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 �>�Sorority Initiation Spy by JRob�(C)

   My sister Debbie could talk her way out of just about any predicament.

   Cute, precocious, innocent, Debbie had an arsenal of effective weapons.
She could smile, bat an eyelash, tuck her skirt a bit higher and flirt with
the best of them.  She could kill with kindness when she had to, and when
all else failed, turn on the syrupy sweet charm that could melt men -(TM)s
hearts and turn them into putty.

   Being a couple years younger than she, I watched her learn her craft
through her high school years, then excel at in her collegiate days.

   She had my parents wrapped around her fingertips, her teachers too.  By
the look of her grades at the University, she apparently had her way with
the professors, and the fact that she was named Homecoming Queen and
student government in her sophomore year let me know that none of her
charisma had worn off as she had gotten older.

   I had the good fortune of trailing my big sister at the University, and
have to admit she steered me to the right teachers and classes.  Everyone
knew pretty Debbie, and being her little brother helped in non-scholastic
ways too --- it got me laid.

   But I am ahead of myself.

   As popular as Debbie was, I was just the opposite.  I was shy throughout
my high school years, never even getting the nerve to ask a girl for a date
until late in my senior year.  That near disaster, prissy Mary Ann
Constantino was a match made by our mothers for the senior prom, was made
good only when after an unbelievable several hours of misery and pain in
the decked out gymnasium we gave up on all pretenses of a romantic evening
and changed into our knock around clothes and stealth down to the lake.

   There, while other couples were making out, we sat and skipped rocks and
spoke of sports, school and the weather all the while suffering through
long periods of quiet.

   When I dropped her off at home before our extended curfew of 2 a.m., I
felt I had wasted an evening.  The conversation was merely nice, like
talking with your sister about the weather.  We never made it into the
backseat for any groping, nor did we embrace in the front seat.  Heck, at
the end of the night I barely got a good night peck on the cheek.  What
hurt worse was that several of my friends disclosed to me that Mary Ann had
been bad-mouthing me to several of her girlfriends, going so far as to say
I couldn -(TM)t even get it up for her that fateful night.  The gall of the
girl, she had a force field around her that night which kept my hands away
from her.  I didn -(TM)t even have a light case of blue balls.

   Like I said, it was a disaster.  Why she had to make it worse by
trashing me I didn -(TM)t know, but there wasn -(TM)t much I could do about
it after the fact.  Needless to say, Mary Ann didn -(TM)t get a call for a
date from me again and I insisted my mother stay out of my dating life.

   My sister consoled me, telling me that Mary Ann was merely a mistake, a
pothole in the garden of love.  Her words soothed me, but it wasn -(TM)t
easy getting over the bards of my friends who rode me mercilessly on my
disastrous prom affair.  I could swear some girls looked at me as if I was
a geek or pervert or something.

   Life went on.  I changed the style of my hair, bought some new clothes,
and even learned a few jokes, complete with punch lines.  Nothing seemed to
work.

   Everyone said there were other fish in the sea, so I plowed on in the
love department.  The closest I came to sampling a woman -(TM)s favors came
that summer when I dated a girl with a  -�reputation -�.  Lisa Marie was
known around the guys in my class as an E-Z lay.  Several guys openly spoke
of bedding her, while others intimated they had.  Somehow I got the courage
to ask her out, and we had several nice movie dates.  On the third date I
got the nerve to kiss her, and it was fantastic.  Her lips were soft, and I
held her tight mashing my face against hers.  But somewhere between kissing
her perfect lips and attempting to go a little further, my hands and plans
were derailed.

    -�I -(TM)m not that kind of girl, -� said the girl known around the
schoolyard as a slut.   -�Stop! -�

   My hand had barely copped a quick feel of a sweater-covered breast when
her words stopped me in my tracks.  No meant no, and I pulled back to my
side of the front car seat.  I begged and pleaded but no fire was kindled.
Shot down by the loosest girl in my class.

