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Our New Neighbor Takes Over
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)
***
A man buys the house next door and stumbles upon
information which he uses to blackmail sixteen year old
Lisa and her lovely mother into sexual servitude.
(Mm+/Ff, dom/sub, nc, orgy, bi, inc, 1st)
***
We got a new neighbor several months ago. He bought the
large house next door. He's an older guy, probably in
his mid forties. Dad thinks it's weird that a single
guy bought the biggest house on the street and lives
alone. And he never seems to go out either. We never
see him go to work or have friends over or go out at
night. The only time we see him is when he goes to the
store or when he does his yard work.
Dad said he thinks the guy is gay because he lives
alone and he's fixing his house up. He sure seems to be
spending a lot of money on it. He got all new windows
and had people working inside until it looked like he
was rebuilding the house from the inside out. He also
had a swimming pool built in the back yard. Not one of
those kinds that they dig a hole and truck in a
preformed pool either. I saw it once when it was almost
finished. They had left the back gate open and I snuck
in and man, you should see it! It's huge! Not square
either. It's shaped like a clover with a big fake cliff
at one end that is going to be a waterfall. I haven't
seen it since they finished but I would really like to.
It must be beautiful.
I don't care if he's gay but dad can't stand the guy
and he has never even talked to him. I saw him talking
to Mrs. Phillips once. She lives on the other side of
him. They were both working in the yard and they talked
for a few minutes.
I asked her about him later but she couldn't tell me
much. She said that he seemed nice enough. He was
friendly but didn't talk about himself. She didn't
learn anything about him.
No one but dad has had anything to complain about since
the new guy moved in. He doesn't make any noise and his
house is now the nicest one on the block.
My mom never says anything when dad makes his little
comments about the new neighbor. She doesn't like gay
people either. But then, she doesn't like much of
anything. She especially doesn't seem to like anything
that has to do with sex. She freaked out a couple of
months ago when she found a copy of Playboy in my
brother's room. I thought it was funny but she jumped
all over my brother and when dad came home she started
in on him as soon as he sat down at the table.
I was thinking, "Geez mom! Get over it! It's just naked
women for Christ's sake!" It could have been a lot
worse. What if he had been looking at naked men? She
would have had a heart attack! I didn't see anything
wrong with it. He's fifteen. That's old enough to be
looking at pictures like that. Besides, Playboy isn't
so bad. When I get older I think it would be cool to
have my picture in Playboy. Except I wouldn't want my
brother to see them. That would creep me out.
Dad said that he'd take care of it. Poor Brad just sat
there at the table trying to eat. He was so embarrassed
he couldn't look anyone in the eye. I thought that was
a sucky thing to do to the kid, not that I don't mind
seeing him suffer a little from time to time. I don't
know what dad said to him. I never heard any more about
it.
Dad works for a bank downtown. He's a loan officer. Mom
is a stay at home mom. Most of my friend's mothers work
and sometimes I wish mine did too. She is a good mom.
She keeps the house real neat and she is a great cook.
But sometimes it seems like she is always watching us.
She is always home and making sure we don't have any
fun.
She got her own computer last year and she spends a lot
of time on that. Dad kids her about it. He jokingly
says things like, "If he didn't know her better he'd
swear she was spending all of her time looking at
porn."
Mom got all upset when he said that. She doesn't even
like it when people use the word porn. She says that
she is spending her time on line talking with her
sister, Aunt Helen and with her best friend who moved
to the upstate a few months ago. She got all defensive.
She got so upset that I almost started to wonder if she
was looking at porn!
School let out for the summer last Friday. I'm a good
student and I like school. But I have to be honest. I
like summer vacation a whole lot more. My brother
started hanging around with his friends, Larry and
Gordy during the day. I was pretty much on my own for
the first two weeks. I didn't mind though. I love to
read and I liked being able to sleep late and enjoy the
peace and quiet.
My best friend Gail, the girl I spend most of my free
time with, was on a two week vacation with her parents
at their cabin in the mountains. Well, it isn't really
their cabin. They rent it every year as soon as school
gets out. I went with them once. It was a real neat
cabin but it is really out in the woods and there is
nothing to do there. It is on a nice lake but the water
is so cold you can't even swim in it.
So I was just taking it easy until Gail comes home.
Mostly I was just reading, going to the park or lying
out in the backyard. I would lie there and wish I could
use the pool next door. I would also wish that my
mother was a working mother like most of my friend's
mothers. I was forced to lay out in a modest two piece
suit that looked like a granny suit. Mom would not
allow me to wear a real bikini.
Not long ago I was all alone in the backyard reading my
book and getting some sun. I unfastened the strap on my
top so that I could get some sun on that white line
across the middle of my back. Mom caught me and went
nuts. Crap! You would have thought that I was lying
there naked! She went on and on about morals and
modesty and I kept nodding and saying, "Sure mom," and,
"Yes mom." But all I was thinking was, "What a fucking
prude!"
You guys are probably bored to death by all this but I
thought that it was important to give you a little
background about my family and all, because something
happened. It started the first Monday after school let
out. Well, I became aware of it then. I'm not sure when
it started.
I was convinced that my mother was the most uptight
woman in the world. I still loved her though. That was
why I was so concerned when that Monday after school
got out for the summer I saw something really strange.
I was in my bedroom. I had just put my suit on and I
was about to go out in the backyard and get some of
that late afternoon sun. I had picked up my book and my
IPod. I stood up and I saw my mother coming out of our
new neighbor's backyard.
Mom seemed to be limping. She was looking around
nervously. It looked as though she was afraid that
someone would see her. For some reason the word
"furtive" came to mind. I had never used that word in a
sentence but when I watched my mom sneaking back over
to our house and looking around to make sure she wasn't
seen I knew what furtive looked like. That really
piqued my curiosity.
I didn't think that she would do anything wrong. She
was the most uptight female that I knew. But something
just didn't look right.
I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed my book and
my sunglasses and went downstairs. She was coming in
and when we met on the stairs she looked scared! I
asked, "What's the matter mom? Are you okay?"
She was really flustered. She nodded and replied, "I'm
fine Lisa."
She didn't look fine. I said, "I saw you coming out of
our new neighbor's yard. Did you talk to him? What is
he like? And why are you limping?"
She turned bright red and said, "I'm limping because I
twisted my ankle. And I wasn't in our neighbor's yard.
You must be mistaken."
She turned then and said, "I have to go put something
on my ankle. You go on out in the back yard. And make
sure you use enough sun block!"
Okay, now that was weird. I saw her coming out of the
guy's yard! She was lying to me!
I turned and watched her limp upstairs and then I went
out and stretched out on my towel to get some sun. I
opened my book but I couldn't read. My mind was going
around in circles over my mother lying to me. I could
not imagine my mother ever telling a lie. She was the
most modest, the most prudish, and the most proper
person that I knew.
For just a fraction of a second I wondered if she could
be having an affair with our new neighbor. But I
dismissed that thought before it was even fully formed.
It wasn't even remotely possible.
I put my book down and rested my head on my arms and
enjoyed the warm rays of the sun on my back and my legs
and my mind replayed what I had seen over and over.
There was just no explanation for it. I was no Nancy
Drew but I resolved to keep my eye out for more strange
behavior from my mother. The curiosity was killing me.
Nothing more was said about what I saw that afternoon.
By the time I went back in the house my mother seemed
to be back to normal. She was no longer limping and she
was no longer flustered. But she seemed to be having a
hard time looking me in the eye.
The next day I had planned to go to the library. Well,
that was what I told my parents. I was actually
planning to meet a couple of friends at the Dairy
Queen. I got dressed and headed out down the street.
But when I was half way to the end of the block I
remembered that I had forgotten my money. I did not
carry money as a general rule. I could be pretty absent
minded sometimes and I had lost my purse on a couple of
occasions. So I left my money and my important things
like my library card and my student ID at home unless I
needed them.
I swore and wheeled around just in time to see my
mother come out of our house and after looking around
to make sure that she was unobserved she rushed across
our driveway, crossed our new neighbor's driveway, and
hurried down beside his house.
From where I was standing I couldn't see if she entered
his house or went into his backyard. I waited for her
to return to our house but finally it was apparent that
she was not going right back to our house.
I started walking back down the street and as I walked
I called one of the girls I was supposed to meet and
told her that something had come up and I wouldn't be
able to make it today.
I went home and went back upstairs to my room. My
bedroom window looked out on our driveways. From there
I could see the side door of the neighbor's house and
the gate into his backyard.
I felt funny spying on my mom but I was afraid that
something was wrong and…I don't know. I just needed to
know.
I stared out of my bedroom window for more than an hour
before my mother came back out of the neighbor's back
yard. Once more she looked around nervously and when
she was certain that she was not being observed she
hurried to our side door and came in.
I listened as she rushed upstairs to her room. I waited
until I heard the shower running in the master bath
before I started to sneak back out of the house.
Her bedroom door was open when I made my way quietly
down the hall. I glanced in to make sure she wasn't in
her room. I didn't want her to see me sneaking out. I
heard her in the shower and I knew it was safe. I
started back down the hall but then I stopped.
I quietly made my way back to her room and, making sure
she was still in the shower I snuck in. The clothes she
had been wearing were on the bed and to say that I was
shocked would be an understatement. On top of her very
conservative dress was a set of the sexiest, laciest
underwear that I had ever seen. I would have bet
anything I own that my mother had never worn anything
like the bra and panty set I was staring down at.
I stared at them for a moment and then I went over and
picked up her panties. I felt like a criminal spying on
her this way. But I couldn't stop myself. I held the
panties up and stretched them out. They were really
beautiful, very, very sexy. But they were just not
something my mother would ever wear.
I held them up about face high and I was looking at
them when something suddenly fell onto my elbow. It was
warm and wet and had a very strong smell. I shivered
and under my breath I said, "Ewww! Gross!"
I lowered my mother's underwear and looked inside. The
crotch was soaking wet and there was more of that stuff
on the crotch panel that hadn't soaked in yet. I
sniffed it and even though I had never seen or smelled
it before I knew damn well what it was. My mother had a
man's cum in her panties!
I stood there staring in shock at the crotch of her
underwear until I heard my mom turn the shower off. I
dropped the panties and hurried out of the room. I was
almost panicking. I started to turn and go back to my
room. But then I came to my senses and hurried down the
stairs and went outside.
I stood on the steps for a few minutes and tried to
calm down. Then I went back in the house. I didn't hear
my mom so I called out and told her that I was home.
She called back down the stairs that she didn't feel
well and was lying down.
That was perfect with me. I couldn't face her right
now. I went up to my room and sat there staring out of
my window at nothing. My mind was spinning like a top.
This just could not be! My straight laced, up tight,
puritan of a mother was having an affair! Even after
seeing the evidence I didn't believe it!
To be honest I wasn't just upset about her having an
affair. I sat on my bed for a long time and the more I
thought about it the angrier I became that she would
throw a freaking fit over Brad having a Playboy and
then all but consign me to hell if I wanted a bikini.
And all the while she was running next door and fucking
the gay guy that had just moved in.
I laughed to myself then. I thought that dad would be
so relieved to find out that the guy wasn't gay after
all. All I had to do was wait for him to come home and
say, "Good news dad. The new next door neighbor isn't
gay after all. I know because he is fucking mom." I'm
sure that my homophobic father would be so relieved.
I was still sitting there trying to decide what, if
anything, I should do when Brad got home. He stopped by
my room on the way to his own. He stood at my door and
it looked like he was going to say something but he
stopped when he saw me. I never did find out what he
had come in to say. He looked at me for a minute and
asked, "What's wrong? You look like you just found out
you're pregnant."
I gave him a dirty look and then I tried to decide if I
should tell him what I had seen. I did not doubt for a
second that if dad found out that mom was having an
affair with the next door neighbor he would be gone. He
was one of those religious conservative "eye for an
eye" kinds of guys. He was one of the more intolerant
people I know and I didn't know what was going to
happen but I knew that I didn't want my family to be
split up.
Brad and I were pretty close. As close as any brother
and sister I guess. We fought sometimes but we had our
own groups of friends and we didn't really interact
that much. I suppose he is alright for brother. I trust
him. I just didn't know if he could keep this to
himself and I was afraid that he would say something to
mom more than I was that he would tell dad.
I decided that I had best keep what I knew to myself
for now. I told him that nothing was wrong. He didn't
believe me but I suppose he was afraid that it was some
"female" thing. He sure as hell didn't want to hear
about any of that stuff and he let it go. He forgot all
about whatever had brought him into my room to start
with and he turned and went to his room.
Dad went to work at the usual time the next day and
Brad had a baseball game at ten. I told my mom that I
was going to the park down the street for a couple of
hours and went down the street far enough that I
thought she wouldn't spot me and watched from behind a
tree.
I only had to wait fifteen minutes before my mother
snuck out of the house and into our neighbor's
backyard.
I waited a few minutes and when she didn't return I
walked quietly to the gate into our neighbor's yard. I
listened for any indication of what was going on in
there. I didn't hear anything at first. I heard the
faint sound of the waterfall, but no one was talking.
Not at first.
I tried peeking through the boards but I couldn't see
much of the backyard from where I was standing. I
couldn't see any of the pool, the deck or the patio. I
was just about to go in through my house and see if I
could see anything through the fence in our yard. But
just as I started to move away I heard a strong, quiet
but arrogant sounding voice say, "Are you ready bitch?"
What really shocked me though was when I heard my
mother respond in a mousy little voice, "Yes master."
I stood there in shock, unable to move. At first I
wasn't even trying to decide what to do next. I wasn't
thinking at all. I wasn't listening anymore. I was just
standing there unable to think.
I started to get some blood back into my brain and I
thought that maybe I should go ahead and go to the park
after all when suddenly the gate was thrown open and
our new neighbor said "Don't stand out there and spy on
us. Get in here!"
I stared at him for a long moment. I was embarrassed at
having been discovered. But I was terrified of what I
would find if I stepped through that gate. He didn't
seem to give me any choice though.
Before I took my first step he leaned out and pointed
to a small camera mounted on the side of the house and
said, "Security system. If you are going to spy on
people you need to learn to look for those."
He stepped back to let me in and more than anything I
wanted to run away. But I followed him into his big,
beautiful backyard.
He was wearing only a towel, which was scary enough.
But my eyes went immediately to my mother. She was
naked, kneeling on a cushion in front of a chair on the
patio.
She didn't look up. She stared straight ahead. I could
see how embarrassed she was even from where I stood by
the back gate. Her face and neck were bright red and
she was staring down at the empty chair in front of
her.
I came to a screeching stop when I saw her. Our
neighbor took several more steps before he realized I
wasn't following him. He turned back and smiled at me.
He gave me a few minutes to adjust to the shock.
Instead of continuing on though, I took a step back and
started to turn back to the gate. As I turned I said,
"I shouldn't be here. I can't see this."
He laughed quietly and in a commanding voice he said,
"Get over here. You've already seen it. I think you
know what is going on here. You might as well get the
whole story."
I suddenly realized that I didn't want to know the
whole story. I wanted this to all be a bad dream. I
wanted everything to go back to what it was three days
ago.
What I had heard, and what I saw now with my own eyes
was totally beyond my power to absorb and comprehend.
But I think that what was surprising me more than
anything else was that my mother was continuing to
kneel on that cushion as our neighbor escorted me
across the yard and onto the patio.
I couldn't understand why she didn't jump up and cover
herself or scream at me to leave. I couldn't understand
any of this.
As if he were reading my mind our neighbor said, "I
suppose you are wondering what is going on." And then,
apparently just to satisfy his idle curiosity he asked,
"Have you ever seen her naked before? She is terribly
shy."
I shook my head. I didn't trust myself to speak.
He grinned and said, "She's very sexy isn't she? I was
pleasantly surprised when I got her clothes off for the
first time. She is a very good fuck too. But we are
really having to work on her cocksucking skills. Can
you believe a woman her age can't suck a cock?!"
I was blushing as deeply as my mother by the time he
finished talking. This was not a conversation that I
wanted any part of. He was talking about things that a
teenage girl did not want to even contemplate her
mother doing. Obviously my mother had sex. My brother
and I existed. But I didn't want to know about it. I
didn't want to think about it. I most definitely didn't
want take an active role in her sex life!
When we stepped up onto the patio and into the shade of
his awning he said, "Sorry, got sidetracked there. Let
me show you why your mother is here."
He indicated the chair beside where he had obviously
been sitting and even though I wanted desperately to
run from here I reluctantly sat in the chair. Our new
neighbor had a very commanding presence. It seemed to
be impossible to disobey him.
I was now about three feet from my naked mother. I
couldn't look at her though. I was much too
embarrassed.
Our neighbor sat in the chair beside me. His legs were
spread and my mother was now between his knees. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see that her eyes were
closed, her lips were moving as though she was praying
and she was shaking her head almost imperceptibly.
But she didn't try to move away. She didn't protest.
She knelt quietly and waited. The last thing that I had
heard her say was "Yes master!"
Our neighbor pulled a laptop computer closer and opened
it. He turned it on and as it was booting up he said,
"By the way, my name is Sean. Sean Maxwell. But I
suppose that you should get used to calling me master."
I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath when he said
that.
As the computer came to life he said, "I suppose that
you are Lisa. You're sixteen, right?"
I nodded. I was staring at the computer. It seemed like
the only safe place to look. His towel was coming apart
and I had never seen a naked man before. I wasn't ready
to start and I didn't want to start with him.
The computer finished booting and I was staring
nervously at the desktop. Sean turned it towards him
and started to open a file. As he did my mother
whispered, "Please master. Please don't do this."
In a calm voice he answered, "Shut up bitch. Your mouth
is going to be busy enough in a couple of minutes."
He said, "Okay Lisa. You and your brother and your
mother each have computers. They are all connected to
the internet through a wireless router and modem. It is
a very convenient piece of equipment and reasonably
secure from prying eyes when installed properly with a
good firewall. Unfortunately for your mother, whoever
set your system up didn't feel that was necessary, or
they were too ignorant. I suppose that it wouldn't have
mattered if your mother was the model of propriety that
you thought she was."
Sean opened several files and suddenly I was looking at
pictures of my mother in various stages of undress and
then in the nude. The pictures were not that good but
they were in color and they were clear enough that it
was obvious who I was looking at.
Sean said, "I turned my computer on when I first moved
in and I live close enough that I was receiving the
signal from all three of your computers. I didn't set
out to snoop but since they were there I watched and I
must admit I was shocked. Here, watch this."
He opened a video and I watched in dismay as my mother
pushed her chair back. Her body was totally displayed
now and she smiled at the camera and started to tease
whoever this video had originally been sent to. She
played with her breasts, pinched and pulled her nipples
and then moved her hands down and began to masturbate
for the pleasure of someone on the internet.
Sean said, "I've got hours of this stuff. But that's
just the beginning. The chats, oh my! You just won't
believe the things she says to these men in those
chats. But even that isn't the worst of it. Look at
this."
Mom squeaked and said in a desperate, pleading voice,
"Oh god! Please master!"
Sean looked annoyed and said, "I warned you. Get back
to work!"
I didn't want to look but I couldn't stop myself. I
watched in shock while my mother, with tears running
down her cheeks, bent down, spread the towel that
covered him and took Sean's large, hard cock into her
mouth and started sucking on it.
I couldn't believe my eyes! I suddenly realized that I
was staring at my mother sucking a cock and I whipped
my head back around to face the laptop. Sean chuckled
and closed the image of my mother masturbating. I was
relieved that it was gone from the screen but I
screamed when he opened a file and I saw a very clear
photograph of myself in the nude.
