt against
Fran's face as a gut twisting wave of orgasmic
pleasure went through her body. Both girls collapsed
on the floor of the catwalk smiling and touching each
other tenderly.

"I'd like it if you'd come to my mom's wedding on
Saturday." Fran spoke softly to her new friend. Fran
grinned at Carla "Steve will be there."

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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.