   If you had taken a poll the following Monday, most would have assumed I
had scored that night, and I said nothing to dispel the thought, but of
course I knew the truth.

   Debbie knew it wasn -(TM)t the case.  My sister sympathized with my
plight, giving me encouragement, telling me it wasn -(TM)t about sex but
love.  The right girl would come along and the sexual escapades would
follow.  Easy for her to say, she was Ms.  Popular and had the pick of the
litter of college guys while I couldn -(TM)t even find leftover girls who
couldn -(TM)t beg for a date.

   Still, she would support me when I was down, lifting my spirits.

   At State I, at Debbie -(TM)s insistence, joined several clubs, as she
felt my interacting with girls would lead to something.  But if anything,
it sent me the other direction as none of the girls who interested me were
at all interested in me.  Truth be told, I was still a bit geeky, lacked
confidence, and just didn -(TM)t carry a conversation.

   I poured myself into classes, and did carry good grades that first
semester.  I -(TM)d go to a few mixers, a couple frat parties, and I
actually did get a little bit better with my interactions with the fairer
set.  Still, no girly action, just a self-sympathetic reaction.

   Sitting in the cavernous student union, I -(TM)d people watch, and
invariably would notice guys and girls sitting together, joking, studying
and so forth.  Some would hold hands, some kiss, and I -(TM)d gaze on with
envy when a guy or girl would pat her partner on the butt or swing into a
hug on their way out of the building.  One day --

   Student mixers weren -(TM)t much better, I -(TM)d asked a few girls to
dance and actually spazed my way round the dance floor with some, but
nothing came of it.

   Debbie laughed at my predicament.   -�Ah, come on Jon, it -(TM)s not the
end of the world. -�

    -�Sis, couldn -(TM)t you fix me up with someone? -� I begged.

    -�We -(TM)ll see, we -(TM)ll see, -� she -(TM)d reply, shaking her
pretty head, but nothing seemed to come of it.

   My sexual activities included reading passed on Hustlers and Penthouse
magazine, with an occasional Friday night blue movie at the x-rated theater
in Danville, a town about 15 miles away.  A couple times I spied young
lovers making out down at Lover -(TM)s Point, an out of the way spot where
kids parked.  Several times, from a secluded spot just yards away, I spied
a young woman giving head to her beau, and once actually saw a couple
having sex in the back seat of a Toyota Camry.

   Then came the call.

    -�Hey, sluggo, you heading home for the weekend? -�

   It was Debbie.  Her voice was more syrupy than usual, leading me to
believe she was up to something.  As she continued, I quickly realized she
was.

    -�If you are around town I -(TM)d like you to help out in some of the
sorority initiation activities.  Are you game? -�

   I asked if it involved me dressing up in a stupid costume, or being made
fun of, or other embarrassing task.

    -�Nope, -� she said with a laugh.   -�I guarantee you -(TM)ll love it.
Who knows, it could be a lot of fun and a little exciting too! -�

    -�What do you mean? -� I quizzed?

    -�Friday night, 10 p.m., meet me at the back door of the Ti house. -�

   Why not?  Heck, I had nothing better to do.  It would give me some time
to study and who knows, it just might be fun.

   Over the rest of the week I wondered what evil Debbie had thought up for
her potential new  -�sisters -�.  Probably putting them in some
embarrassing position, one which she couldn -(TM)t trust just any guy with
participating.  She knew I -(TM)d keep my mouth quiet to the death.

   Just before 10 on Friday night I approached the back of the Ti House,
and seconds later Debbie appeared.   -�You -(TM)re on time!  Way to go,
Bro. -�

   I smiled at Debbie -(TM)s attempt at poetry.  She looked a bit
different, wearing pants, a white men -(TM)s shirt, and a baseball cap. 
Heck, she looked more like a guy than a girl.

    -�Part of the costume, you like? -� she asked, twirling in the shadows
of the building.