I stared in disbelief at the candid picture of me in
the nude. I wasn't posing and it was obvious that I
didn't know it was being taken. For the next minute or
so I didn't hear anything that he was saying to me. My
mind was trying to deal with the idea that there were
pictures of me with no clothes on. I knew that the man
beside me had seen me naked. And I knew that god knows
how many strange men that my mother had met on the
internet had been given nude pictures of me.
The pictures were taken when I was in the bathroom. It
appeared that the bathroom door had been opened just
enough to permit my mother to take pictures of me
getting out of the shower. There were several of them.
He opened them one at a time. By the time three of the
pictures had been opened every part of my body had been
on display.
As he went through them he said, "She was sending these
to people she chatted with. It wasn't enough that she
got naked and masturbated and offered to serve as a sex
slave and do anything and everything they wanted. She
also offered to let them use her teenage daughter as a
slave. She has also offered to hide a camera in your
bedroom so that they could watch you undress at night.
In some of her chats she even agreed to have sex with
you while they watched. Those chats are all fantasy of
course. I doubt if she intended to do any of those
things. They were just the things that turned her on,
her and her male friends."
THIS IS THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LET ME BUY A BIKINI!!!
I was speechless. I stared at the laptop, unable to
look at him or her, especially since she still had his
penis in her mouth.
He closed the pictures but he said, "I've got dozens of
those. Most of them were taken while you were in the
bathroom but some were also taken in your bedroom. In
some you are in your underwear but in most of them you
are in the nude."
He went down a list of chats that he had kept. There
looked to be nearly a hundred of them. He selected one
and said, "Here, you read this for a while. I'm going
to let your mother finish her lesson now."
He turned the computer to face me and he turned back
toward my mother. He relaxed in his chair and said,
"Okay cunt, suck me off. Let's see if you have gotten
any better. Remember what I told you was going to
happen if you gagged this time."
I tried not to hear the sounds of my mother sucking his
cock as I read the shocking things my mother had
written in her chat with some strange man. It was
really gross. She offered to do anything to please him.
She wanted to be tied up and whipped and raped by large
numbers of men. She promised to submit to sex with
animals. She offered the man the opportunity to take
the virginity of her teenage daughter, the girl in the
pictures that she had just sent him. ME! She used the
nastiest language and there didn't seem to be any
perversion that didn't excite her.
I read it slowly, letting it sink it. I had only read
for a few minutes before I received another shock. I
was becoming aroused!
I wasn't sure why. I don't know much about sex really.
I have never had sex. I haven't even masturbated! It
has been drummed into me that sex is something that
happens after marriage and that masturbation is a sin.
I'm not sure that I buy it all. We live in a fairly
permissive society and I know that a lot of my friends
are no longer virgins. I know that almost everybody
masturbates. I have tried it a couple of times and it
felt good. But I was so self conscious I had to quit.
And even though I didn't finish what I had started I
still felt guilty for even trying. That's how uptight
my parents have made me.
So I was astounded at the things my mother had said in
her chat, but equally astounded to find that I was
becoming aroused.
By the time I finally got to the end of the chat I was
nearly panting. My nipples were hard and my pussy was
wet. If I had been alone I am pretty sure that I would
have been rubbing myself right then. Much of what I was
reading about was new to me but it was really having an
effect on me.
Except for the slurping noise there had been silence
from my mother and Sean while I read the chat log.
Shortly after I finished I heard Sean say, "That's a
good bitch. You're getting much better at that. Suck
that cock you kinky cunt! I'm getting close now. Get
ready to drink a big load of cum now."
My head seemed to turn in that direction of its own
accord. I found myself staring down at my mother
working furiously to suck the large cock in her mouth.
Then I saw Sean tense up and grab her head and swear
loudly and I knew he was cumming. I had never seen
anyone have an orgasm before. It was pretty intense.
I saw my mother struggling and trying hard to swallow
but she just couldn't do it without gagging. She looked
terrified. But when she gagged her terror was magnified
because of his previous threat. I didn't know what her
punishment was going to be but it must be something
pretty bad.
She finally stopped swallowing and just held his cock
in her mouth while he regained his composure. He was
sitting at an angle to me and I could see my mother
head on. I was sitting slightly behind him but I could
just make out the smug look on his face. He looked
pleased and I just knew that it was because my mother
had failed to swallow his cum without gagging.
After a few minutes he pushed her head away and said,
"Go get me a beer bitch."
She looked devastated as she walked away but I was
unable to feel any pity for her. She had cheated on my
father with the next door neighbor. He had not admitted
it yet but it was pretty obvious that she was being
blackmailed into being here and doing these things now.
I didn't care. I was furious. She had taken nude
pictures of me and handed them out freely to perfect
strangers. Oh my god! What if someone at my school saw
those! I'd never live that down!
I was brought back to the present, or perhaps I should
say my future, when Sean said, "And now for you little
girl."
I felt so dirty and so humiliated. I could hardly stand
to look him in the eye. But I wondered what he thought
he had on me that would make me call him master.
He looked pretty sure of himself though and it worried
me. It worried me because I had a secret.
He said, "I suspect that I could convince you to serve
me without too much trouble. I noticed how aroused you
became when you read that chat. Those things turn you
on just like they do your mother. They are the kinds of
things that a good girl like you needs someone like me
to make her do. Just like your mother needs me to force
her. She puts on a good show of abject humiliation. But
she loves what I am doing to her. I doubt if she has
ever had as many orgasms in her entire previous life as
she has had since I started blackmailing her. Yes Lisa,
I am blackmailing her. But she would be heartbroken if
I stopped."
I thought to myself, "So one good way to hurt her would
be to tell my dad. Then you would have nothing to
blackmail her with."
But then I reminded myself that the marriage would end,
and it would end in a horrible, nasty fashion. As
furious as I was with my mother I didn't want that to
happen.
Sean gave me a minute or two to let what he had said
sink in. Before he started talking again I thought
about what he had said. Would I really enjoy being
treated the way that he is treating my mother?! I had
been aroused by the chat he had showed me. I had never
been exposed to those kinds of things and it surprised
me that I had been turned on. But still, I wouldn't
want to be his sex slave. I wouldn't want to be
anyone's sex slave. Would I?
I had another moment alone with my thoughts when my
mother returned from the kitchen with his beer. He took
it from her and ordered her to go stand by the
waterfall with her back to us. He waited until she was
out of hearing range before he started talking again.
He still had that annoying arrogant look on his face. I
had to keep staring at his face though, because his
cock was still exposed and it made me very
uncomfortable.
He said, "I hacked into your computer too Lisa. I'll
have to admit it was pretty damned boring. At least
your brother looks at naked women and reads dirty
stories. You seemed like the perfect kid. I was
actually disappointed. I saw those pictures your mother
took of you and I couldn't help thinking how great it
would be to pop your cherry, and teach you how to suck
a cock too. You are even hotter than your mother and
that's saying something."
His compliments were making me shudder. This guy was in
pretty good shape but he was about ten years older than
my father for heaven's sake! I didn't want him touching
me! It worried me that he thought he knew something
about me that would compel me to give in to him. It
worried me because I did have a secret that no one
knew. A very dark secret. But I was certain that there
was no trace of it on my computer. There were, at one
time, a large number of emails about it but I had
deleted those almost a year ago.
As much as I hated the idea of seeing his exposed
privates it was nearly impossible to look him in the
eye. It looked like he could read my mind. That was odd
because I was almost too creeped out by all of this to
know what I was thinking myself.
But it really was like he was reading my mind. He
chuckled and said, "You are thinking that there is no
way that I could have found out. The problem is,
sweetheart, those emails to Gail and Tina that you
think were safely deleted, well, those things never go
away. There are all kinds of software available to
restore erased files. I know all about what happened
last summer that could put all three of you in jail. I
know about the stolen car and the hit and run. I did
some checking and the woman you hit lived, but she was
in the hospital for a long time and she still suffers
from the effects of what you three did."
I panicked. He knew! I didn't even try to deny it. He
knew everything. It wasn't fair. Gail and I didn't know
that Tina had picked us up in a stolen car. Some jerk
had stopped at a liquor store and left his car running.
Tina was walking by on her way to meet us in the park.
She saw the car and jumped in and took off. She had
never done a dishonest thing before in her life and she
still doesn't know why she did it.
She picked me and Gail up at the park and it was so
great to be on wheels that it didn't bother us at first
that she wouldn't tell us where she got the car. It
didn't bother us that she didn't have a license. We
were all fifteen so we knew she didn't have one.
We didn't find out that the car was stolen until she
hit a woman who stepped out from between two parked
cars and knocked her right over one of the cars. It
wasn't even Tina's fault. If she had a license and if
she had been driving her own car they couldn't have
said a thing to her. But as soon as it happened she
sped off, driving like crazy. We were all panicky and
crying and Gail and I were begging her to stop and go
back but she finally screamed, "I CAN'T GO BACK!! I
stole the fucking car! I don't have a license. Jesus!
They'll lock me up until I'm twenty-one at least! Oh
Jesus! Fuck me! Oh god! What if I killed her?!"
Even though our fingerprints were not on file anywhere
we wiped the car down like crazy and ditched it. Then
we waited for weeks for the cops to show up and arrest
us. The three of us exchanged a blizzard of emails for
a couple of weeks and since then Gail and I have not
had anything to do with Tina. We deleted all the emails
and tried to forget about it.
Actually, except for when something reminds me of it,
like when there is a hit and run in the news, I have
almost forgotten about it. But it never fails. Whenever
something brings it back to the forefront of my mind I
start having those nightmares again. I can still see
the woman stepping out from between those parked cars
with the cell phone plastered to her ear, totally
oblivious of her surroundings. She never even saw the
car that hit her.
Sean had given me a minute for what he said to sink in.
I didn't bother to try to deny it. I knew that it had
been obvious from my face that I was involved.
He said, "I checked with a detective friend. I know
that the case is still active. I doubt if they are
actively working it any longer. But it is still open. I
also know that despite the attempts to wipe the car
clean they found half a dozen clear prints and plenty
of hair samples to make DNA matches with if they find
the suspects."
He was quiet for a second and then he said, "I think
that it is time for you to start calling me master,
don't you?"
In a desperate, pleading voice I exclaimed, "I didn't
know. I didn't know she stole the car. I was in the
back seat! I didn't do anything. You read my emails,
you know that!"
He smiled smugly and responded, "You've earned your
first punishment already. That's good. I have been
looking forward to punishing you."
My mouth gaped open and he said, "You forgot to call me
master. I do not tolerate that."
Then he said, "You didn't steal the car, and from your
emails I am convinced that you didn't realize that it
was stolen. You were not driving and you and your
friend even tried to convince Tina to return to the
scene. But when she didn't you didn't report her. The
list of crimes that you and Gail are guilty of is as
long as my arm. From aiding and abetting to misprision
of a felony. Little girl, your ass is mine. Do you want
to argue some more?"
I slumped in my chair. I closed my eyes and I shook my
head as total surrender washed over me. In the seconds
before he snatched me up by my hair, one thought was
seared into my brain. "This old man is going to take my
virginity!"
But then I was screaming and reaching up to grab his
wrist to keep him from pulling all of my hair out. He
held me with my ass about six inches off of the seat
cushion and he growled right in my ear, "Listen to me
very closely you little cunt! You do not nod your head
at me. You say yes master. You may use the word no if
that is the appropriate answer, but you do not ever
refuse to do anything that I order you to do. You do
not hesitate to obey when I give you an order. Your
entire life has just shifted focus. From this moment
until I decide to set you free your entire life
revolves around pleasing me. You now exist for my
entertainment. I don't think I can put it any clearer
than that. Do you have any questions?"
I gasped, "No sir! I mean no master! Please you're
hurting me!"
He smiled and said, "Of course I am hurting you, you
stupid cunt. I'm holding you up by your fucking hair.
Did you think that I was not aware that I was hurting
you? Do you think that I am stupid?"
I was in so much pain I could hardly talk but I managed
to gasp, "No master!"
He grinned and said, "I'm basically a nice guy, bitch.
But when I need to hurt you I don't mind doing it.
Sometimes you have to get a cunt's attention before you
can train it. Some cunts are harder to train than
others. How much pain you suffer is going to be pretty
much up to you. If you do everything I say immediately
and don't give me any shit you will only be hurt a
little. Otherwise…, well, there are lots of amusing
ways to train a reluctant slave. Amusing for me, not
you."
He finally let go of my hair and I sank back into the
seat and rubbed my head. He began talking to me as if I
were a stupid kid, "We are going to start slow Lisa. I
was going to wait until I had your mother a little
better trained before I brought you over to join in the
fun and games. But since you saw fit to crash the party
we might as well start your training. Stand up."
I jumped to my feet. I realized that I was terrified of
this man, and not just because he could destroy my
family and put me in jail. He was scary and big and I
didn't doubt for a minute that he would hurt me just
for the pleasure of it.
He called my mother back over. She was still standing
by the waterfall with her back to us and she hadn't
heard any of what was spoken between us. When she
turned around I saw that she had been crying. But she
turned as soon as he called to her and hurried over.
I remembered the first day that I had seen her
returning from my new master's house. She had been
limping. I doubt if she had turned her ankle. He had
done something to hurt her.
As soon as she was standing before him he said, "I want
you and your daughter to get my cock hard. Then I want
you to sit on it and fuck me while we watch her take
her clothes off. Now!"
She didn't argue. She didn't hesitate. She pulled the
cushion that she had been kneeling on earlier back into
position and she got down on her knees between his
legs. She reached up and grabbed my arm and pulled me
down beside her. There was a pleading look in her eyes
and I saw how very afraid of him she was.
She placed my hand around the base of his cock. She
wrapped my fingers around it and for the first time in
my life I was touching a cock. I finally had no choice
but to look at it. It was pretty frightening. He was a
large man and his cock seemed appropriately large. It
suited his body size.
I had read a little about men's dicks and heard stories
from some of my friends. I knew how big most of these
things were. This was bigger than that. Not weird big
or anything. But if I had to guess I would guess that
it was almost seven inches long. My hand only just
managed to go all the way around it at the base. It
felt hot in my hand and it started to move as I held
it. I noticed that he wasn't circumcised and it looked
really funny when it started to grow. The big, shiny
head began to peek out of the sheath of skin that
covered it and I felt the shaft expanding in my hand. I
was repelled by his dick, but yet I was in awe of the
process. There was something almost magical about the
way it grew like that.
Mom showed me how to move my hand up and down on his
dick to please him and then she bent down and took it
into her mouth. She started sucking on it and moving
her head up and down the shaft and I struggled to match
her movements. As we worked on his cock I felt her
tears falling on my hand. I didn't feel sorry for her
though. I was still furious with her.
As I worked his dick in my hand and my mom sucked it I
felt it getting bigger and harder and before very long
I couldn't even get my fingers all the way around it.
He stopped her when his cock was hard and she lifted
her mouth off of it. It had grown significantly. It had
been scary enough before but now it was at least eight
inches long and the foreskin had completely
disappeared. It was throbbing in my hand and there was
at least a half an inch of gap between the tip of my
finger and the tip of my thumb. That thing was really
terrifying. I didn't think that there was any way that
thing could fit inside of my body!
Sean made my mother straddle him and he ordered me to
guide his cock into her pussy. That was the most
disgusting thing that I had ever heard of! But I was
far too scared to do anything but obey.
My mother lowered her body down slowly into his lap and
as she did I guided the head of that huge thing to her
moist slit. She grunted as it started to enter her and
I stared in fascination as it slowly disappeared inside
of her.
She didn't seem to be in pain. In fact, much to my
disgust I looked at her face and it looked like she was
enjoying it!
As her pussy neared my fist I quickly pulled my hand
away. But I found it impossible to tear my eyes away. I
knelt there and watched her pussy slide all of the way
down until she had completely enveloped him.
She started to move up and down on him slowly. I
noticed that as his cock came back out of her it was
soaking wet. The fucking bitch loved this! I wanted to
slap her right in the face as hard as I could.
I was distracted from the violent thoughts I was having
about my mother when Sean said, "Okay cunt. Stand up
and get undressed. Take your time. I'm going to really
enjoy this."
I stood up and stepped back a couple of paces. I had to
tear my eyes away from that place where their bodies
joined. I shook my head to clear it and then I started
to slowly lift my t-shirt up.
I knew that he had seen pictures of me naked. But even
so, I had never undressed in front of a male. At least
not since my brother and I used to take baths together
when we were like three or four. And I don't even
remember that!
I was shaking so bad now that I could hardly stay on my
feet. This, the idea of taking my clothes off in front
of a man, seemed to be harder for me than when my
mother had wrapped my hands around his dick a few
minutes ago.
I saw his eyes following the path of my t-shirt as it
slowly moved up towards my breasts, baring my stomach.
I was displaying no more flesh that I would have in my
conservative swim suit top but even so I was incredibly
embarrassed. I didn't want him to see me naked!
Even though I was furious with my mother, the idea that
she was watching me undress to please a man I hardly
knew was even more mortifying. But I was helpless to
stop. I had already incurred one punishment. I didn't
know what that was going to be but I knew that he would
enjoy it and I would hate it.
He had told me to take my time. But he had also warned
me about hesitation. I knew that I was going to end up
naked in a few minutes. I just had to somehow force
myself to do it and not get in any more trouble.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself and slowly
uncovered my bra covered breasts. My bra was, of
course, one of the most conservative available. That
was all that my duplicitous mother would permit. Not
that it was unattractive. It was silky and feminine and
I thought that it looked pretty hot when I stood in
front of my mirror and put it on.
I had no more reason to delay now that my bra had been
exposed and I finished taking the shirt off and tossed
it onto a nearby chair. I felt his eyes moving over my
bra covered breasts and it really gave me the creeps. I
had just recently moved up to a B cup and I was feeling
pretty proud of my breasts. But right now I was wishing
that I was flat as a pancake. I didn't want this son of
a bitch looking at me and getting turned on.
I left my bra for later and started unbuttoning my
khaki shorts. I wasn't wearing a belt. I slowly
unzipped them and when I glanced up both Sean and my
mother were watching carefully as my pants opened and
the tops of my panties was exposed.
I spread my shorts open a little more. They were a
little tight and I had to work them down carefully to
avoid pulling my panties down with them. I slowly
worked them down and let them fall to my feet. I bent
in as ladylike a fashion as possible on my shaky legs
and picked them up and dropped them on my shirt.
I was wearing a pair of relatively modest bikini
panties with narrow patches of lace on the sides and
over my thighs. Like the bra they were feminine and
attractive but still quite conservative.
A slight breeze blew across my body and I shivered. I
remembered how much I had resented my mother for
demanding that I wear conservative bathing suits and
clothing. Now I was standing in front of her and
undressing for a man and I wanted to crawl into a hole
and hide.
My hands were shaking so much that I wasn't sure I
would be able to unhook my bra. I reached behind my
back and I struggled with it for what seemed like a
very long time. I just couldn't do it!
In desperation I slid the straps down off of my
shoulders and closed my eyes. I pushed the bra down off
of my breasts. It fell to my waist and I turned it
around and finally I managed to work the clasp free.
I opened my eyes and both of them were staring at my
exposed tits. She seemed as excited by them as he did!
I almost threw the bra right in her face. Only fear of
him stopped me.
I dropped my bra with the rest of my clothes and now
there was just my panty. I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband and glanced at him as if there might be a
reprieve. I saw only lust on his face. I suppose it
didn't help that my mother was fucking him rather
rapidly at the moment. But I had the distinct
impression that his lust was directed at me. And no, I
don't think that was conceit on my part.
I took one last moment to steel myself and I slowly
pushed my underwear down and stepped out of it. I stood
up and I was naked but for my sandals.
He stared at me for a few seconds and then he said,
"Come over here you little bitch."
There were only two paces separating us. My legs were
like rubber and they almost gave out as I edged closer.
He waited until I was near enough and then he reached
out and his hand began to explore my body while his
cock was ramming up and down in my mother's pussy.
For the first time a man touched my tits. The feeling
of heat that washed over me was indescribable. As much
as I hated what was happening to me I couldn't deny the
excitement of being touched by a man. My entire body
felt like it was vibrating. It would have been a good
feeling if it had been someone like Casey Jordan
touching me.
No, that isn't honest. I would have preferred that it
was Casey touching me but it felt pretty damn good
regardless.
His hand moved down and traced a path through my pubic
hair before his finger began to move lightly over my
pussy. He slid his finger up through my slit and held
it up to show me and my mother how wet I was. Like I
needed the extra humiliation!
He sucked his finger clean and then put it back between
my legs. He slowly wormed it inside of me and I thought
at first he might take my virginity with his finger.
But he didn't. He stopped when his finger came into
contact with my hymen.
He smiled. It was a particularly evil smile I thought.
He whispered to my mother, "I am touching your little
girl's hymen. The tip of my finger is pressing against
it. I have never fucked a virgin before. Your daughter
is going to be the first one. She's never been fucked.
She has never sucked a cock. We have a lot to teach
her, don't we cunt?"
Mom was now moving violently up and down on his cock
and panting with the exertion. At least I think that
was why she was panting. She nodded and said, "Yes
master."
I hadn't noticed at first but his breath was becoming
labored too. He moved his hands down to her waist and
started to control her motions.
Without looking at me he ordered, "Get down on that
cushion, bitch. Get your head down there and start
licking my balls. I want you to lick my balls until I
cum in your mother's cunt. And don't stop until I tell
you to."
I shuddered in revulsion but I moved around in front of
him and carefully dropped to my knees on the cushion.
It didn't look like there was room for my face in there
but I wormed my way in between his thighs and tilted my
head up and struggled to reach his balls with my
tongue.
He sounded disgusted with my unsatisfactory efforts
when he said to my mother, "Reach down there and pull
her head in close, cunt. She thinks she is a delicate
flower. She doesn't realize she's just a cum dump now."
My mother placed one hand on the back of my head and
pulled my face into their conjoined crotches. Her pussy
was now moving up and down on my face and I had my lips
pressed against his balls. I licked them as instructed.
The smell was pretty bad but there was surprisingly
little taste so it didn't gross me out as much as I
thought it might.
Well, I guess it did. But there was nothing that I
could do about it. Being helpless seemed to make things
like this easier.
Whether it was because of what I was doing or what mom
was doing he came very quickly after I started licking
his balls. It was pretty violent there for a while, and
there was a lot of grunting and groaning.
Suddenly the smell was a lot stronger and my tongue
began to pick up a change in the taste. All at once I
could detect a bitter, bleachy taste and I almost puked
when I realized that I tasted his cum as it dripped
down out of my mother's pussy and onto his balls.
It wasn't just him cumming either! My mother was crying
out, "YES! OH GOD YES! I'M CUMMING!" It was totally
disgusting.
They finally stopped moving and they both seemed to go
limp. I stopped licking but he growled, "I didn't tell
you to stop you stupid little cunt!"
I groaned. My jaw was getting sore and my neck was
straining to remain in this unnatural position. But the
worst part was the taste. It was horrible. How could
women allow men to shoot this crap into their mouths?!
It was sickening!
He finally said, "Okay, that's enough. Get out of the
way."
My whole body seemed to hurt as I straightened up and
then struggled to my feet. I had been kept in a very
unnatural position. For just a moment I was more
concerned with soothing my aching body parts than I was
with the fact that I was naked.
Sean pushed my mother roughly off of his lap and took a
long sip of his beer. He put his beer down and picked
his watch up off the table. It must have been late and
it occurred to me that he had to keep what was
happening from my father or he lost his hold over my
mother.
He ignored my mother and stared at me for a minute. He
smiled and said, "I bet you are surprised to be leaving
here with your virginity intact. I guess we'll have to
do something about that tomorrow. Now, how should I
punish you? It needs to be something that will stay
with you so that you will obey without hesitation from
now on when you are given an order."
I stared at the patio floor as he stared at me and
thought it over. Finally he said, "Look at me you
little bitch."
My head came up instantly and I looked into his eyes. I
saw the smug, evil smile on his face and I knew that I
wasn't going to like whatever it was he had come up
with.
It turned out to worse than I thought. It was such an
unthinkable thing to do. It was so horrible that I
thought it might be better to go ahead and turn myself
in to the cops. He called me closer again before he
explained what he had decided. His finger dipped into
my pussy and when it was wet with my juices he began to
tease my clit with it. I almost fell to my knees as his
finger moved over me. Every time his wet finger slid
across that little nubbin it took my breath away.
Suddenly I had no will power, no will to resist.
Nothing he said now mattered. Just the sensations he
was causing with his finger.
He watched my face as he brought me very close to the
first orgasm I had ever had and began to speak. "Your
punishment this time shall be humiliation instead of
pain. Keep in mind that each time you need to be
punished the punishment will be worse. I'm sure you
have already come to realize that I have a very dirty
mind. You do not want to plumb my depths you cute
little cunt. At nine o'clock tonight I want you to get
your brother into your room. I want him to see you
naked. And I want you to give him an orgasm. You are
not to let him put his cock inside of your pussy or
your mouth. But except for that he can do whatever he
wants for…oh let's say half an hour. I want you to have
your lights on and your blinds open and you must be
careful to make sure that this takes place where I can
see you."
He grinned and said, "In fact, from now on I don't want
you to ever close your blinds and any time it is dark
outside you will have your lights on until it is time
to turn out the lights and go to sleep. You are smart
enough to realize the point of that set of
instructions. I don't think I have to tell you to stay
out of the corners of your room where I can't see you,
do I?"
I was still struggling to resist the sensations that
his finger was causing. I groaned loudly and gasped,
"No master!"
He took his finger away then, just before I lost
control.
He reached over and handed me my shirt and shorts. He
kept my underwear. He said, "You two can leave now."
He reached into his wallet which was lying on the table
and handed my mother some money. He said, "I want you
to take her shopping at Sweet Nothings first thing
tomorrow morning. You know what I want you to buy and
you know how I want you to shop. I'm sure it is still
fresh in your mind. Unfortunately I can't be there, but
there will be people there and some of them may or may
not be friends of mine. I want you both back here
tomorrow at one. Now get the fuck out of here."
As we hurried away he called after mom, "And don't
forget the shoes."
My mother and I dressed hurriedly. My mother was
allowed to wear her underwear but he sent me home in
just a t-shirt and shorts.
My mother followed close behind as I hurried to the
side door of our house. As soon as we stepped inside
she started trying to explain. I turned around and
screamed, "Don't you dare talk to me you lying, two-
faced, hypocritical bitch!"
I turned and stormed out of the kitchen and rushed to
my room. I saw her face before I did though and I took
great satisfaction from her distress. She looked like
she had been struck and the anguish I saw pleased me.
It did not atone for what I had learned about her today
or what I had been forced to do. But after being
totally helpless for the last hour or so it felt good
to lash out.
I hurried to my room and as I undressed and got ready
to take a shower I stared at my bedroom window and
remembered what I had to do at nine this evening. I
wasn't sure that I could do it.
I stared at his house on the other side of our
driveways and wondered if he would really turn me in to
the police if I disobeyed him. I couldn't be sure of
course. But he had nothing to lose. If he couldn't get
me to obey then he lost nothing by taking those emails
to the police. And although I was furious with my
mother I didn't want my parents to get divorced. That
was a very scary word and it terrified me.
My mother had gotten herself under control and she
knocked on my door and slowly opened it. I had finished
undressing and I wanted to go take my shower. I wasn't
ready to deal with her.
She was crying, tears were running down her cheeks. She
said, "I know you hate me and you have every right to.
I don't blame you. I can't explain what I did. I can't
even explain it to myself."
"I was raised just the way you have been raised except
that something happened when I was thirteen. But I
repressed all of my feelings, all of my fantasies. I
never planned to…I never planned to do anything. Things
just seemed to happen and I let them. I didn't go to
sex chat rooms, not once. I never intended to talk
about sex or fantasies or any of that. I was talking to
a man at a web site about healthy diets and I enjoyed
talking to him. I don't even know how our conversations
changed to…to that other stuff."
"It didn't happen right away. Eventually we started
talking about our childhood years and, somehow, I don't
even remember how, we were talking about fantasies. I'm
sorry, but it excited me. And it wasn't very long at
all after that before I was telling him about my
repressed fantasies, the fantasies that I had when I
was your age and younger."
"Over the months our relationship changed and I became
his online slave. I know it was wrong but god how I
loved it! It was so exciting. I let him talk me into
sending him pictures. They were just regular pictures
at first. But he ordered me to buy a camera for my
computer and told me how to use it. I started letting
him see me in my underwear and things progressed from
there. He started inviting other men to our chats and I
said and did things for them too. Soon there were
almost a dozen men that I was chatting with regularly.
I was sitting there naked with that camera on and
masturbating and offering to do every perverted thing
in the world and I was cumming and cumming and
cumming."
I screamed at her, "YOU SENT THEM NUDE PICTURES OF YOUR
SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER! YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME WEAR A
BIKINI AND YOU ARE SHOWING ME OFF IN THE NUDE! WHAT IS
WRONG WITH YOU?!"
She yelled back, "I don't know!! As god is my witness I
don't know! Oh Lisa, I am so sorry. I can't stop it.
That man next door knows everything about me and he has
those pictures. If I don't do what he says then my life
is over. And that isn't even the worst part! I hate it,
I hate what he does to me, what he makes me do to him.
But every time I go over there I have more orgasms than
I can count. I must be sick, but I can't help myself!
And now, what happened today, watching him with you.
I'm sorry, but it was like watching it happen to me
when I was your age. It is like I'm watching the movie
of my fantasy life starring my daughter! I want to die
Lisa, but god forgive me it turned me on!"
She collapsed to the floor and covered her face and
cried hysterically. I was almost too stunned to
comprehend the things she had just told me. There was
the nagging fear in the back of my mind that I was too
much like her. Because I had not forgotten how excited
I had gotten when I read her chat log and when that
ogre had touched me. But I was too confused and too
conflicted to resolve this now. I had a lot of thinking
to do.
I finally said, "I have to take a shower. I strongly
suggest that you do the same. You smell like a fresh
fucked cunt!"
I felt so empowered having the nerve to vent like that.
She couldn't say a word about my language after today.
I watched her struggle back to her feet and she
whispered, "I'm so sorry Lisa. I know you don't believe
that and I know you don't understand how I could have
done the things that I have done. But I know how
horrible I am and I can only say that I am sorry."
She turned and went to her room. I grabbed my robe and
went down the hall to the bathroom I shared with Brad.
I brushed my teeth for a long time before I got the
nasty taste out of my mouth. Then I took a long hot
shower. I tried to keep my mind blank. Everywhere that
my thoughts went was uncomfortable. I didn't want to
think about what had happened this afternoon. I didn't
want to think about what was going to happen at nine
o'clock tonight. I didn't want to think about tomorrow
when that old man was going to take my virginity. I
didn't want to think about all of the men who had seen
my photograph and were probably posting it all over the
internet.
I was half way through with my shower before I realized
how hard I was crying. I struggled to get myself under
control. I ran my soapy hands over my body and it
reminded me of Sean exploring my body and how exciting
it had been. I groaned in frustration and forced my
mind to go blank again.
Finally I felt like I had washed the events of this
afternoon from my skin and I got out and dried off. I
put my robe on and went back to my room. On the way to
my room I passed Brad in the hallway. He glanced at me
and nodded but as usual he hardly seemed to notice that
I existed. I think that my whole body must have blushed
then as I contemplated what was going to happen
tonight.
I went to my room and closed the door and leaned
against it. I opened my robe and hung it on the back of
my door and as I walked to my dresser to get clean
underwear out I passed my window. I looked out at the
house next door and I noticed movement in the upstairs
window.
He saw me looking at his window and he drew the drapes
all the way open. He opened his window and the glare of
the afternoon sun on the glass disappeared. I saw him
sitting there staring at me. He made sure of it. He
didn't wave or do anything to attract attention. He
just sat on the side of the bed and watched.
It took a moment for me to shake myself loose from his
gaze. I turned to my dresser and got out my underwear.
I stood where he could see me and I could feel him
watching while I put my panty and my bra on. I got out
a modest tank top and a pair of loose fitting running
shorts and put them on. Then I put my sandals back on
and went out of the room.
I didn't want to be in a room with my mother right now
but I couldn't stay in my room and I was supposed to
help with supper. During the school year we didn't have
chores but during summer vacation I was supposed to
help with dinner and the clean up afterwards. Brad had
to do the yard work. We got a small allowance for it
and we weren't being worked to death. We didn't mind.
But I was still not ready to talk to my mother.
I joined her in the kitchen and we worked in silence to
prepare supper. She was obviously very sorry for the
situation that we were in but the first time she opened
her mouth I quietly interrupted her and said, "I tell
you what mom. Talk to me after I strip down for my
little brother tonight and get him off for the
amusement of our next door neighbor."
She didn't try to talk to me again that night.
We sat down to eat when dad got home. Our meals were
normally quiet affairs but we were quieter than usual
this evening. Neither dad nor Brad seemed to even
notice.
After we ate I put the dishes in the dishwasher and my
mother and I worked together in silence to clean up the
kitchen. When we were finished the others went in and
watched television. I couldn't stand the thought of
sitting in front of the television or of being in the
room with my mother and father.
The trouble was that I didn't want to go to my room
either. I didn't want to be in my room and not even
know if that pervert next door was staring at me. I
would just have to assume that he was. I felt like
crying. I should be able to be alone in my room and be
safe and not have to worry about perverts watching me.
I finally just slipped out the back door and sat on a
lawn chair in the dark. I wanted to think about
anything else but I found myself trying to figure out
how I was going to do what I had to do with Brad. How
do I get my brother to come to my room and watch me
undress? What do I say to him to get him to let me get
him off? And how do I do it? I guess I'm supposed to
masturbate him. How do you explain that request to your
brother?!
I started getting eaten up by mosquitoes so I went
inside. It was a little after eight. I decided that I
might as well go to my room and get used to being
stared at. I left my door wide open so that I would see
Brad if he walked by. I opened my book and I stared at
the page but I never read a word.
At nine o'clock I decided that I was going to have to
go downstairs and get Brad but the show he had been
watching ended and he came up on his own. I called him
into my room and as soon as he stepped inside my heart
started beating a mile a minute. All of a sudden I was
terrified again.
He looked at me and he seemed to be concerned. I guess
that some of what I was feeling was showing on my face.
I had never really decided how I was going to do this
and the silence between us was growing uncomfortable as
I stood there on the verge of panic.
After a minute or two Brad asked, "Are you okay Lisa?
You're acting funny."
I didn't answer and he asked, "What did you want?"
I got up and closed my bedroom door and turned to face
him. I took a deep breath and asked, "Brad, I would
like to ask you a favor."
He waited for me to continue and it was hard. I was
figuring this out as I went along.
I asked him, "Have you ever seen a girl naked, in real
life I mean?"
He looked at me funny and then he grinned and asked,
"Okay, what's going on? What are you trying to pull?"
I shook my head and closed my eyes and tried to calm
down. When I thought I could talk calmly I said, "I
have never seen a boy naked. I want to see you with
your clothes off. If you let me see you naked I will
get undressed and I will even let you touch me. But
that isn't all. I want to see what it looks like when a
boy cums. I want you to let me masturbate you."
He stared at me like I had two heads for a moment and
asked, "You're shitting me right? This is some kind of
trick isn't it? What's the deal?"
I shook my head and said, "No trick Brad. I mean it."
He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what
the trick was. He asked, "You seriously expect me to
believe that you are asking me for permission to beat
my meat?! This is me Lisa. I know you better than that.
Tell me what's going on or get out of my way so I can
go to my room."
I was starting to get desperate now. I never imagined
that he might say no. I started to lift up my halter
top and asked, "If I get undressed will that convince
you?"
He grinned and said, "It might."
There was no question in my mind that this was even
harder than undressing for Sean had been. But I had no
choice. I pulled my top up and over my head and tossed
it onto my dresser.
Brad looked like he couldn't believe his eyes. I
suppose he couldn't. I had always been the conservative
young girl that my parents had raised so carefully. He
had never, or at least not since we had been four or
five, he had never seen me in my underwear, much less
nude.
He stood staring at me now, my bra exposed, and the
mixture of expressions on his face would have been
amusing if I had not been so terrified. I saw that he
was excited at seeing me in my bra. I saw that he still
didn't believe that I was actually going to undress in
front of him. There even seemed to be a little concern
because what I was doing was so uncharacteristic. But
he didn't speak and he didn't move and he never took
his eyes off of my chest.
I had almost forgotten about the almost certainty that
Sean was watching from next door. But as I eased my
shorts down and stepped out of them I was very aware
that there were surely two sets of male eyes watching
me and lusting after me.
It was a bit gut wrenching to realize that my younger
brother was lusting after me, but I couldn't blame him.
I was making it impossible for him not to.
I reached behind my back and once more my shaking hands
were forced to deal with that small, inconveniently
placed clasp.
I had better luck than I had this afternoon and I felt
it come loose. Before I could summon the courage to
release it and bare my breasts to my brother he
whispered, "Why are you doing this Lisa?"
I managed to look him in the eye again and at first I
didn't know how to respond. Finally I said, "Think of
it as a learning experience, a biology experiment."
He grinned but then he got serious and responded, "I am
looking forward to this Lisa. I have always thought you
were beautiful and sexy. But I can see your face and
you don't look like you are enjoying this. You're
scaring me."
Suddenly I loved my brother a whole lot more than I did
a few minutes ago. He thought I was sexy and beautiful!
But more than that, as much as he wanted to see a girl
naked for the first time he was worried about me! I
could have kissed him!
But I knew that I had to do this. I knew too that by
this time tomorrow what was about to happen here would
be nothing. I smiled at Brad and said, "I'm sorry Brad.
Of course I want to do this. I'm just nervous. This is
my first time too you know."
Finally I dropped my bra strap and let it separate and
slide off of my shoulders. He watched in awe as my
breasts were uncovered and I actually felt a thrill
when I saw the wonder in his face. It was kind of
reassuring.
I was about to start sliding my panties down when Brad
stepped closer and held my hands in his. He was a year
younger than I, but much taller and much stronger. He
was only fifteen but he was turning into a big strong
man and he didn't have far to go.
He held my hands and said, "I don't know why you are
doing this. And to be honest I am just as horny as any
other teenage male and it pains me to stop you, but are
you sure about this Lisa? I'm not going to ask again.
I'm not going to stop you again. I have been pretty
horny a lot of times in the last few years but I have
never been as turned on as I am right at this moment.
Your tits are magnificent and the rest of your body is
too."