    -�Uh, it -(TM)s not you, -� I replied,  -�but whatever lights your
match. -�

   Debbie waved me into the old Victorian house.  We scooted down a
hallway, hearing some sort of mood music in the living room, and went down
to the barely lit basement.  There she un-hatched her diabolical plan.  
-�It -(TM)s pretty simple, the potential sisters have all been grilled and
quizzed on why they want to join our sorority, and they -(TM)ve had every
bit of their lives scrutinized by the counsel.  It -(TM)s amazing how open
they can be when under the gun.

    -�Your job is to join me down here and do what the girls ask.  Each has
been given an assignment, like going up to a guy and ask for his underwear,
or to yell out stupid statements at town square, or to perform some
juvenile prank at the mall.  The other sisters will be working with those
girls, ensuring they are up to the task, while you and I will be the
leaders here for three of the problematic girls.  These two are prissy,
girls with an attitude, who I -(TM)m not sure deserve to be in our
sorority. Each is sitting in a different room upstairs, and each will be
given an envelope of an assignment they are to complete as their last facet
of the initiation. -�

   I looked at my sister, thinking this could be fun.   -�So what can I do?
-�

    -�Listen carefully and do exactly as I say!  Your job is to stay behind
the boxes in the back of the room over there.  Each of the girls will come
down to the basement.  I will lead them down here, I will be wearing a
Mardi Gras mask.  The girls are to follow the script we -(TM)ve written for
them.  Once in the basement they will put on a blindfold, so they will not
be able to identify you.  But to be on the safe side here -(TM)s a mask for
you --it -(TM)s a former president you might remember.  The one who was
caught with his fingers in the intern.  You just do as they ask, nothing
more.  If they say jump, you jump.  If they want a drink, get them one. 
Get the picture? -�

   Confused as to what kind of initiation this would be, I began to ask
Debbie what in the world she was talking about.  She shushed me and just
told me to simply do as the girls said and all would be well.

   She twirled and made her way back up the stairs as I move to the back of
the room behind the boxes.  I moved things around so that I could stay in
the shadows yet still see the women come down the stairs.  Then, looking to
the left, I could spy the desk and chair in the center of the room.  A
bright ceiling light lit that area of the basement, but all of the
surrounding areas were in the shadows.

   The wait seemed like an eternity.  I could here music upstairs, a little
bit of side clatter, but there was no activity in the basement for a half
hour.  I amused myself by reading through some old Cosmos and Brides
magazines, spending more time with the former than the latter.

   Finally, I heard the creaky basement door open, and I made sure I was
secure in my hiding spot.  I couldn -(TM)t see anything for the longest of
time.  My curiosity was driving me nuts, but finally, through a small
opening in the stacked boxes, I saw a young girl, holding a lit candle and
wearing a long toga style robe slowly walking toward the small area where a
green stuffed arm chair and a wooden desk stood.  There was a pillow on the
desk, and nothing else.  The area was lighted by one powerful bulb, and the
girl came to a stop in front of the desk.

   She turned and faced Debbie, an unsure look upon her face.

    -�Oh sister, oh sister, I have come into this den to reflect on my
actions of the week, -� the girl said in a practiced voice.   -�Thank you
for your concern about my behavior.  This pledge week has been a learning
experience for me. -�

   The girl was about five feet, five inches tall, but the robe did not
reveal much about her body.  She had long brown hair, with rosy cheeks. 
Irish, most likely, and I bet she had a wonderful smile.  But not this day,
as her face was a bit flushed.

    -�Well, Erin, you have been a little bit, well, unhelpful this week. -�
My sister was speaking to the girl as if she were a child who had been a
bit contrary.   -�You know the rules.  I will say no more.  This is your
final test for membership in our association.  I hope you perform your role
well. -�

   The words, which were missing from the speech, were  -�or else -� as it
was clear young Erin would have to perform the predetermined duties well or
she would not be admitted to the sorority.

   I spied as the girl blew out the candle, placed it on the floor, then
reached over to the desk and put on a mask.  She then tightly secured a
blindfold she pulled from somewhere within her robe and placed it tightly
around her head, blinding her eyes.  She felt around, ultimately sitting
down into the armchair.  With her eyes blinded, I stood and looked at my
sister, who put a single finger in front of her lips to silence me.