He paused for a second and said, "Oh my god. I can't
believe I'm looking at a real live set of tits!"
He stared at me for a second and then he continued, "If
you really want to do this I'm all for it. But is this
really something you want to do?"
I smiled. He was apparently a lot more mature than I
had given him credit for. I took my hands away from my
panty and said, "Okay Brad. I'm not going to take them
off. You take them off."
He stared into my eyes and he was being so nice about
this that I didn't feel so bad now. I actually thought
he was pretty damned sweet. Finally he reached out and
hooked his thumbs in my waistband and said, "Last
chance!"
I smiled at him and he started slowly sliding my
underwear off. He watched my face at first. But then he
squatted down in front of me and stared at the flesh
that he was uncovering.
The look of wonder in his eyes was starting to really
excite me. Of course, when I realized that I was
getting excited I felt guilty. But I had only to remind
myself that I had no options and the guilt began to
subside quickly.
Brad pulled my panties down slowly and I held onto his
shoulders to balance myself as I stepped out of them.
He let my underwear fall from his fingers almost
without being aware of it and continued to stare at my
crotch.
I have very light blonde hair and I have always been
self conscious about how light and how sparse my pubic
hair is. I look like I am still a little girl down
there. It makes me uncomfortable in the girl's locker
room when I am surrounded by girls with big, thick
bushes.
I was feeling that discomfort now. But when he sighed
and whispered, "Oh my god Lisa! You're beautiful!" I
suddenly felt a little better about myself.
He was staring at me and I noticed that his face and
neck were bright red. I realized that he was as excited
as I was and it kind of gave me confidence to see that
look in his face.
I'm not sure why he felt the need to whisper but he
continued to whisper when he said, "I can see your
slit, your pussy."
He stared intently for a moment longer before he asked,
"Can I kiss it?"
I hadn't anticipated that. Nor had I received any
instructions about what to do if it came up. I wasn't
sure what to answer. But he didn't wait very long for
me to decide. Slowly, as if he were being drawn by a
magnet his lips moved towards me and came to rest
gently on my vulva. He kissed me lightly and then he
drew a deep breath through his nose.
Again in that whisper that was beginning to really get
to me he said, "I can smell you. You smell so good! Oh
Jesus Lisa! You're beautiful!"
He kissed me down there again and I shivered in my own
building lust. I knew then that if I didn't put a stop
to this I was going to do something very bad. I reached
out and put my hands on the side of his head and now I
found myself whispering.
I leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head and
then I whispered, "Stand up Brad. I want to see you
naked."
He stood up quickly and I became aware for the first
time of the very large bulge in the front of his pants.
I can't honestly say that I had ever thought of him
this way before and I had certainly never looked to see
how well hung he was. Now I thought that it looked very
impressive and I was curious to see what it was going
to look like.
As Brad began to quickly undress I stood back a little
to watch. His shirt was gone in an instant and he
struggled with his belt as he worked his shoes off with
his toes.
I smiled as I saw how eager he was. I thought back to
this afternoon when I had seen a cock for the first
time and how uncomfortable it had made me. I was struck
that now, here with my little brother I didn't feel
that way. I was looking forward to seeing him naked.
And I was amazed at my own reaction.
He let his jeans slide down his legs and he kicked them
off impatiently. He lifted his legs and almost ripped
his socks off. Then he paused with only his jockey
shorts remaining. He was suddenly nervous about
undressing in front of me. I saw that and it amused me.
I smiled at him and said, "Please Brad. I'm curious. I
can't wait to see it. It looks huge."
It did look very big. Certainly nowhere near as large
as Sean's had been. But it looked very large. I saw the
bulge throbbing in his shorts and I saw the wet spot
where the head of it was oozing that clear fluid that I
had seen earlier on Sean's cock. I was almost holding
my breath in anticipation now. The fact that he was
suddenly feeling self-conscious somehow made me feel
more confident.
He continued to pause, to get up the nerve to uncover
his cock in front of a girl for the first time and I
knew what I wanted to do. I stepped forward and pulled
his hands away. Then I gripped his shorts and began to
slowly pull them down.
I could feel him watching me. I thought he might be
afraid that I wouldn't like his cock or that I would
think it was ugly or too small or something. I had to
pull his underwear out and away from his cock but
without embarrassing myself too much I slowly pulled
them down.
I stopped when I had bared his genitals. I was very
impressed. It was only the second cock that I had seen
but it seemed much prettier than the first one. It was
smooth. It didn't have all of the large veins I had
seen on Sean's. I noticed that Brad had blonde pubic
hair too. He didn't have much more than I did either. I
thought he looked very sexy. I almost said that it was
pretty but I caught myself in time. I doubt if a boy
wants to hear that about his cock.
I leaned down and finished taking his shorts off and he
stepped out of them. I straightened up and just like he
had done for me I leaned forward and kissed his cock. I
didn't take it into my mouth. I had been ordered not
to. But I touched my lips to it and gave it a long,
lingering kiss. He had played baseball with his friends
today and who knew what else. I was aware of the smell
of his sweat but for some reason it didn't turn me off.
Quite the opposite in fact. He smelled very male,
virile. I thought he smelled sexy.
I sat back on my heels and said, "Brad! It's
beautiful!" Then I reached up and gently took it into
my hand. I moved my hand up and down his shaft gently.
Then I smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to touch
me first, or do you want me to jerk you off first?"
I started to think that all of his blood supply had
moved to his cock. He didn't seem to be able to make a
decision. I stood up and led him to my bed and pushed
him down on his back. I got on the bed between his legs
and reached down and took his cock in my hand again.
I had a feeling that this wouldn't take long and I had
realized that there was no reason why he only had to
cum once. Sean hadn't set a limit on that.
I watched in awe as I began to gently stroke his cock.
I heard the excitement in my own voice as I said, "I've
never done this before. Tell me if I'm doing something
wrong, or if there is something that you want me to
do."
He started to lay back and relax and enjoy what I was
doing when he seemed to notice the window beside us for
the first time. He looked at it and said, "Lisa, you
better close the blinds."
I would have loved to. But instead I said, "It's okay
Brad. No one can see in. It's safe." But even as I
spoke I could feel that pervert watching us. It made
what we were doing feel dirty and that kind of made me
mad.
I was determined not to let Sean ruin what had turned
into a surprisingly erotic experience. I forced my mind
back to the task at hand and I felt the excitement
building again as I teased and pleased Brad's pretty
cock.
It happened so quickly that I was surprised. I was
sliding my hand rapidly up and down his shaft and I had
reached up to cup and hold his balls when Brad groaned
and tensed up and suddenly his cock started spurting
thick white gobs of cum. The first spurt landed high on
his chest, almost reaching his chin! It continued after
that for an incredibly long time and when he finally
finished there was a stream of it all the way from his
neck down to where the last few weak spurts were oozing
down over my hand.
It felt burning hot and I could smell the strong aroma.
Brad was lying there gasping for breath and muttering,
"Oh my god!" over and over.
I smiled down at him, taking great pride in what I had
just accomplished. I had seen Sean reach orgasm earlier
today, twice. But both times it had been while his cock
was buried in my mother. So I really hadn't seen very
much. This had been very educational.
Brad finally opened his eyes and said, "Jesus Lisa!
That was…I can't even describe it! I've been beating my
meat for a couple of years now. But it never felt like
that!"
I grinned and said, "No shit?! You've really been doing
it for two years?! I've never done it. I started to a
couple of times but I chickened out. I've never had an
orgasm."
I looked down at the stuff dripping slowly off my
fingers and I lifted my hand to my face and sniffed it.
It smelled pretty much like Sean's had. I stuck my
tongue out and tasted it. It tasted very much like
Sean's too, though I thought it seemed a bit milder.
That could have just been because I love Brad and I
hate Sean.
Brad was watching in amazement as I tasted his cum. I
saw him watching me and I'm not sure why I did it but I
kept licking until my hand was clean.
He asked, "What does it taste like?"
I grinned and responded, "What the hell do you mean,
'what does it taste like?' There is a gallon of it
right there on your stomach! Taste it for Christ's
sake!"
He looked down at it and wrinkled his nose up and said,
"That's gross!"
I looked down at him, trying to sound reasonable. I
said, "You want girls to suck your cock don't you?
Don't you think it's fair that you at least taste it?"
He grinned and said, "Have you ever tasted what you
taste like?"
I said, "No, but I will if you'll taste yours. I'm not
afraid."
He stared down at the mess on his stomach and finally
he got a determined look on his face and stuck his
finger into a puddle of it. He slowly brought his
finger up to his mouth but he couldn't quite bring
himself to do it. I reached up and took his hand in
mind and slowly pushed it to his lips. He screwed up
his face but he opened his mouth and sucked his finger
clean.
I didn't think he'd do it and I was pretty impressed.
I watched him as he tasted his cum for the first, and
probably the last time. Finally he shrugged and said,
"It isn't that bad I guess. I wouldn't want to suck a
cock but I've tasted worse stuff. It tastes better than
broccoli."
I laughed at that. I had to agree. I hate broccoli.
I got up and got a box of tissue off of my desk and
brought it over to the bed. I pulled my wastebasket
closer and together we worked to clean him off. He
finally sat up and said, "Lisa, I still don't know why
you did that. But thank you. That was…god, I don't
know. Fantastic doesn't seem good enough. It was
wonderful. But I have to ask, How can you be sixteen
and never have had an orgasm? I thought everyone jacked
off."
I shrugged and responded, "I don't know. I don't really
buy into that sin thing. I am pretty sure it's all just
parents trying to control their kid's sexuality. But
still, the times I started playing with myself I
started getting uncomfortable about what I was doing
and I stopped. I don't know."
He grinned and shook his head and said, "Lie down."
I started to but then I said, "I'm still a virgin Brad.
I intend to stay that way. I don't want you to put
anything inside of me. You can look at me, you can
touch me, but I don't want you to put something inside
of me. I'm afraid that I'll get carried away and I
don't want to do that."
He nodded and said, "I promise not to put anything
inside of you. I do not promise that you won't have an
orgasm. There is something that we can do that guys
talk about a lot and it sounds like a lot of fun. Now
lie down and shut up. You have my word not to deflower
you. Jesus that sounds lame. Deflower. Old people are
really fucked up."
I giggled nervously but I stretched out on my back and
just before I closed my eyes I looked at his face and I
saw a warm look in his eyes that told me he loved me.
That made me feel so good, kind of warm all over. It
wasn't like we were lovers or anything, despite what we
were doing. I just knew that my brother loved me and
would look out for me and it was a good feeling.
I closed my eyes and I felt his fingers begin to
explore my body. He didn't speak right away. The first
thing that he said was, "Jesus Lisa! You have perfect
tits! I never paid any attention before. How dumb am
I?"
I laughed and said, "I never noticed what a nice cock
you had either. I guess you don't look for stuff like
that when it's your brother or your sister."
But his fingers were moving over my tits and it felt
much better than when Sean had done it this afternoon.
It was getting very hard to breathe.
It excited me that he had never seen a girl naked
before and I could feel how much in awe of my body he
was just from the way his fingers touched me. He didn't
grab as you might expect from a horny teenage boy. His
fingers moved over my skin softly, teasing, caressing,
making my resolve to follow Sean's instructions and
remain a virgin very difficult to hold onto. His
fingers circled and then gently squeezed and pulled at
my nipples and I thought that if he did that for just a
little bit longer I was going to have my first orgasm.
I groaned as he slid his fingers down over my
surprisingly sensitive stomach. But he quickly
distracted me. He leaned down and moved is tongue
around my nipple and then began to suck it and nip at
it with his teeth. I was quickly losing control and
when his hand continued down and his fingers began to
carefully explore the opening to my pussy it was all
over. I felt the scream of pleasure building in my
chest and I grabbed my pillow and held it over my face.
I screamed into my pillow and my butt came right up off
of the bed.
My first orgasm! And it was at the hands of my little
brother! I probably should have been disturbed by that
but after all that had happened to me today incest was
the least of my concerns. My orgasm seemed to go on and
on and it might have gone on indefinitely if he hadn't
taken pity on me and stopped what he was doing.
I collapsed on the bed, almost unable to breathe. I
took the pillow away from my face and looked down at
Brad. I saw the mix of emotions on his face, probably
the same expressions were evident on my face. There was
love and there was lust. There was want and need and
desire and awe inspired by the body of a person of the
opposite sex. But mostly there was love and a newfound
regard for each other. Our relationship had suddenly
matured and been transformed into something entirely
different and I knew that we would never be the same
again. But that was okay. I liked the change. I knew it
was for the best. I knew that it was something that we
would have to hide. It was one of society's strongest
taboos. But we loved each other and we would always
care about each other and protect each other and I knew
that neither of us would regret this change.
I can't deny that I also derived some satisfaction from
the fact that we had gotten so much pleasure, so much
satisfaction from something that Sean had calculated
would cause me so much distress. I wasn't enjoying what
we were doing to spite Sean. But I was enjoying this
and I had no doubt that Sean would be upset if he knew
that his plan to punish me had backfired.
I had thought that Brad was finished and that it was
his turn again. But when he saw that I had recovered
and was ready to continue he reached down and gently
pulled his finger up through the entrance to my pussy.
He held his finger up and showed me my juices. Then he
held his finger out and said, "Your turn."
I smiled and said, "It can't be that bad. Lots of
people seem to enjoy it."
I opened my mouth and pulled his finger into my mouth.
I sucked it clean and as I sucked his finger like a
little cock our eyes were locked on each other. I
sucked his finger far longer than was necessary but
finally I let him pull it away.
He asked, "Well?"
I replied, "Not bad. It's much milder than what comes
out of you. It's a little salty, but that could have
been from your finger. It really wasn't bad."
He smiled and said, "I guess I'll try."
I expected him to scoop up a little more on is finger
but that wasn't what he had in mind. He rolled over and
got between my legs and I covered my mouth and screamed
once more as his mouth came down on my pussy.
I never imagined that anything could ever feel that
good. His soft wet lips formed a seal around my pussy
and his warm breath enveloped me. His tongue came out
and moved across the entrance to my pussy several times
before he began to concentrate on my clit.
I nearly lost my mind. I was forced once more to pull
my pillow over my face and I screamed into it over and
over as I had one mind bending orgasm after another. I
remember thinking in one of the rare moments of
lucidity as I thrashed about on my bed that I could
easily become a slut. And then I thought, how could any
girl not?!
The waves of passion washed over me one right after
another until I thought I was going to lose
consciousness. My clit had become so sensitive that
even the soft touch of his tongue was all but
unbearable. I finally had no choice but to gently but
firmly push his face away from my crotch.
I gasped for breath for a moment and then I twisted
away from him and got on my hands and knees. I moved
down and lowered myself onto his highly aroused and
naked body and I put my arms around his neck and I
kissed him like I had never kissed a boy before.
We were locked in passion and I felt his hard cock
pressing against me and more than anything else in the
world I wanted to take it into me. I wanted him to fuck
me and I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted that so
badly that it scared me. And I was furious because I
knew that that pervert next door was intruding on this
perfect loving moment by his presence in the window
across the way. He had no business putting such a
damper on our lust, even if he was responsible for it.
I pushed my thoughts of Sean out of my head and kissed
my brother passionately. Then I held him close and
whispered, "Oh god Brad. That was so fucking fantastic.
I love you. I love you so much. Thank you baby brother.
I can't explain, but I can't pay you back tonight. I
will though. We can do anything you want tomorrow
night. I'll suck your cock and you can fuck me. We'll
do it all. I'll make it up to you I promise."
I slid off of him and took his cock in my hand again. I
smiled up at him and said, "I can do this again though.
Is that alright baby?"
He smiled and said, "One of us is going to have to do
it. It feels a whole hell of a lot better when it's
your hand."
I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then
I started beating him off again. It didn't take much
longer this time than it had the first time. He didn't
cum nearly as much, which was a huge relief. If I was
going to be sucking his cock soon I had to admit that I
had been nervous about swallowing the huge amount of
cum I saw the first time I beat his meat. When he came
the second time there was less than half the volume of
cum and it only shot up as high as the middle of his
belly.
I held his cock in my hand until it was soft and then
our eyes met as I licked my hand clean again. I would
have licked the rest of it up but I was pretty sure
that I was already pushing the limits that Sean had set
by licking my hand clean.
We used the tissue to clean him off again and when we
were finished he sat up in the bed and suddenly he
looked serious. I saw that something was bothering him
and he asked, "Why sis? Why can we do some things and
not others tonight but we can do anything I want
tomorrow? What is going to change tomorrow?"
He looked at me and I saw that he was worried about me.
It gave me such a warm feeling inside that he cared so
much. I was back on the spot though. I couldn't
explain. I wished that I could. But if I did things
could get much worse. Things were bad now, but at least
for now our family was safe. I didn't want to gamble
with that.
I leaned over and kissed Brad on the cheek and said, "I
love you little brother. I love it that you care. I
suspect that most boys your age would have stopped at
'Oh boy, I'm gonna get laid tomorrow!' and not even
have given a thought to the rest. You're so fucking
sweet god damn it! Jesus, I'm getting a real trash
mouth! Sorry."
I tried to think of something that I could say, some
reason that I could give him. I couldn't. Finally I
said, "I'll tell you when I can Brad. I wish I could
tell you now but I can't. But don't worry because
everything is going to be alright. You just have to be
patient. Now you had better go to bed and don't look a
gift blowjob in the mouth."
He still looked worried but he stood up and started
pulling his pants on. When he was dressed enough to go
out in the hall he turned and said, "Thanks Lisa. That
was fantastic. I love you."
I smiled and replied, "I love you too Brad. And you
were pretty fantastic yourself. Goodnight."
After Brad left I glanced over at Sean's house. As I
was looking his light came on and he stood up in front
of the window. Even at this distance I could see that
he was naked and that he had a hard on. I hated him for
being there and for watching, but I took a little
satisfaction in knowing that I was sated and he was
going to go to bed horny.
I got in bed and turned my light out. It took me a long
time to calm down but I finally went to sleep with the
taste of my brother's cum in my mouth. I slept through
the night but I had one erotic dream after another all
night long. Some of them were nice, sexy, sweet even.
They usually involved Brad.
But they weren't all like that. There were others that
were haunted by Sean and they were permeated with an
evil lust and almost unmanageable fear. They were more
nightmare than dream. The scary thing about them was
that it was likely that they contained more than a germ
of truth. Sean was someone to fear and I didn't doubt
for a moment that he would take great pleasure in
debasing, humiliating and abusing me. I don't know that
he intended to destroy me. But I doubt if it would
bother him if that was the end result.
I woke up at a little before eight the next morning. My
first reaction was amusement. I hadn't even thought
about it when I went to bed last night. But for the
first time in my life I had slept in the nude. I liked
it!
In the next moment the dreams I had experienced last
night came flooding into my conscious mind.
Unfortunately my mind seemed to dismiss the nicer ones
and wallow in the darkness of the dreams about Sean.
They didn't have a lot of meaning. I didn't yet know
the depths of his depravity. I didn't know enough about
sex to fear what he had in mind for me. I knew that he
was going to take my virginity this afternoon. But that
was really all that I knew. Well, not quite all. I also
knew that my mother was terrified of him. And then
there was the fact that I had seen her limping when she
came home from his house.
I sat up in bed. I didn't think about my window and my
tits being on display when I sat up. When I finally did
think about it I realized that the light streamed in my
window in the morning and I didn't think that he could
see me, not that it mattered.