   Debbie walked to the corner and turned on a CD.  It was some sort of
medieval melody, the kind you heard as background music on the History
Channel when Knights were sitting around a table or young damsels were
stroking their long blond hair.  It was then I noticed the long wooden
paddle Debbie was holding in her hand.  It was a sorority paddle that the
pledges were required to carry around campus.

   The quiet of the basement was ended when Erin cleared her throat, took a
deep breath, and began to speak.

    -�Oh ladies of the house, a group I hope to call sisters, I have been
afoul of many of your rules and regulations.  I have spoken out of turn,
and I have failed several of your assignments.  But I am here to ask your
forgiveness.  I am here to throw myself upon the mercy of your good hearts.
I want to join this wonderful group, to be one of you. -�

   She paused, words forming in her brain but not coming out of her mouth.
I wondered where this was going, but it was fascinating being a voyeur of
this ceremony.

    -�I have been bad, -� she quietly said in a voice just above a whisper.
 -�I must be punished.  I beg of you, please punish me and let me prove I
am worthy of membership. -�

   Speech over, she uncomfortably stood.  She reached out and felt the
desk, moving toward it.  She bent over the desk, placing her midsection on
the pillow, then reached back and lifted the toga up her legs, thighs, and
bunched it around her midsection.  She stood with only beige thong panties
covering her behind.

    -�I have been bad, -� she repeated.   -�I must be punished.  Please
spank me.  Please make me pay for my indiscretions.  I deserve 50 swats. 
Please, sister, start the process which will heal me of my improper
attitude and behavior. -�

   My eyes bulged, as did another portion of my anatomy, as I observed the
Kodak moment in front of me.  The girl -(TM)s ass was bared to Debbie, and
as I silently moved around the boxes, to me as well.

   Debbie waved me closer and I watched as she slowly rubbed the paddle
against Erin -(TM)s perky white ass.  This girl obviously worked out, as
her thighs were well formed and not an ounce of fat was on her 18-year-old
ass.  The angle she was over the desk accentuated her butt, and it was a
pleasure to observe.

    -�Please, sister, please spank me. -�

    -�If you insist, -� said a firm Debbie.   -�Don -(TM)t forget to count,
because I might forget. -�

    -�Yes sister! -�

   Debbie moved to the side of the girl and moved the firm wooden paddle
horizontally away from objective.  She then pulled it toward the ass,
striking it firmly in the middle of the virgin white ass.

   The resultant swat was followed by a cry from the lips of young Erin.  
-�Ouch! -�

    -�What did you say, pledge? -�

   A meek voice replied,  -�That -(TM)s one, thank you sister. -�

    -�That -(TM)s better, I don -(TM)t think you want me to remind you
again! -�

    -�Yes, sister. -�

   Debbie gazed intently at the girl, pausing for effect.  Erin sort of
trembled, just one step along the way of 50 that undoubtedly would be
humbling and hurtful.  I could swear her ass wiggled a bit before the
second, third, fourth and fifth swats from the paddle struck her behind.

   Erin began crying after the eighth swat, and her counting became more
like begging.  I could tell her butt was stinging as her hold on the sides
of the table got more pronounced and her ass began reddening.  The early
swats started blood rushing toward her ass cheeks and soon they were a
bright shade of crimson.

    -�That -(TM)s 10, -� said Erin with what I assumed were tear stained
eyes.  The blindfold kept any moisture from cascading down her face, but
the sniffles and yelps of pain were there.

   After 20 swats Debbie turned to me and mouthed that it was my turn!  I
couldn -(TM)t believe it.  I was going to get a chance to spank the
helpless soon-to-be sorority sister with the cute but red ass.

   As I stepped closer to the girl, paddle in hand, I spied her defenseless
ass and got a peek at her pussy.  She was a natural brown haired beauty
down there, and my already hard cock got harder as I observed her wiggling
ass.