I put my robe on and headed for the bathroom. I passed
Brad in the hall. We smiled at each other and he
stopped me and kissed my forehead. He said, "Good
morning big sister. Did you sleep well?"
I smiled and replied, "Yes little brother. For some
reason I was all tired out last night. I can't for the
life of me think of what could have worn me out like
that."
I reached out and squeezed his hand and then he went to
his room. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I
noticed that the taste of cum didn't last through the
night.
I got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was down there
drinking coffee. She looked up when I came in but she
just looked embarrassed and then looked down at her
coffee cup. I was in a better mood after last night
with Brad. I was starting to feel guilty about the way
I had spoken to her. I realized that, although the
photographs were unforgiveable, she was who she was and
she had been gradually sucked into that underworld of
sex. She hadn't intended for the things that resulted
to take place. Her life was just as much out of control
as mine. If she knew what lay behind the hold that Sean
had over me she would be pretty upset with me too. We
might as well get this over with. We couldn't go on
like this forever.
I poured myself a glass of juice and sat down across
from her. I took a sip and then I said, "Mom?"
She looked up and I saw that she was crying quietly
again.
I continued, "I don't know if I can ever forgive you
for those photographs and what you did with them. I
pray that they don't end up being circulated at school.
But I will be surprised if they aren't. Those guys you
sent them to will undoubtedly post them all over the
net. It is all but inevitable that the guys at school
will see them sometime between now and the time that I
graduate."
She looked so pitiful. She said, "I didn't think. I
just…" She shrugged. She said, "I have no excuses. I'm
so sorry. I would end my life right now if I thought
that it would make this all go away. I don't expect you
to forgive me Lisa. I don't even expect you to
understand. I don't understand. But I am an adult and a
wife and a mother and there simply is no excuse for
what I did. I got sucked into a cesspool because of
those moments of weakness and now you are being sucked
in because of me and I am helpless to prevent it."
"I keep telling myself that this will be a fleeting
thing which will be over soon. But I am terrified that
that isn't the case. Why would he let me…let us go? We
are every man's, or perhaps I should say every evil
man's dream come true. I fear that my life is over
because I was bored and because someone found a way to
tap into a flaw in my character. I could better live
with that if you weren't a victim now too. But I don't
know what to do. I am so scared and he makes me feel so
helpless. Oh Lisa! If you tell me what to do I'll do
it!"
How the hell would I know what to do?! Jesus mom!
You're the fucking adult! But that isn't what I said. I
said, "I don't know what to do either mom. I guess we
either wait for him to get tired of us or we watch for
some way out to present itself. Maybe he'll screw up
and we can blackmail him. I'm just as scared as you
are. Maybe more! I don't have a clue about what is
going to happen to me and I'm terrified."
She looked down and whispered, "You should be. He's a
monster. He has things in mind for us that I can't even
say out loud."
Gee mom, thanks for the fucking reassurance!
I didn't get to respond to that last statement, or
question it. I'm not sure I wanted to have my question
answered though. But Brad came in then and that was the
end of the discussion for the time being.
I saw mom glance at Brad. Her mind must have flashed on
what I had been ordered to do with him at nine o'clock
last night for the amusement of our new neighbor. She
blushed and kept her eyes down.
Brad looked at her and at me and I saw the concern
coming back into his eyes. He was quiet for a minute
and then he said, "Is something going on I should know
about? Is someone dying of cancer? What the hell is
happening with you two?!"
We, Brad and I, were not allowed to swear. But mom
never said a word. That only made him more curious. But
he didn't get an answer and finally he got exasperated
and said, "I'm gonna go hang out with Larry and Gordy.
We might go to a movie this afternoon. I'll be back by
suppertime."
Then he went out and mom and I both sighed in relief.
There was nothing we could say to him. He knew
something was wrong but if he knew the truth he would
undoubtedly do something stupid. We didn't want that.
Mom kept glancing at her watch and I asked, "Do you
have a date?"
She looked up and reminded me that we had to go
shopping at a store called Sweet Nothings today. I
remembered seeing their ad in the paper every once in a
while. It was a lingerie store. I didn't ask why we
were going. I'm not that stupid.
We left so that we could get to the store just as they
opened. Mom said that she hoped if we got there early
enough there wouldn't be anyone inside but the clerks.
I wasn't sure why that was important but I didn't ask
any questions. Not about that.
Instead I asked, "How long have you been in his
clutches?"
After I said it I thought, "In his clutches", that's an
appropriate way of saying it.
She responded quietly, "It just started. He sent me an
email last Wednesday and then on Thursday there was a
big envelope slipped under the side door with all of
his evidence. He ordered me to come over to his house
that afternoon. I was never so scared in my life. As it
turned out that fear was justified. He is a horrible
man. He is nasty and perverted and he takes more
pleasure from degrading me than fucking me!"
Now I knew it was bad! My mother said fuck! My mother
wouldn't say fuck if she had a mouthful of cock! I
wanted to know more. I wanted details. I wanted to know
what he was going to demand of me. I wanted to know but
I was too afraid of what she would say if I asked her.
I think it must be like when you have to have an
operation. You know you have to do it but you don't
want any of the details. You don't want to know
anything about it. You just want to go to sleep and
wake up when it's over.
So I didn't ask. I slumped in my seat and stared out
the side window. We didn't live in a very big town but
it was big enough that I had never been to the area
where this store was located. I was surprised when we
pulled up into the parking lot. It was a lot bigger
than I expected. I could see the display windows and
they sold a lot more than lingerie. They sold a lot of
very sexy clothing. The kind of thing that my mother
would never permit me to wear, the kind of thing that
even I wouldn't want to wear!
Before we got out of the car she said, "There are
already several cars here. There will be people inside.
I have instructions on what I am to buy for you. But
the worst part of it is that I have been instructed
which booth you are to use to try on what I select."
She paused and I could tell that she had some bad
memories of this place. She took a deep breath and
continued, "The last four changing booths do not have
doors."
She saw the look on my face and shrugged. She said, "It
is the kind of place that people who like to show off
go to buy clothes. Or where people who like to watch go
to buy clothes. That was why I wanted to get here
early. Honey, I'm sorry. But you are going to have to
use one of those booths. We don't dare use one with a
door on it. If one of those other customers was sent
here by Sean then there would be hell to pay. He
expects to be obeyed at all times."
She lifted my face and looked into my eyes and said,
"That punishment he gave you last night, honey that was
nothing. That was more reward than punishment. He would
much rather hurt us. And he is very good at it. You
need to understand right now that you are going to hate
what happens in there. But we have no choice. That is
what it comes down to every time. We have no choice."
She sat back and in a quiet, desperate voice she
continued, "Our only way out is to destroy our lives in
the process. I don't know what he has on you. He
wouldn't tell me. But he said that it was far worse
than what he has on me. I can't even imagine that. You
have always been nearly perfect. I have always been so
proud of you. But it was obvious when you gave in to
him yesterday afternoon that he had something awful
that he was holding over your head. I'm not going to
ask you what it is. If you want to tell me I will
gladly hear you out and help you in any way that I can.
But whatever it is he has on you, keep it in mind while
we are in that store. The clerks are nice and I don't
think that we have to worry about them. But you never
know if one of the other customers is a friend of his.
I wouldn't put it past him."
I sighed and nodded. I said, "I understand mom. I'll do
what I have to do." I let the subject of what he was
holding over my head pass by. Maybe the day would come
that I could tell someone about that. But it wasn't
now.
We got out and went in the store. An attractive redhead
looked up from the counter and seemed to recognize my
mom from last week. She smiled and welcomed us to the
store and told us that if we had any questions to
please ask.
Mom nodded and I followed her in. As I began to take
note of the merchandise on display I was shocked! I
knew one thing for sure now. I knew where strippers and
prostitutes bought their clothes! But there were a lot
of things that were pretty and sexy and were things
that a woman could wear to please her husband or her
lover or even just to attract a little attention at a
party. She would have to be a woman with a lot of self
assurance and a lot of nerve. That wasn't me.
Mom had picked up a basket and she handed it to me. I
had been buying my own underwear for a while now and
she had to ask me what my sizes were. I told her and
she went to the appropriate part of the store and began
to fill the basket with the sluttiest, sexiest
underwear that I had ever seen. They were very similar
to the ones that I had seen on her bed when she was
taking a shower the day before yesterday, the ones that
had been full of cum.
Our next stop was the back corner of the store where
the bathing suits were displayed. She picked out suits
that were actually obscene. There were three of them.
They were almost see-through when they were dry. They
would be nearly invisible when wet. Two were thong
style bikinis consisting of three tiny patches of cloth
and a few pieces of nearly invisible string. The third
was a one piece but I couldn't figure out how it went
on from looking at it. I could tell that it didn't
cover much though.
I thought that we were just here for lingerie but we
weren't finished. I also got some tiny crop tops and
halter tops, a couple of sheer blouses and three of the
shortest micro miniskirt that I ever saw in my life.
And the last selection was a little black dress. I have
always wanted my own little black dress. It is like a
sign that you are all grown up. Unfortunately that was
not what this one was a sign of. The one she picked up
for me went way past little. But I wouldn't know the
half of it for several more minutes. Not until I tried
it on.
Mom had finished her selection and she turned to me and
said, "Are you ready baby?"
I glanced around. I had seen the four booths with no
doors when we came in. I looked over there now and
there were two couples trying on clothes. One woman was
in a booth with the door closed. Her husband wasn't
waiting for her to come out though. He was standing
next to the other woman's husband and they were both
watching her try on a dress. She was a very pretty
woman in her mid to late twenties and the dress was
hot.
I stared at them in wonder. It was such a totally new
concept for me to grasp. She was letting a strange man
watch her change clothes. And she was smiling and
sharing sexy looks with her husband who was also
smiling.
Mom nudged me and asked again, "Are you ready?"
I wasn't. But I guess that didn't matter really. We
made our way through the racks of sexy clothes to the
changing booths. The two men and the woman who had just
tried on the dress and was modeling it for them looked
up and smiled as we approached.
I would have thought it would be obvious that I was too
young for this kind of stuff. If it was it didn't
bother them. They gathered around as we selected a
fitting room. They seemed eager to enjoy the show that
I was about to put on.
My mother hung up those items that were on hangars in
the last booth. She placed the lingerie on the bench
against the back of the booth and then she turned me to
face her and whispered my instructions. "You must step
into the booth and undress completely. Then you must
try on each item, one piece at a time. You will always
be at least semi naked. If you need help getting into
any of those things you must come out here to me and
ask me to help you. Each time you put an item on you
must step out and turn around so that I can assure that
it fits correctly."
I listened to her instructions and as I did I was aware
that I was having trouble catching my breath. How could
I possibly do this?!
Mom saw how scared I was. I was written all over my
face. But she tightened her grip on my shoulders and
continued, "I know you are going to hate this but I
suspect very strongly that I have seen the man who was
watching the young couple before. He was leaving Sean's
house last Friday. He knows Sean. I'm not positive, but
almost."
She saw the near panic on my face at the idea of taking
my clothes off in public and she said, "I'm sorry baby.
Remember what I told you in the car. Think about what
he is holding over your head. It's what I have to keep
doing to maintain what little sanity I have left."
I nodded and stepped into the booth. I stood facing the
back of the booth and I undressed slowly. The blood was
pounding so loudly in my ears that when I turned
slightly to remove my shorts and saw that there were
now more people standing there watching me I was
shocked. I hadn't heard a thing! I felt like I was
going to pass out. I looked at my mother and I saw the
despair and the terror and I knew I had to be strong. I
took a deep breath and tried to fool myself into
thinking I was home alone in my room. When that didn't
work I just tried humming my favorite song and not
thinking at all. That seemed to help a little, very
little.
I hadn't planned for what was happening to me now when
I got dressed this morning. But purely through dumb
luck I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I was
very grateful. Because there was no way I could have
taken one of the other kind off. I would have had to go
out to my mom and ask her to unfasten it.
When finally I was naked I started trying on clothes. I
started with the blouses because they were the items
that were first on the hooks. I tried on each of the
sheer blouses and buttoned them with shaking fingers.
Then I stepped out of the booth and turned for my
mother's approval.
She tried to keep her face expressionless but I thought
it was obvious that she was doing this under duress. I
thought that it must also be obvious that I was also.
But no one seemed to care. There were now three
couples, two lone women and one lone man watching my
little strip show. They couldn't help but notice that I
was underage or that I was doing this against my will.
Sure, no one was holding a gun to my head. But they
should have known from the look on my face that I
didn't want to be here. And they should have seen that
these clothes were totally inappropriate for someone my
age.
I don't know what they suspected but I know that they
were smiling and discussing each item I tried on. They
also made a lot of remarks about the parts of me that
weren't covered. I had wished in the past that I had a
more heavy growth of pubic hair. But I had never wished
it like I did at this moment. I knew that they could
see my slit. I even heard them comment on how tight and
virginal it looked!
But the show went on. I tried on all the tops. I had
known when I saw them that they were revealing. But
when I saw what they looked like on me I realized that
I had underestimated just how much of me was going to
be exposed. I was pretty sure that I could get arrested
in several of these things!
I had just about gotten used to parading around
bottomless by the time I finished trying on tops. Well,
getting used to it might be a little strong. I was
starting to be able to breathe again. Then it was time
to try on the little skirts and parade around topless.
The level of humiliation was jacked right back up to
full blast.
I didn't think it was necessary to try on all of the
skirts. There was hardly any difference between them.
But mom said I had to.
Then it was time to try on the little black dress. It
was extremely sexy but it was incredibly beautiful too.
I had some unbelievably mixed emotions about putting it
on. I thought that it was a very pretty and very adult
dress. I actually couldn't wait to see how I looked in
it. But I still hated this modeling I was forced to do
and was leery of the dress because I thought it
unlikely that I would be allowed to wear anything that
didn't put far too much of me on display for the
general public.
But I had no more options now than when I came in here
an hour or so ago. I pulled the dress on. There was
nothing to zip or button. The top was two little strips
of cloth that came up over the center of my breasts,
only just barely covering my nipples, and tied around
behind the back of my neck. Once it was tied in place I
looked down.
Both sides of both breasts were exposed. I tried to
spread the pleated material but it wouldn't stay in
place that way. It gathered over the center of my
breasts and no matter what I did it only just covered
my nipples. It was as short as the micro miniskirts I
had tried on but there was something else that I hadn't
been aware of until I tried it on. The back was scooped
so low that the top two or three inches of my butt was
exposed.
I turned my back to the mirror in the booth. I could
see the top two inches of my butt crack! It looked
nasty! Not my butt, I mean the dress looked obscene. It
could only be described as slutty. Everything I had
tried on had been slutty but this was above and beyond.
But then I remembered the bathing suits and suddenly
the dress didn't seem so bad.
After I stepped out of the booth and modeled the dress,
and received a round of applause, I went back in and
started taking it off. As I stepped out of it and hung
it back up I suddenly was struck by the thought that
Sean was spending a lot of money on slutty clothes.
This could not be just for outfits for me to wear in
his backyard. He had something far more evil in mind.
As soon as I realized it though, I chased the thought
from my mind. Whatever it was I didn't want to know.
I was standing and looking down at the lingerie and the
bathing suits now. I was still not used to walking out
of this booth all but naked and entertaining the crowd.
In a way that was silly because they were watching me
during every change of clothing that I made. But I had
an imaginary safety zone inside the booth. Stepping out
made me vulnerable again. Like I said, silly.
It didn't matter which of the remaining articles I put
on next. They were tiny and covered almost nothing. I
just wanted to do this and get it over with. I put on
the first bra and I was surprised to realize that my
hands were no longer shaking. And the blood was no
longer pounding in my ears. But I wasn't having fun yet
either.
I modeled one bra after another until they had all had
their turn in the light. Then I tried on the panties as
quickly as possible. Many of them were thongs and they
were all tiny and did more to highlight my sex than to
cover it. But then, that was the purpose of nearly
everything I had tried on.
And then it was just the suits. I put the first bikini
top on and modeled it. Then I took it off and modeled
the tiny thong that went with it. I was shocked when I
stepped back into the booth and took it off and
realized that the material was damp. I hoped no one had
noticed. But I didn't understand. I was not excited by
what I was being forced to do. I had never been so
humiliated in my life. I didn't understand why my pussy
was getting damp. I didn't feel like I was aroused. I
felt like a piece of meat.
I put it out of my mind. It was just one more facet of
my humiliation. I tried on the other suit. It was
identical to the first but in a different bright color.
Then there was one item left. That strange collection
of string and cloth that I didn't think I would be able
to figure out.
It had a card attached with instructions but they just
didn't make sense. I stood with my back to my audience
and held the suit up and tried to figure it out. I read
the card again and still it made no sense. There was
only one thing left to do. I had already shown everyone
out there everything that I had but for some strange
reason stepping out there naked and dressing in the
middle of a crowd was much worse.
My mother must have gone through the same humiliation
only last week. I could see that she understood and
that she sympathized. That helped a little but only
just a very little.
I gave up and walked over to her with the suit in my
hand and confusion in my face. She gave me a wry smile
and took the suit from me. She rearranged a bunch of
strings and turned it around and bent over holding it
open for me to step into.
I put one leg through the hole she had made and then
she lined the other leg up for me. She pulled the suit
up and lined what very little wispy cloth there was
with my slit. Then she made some more adjustments and
pulled the top up. It consisted almost entirely of thin
string and the top of it went around my neck and was
tied tight. Then my mom turned me around and rested the
two remaining patches of cloth over my nipples. The
strings were pulled tight and the crotch piece seemed
to be working itself into my slit. It was only an inch
wide, if that, and I feared that it would soon
disappear inside of me completely.
The two little patches over my nipples were pulled
tight and the cloth stretched to the point that even
dry and in this dim light in the store they were nearly
invisible. All of a sudden I longed for the bathing
suits that my mother had insisted I wear. The granny
suits as I called them.
I turned and modeled the suit and then, to the sound of
applause, I returned to the booth and took the suit
off. I started to put on the clothes that I had worn
when I came in and turned to see that everyone still
watching. Fucking perverts!
Mom stopped me when I started putting my clothes on.
She reached into the clothes hanging up and pulled out
one of the tiny skirts and a crop top and told me to
put them on.
When I was dressed mom came over and helped me gather
up all the clothes and we went to the counter to check
out. The redhead congratulated me on my beautiful body
and said that I had looked stunning in the clothes I
had selected. I had nothing to say to that.
She took the tags off the clothes I was wearing and she
rang everything up. I gaped at the total in disbelief.
I wasn't paying any attention to the prices when we had
gone through selecting these slut clothes. And I was
far too humiliated when I was trying them on and
modeling to notice how much they cost. So when she
totaled it all up and I saw that these tiny pieces of
cloth that I didn't want to wear cost nearly eight
hundred dollars my jaw dropped almost to the floor.
The redhead saw my expression and laughed. As she was
putting everything in bags she said, "Sweetheart, you
are beautiful. You are well worth the money."
She didn't seem to realize that I was going to be raped
this afternoon. But then, how could she know that?
All of the clothes I had tried on fit easily in four
large bags. We carried them out to the car and put them
in the trunk. Then we sat in the front seat with the
air conditioner on and stared straight ahead, both of
us lost in thought. I tried to ignore that the
slightest move I made would expose my pussy. This skirt
was not made to protect one's modesty and they did not
seem to take sitting down into consideration either.
Mom finally put the car in gear and I said in a quiet,
flat voice, "For the first time ever I understand the
phrase, 'I need a drink.' I don't think I will ever be
the same."