    -�Oh please, sister, 20 strokes of the paddle are not enough for my
insolence.  Please spank me some more. -�

   I willingly obliged, sending one, two, three and four slow, easy strokes
against her ass.  After each Erin counted, and hearing her passionate cries
of pain was music to my ears.  I am not a sadist.  Heck, I had never struck
a woman before.  But the intense naughty behavior of spanking a co-ed was
so very hot.

   After 40 strokes I stopped, looking over at my sister.  She was sitting
on a box, watching intently.  I began stroking Erin -(TM)s ass, and she
sort of shook at my touch.  Her ass was hot, red hot, and I knew she must
be in a little pain.

    -�Sister, please continue, -� she uttered.  Underneath that statement I
could clearly hear the word  -�bitch! -�

   Insolent girl, I thought, and swatted her ass hard.  It was the first
hard spank I had given her.   -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� she cried.

   I struck her ass again before she could count the first, so she would be
receiving more than 50.

   Swat!

    -�Thank you, that -(TM)s 40. -�

   Spank!

    -�Thank you, that -(TM)s 41. -�

   Debbie took over at 45 and I went back to my hiding place.  When the
spanking was complete Erin lay over the desk for several minutes, regaining
her composure.  She rubbed her pained ass, and soon stood up, head bowed,
and turned around.  Her toga fell toward the ground, and she reached down
to pull up her panties giving me my final glimpse of tender, prime, teenage
pussy.

   It took everything I had not to jerk off.  Smartly, though, I kept quiet
as the two girls marched back upstairs.

   I was speechless at the spectacle, which was hotter than any of the
porno flicks I -(TM)d seen from the Resident Assistant -(TM)s special
cabinet.  My mind wandered back toward the spanking, and how I had managed
to control myself while still inflicting the required punishment.  Then I
heard the upstairs door open once more.

   Again, a girl walked into sight wearing a white toga and carrying a
candle.  Debbie was right behind, and I couldn -(TM)t help but wonder if I
would be spanking another young lass.  This girl was a bit heavier, had
short red hair, but there was no doubt about it.  I realized that it was
none other than the prissy Mary Ann Constantino, my high school prom date.
She appeared nervous as she stood in front of the desk and chair, but of
course she knew what was to happen next.  I sat back and spied the two as
they went through their ritual.

   Then I spotted another person, a guy.  I knew him, his name was Richard,
and he was one of the guys who dated my sister.  I had no idea what he was
doing in the room.  Still, the pre-set plan was in place and I observed
while the main participants in this sensual play interacted.

   The room was still as the girl handed Debbie the candle, and my sister
blew it and sat it on the desk.   -�Mary Ann, are you ready to perform? -�

   The once holier than thou red-haired girl nodded her head.

    -�I am, sister, I am ready to open myself up to you.  You are a wise
junior, while I am a mere unworthy freshman.  I know what you caught me
doing with Richard, and it was wrong.  I know that we were to keep our
hands away from pleasuring ourselves during the Rush, and I surely knew the
rules about messing around with a sister -(TM)s boyfriend.  I couldn -(TM)t
help myself.  I thought you two had broken up.  I know different now, and I
know I must be punished. -�

   My sister nodded once again, and told Mary Ann to get on with her
penance.  I expected her to bend over the desk, but instead she sat down on
the armchair.  Debbie moved away, again observing from a seat on a box.

   Mary Ann reached down and lifted up her toga, revealing and then
demurely removing blue cotton panties.  She dropped them on the floor, and
then spread her legs wide over the arms of the chair, fully exposing her
snatch.  Her pussy hair was tightly trimmed into a heart shaped design. 
She cautiously began opening the petals of her pussy lips.