Mom replied, "I know. I still have nightmares of last
Friday when he made me do it. Even with everything that
has happened since, and some bad things have happened
since, I think that was the worst. So many people saw
me naked. And they must have known that I hated it and
that I was doing it against my will. I don't understand
them."
I wasn't paying attention at first. I assumed that we
were going home now. I was surprised and disappointed
when I realized that we weren't. This part of town was
still unfamiliar. I looked around and asked, "Where are
we going now?"
Mom sighed and replied, "One more stop baby. I have to
buy you a pair of high heels, a pair of very high
heels."
Oh crap! I forgot about the shoes. I looked down at my
lap and tried to imagine trying on shoes in this skirt.
I wasn't comfortable with the picture that came to
mind.
Mom drove for ten more minutes and then exclaimed,
"Shit! I know it's around here somewhere!"
She circled around the block a few times and finally
pulled into a parking place on the street. She put some
money in the meter and I followed her a half a block to
a sleazy looking shoe store. Well, not just shoes, they
also sold other leather stuff. I didn't know what half
of it was but the things I recognized made me nervous
just to be in the room with them.
A fat old guy looked up when we came in and smiled. He
called out, "Good morning cunts! I was expecting you."
I glanced at mom. This did not bode well.
He pointed to a seat and we sat facing the front of the
little store. He came around and looked at me and
smiled. No, that isn't right. He didn't smile. He
leered. I suddenly felt even dirtier than I had when I
was parading around nearly naked in Sweet Nothings.
He bent down and I struggled to hold my skirt in place
as he picked up one of my feet and looked at it. He ran
his hand over it and up over my ankle and then he
asked, "What is your shoe size little cunt?"
It was kind of weird. He was saying the nastiest things
in the friendliest tone of voice. It was like we had
stepped into some kind of Bizarro shoe store!
I told him what my size was the last time I had bought
shoes and he heard that I was unsure when I answered
him. He pulled up one of those little benches they use
in shoe stores and sat down facing me.
He stared at my legs for a long moment before he
reached down and lifted one leg up and slipped my
sandal off. It had not been necessary. I could have
just stepped out of it. But he lifted my leg almost
chest high and slowly lifted my sandal off and dropped
it beside him. He leered at me and then he looked at my
mother.
She seemed to come to her senses and she said, "Lisa, I
forgot. I'm sorry. I was so distraught when I came in
here that I forgot the rules. Put your hands on the
armrests and don't move them unless instructed to do
so."
I groaned at the prospect of the humiliation that was
about to be heaped on me. But I did what mom had
suggested earlier and tried to concentrate on why I had
to do these things.
I put my arms up on the armrests and the fat old clerks
eyes lit up as my tiny skirt fell away and he had a
clear view of my pussy. He stared at it for a moment
and in his polite, friendly, slightly accented voice he
said, "I don't get many virgins in here. Lovely! Simply
lovely! Your master is such a lucky man!"
He finally put my foot down and repeated the process
with my other foot. By the time he had removed my other
sandal my skirt had lifted enough that half of my pubic
patch was exposed.
He stared for a little longer and then he pulled one of
those measuring devices from under my chair and rested
it on the floor in front of me. He instructed me to
stand and his hand guided my foot to the device. Then
it glided slowly up the inside of my leg and came to
rest between my thighs, pressing right up against my
pussy!
I made a strangled little squeaky noise when he touched
me and he smiled up at me. He said, "You have beautiful
legs, cunt, and beautiful feet. They are so soft and
tender and smooth. Your toes look positively
delicious!"
What a fucking freak!!!
He finally leaned down and with one hand he took my
measurement. His other hand remained in place between
my legs.
He measured the other foot and with obvious reluctance
he removed his hands from my body and stood up. He
said, "You can sit down again, cunt."
It was totally strange the way he said that in such a
polite and almost solicitous voice! It almost made me
laugh!
He was gone for only a couple of minutes. He returned
with two shoe boxes in his arms and sat back down. He
took his time and placed the first pair of shoes on my
feet. There were long leather straps that came up and
wound around my ankle and calf several times and then
buckled in place.
I didn't know much about kinky, but I knew that this
was kinky. I had never seen a shoe like this before.
And the heel! I had only ever worn flats. I had never
worn a high heel in my life and I was about to start
with a six inch heel!
He asked me to stand once he had the shoes on and I
couldn't even get out of my chair.
He smiled and stood up and then offered me his hand. I
took it and with more than a little effort he was able
to get me up on the shoes.
Never mind that I couldn't stand without holding on to
something. They hurt! My feet were being squeezed down
into the pointy toes as I stood there and it hurt like
hell!
I told him that and he just smiled and said, "Yes,
awful isn't it. Maybe you'll cry."
There was something wrong with this moron! I started to
wonder if he was George Bush's older fatter brother!
I was really hurting but when I tried to sit down he
clamped down on my arm and shook his head. I looked up
at him and he said, "Now you learn to walk, cunt."
He put his arm around my waist and he placed his hand
just beneath and pressing up against my boob.
He said, "Come on cunt, one step at a time. You'll
learn. It's good for you. It makes your ass look
fantastic. It fucks up your feet. But it makes your ass
look so fuckable. Men love it."
I thought to myself, "Oh well, in that case. As long as
it will make my ass look fuckable that's all that
matters!"
Fortunately I was in too much pain to actually speak. I
started walking slowly while he all but carried me
around the small room. We walked in a circle and as we
walked his hand was slowly creeping up over my boob. I
honestly didn't care at this point. My legs were
feeling like they were going to start cramping and my
toes were screaming in pain. I was not the picture of
grace. My ankles wobbled around like I had never walked
before. I just didn't think that it was possible that I
would be able to walk in these things, ever!
He was quietly encouraging me and he refused to let me
stop and rest. When I all but insisted that I couldn't
go on he stopped in front of a collection of small
leather whips and picked one up. He swished it back and
forth in front of my face a few times and said, "You
must learn to walk. I don't want to hurt you. You are a
pretty little cunt. I love your toes. But if I don't
make you walk we are both in deep shit. Better I hurt
you and make you walk. So you walk."
I noticed two things. He had a hard on now. And his
accent seemed to be getting thicker. That was probably
just a coincidence though.
I stared at the little black whip for a second and
decided that my toes would have to adjust. He continued
to march me around until my ankles seemed to have
gotten the hang of it. He relaxed his grip on my boob
and my waist and gradually turned me loose. I was still
not graceful but I wasn't falling down. My toes were
screaming still, but not as loudly. I made two circuits
of the room on my own and he said, "That's good. You
practice at home and pretty soon no sweat."
I had come to a stop in front of him and he said, "Turn
around, face the back."
I turned my back to him and he said, "Lift skirt. Let
me see ass."
I obeyed with so much ease that it bothered me.
I lifted my skirt in the back and held it up. He said,
"I told you cunt. Your ass looks so fuckable!"
He stared at my ass for a minute and then he said,
"Okay cunt. Sit down."
I turned and took my seat again and as he returned to
the bench in front of me and lifted my legs I suddenly
became aware that there were four boys about my age
staring in through the large plate glass window. They
had just seen my ass!
They were all grinning and I couldn't hear them but I
could see them talking excitedly and I didn't need a
lot of imagination to figure out what they were saying.
The clerk just smiled and said, "See. Those boys would
love to fuck your ass."
He lifted my leg again and I remembered to put my arms
back on the armrests. He smiled and took his time
removing the strap and taking my shoe off. It was
instant relief when he removed the shoe. I gasped in
pain and then sighed deeply as the relief washed over
me. I had an idea now what it must have been like for
those poor oriental women who were forced to bind their
feet.
I tried not to look at the boys out front but they were
ducking down and moving over to try to see my pussy. I
couldn't tell how much they could see and I didn't
really want to know since there was nothing that I
could do about it.
He picked my other leg up and once more he took his
sweet time removing the shoe. He held my leg in place
dropped the pointy shoe into the box. Then he massaged
my foot for a second and I saw that he still had a hard
on. I had to wonder if it was because he could see my
pussy or because he was getting off on rubbing my
fucking foot. The trouble was, as gross as this guy was
he was funny. I had to struggle not to laugh at him.
He got a little less funny when, after he finished
massaging my foot he slid his hand slowly up my leg and
his fingers came to rest against my pussy again. I knew
that the boys outside could see well enough to know
what he was doing. I just gripped the armrest until my
knuckles turned white and waited to find out what kind
of torture I would be subjected to when he opened the
second shoe box that he had brought out.
I had a long wait. He played with my pussy for a long
time and his eyes kept flittering between my face, my
tits, my pussy and my toes. The poor moron didn't know
what he wanted to fuck!
He finally sighed and let my foot down. My skirt stayed
in place above my pubic hair now.
He reached down to open the second box and when he did
the boys must have gotten a clear view of my pussy. The
excitement level out there rose noticeably. I was
surprised that they didn't come in for a closer look.
Surprised but relieved.
The clerk reached into the second shoe box and pulled
out a sandal. I was surprised that it wasn't another
freaky looking shoe. It had an outrageously high heel,
about the same as the shoe I had just tried on, but it
didn't have that horrible pointy toe. I was worried
about keeping it on since there was just a small strap
over the lower portion of my foot just above my toes
that would hold it in place.
He slipped them both on, using that same method of
lifting my feet to his chest and slowly putting the
shoes in place. Then he stood and helped me to my feet
once more.
His arm circled my waist and once more his hand came to
rest on my tit. He gave it a friendly little squeeze
and he smiled and said, "Okay pretty little cunt. Let's
walk some more."
The sandals were more comfortable sitting than
standing. But they were far and away more comfortable
than the first pair of shoes I had tried on. We circled
the store a couple of times and he let me loose. This
time I did much better. I still wasn't graceful but I
was starting to get the hang of it. Walking in the
sandals wasn't nearly as painful as those first shoes.
I walked around the store a couple of times and he
said, "Okay cunt. That's good. Come here now. Show me
fuckable ass again."
I glanced at the boys in the window but then I ignored
them and stood in front of the clerk. I lifted my skirt
and this time I heard the hoots and whistles from the
boys as the clerk stared at my ass and said, "God damn
fuckable ass alright! Next time I see you we gonna fuck
little cunt. You come back you won't be virgin and we
fuck for sure."
I couldn't figure out where the hell he was from. I had
never heard that accent before. And even if he did have
an accent he still sounded like a moron.
He made me sit down again and he replaced the new
sandals with my old ones. He put my feet back down and
spread my legs open. He lifted my skirt a little higher
and then he stared at my face and slowly lifted my crop
top over my tits.
I held onto the armrests for dear life and tried
desperately to ignore the hoots from outside.
The clerk stood up and said, "Pretty little virgin
cunt, you don't move. Not one inch. If you move you
gonna be sorry so much!"
Then he grabbed my mother's arm and said, "Come on
pretty mama cunt. We go look for shoes in the back
room."
My mother let him pull her along but I heard her say,
"But those boys! They are going to…"
He interrupted, "Those boys won't fuck her. They know
better."
I heard a door open and then slam shut in the back of
the store. As soon as the door slammed the boys lifted
their faces from the glass and rushed in through the
wide open door. They gathered in front of me and stared
at me quietly for a few long moments.
Then they started talking about my body and the things
that they would like to do to it.
The largest of the four boys walked around the chairs
and stood behind me. He leaned over and said, "Old Ivan
gets sluts in here all the time buying weird shit. I
never saw a girl as young as you in here before. How
old are you?"
I didn't know if I had to answer him but I knew I
wasn't supposed to move. So when his hand came around
in front of me and his fingers began pinching my nipple
I gasped and exclaimed, "Sixteen! I'm sixteen! That
hurts!"
He laughed quietly and said, "Of course it hurts
stupid. That's why I did it. If you don't want it to
hurt stop playing games and answer me when I ask you
something."
His hand was still holding my tit and squeezing it. But
at least he wasn't hurting me now.
I felt his lips on my ear. He didn't kiss me he just
moved his lips over my ear and toyed with my tit while
his three friends stood in front of me and enjoyed the
view of my exposed privates.
But then, they aren't really private anymore, are they?
He asked me another question in that quiet, teasing
voice and before I could answer his fingers moved back
to my nipple. My nipples were both erect and they
thought that was amusing. It made me furious. But there
was nothing I could do about it.
He asked me why I was in here buying slut shoes. His
fingers started to clamp down on my nipples and I
answered immediately to forestall any further pain. I
said, "I was sent her by my master to get them!"
He asked, "Who's the broad that went in the back with
Ivan?"
I groaned as he started to clamp down but I answered in
time. He let up as I quickly exclaimed, "My mom! It's
my mother!"
He chuckled and asked, "No shit! Your fucking mother
brought you in to buy slut shoes and let old Ivan feel
you up and show you off? That's pretty fucking hot!"
He asked me a few more question. He wanted to know what
grade I was going to be in and what school I went to.
His last question before Ivan came back out with my
obviously well fucked mother was, "How many men have
fucked you?"
He didn't believe me when I said that I was a virgin.
He reached down and started to slide his finger into my
pussy when he heard the door open in back. Under his
breath he said, "Shit!" Then he straightened up and
said, "I'll look for you next year slut."
I wasn't convinced that he went to school at all. If he
did it was probably not to my school. We were on the
other side of town and they had their own high school
over here. But I had more to worry about in my life
right now than this juvenile delinquent.
He and his friends slowly and calmly walked out of the
store and stood around watching us through the window
again.
Ivan put the shoes he had selected for me back into
their boxes and handed them to me. I noticed that no
money changed hands here. Apparently Ivan traded
leather goods for sex with his customers.
I saw the pained look in my mother's face. By now she
must have been emotionally devastated. The things that
she was having to do in the last week since Sean had
taken over her life had to be tearing her up inside.
Being forced to put me on display in a clothing store
and then fucking a dirty old man for a couple pairs of
shoes were concepts that would have been totally
foreign to her a week ago.
We left then. I followed her out of the store and as we
passed the boys outside I saw two of them fall in on
either side of her. The other two fell in beside me and
as we walked down the nearly deserted street the boys
freely groped our asses. I suppose that after what they
had seen in the store they figured we were fair game.
Apparently they were correct. My mother ignored them
and I took my cue from her.
It was harder for me though. I was wearing that tiny
skirt and the boys had their hands resting directly on
my bare skin.
We finally reached our car and mom opened the trunk. We
put the shoes in. Then mom looked at her watch and
swore. She sounded panicky when she said, "Oh shit! We
took too long. We're going to be late!"
The boys stood on the sidewalk and watched us now. Mom
dug around in one of the bags and pulled out one of my
new bikinis and grabbed the box with the sandals in it.
We got in the car and I saw that it was almost twelve-
thirty. We were supposed to be at Sean's house at one.
We had spent too much time trying on clothes and it had
taken me too long to learn how to walk in the new
shoes.
We drove off and as soon as we were on the road mom
said, "Put the suit and your new sandals on." Her voice
was tense and she was obviously more than nervous, she
was scared.
I struggled to change clothes as discreetly as possible
as we sped down the highway. It wasn't until I was
wearing the tiny little suit that it occurred to me to
ask, "You mean I'm going to have to wear this outside?!
Mom, what if someone sees me?!"
She voice sounded dull, lifeless, hopeless as she
responded, "What does it matter. We have no choice. If
we don't do what he wants…"
There was a long pause and finally she finished her
thought. "If we don't do what he wants he punishes us.
Trust me Lisa. You do not want to be punished."
It began to look like it wouldn't be a problem anyway.
In an attempt to get back in time mom was driving like
it was the last lap of the Daytona 500 and she was
about to come in second. She was trying to pass every
car on the road.
I was looking out the windshield trying to figure out
how long I had to live. It was just a question of which
car we were going to hit and when. Every few seconds I
glanced at the clock in the dashboard and all the while
I was wondering what the doctors and nurses at the
hospital were going to think when they wheeled my torn
and twisted body into the emergency room in this
bathing suit. It was not a pretty picture.
Somehow we made it though. We pulled into our driveway
with two minutes to spare. We carried my new clothes
inside and mom tore off her clothes and put on a
bathing suit that was identical to the one that I wore
except for the color. She put on a pair of matching
high heel sandals and we teetered over to Sean's gate.
When we got there it must have been exactly one. I
waited for mom to open the gate or knock or something
but she just stood there with her head down and waited.
I waited impatiently with her. I didn't want to go
inside that yard but I was listening carefully for any
sign that there was someone on the street or sidewalk
behind me. I was nearly as scared of being seen in this
outfit by a neighbor as I was of what was going to
happen once we entered that yard. I was so aware that
from the back my mother and I must both appear to be
naked. Hell! From the back we were naked!
He must have kept us waiting there for close to five
minutes. I didn't hear anyone walk past on the sidewalk
behind us but I heard several cars pass and I prayed
that they didn't see us and that they were no one that
we knew.
Sean finally opened the back gate and after looking us
over he turned and walked away as if we didn't even
exist. The arrogant bastard!
He returned to his seat on the patio and we followed
him after mom closed the gate.
He ignored my mother at first. He waited until I was
standing in front of him and he stared at my all but
naked body and in a conversational voice he asked, "Did
you enjoy your shopping trip?"
Yeah, right! Like that was possible!
I kept my head down though and answered quietly but
truthfully, "No master. It was humiliating."
He grinned and said, "That was the point, cunt. But I'm
told that you did very well today. The other customers
were extremely pleased by your performance. And Ivan
called to rave about you. He can't wait until you need
another pair of shoes or a nice leather outfit. You
impressed him with your sweet young virginal body. He
wants to fuck you so badly. I almost feel sorry for
him."
He surprised us when he didn't immediately tear my suit
off and separate me from my virginity. Instead, he sat
back and relaxed and said, "I want you two to splash
around in the pool for a while. Cool off and relax.
I'll call you out when I'm ready for you."
Mom responded, "Yes master," and we went to the steps
and waded into the pool until we were up to our necks.
The cool water did feel good and we relaxed a little. I
looked down through the water and I saw that the
brightly colored patches of our suits had all but
disappeared. The splashes of color served only to call
attention to the parts of our bodies that were supposed
to be covered in public.
We floated around together but we couldn't talk openly.
I had nothing to say that I wanted Sean to hear. There
were things that I might have asked my mother, if I
could get up the nerve. But a lot of them were about
him. So we were quiet, just staying close together for
comfort.
I glanced at Sean out of the corner of my eye from time
to time. I didn't understand why he was delaying the
inevitable. He was ignoring us though. He was sitting
back with his feet up and sipping on a beer as if he
hadn't a care in the world.
I soon found out why my virginity remained intact. The
doorbell rang and he answered it using the intercom by
the patio door. A moment later two men came in through
the house carrying large cases.
They glanced our way as they came into the yard but
didn't pay us much attention.
Sean went over and greeted them and they talked quietly
for a few minutes. Then they opened their cases and
pulled out large, professional looking movie cameras.
They plugged in a bunch of wires from the cameras to
some kind of metal connection box by the patio door.
When the men were ready, Sean came over to the side of
the pool and told us what he wanted us to do.
He ordered us to get out of the pool, put our high
heels back on and, acting as if there were no cameras
around we were to stretch and pose in natural poses,
allowing the cameras to get a good look at us. Then I
was to move over to stand in front of Sean.
My mother was ordered to remove the two tiny garments I
was wearing, caress my tits for a minute and then he
would take over.