    -�Sister Debbie, I -(TM)m sorry you caught be playing with my pussy in
the room last week, and I thank you for not telling all of the sisters
about my transgressions, -� she slowly stated, as if reading from a
prepared script.   -�Then you found out I slept with your boyfriend.  I
hope by doing this and other things in front of you I will have performed
the proper penance for you to vote for my inclusion in this wonderful
sorority. -�

   Mary Ann began playing with her pussy, slowly at first, with fingers
dancing in the folds of her cunt.  She became visibly excited after a bit,
moisture emerging from her pulsing pussy.  Her gentle touch brought gasps
from Debbie and oohs and ahs from Richard.  She fingered herself, slowly at
first and then quicker, using one and then two fingers to excite her cunt.
The girl was lost in her efforts, her face contorted and her thighs
trembling.  I had never saw another person masturbating him or herself, and
this was red-hot erotic.

   My high school prom date turned college freshman worked on her pussy
with vigor, her head back and eyes closed.  Her fingers worked overtime and
soon her midsection was nearly bouncing as she brought herself higher and
higher.  Soon she reached her peak, and she groaned out loud orgasm.

   Mary Ann calmed after her orgasm but her fingers never stopped playing
with her pussy.  Her eyes opened, and she looked around the room at Richard
and Debbie.  Soon she had a pronouncement:  -�I need to be fucked! -� she
said with a groan.   -�I need a cock. -�

   With that Richard walked over to her and dropped his pants.  I couldn
-(TM)t believe what I was seeing, but apparently this was part of the
performance.  Mary Ann reached over and grabbed his lengthening dick,
stroked it, then began licking it from stem to stern.  She kissed the hard
cock, and then licked it some more.  His hard cock was pulsing as it jumped
at the girl -(TM)s face.  Mary Ann wantonly rubbed the dick all over her
lily-white face while still fingering her pussy.

   She pushed the Richard away, put on the blindfold, and then wrapped the
dark kerchief around her head.  Then, laying back into the chair, she held
open her pussy for her lover.

    -�Fuck me, please fuck me.  I need your dick. -�

   Richard, however, had other ideas, turning and quietly walking out of
the room and up the stairs, closing the door behind him.  I quizzically
looked on as Mary Ann continued her begging for cock while playing with her
pouty pussy.   -�Oh Richard, please fuck me.  I need your dick in my pussy.
-�

   I looked over at my sister who had this Cheshire Smile gracing her face.
She looked at me, and beckoned me out from behind the boxes.  I did a
double take then emerged from my hiding place.

    -�Go ahead, fuck her, -� whispered Debbie, nodding at the girl who
dissed me in high school.

    -�Yes, please fuck me, please, -� pleaded Mary Ann.

   It was music to my ears.  When there -(TM)s a woman in need what can a
gentleman do?  I unhooked my belt, unzipped my pants, and let them drop to
the floor.  I moved closer to Mary Ann slid between her open thighs.  It
didn -(TM)t matter that she thought she was going to be fucked by Debbie
-(TM)s boyfriend Richard.  What she didn -(TM)t know wouldn -(TM)t hurt
her.

   I was still a virgin, but I knew what to do.  The fact that Debbie was
watching made it all more exciting.  Here the girl who had been mean to me
in high school was playing with her pussy and begging to be fucked.  All
due to the stewardship of my older sister.  I looked back at her, dick in
hand, and she nodded her head once again.

    -�Fuck me, fuck me, -� begged the prone girl in front of me.

   I moved closer and slipped between Mary Ann -(TM)s creamy thighs.  I
slid my dick up and down her wet snatch, bringing a gasp from the girl
-(TM)s lips.   -�Give it to me, give me your hard dick. -�

   Mary Ann sounded like a porno queen with her insistent begging for cock.
It was the hottest moment in my life.  I pulled back a bit then thrust
forward deep into her pussy.  The feeling was incredible, like nothing I
had ever imagined.  I was in a girl -(TM)s pussy, all the way!  And she did
not have a clue it was me.

    -�Oh Richard, fuck me.  I love your dick, -� cried out the girl, slowly
rolling her hips around my cock.