Mom and I glanced at each other uncomfortably. It was
bad enough that I was about to be raped by this son of
a bitch. But in front of an audience! And recorded!
What was he going to do with those movies?
Mom headed for the steps and when I was slow to follow
she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. We climbed out
of the pool, hand in hand and I saw that for all
intents and purposes we were both naked.
We slipped our new sandals on. The ones that made our
asses "look so fuckable" according to Ivan. We tried to
ignore the cameras as we shook the water off of our
bodies and posed self-consciously, trying to act as if
what we were doing were perfectly natural.
After a few minutes my mother took me by the hand and
led me over to stand in front of Sean. She moved behind
me and untied my top. As it fell away she grabbed it
and dropped it on the table beside him. Then she
teasingly pulled at the bows on my hips. They came
loose and my bottoms fell away.
After dropping the bottom of my suit on the table my
mother reached around me and gently teased my tits. I
was so nervous about being touched this way by my own
mother and by the fact that two men were seemingly
sucking all of the air out of the backyard with those
large cameras that I almost was able to not think about
Sean.
I wasn't able to ignore him for long though. After
watching my mother tease my tits right in front of his
face for several minutes he stood up and ordered me to
undress him. He was wearing only a sport shirt which
was unbuttoned and hanging open and a pair of trunks.
His body held no surprises for me after yesterday. But
still I despised him and had no desire to do the things
that he was about to make me do. I remembered my
mother's advice to concentrate on the reason that I had
to do this. I also remembered his warnings about
hesitating and I began moving immediately. I reached up
and pulled his shirt off of his broad shoulders and set
it on the table near my suit.
I reached down and began to work his trunks down. His
cock was not totally soft, but it was nowhere near
hard. I pulled the front of his suit out and away from
his cock in front and worked it down past his knees. I
pushed it down to the patio floor and he stepped out of
it.
When I stood back up he looked me in the eye and said
with that arrogant smile of his plastered all over his
face, "I watched you closely last night with your
brother. I saw how badly you wanted to fuck him, and
how much you wanted to suck his cock. You horny little
bitch. Well, after today you'll be able to. In fact, I
encourage it. But I'm going to be your first. Pull a
cushion over here and let me teach you how to be a good
cocksucker little girl."
The cameras zoomed in as I knelt between his legs and
reached out once more to grasp his cock. I had thought
that after holding it yesterday and after bringing my
brother to orgasm twice last night I would not be so
nervous. That was not the case. Sean still scared me
and his cock was larger and uglier than Brad's. The
cameras seemed to amplify the fear and humiliation that
I was experiencing. They were so intrusive!
The cameras didn't seem to bother Sean though. He
ignored them and said, "Okay little girl, the first
thing you need to do is skin back my foreskin and
gently lick the head of my cock. Sometimes dirt and
sweat and drops of piss and other bodily fluids collect
under the foreskin and they need to be cleaned out. My
favorite method of cleaning my cock is in a fucking
cunt's mouth."
I stared at the very tip of his cock which was peeking
out from under his foreskin. It was leaking lubricant
and it looked pretty gross. I started to lean forward
slowly and he asked quietly, "Are you hesitating, you
little bitch?"
I paused long enough to respond, "No sir."
I had been but I didn't now. I could smell his cock as
my face drew close. It wasn't a foul smell exactly, but
he smelled of sweat. I suppose he was reasonably clean
but it was a hot day and he had been sweating.
I finally touched the tip of my tongue to the head of
his cock. I moved my tongue over it before dredging up
the courage to gently pull the foreskin away from it. I
didn't look. I didn't want to see the crud that was
there, if there was any. I stared at his stomach as I
swirled my tongue around his cock for a few minutes.
I felt his eyes staring at me and I was constantly
aware of the cameras catching every debasing act I was
forced to perform in great detail.
Before he continued with my cocksucking lesson he
ordered my mother to remove her suit and then to kneel
beside me. When she was in place he said, "Okay cunt.
It will be easier for your little girl to learn how to
suck cocks properly if she gets turned on. Don't you
agree?"
My mother quickly answered, "Yes master."
Sean grinned and said, "Since she is only sixteen and a
stupid virgin she is going to need all of the help she
can get. I want you to reach between her legs and see
if you can raise her excitement level a bit. And I am
going to fuck her soon and enjoy taking her virginity.
She will need all of the moisture she can wring out of
that little pussy to take my big cock. You know what to
do."
I felt my mother's hand as she gently worked it between
my legs from behind and then began to tease my pussy
with her fingertips. At first I was so turned off by
the idea of being touched there by my mother that it
had the opposite of the desired effect. Before very
long though, the sensations started to become very
pleasant and all but irresistible. I realized once more
that being aroused made these kinds of things easier to
do.
Sean returned his attention to me and said, "I'm not
going to cum in your mouth this time cunt. I'm going to
cum in your pussy when I rape you in a few minutes. And
I know that, since this is the first time you have
sucked a cock you won't be very good at it. You won't
be able to take it into your throat, yet. But I had
better see some enthusiasm. I won't settle for a
dispassionate blowjob. I want my cocksuckers to really
throw themselves into their work."
He said, "Okay bitch. You can stop concentrating on the
head now. Start sliding your lips down the shaft as far
as you can. I want to feel your tongue, but I had
better not feel your teeth if you don't want to eat
through a straw for the rest of your life."
His cock had been growing as I licked the head and it
felt like it was fully erect now. I thought that the
head of it pretty well filled my mouth but I had to try
to please him. The alternative was unimaginable.
I wrapped my lips around his cock just past the head. I
started slowly sliding my lips down and gently moving
my hand on the shaft the way my mother had taught me
yesterday.
I had hardly moved my head at all before I started to
gag. I knew from what I had seen yesterday that he
would not abide a gagging cocksucker. The terror didn't
seem to help though.
My mother leaned closer and whispered, "Sweetheart.
Swallow before you slide your mouth down over his cock.
It takes some practice but once you get the hang of it
you won't gag like that."
It didn't help that she sounded as scared as I was. But
I tried it and after a few attempts I found that I was
taking nearly half of his fat cock into my mouth
without gagging. I had heard the term deep throat
before. I knew what it was. I was certain though that
it was a skill which I would never acquire. There was
no way this monstrous slab of meat was going any
farther into my mouth than it was already. I was
struggling to handle what I had in my mouth now!
He let me work on his cock for several minutes before
he pushed my head away and ordered me to stand. I got
up and stepped back as he stood in front of me. He
moved his beer and his watch and his wallet from the
patio table and set them on the deck nearby. Then he
picked me up and set me on the table, right in the wet
spot where his beer had been.
I winced at the cold but said nothing. Sean pushed me
onto my back on the table and spread my legs as far as
they would go. He lifted them up and ordered my mother
to move to the other side of the table and hold my legs
in place.
It was a very humiliating position. I was totally
exposed and helpless.
Sean sat back down in his chair and leaned forward. He
examined my pussy and then he began to use his tongue
on it. What Brad had done last night had been fantastic
but Sean knew what he was doing! His tongue explored my
virgin opening and teased all the most sensitive areas
and even though I fought it I started becoming very,
very turned on. What my mother had been doing earlier
with her hand was nice, pleasant. This was exciting.
I had one camera pointed at my face and another at my
pussy as he ate me to orgasm several times. Then he
stretched my pussy open as far as possible and one of
the cameras came in for a super close-up. I didn't
realize at first that they were getting a shot of my
hymen!
Oh well. It was just one more humiliation in what was
becoming a life of humiliations.
Once they had photographed my insides the camera moved
out of the way and my mother continued to hold my legs
out of the way to facilitate my rape.
Sean moved between my legs and his cock came to rest on
my very wet slit. He didn't put it in me at first. He
moved it back and forth and the stimulation of that
hot, fleshy rod on my slit was irresistible, but I was
still uncomfortable with the idea of that very large
thing entering me. I couldn't deny though that it felt
very nice sliding up and down through my slit and
gently moving over my blood engorged clit.
He did that for several minutes. He was watching my
face and I knew that he saw how much he was turning me
on and that it amused him. I didn't want to be seen to
give in to him. I couldn't help it though. I was
aroused and as much as I hated this man and feared his
cock I still wanted something inside of me. I would
have preferred that it be just about anyone but this
man or his kinky friends. A boy from school would have
been nice. Even my brother would have been better than
this. But it was going to be Sean.
I felt the pleasant sensation stop and he pressed the
head of his cock into my opening. I closed my eyes and
despite my arousal I felt myself tensing up. Sean said,
"Open your eyes, cunt. The camera wants to record your
soul when I burst through your hymen."
I thought, "What a horrible thing! The most private
moment of my life and they want to turn it into porn."
But I opened my eyes. I didn't look at the cameraman
who was recording my face. I stared up at the awning
over the deck and tried to force myself to relax as
Sean slowly forced his cock inside of me.
I felt my pussy expanding as his cock entered me and it
was uncomfortable, but even so I couldn't help being
aroused by the sensations it evoked as it stretched me
almost beyond my body's ability to cope. I had to
remind myself that my pussy was blessed with the
ability to stretch wide enough to accommodate the birth
of a child. It helped to ease the fear.
He was teasing me, entering me so slowly, forcing me to
continue to anticipate that moment when his cock tore
through my hymen and everything changed. I had expected
it to be a rapid and violent event. But it wasn't. He
was moving in and out of me at a snail's pace, entering
me a fraction farther each time. But then I felt the
pressure inside me as the head of his cock finally came
into contact with my hymen.
He smiled at my mother and said, "I can feel it. I feel
your baby girl's cherry being stretched by the head of
my cock."
I tensed up again and I glanced at is face for the
first time in several minutes. The pleasure in his face
was sickening. This entire situation was sickening. I
was being violated by a man that I despised while my
mother held my legs up and out obscenely and two
strange men recorded every horrible moment of my
degradation, most probably for the entertainment of men
all over the world. I didn't doubt that this movie
would soon be for sale on the internet. As I had that
thought it occurred to me how the clothing my mother
had picked out for me today was being paid for!
Sean withdrew and then plunged his cock back into me
several times, stopping when he felt the head of his
cock stretching my hymen each time. I wanted to scream
at him to get it over with. But I also wanted to beg
him not to do it. I ended up laying there, a bundle of
ragged nerves, waiting for the inevitable.
And then it came. I didn't cry out. My body tensed, my
eyes got wide and I felt every nerve in my body seem to
contract in pain as he finally shredded that thin
barrier with his large cock. It was done. I was no
longer a virgin. I suddenly felt very sad. I shed a few
quick tears of regret but I didn't cry. I refused to
give him the satisfaction. I lay there under him as he
leaned over me with his cock buried all the way inside
of me and I fought to keep my feelings from showing.
He spoke to my mother again, taunting her. "Your baby
has such a hot, tight cunt. I hope it doesn't get
stretched out too soon by all of the cocks I'm going to
let use it."
I tried to ignore what he was saying. I concentrated
instead on the stuffed feeling in my pussy. It didn't
hurt when he wasn't moving. But after a long moment he
began to slowly move his cock in and out of me and at
first I could feel the place inside of me that had been
torn. It was unpleasant but it was a bearable pain. The
pain was slowly easing though. With each stroke it
seemed to be fading away.
I noticed that once the pain retreated, the sensation
of being filled and stretched by a large cock began to
get very pleasant. I was never in any danger of
achieving orgasm though. I just held on and stared at
the awning, trying not to see the pain in my mother's
face or the arrogant but ecstatic look on the face of
my rapist. And I was still trying to imagine that the
cameras didn't exist.
Sean fucked me harder and faster and towards the end he
was leaning over me grunting and swearing and his sweat
was dripping off of him and onto my ravaged body. I
could tell that it was almost over and I just
concentrated on that.
And then it was over. He attacked me with several long
brutal strokes and finally I felt him cumming inside of
me. I couldn't feel his cum. I felt his cock throbbing
and I felt his body shivering as if he were cold. I
knew that his slime was shooting out of his cock and
contaminating my insides though. I shivered in
revulsion at the idea of it. But I raised no protest. I
lay there submissively and permitted every indignity
that amused them.
He stayed over me for a long time after he came. I felt
his cock slowly recede and it must have been completely
soft when he finally let it slide from my body. He
stepped back slightly and the camera focused on his
soft cock.
After getting a shot of his slimy cock with the ring of
my virgin blood around the base and a few thin streaks
on the shaft they focused on my freshly raped pussy for
a few moments.
I thought it was over but the indignities just kept on
coming. My mother was forced to suck his cock and balls
clean. I turned my head away but the sounds of her
mouth at work on his nasty cock nearly made me vomit.
But still that wasn't the worst. When Sean was
satisfied that his cock was clean enough he grabbed a
handful of my mother's hair and guided her around the
table and between my legs. He instructed her to clean
my thighs and then my pussy.
I saw her gag. Her face had gone pure white in horror
as she contemplated for several long seconds the
incredibly nasty task that they had set out for her.
The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. But
as horrified as she was she didn't resist.
The cameras caught it all as she cleaned my thighs and
then began to slurp up the cum escaping from my freshly
raped pussy. Finally the outside was clean and she
began to worm her tongue up inside of me.
While she worked, Sean stood nearby watching closely.
He said, "I love to watch a mommy eat out her little
girl's cunt. It really turns me on, especially when I
have just taken her little girl's cherry. I'm going to
enjoy you two cunts for a very long time I think."
Unlike earlier when Sean had eaten my pussy, or last
night with Brad, I felt nothing now. I felt cold
inside.
I heard Sean say, "Make sure you get it all Jill. You
don't want your little girl getting knocked up. Maybe
later we can find some big black man to get her
pregnant. But for now I like her just the way she is."
I had resisted for as long as I could. Now I started
crying too. And the camera was right there to capture
it. These fucking pigs!
Sean was finally satisfied that he had made my mother
eat me long enough. I soon found out why it had lasted
as long as it had. Everything that had just happened
had been recorded, but it had also been transmitted to
a large, paying audience who had paid one hundred
dollars apiece to watch him rape a teenage virgin with
her mother's assistance. They had to make the show last
for the allotted amount of time to please the audience.
I heard him talking to the cameramen after they turned
the cameras off and he estimated that, depending on how
many last minute customers had signed on to watch the
show we had just put on he had made close to one
million dollars! I did the math in my head and was
shocked when I realized that for him to make that much
money there would have to have been approximately ten
thousand men watching me get raped. Ten thousand men
had watched me lose my virginity!
I was devastated. But the show wasn't over. Well, the
show was. The indignities continued. Sean said, "Okay
ladies. Rest period is over. If you don't want to get
caught going back into the house like this you had
better get up and get to work. The cameramen need to be
taken care of before you can go home."
My mother finally released her grip on my legs and I
found that I was so stiff and sore that I could hardly
move. But they were nice enough to help me up. They all
but carried me to a cushion on the grass and soon my
mother and I were kneeling side by side and the
cameramen were fucking us both from behind. Every few
minutes they would switch off until finally they came
inside of our unprotected bodies.
We were forced to suck their slimy cocks clean and then
it was over. Sean picked up our tiny bathing suits and
without even looking first he shoved us out through the
gate and tossed our suits after us.
We scrambled for our suits and then ran for the door of
our house. I saw a car driving by just before we
reached the door. I heard the squeal of brakes but just
before the driver was able to back up we managed to get
inside.
We stood inside the door, panting and dripping cum. We
were exhausted and we were humiliated and degraded. And
it was just beginning. This arrangement was open ended.
We had no idea how long it would be before he got tired
of raping us.
I got a drink to take the nasty taste of slimy cock out
of my mouth and then we headed upstairs to take
showers. As we climbed the stairs I said, "Mom, I need
to get on the pill."
She stopped suddenly and gasped. She mumbled, "Oh god!
I didn't even think of that! I'll take care of it."
Then we went to our rooms. I stepped into my room and
glanced at the clock. It wasn't as late as we had
feared. It was only about four in the afternoon. Dad
wouldn't be home for a little more than an hour. We
didn't know when Brad would be home though.
I ignored the window as I stood in my room and
recovered slightly from the shock of what had just
happened to me. When I had calmed down I grabbed my
robe and carried it to the bathroom. I wish I had my
own bathroom. That would have been neat. But until we
hit the lottery that wasn't going to happen. And since
we don't actually buy lottery tickets I imagine it is
going to take us a very long time to win.
I brushed my teeth and then I took a long hot shower. I
took comfort from the fact that my period had just
ended and I wasn't fertile yet. But I was going to have
a long nervous month waiting for the birth control
pills to take effect once I got them.
I dried off and brushed my hair and since it was just
my mother and me in the house I didn't bother to put my
robe on. I went back to my room carrying it and hung it
on the back of my bedroom door. Then I stretched out on
my bed, stared at the ceiling and thought about the
things that had happened to me today.
Mom came to my door after I had been lying there in bed
for a while. She suggested quietly, "You should
probably close your door if you are going to lie around
in the nude."
I was wryly amused at the huge change in her attitude
between now and the last time I had begged her to let
me buy a bikini. I looked over at her standing in the
door. She looked like a beaten puppy. It almost broke
my heart. Even the idea of the photographs she had
snuck of me and then sent to her internet chat friends
didn't seem so infuriating anymore. We were in this
together now, no matter how we got here.
I invited her to come in and sit down and she perked up
a little. Her expression seemed to say, "She doesn't
hate me anymore!"
I felt guilty, even though I knew that if anyone should
feel guilty it should be her.
She sat on the bed beside me and no one spoke at first.
But my curiosity was finally getting the best of me and
after what we had been through yesterday and today I
didn't think that anything we said had as much power to
shock any longer.
I reached over and grasped her hand lightly and I
asked, "Mom, I'm curious about your fantasies. How did
they start? What are they?"
She tensed up as I asked about her most intimate
secrets. She was quiet for a long moment and then she
answered in a voice so quiet that I could hardly hear
her. She said, "I know how they started. I told you
that I was raised just like you have been. My family
had the same strict beliefs, the same idea of a woman's
place and the way that a woman should behave. We went
to church every Sunday and prayed over every meal. I
thought my parents were saints. So I was shocked when I
found a box of magazines hidden in the garage. I had
been looking for some old doll clothes to give to my
friend's younger sister. I remember that day as clearly
as if it was yesterday. I was thirteen and just
starting to grow boobs. I was a bit late blooming, as
they say, later than most of my friends anyway. I
didn't mind. I hadn't even started to think about sex
yet. Still, when my boobs started to grow it was kind
of exciting."
"Anyway, I was in the garage one day. My father was at
work and my mother was at some club meeting at the
church. My sister was off with her friends. My friend
called up and asked me if I still had those old doll
clothes and I offered to dig them out for her. I knew
that they were in a box in the garage."
"I dug through a couple boxes until I found a heavy box
that was stuck behind a bunch of boxes. I knew it
wasn't what I was looking for because it was too heavy
and too large. But I was curious because it wasn't
dusty like all the others but it was stuck in the back
as if someone were trying to hide it. I felt like a
junior detective uncovering someone's deep, dark
secrets."
"I opened the mysterious box and got the shock of my
life. It was full of magazines. Men's magazines were
different when I was a little girl. They weren't like
Playboy and whatever else they have now. These things
were violent and nasty. They were full of pictures and
stories of women being raped and killed. The cover
photos were always of some helpless young thing having
her clothes ripped off before being tortured by the
Nazis or some huge, ugly Inquisitor or some other
monster who's evil deeds had become the stuff of myth
enjoyed by men with evil minds. They called these
things Pulp fiction. Much of the photography was staged
rape scenes but there weren't that many photos. It was
mostly very lifelike art. They were truly horrible."