    -�Quiet down, Mary Ann, and let him fuck you, -� said the voice from
behind.  Apparently Debbie wanted to remind the girl who was in charge.  
-�By the way, you look like a slut. -�

    -�Oh yes, I -(TM)m a slut.  I love to fuck.  I -(TM)m fucking your
boyfriend in front of your eyes.  What a whore I am. -�

   If only she knew it wasn -(TM)t Richard, but me, the guy she nearly spat
on just a year ago was fucking her little pussy.  Using it, like a John
uses his hooker.  Fucking her with nothing but lust in his mind and body.

   I couldn -(TM)t help myself, I fucked Mary Ann hard and fast. 
Apparently too fast for Debbie.

    -�Pull out, -� she commanded.  It took a few seconds but I compiled.

    -�Rub your dick on her face! -�

   I put my hand behind Mary Ann -(TM)s head and pulled it against my rock
hard cock.  I rubbed my dick against her face, rubbing her pussy juices
onto her cheeks.  It was so incredibly hot, using the girl.  I could
probably have jerked off on her face and there wouldn -(TM)t have been a
whimper of denial.

   Soon Debbie made her next pronouncement.   -�Get on your hands and
knees, Mary Ann, and make it snappy.

   The girl did, and pointed her as high in the air at me.  Debbie held her
hand up at me as if to halt me from slipping back inside her moist slot. 
Mary Ann started to say something, but hesitated.  She was having a hard
time getting the words to emerge from her lips.

    -�Let -(TM)s hear it Mary Ann, you know what you want, -� coaxed
Debbie.

    -�I, uh, please, uh, oh shit!  I need to be fucked up the ass!  That is
the only proper punishment for me. -�

   There, the words were out.  I looked back at Debbie, questioning the
request.  I mean, just minutes before I was a virgin.  Now I had a pretty
girl on her hands and knees in front of me with her ass in the air begged
to have a dick stuck into the naughtiest of holes.

   I moved forward and began rubbing my dick up and down her ass crack,
finally situating the tip against her ass hole.  I pushed and pushed until
the cock popped past the ass ring.  First and inch, then two and finally
three forced its way into Mary Ann -(TM)s tight little ass.

    -�Ooowwwww! -� cried out the girl, my dick plowing into her virgin ass.
I couldn -(TM)t believe how tight it was, and nearly lost it within a
minute of gaining entry to the girl -(TM)s tight ass.

   As Mary Ann cried Debbie stepped closer and told me to pull out.  She
then smacked Mary Ann -(TM)s ass five times.   -�Turn around, pledge, and
lay back. -�

   Mary Ann lay back on the armchair and immediately opened her thighs.  I
stepped up to her again, and once again slipped my dirty dick inside her
mouth.  She worked on my dick, cleaning it of all foul residues from her
backside.  How I didn -(TM)t quickly come was a mystery.

   It was obvious her mouth was well practiced in the art of a blowjob,
because she brought me to the brink of eruption before Debbie commanded me
to pull out of her mouth.  She told the girl to lie back, and once again I
straddled her midsection and played with her pussy.

   After a bit of rubbing and caressing I slipped my dick inside her pussy.
I reached around and grabbed her hot ass and began fucking.  This time
there was no stopping me, and I banged against the girl, hammering her
wetness.  It wasn -(TM)t long before I shot my load of cum into her pussy.

   It took all I had not to scream out, but I didn -(TM)t want to reveal my
identity.  My dick finally stopped its first spurting into a pussy, and I
turned and smiled at my sister.  She knowingly smiled back.  Mary Ann lay
quietly in front of us, her breath still fast.  She looked whorish with her
legs spread open and cum sauce emerging from her pussy.

   I quickly dressed and left the basement.

   Later that night I called Debbie.

    -�Sis, that was so exciting, does she have any idea that I, uh, made
love with her? -� I questioned.

    -�Not at this point, -� replied Debbie.   -�But if she ever speaks to
Richard again she -(TM)ll learn that he wasn -(TM)t the one to bang her up
the chocolate speedway! -�

   How hot is that?