"I stood there shaking, looking at those pictures and
really becoming familiar with the concept of violence
against women for the first time. It wasn't just the
shock of seeing them though. It was also the shock of
realizing that my holy rolling, walk on water father
who railed against anything and everything and watched
over my virtue like a jailer watching over a prisoner
on death row was a pervert! It didn't take a genius,
and god knows I'm not one, to figure out that these
things turned him on."
"I flipped through them and saw that they were in no
particular order. I grabbed a couple of them and put
the box back the way that I'd found it. I started to
rush back to my room but then I remembered why I was
there. I finally found the doll clothes and pulled the
box down. Then I rushed to my room."
"I sat on my bed and stared at the covers of those
magazines and my mind was smoking. I hid one of them
and lay on my bed and started reading the other one
from cover to cover. The words I read seared my mind.
It was filled, cover to cover, with stories of women
being abducted and stripped and humiliated, often
publicly, and raped, often by large numbers of men. It
all overwhelmed me. I cannot describe the feelings that
coursed through my body as I read them. But then, I'm
sure you have become acquainted with some of those
feelings in the last few days. You are living one of
those stories now."
"I read that magazine from cover to cover and by the
time I was half way through it I was grinding my mound
against my bed and I didn't even know why. I just knew
that it felt good. I had been so overprotected that at
the time I didn't even know what masturbation was! I
just knew that warm feelings that I didn't understand
but truly loved were suffusing my body."
"I finished the first magazine and I was about to start
on the second when my sister, your Aunt Helen, came
home."
She paused in her narrative and asked, "Is this too
much detail?"
I squeezed her hand and said, "This is fascinating."
She glanced at me; I think to see if I was serious.
Then she continued her story.
"I couldn't go to sleep that night. I lay in bed
thinking about those pictures and those stories and my
blood was racing. When I heard my sister breathing
deeply and I knew that she was sleeping I pulled the
second magazine out of hiding and snuck it into the
bathroom. I was in there for more than two hours and
again I read it cover to cover, every damned word."
"I was exhausted but all I wanted to do was go out to
the garage and get another one. I didn't dare though. I
went back to bed and finally fell asleep. But the
dreams I had that night were so vivid that even today I
remember them. For any normal person they would have
been nightmares. Not me. My dreams of public
humiliation and rape and torture excited me so much
that I woke up the next morning feverishly excited. The
shock came when I went to the bathroom and sat on the
toilet. I was peeing and thinking about how long it
would be before it was safe to get some more of those
magazines out of that box when I glanced down and
noticed my pajama bottoms. It looked like I had wet
them! They were soaked. I had no idea what it was from
and it kind of scared me. Girls back then knew even
less about their own bodies than girls do now. I guess
that as a society we will never learn."
"I hurried back to my room and got dressed while Helen
was in the bathroom. I hung around my room until my
mother went shopping. Helen had gone out with her
friends again. School was out for the summer and Helen
and I spent about as much time together as you and Brad
do now. We didn't become close until much later."
"As soon as my mother left the house I rushed to the
garage. I opened the box and returned the magazines
that I had taken to approximately the same place I had
found them. Then I dug out three more. I decided that
two were not enough. It wasn't until I was closing the
box that I noticed that there was different magazine on
top now. It was a new one. I realized then that my
hypocritical father was still buying them!"
"I ran back upstairs and lay face down on my bed and
started reading and grinding my mound into my mattress
again. It was just as wonderful as it had been the day
before. But then I made a discovery. In one of the
stories there was some poor woman who was forced to
strip in front of a large group of men and masturbate.
I didn't know what that was but they described it in a
great deal of detail. As soon as I read that I pulled
my pants and my underwear down and lay on my back and
closed my eyes. I did the things that I had just read
about and imagined that I was the woman being forced to
do it in front of room full of big ugly men."
"Oh god Lisa! I was still thirteen and I had a huge,
mind altering orgasm. I didn't know what an orgasm was
even! But I knew that I loved it. From that time on I
read those magazines with my fingers between my thighs,
diddling away or cupping my mound and rubbing
violently. Hardly a day went by that I didn't have a
dozen orgasms. And the vivid wet dreams continued.
Later, and I was older and had a better idea of what I
was doing, I fought to repress those feelings, those
dreams. But I have them still."
"Eventually I read every magazine in that box. And then
I was desperate for more. I didn't have the internet of
course and I couldn't buy those magazines for myself.
So I went back and reread them."
"Then something horrible happened. I don't know if my
mother found out about them and made my father get rid
of them or if he got to feeling guilty and threw them
away or if he suspected that Helen or me had discovered
them and he found a new hiding place for them. But one
day the box was gone. Oh man! You have never seen
panic! I looked all over the house and all through the
garage. I was desperate to find those magazines. By
then I was almost sixteen. I had read those magazines
three or four times each. I almost had them memorized.
But I needed them. I needed the pictures. I needed to
see them and imagine those women were me. Or I suppose
it is more correct to say that I needed to imagine that
I was them."
"After that I only had my imagination. It was good. I
had developed one hell of a dirty mind by then. But it
just wasn't the same."
"I just seemed to go through the motions after that. I
did school and I began dating when I was almost
seventeen. I tried to be normal. I tried to do what
everyone else did and be like everyone else. But in my
mind I was always being attacked and raped and
humiliated. I thought that marrying your father would
snap me out of it. He was so much like my father that I
thought he was the perfect man for me. He was like my
father without the magazines I mean. Your father
doesn't have a kinky bone in his body."
She sounded kind of sad about it when she said it.
"I coasted through life after that. You came along and
then Brad was born. I was busy with you kids and the
house. I tried to make believe that those magazines
were all in the past. But then I got a computer of my
own. At first I controlled the desire to search for
what I had been missing. But eventually it found me. I
started seeing ads for things when I was looking for
something else. And there were links. And before I knew
it I was looking at those pictures again. Only it was
different now. These were real photographs of real
women experiencing my fantasies. They were living my
fantasies!"
"Then I discovered chatting. But I didn't set out to
chat with men or to chat about my fantasies. The first
time it happened was with a man that I starting talking
to about healthy diets. I enjoyed talking to him and we
chatted several times before we started flirting. Our
chats were mild at first. I was scared on so many
levels. But each time I went farther. And then those
pictures that they wanted. At first they were of me. It
took a long time before I got up the nerve but after I
did it just one time I was hooked. I loved showing my
body to strange, anonymous men and offering to do the
nastiest things in the world for their amusement."
She paused then and squeezed my hand and took a deep
breath.
"Then I let myself be talked into taking pictures of
you. But in my mind it wasn't you. In my mind you were
a proxy for me. I was giving those men me when I was
thirteen. That's the best way that I can explain it.
It's more confused than that I suppose but that sums it
up pretty well."
"And then one day I got an email from someone who knew
who I was and what I had been doing online. He had
pictures and copies of chat logs. My fantasies were
about to come true and I was terrified. I didn't really
want them to be real. I wanted to have the fantasies
but be safe. And I never even imagined that my
fantasies would involve you. Oh god Lisa, I am so
sorry."
I sighed. I lifted her hand and kissed it and said, "At
least I can understand how you got the way that you
are."
She replied, "But it was only supposed to be in my
mind. It was never supposed to be for real! Oh Lisa,
your dad wouldn't even bother to kill me. He would just
leave. There would be no discussion, no explanations.
He would just leave. To be honest I have never been
sure how I feel about your father. I guess I love him.
I don't feel desire for him and I never felt like he
wanted me for anything but a mother of his children and
a cook and house keeper. But if he left me I would be
lost."
I let that sink in and then I had one more burning
question. "But mom, I don't understand. How come you
are such a damned prude when it comes to me?! That
fucking bathing suit you make me wear! I'm the only
girl I know that doesn't own a bikini!"
She chuckled and said, "You do now."
I couldn't help it. I laughed right out loud. And as I
sat there laughing quietly and holding mom's hand Brad
came down the hall and stopped at my door. He saw me
sitting on my bed naked and talking to mom. He was
afraid that mom was going to freak. Instead, he is the
one that got all flustered when she stood up, looked at
her watch and smiled and said, "You two behave. I have
to go down and start supper now. I don't need you
tonight Lisa. I'm just going to make a little
casserole. I'll call you when supper is ready."
Brad stood there in stunned disbelief as mom walked out
leaving my bedroom door wide open. On her way by she
gave him a kiss on the cheek and then she went
downstairs. I would have given anything for a
photograph of his face at that moment.
He stared at me in disbelief for a long time before he
asked, "What the hell just happened?!"
I crooked my finger at him and he came into my room. He
walked in looking very much like he had just been hit
across the forehead with a baseball bat.
I patted the bed beside me and he came over and sat
down. I placed my hand on his thigh and asked, "Do you
remember what I told you last night?"
I saw in his eyes that he did.
He replied, "I have been thinking of nothing else all
damned day!"
He paused and asked, "So what happened today that makes
it okay when it wasn't okay last night? And what the
hell has gotten into mom?!"
I smiled and said, "They are related. But I can't tell
you yet. When I can I will. I promise."
I slid to the floor and moved over between his knees. I
ran my hand over the bulge in his pants and asked,
"Would you like a preview?"
He exclaimed nervously, "Lisa! Your door is open for
Christ's sake! What if mom came back up for something?"
I smiled and said, "She would have to wait her turn."
He looked at me like I was nuts. But he didn't protest
when I started to unfasten his jeans. He stood up when
I had them undone and I pulled them down his legs to
his ankles. He started to sit back down but all of a
sudden he froze.
I heard him say, "What the hell is that?!"
I looked up and then turned to see what he was looking
at. Oh fuck! I had left the new bikini I wore today on
the dresser!
Oh well, busted!
I smiled and pushed him down on the bed. I took his
hard cock in my hand and said, "That's my new bikini.
Mom helped me pick it out today."
He stared at the three little triangle of cloth and
said, "No fucking way!"
I nodded.
He said, "Put it on sis. I have to see that."
I got up and put it on while he watched. The thin
material had dried out quickly and was no longer nearly
invisible. But still it didn't cover anything. I put it
on and turned around to model it for Brad.
When I was facing him again he said, "Come on sis,
where did you get that? There is no fucking way that
mom let you get that!"
I dropped to my knees again and held his cock in my
hand. He shuddered in pleasure and I loved that I could
make him feel like that.
I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and then
I sat up and said, "She not only let me get this suit,
she picked it out and she paid for it."
"Bullshit!" he exclaimed.
I said, "You ain't seen nothing yet baby brother. Wait
until I show you some of the other things she bought
me."
He still didn't believe a word of it but I pushed him
over onto his back and bent down and started sucking
his cock. He lost all interest in asking questions for
a while.
Unlike a short time ago when I was forced to suck on
Sean's big cock and then later when his cameramen had a
turn, I was enjoying this. I love my brother and I had
discovered that pleasing him was fun for me. I was
enjoying sucking his cock. I was nervous about the one
part of this I hadn't done yet. I hoped I could handle
it when he came in my mouth. But I had tasted his cum
and the cum of one of the cameramen when I sucked his
cock clean. I had tasted Sean's cum that first
afternoon. I was scared but I thought I could handle
it.
It turned out that I wouldn't have long to wait to find
out. It was his very first blowjob and even though I
had jerked him off twice last night this was special.
And he had been anticipating it all day. I doubt if it
lasted five minutes. Soon he was pumping his cum into
my mouth and groaning loudly. He thrashed around a
little but I held on and I managed to hold his entire
load of cum in my mouth. Thankfully it wasn't nearly as
much as his first load last night.
I held his cum in my mouth and tried to get used to the
taste. It was kind of bitter and a little bleachy
tasting but once I got used to it the flavor wasn't
that bad. It was a lot easier to take than Sean's had
been that first day. That had been some nasty shit!
I finally swallowed Brad's cum and sat up on my heels.
He sat up and stared at me in my new suit. After a few
minutes he reached down and cupped both of my breasts
and held them lovingly for a moment. Then he put his
hands under my armpits and pulled me up on the bed with
him. He laid me beside him and then turned on his side.
He put his hand back on my boob and gently teased me.
It felt very nice and I liked that it wasn't to get me
to do anything. He just wanted to make me feel good.
He leaned over and kissed me and said, "Lisa, I'm not
an honor roll student, but I'm not stupid. Something
seriously strange is going on around here in the last
few days. I love what we did last night and what you
just did. I promise to pay you back after supper by the
way. But I'm worried about you. And now I'm worried
about mom. Don't make me beat it out of your scrawny
ass!"
"Scrawny! You little twerp! I guess if I'm so scrawny
you've changed your mind about sticking your dick in
me!"
He stopped smiling and his hand stopped teasing my tit.
He said, "There Lisa. That's what I mean. Where did all
of this come from? Don't misunderstand, I'm a horny
teenage boy and even if you are my sister you are a
beautiful, sexy teenage girl. I've wanted to hump your
leg for a long time now! But this is so out of
character for you. And mom buying you that suit! Not
even on drugs Lisa! She would never let her precious
little girl wear that thing you have on, whatever the
hell it is. I love it by the way. But something is
wrong with this picture and I need to know what it is."
I sat up and sat cross legged on the bed facing him. He
glanced at my all but naked body and pulled his t-shirt
off and made me put it on. He grinned and said, "I
can't hear a thing that you say when you are wearing
that bathing suit."
I smiled and pulled his shirt on. When all my good
parts were covered I pulled his face closer and kissed
him lightly again. Then I said, "It is a long and very
strange story and I'm not even sure where to start. If
I was to tell you I would be violating many confidences
and telling you things that could hurt a lot of people.
And if I told you, I am afraid that you might get it
into your thick little head that you were under some
kind of misguided male obligation to do something,
probably the wrong thing. It isn't that I don't trust
you. I do. But I don't want you getting a sudden attack
of testosterone poisoning and making things worse or
getting yourself fucked up. I don't want my parents to
get divorced and I don't want me or my friends to go to
jail and I don't want you to get hurt. And all of those
are possibilities."
"So please Brad, just accept your good fortune and go
with the flow. I promise that I'll make it good for
you. We can fuck and suck as much as you like." I
paused and then I said, "Let's just leave it at this,
if I need you to help me I will let you know. Until
that time let's not rock the boat. I said I trust you.
I need you to trust me. Later, when I can, I promise
you that I will tell you everything, no matter how much
you end up hating me."
He looked like I had just slapped him. He exclaimed,
"Lisa! I could never hate you! I love you! That's why
I'm trying to find out what kind of trouble you are in.
Maybe I can't do anything to help. But maybe I can. Or
maybe I can just be there for you when you need someone
to talk to."
I held his hands and said, "Sweetheart, if I thought I
could tell you without you doing a Rambo imitation and
making things worse I would. Because I will be honest,
I am scared. And it would be nice to have you to talk
to about it. But you could make it so much worse."
He had never sounded more sincere in his life than when
he said, "Sis, I give you my solemn word. I will not do
anything you do not approve of and I will not say
anything to anyone but you. I can't help it. I am
afraid for you and I feel like I need to help in any
way that I can. You might as well tell me as have me
stumble around like a defective detective and
accidentally make things worse."
I stared at him. I wanted to believe he would not screw
it up. I had noticed lately that he seemed a lot more
mature. And god, it would be so wonderful to have a
shoulder to cry on and a friend that I could talk to
about this.
I felt my resolve weakening. The chance to get this off
of my chest was just too hard to resist. I looked him
right in the eye and I said, "I want your word Brad.
This is important. If there is ever a time in your life
that your word means anything to you it has to be this
time. I am going to tell you things that will make you
see me and mom in a whole different light. You aren't
going to like it. You are going to lose respect for
both of us. But I need you to keep loving us and
supporting us. Even more importantly though, I need you
to keep your word and not do anything foolish."
Too much time had passed by the time he gave me his
solemn word. Mom called us down to supper. I had to
strip out of my suit and put on some shorts and a top.
Brad put his shirt and pants back on and we went down
to eat.
All through supper Brad kept looking at mom and me. Mom
was acting oblivious and a bit flighty and I am pretty
sure that she didn't even notice. Dad mentioned a few
things about this day that he mistakenly thought were
interesting, as if anyone ever listened to him. I was
trying to decide if I was making a mistake telling Brad
about what was going on.
After supper dad went in to watch the news on TV. Brad
went upstairs and mom and I cleaned up. Sometimes I
resented that. I had to keep reminding myself that a
half hour of kitchen clean up once a day beat the hell
out of four hours of yard work in the hot sun all
summer long, not to mention any other odd jobs that dad
came up with like cleaning out the garage or raking
leaves in the fall. I know it came out pretty even but
I still felt like a second class citizen when the guys
left the mess for us after supper.
I didn't have much to complain about tonight though.
Mom cleans up after herself as she cooks and there was
only the supper dishes to put in the dishwasher and
wiping off the table. I was done in ten minutes and I
went over and hugged mom and said, "Thanks mom. I'm
sorry I got so mad at you. I love you."
Fuck! She started crying and I just felt that much
worse.
She hugged me tight and whispered, "I don't know how
you turned out so nice. I don't deserve you. I love you
so much Lisa. And I am so sorry for this mess."
I kissed her cheek and said, "If you want to make it up
to me call the doctor tomorrow. I don't want to get
pregnant."
She promised. I got a glass of ice water and went to my
room.
Brad joined me as soon as I got up there. He had
changed into a pair of loose shorts. I saw his cock
pressing against the thin material and I knew that he
wasn't wearing underwear. I reached out and cupped his
cock and balls and said, "Pretty fucking sexy little
brother. How do you expect me to concentrate?"
He smiled and said, "Damn I love the change in you!
Now, keep your hands to yourself and start talking!"
I pouted and asked, "Can't I hold it while we talk?"
He was tempted but he smiled and said, "I can't believe
I'm saying this! No. Later for the slap and tickle.
Talk to me."
We sat on my bed and got comfortable and I made him
promise again that he wouldn't do anything without my
approval and that he wouldn't hate me or mom. He didn't
think that was possible and promised not to. Now I had
to figure out where to start and how much to tell him.
Before I started with the details I said, "Brad, mom
and I are being blackmailed. Not for money, and no
state secrets. We are being blackmailed for sex."
He looked at me like I had two heads. I waited for the
explosion but all I saw was concern. I thought that
boded well. So I started telling him the whole story.
The first part was easier. It wasn't about me. I was
violating a confidence but I thought that it was
necessary for him to understand. So I told him
everything that mom had told me about her childhood and
her fantasies. I smiled when I saw that several times
he got a hard on and it embarrassed him. I think that
it was especially embarrassing for him because he was
getting a hard on thinking about mom in a sexual way
and hearing about the sexual things she had done. I
could see that it made him very uncomfortable.
Then came the harder part. I told him what I had done.
He didn't seem to think that I had done anything wrong
but I had done a lot of research on the internet. I
explained to him what the authorities would say that I
had done wrong. It sounded more serious when you
spelled it all out from their perspective.
Then I told him about seeing mom coming home limping
and then the cum I had found in her underwear. Now it
was going to get harder. I told him what happened when
I had been caught spying at Sean's back gate and what
had happened today.
I could see how much trouble he was having with
conflicting emotions. Sometimes I saw fury on his face
and sometimes he had a hard on that looked like it was
going to tear through his shorts.
He asked me a few questions but I had included
everything that I could think of. By the time I had
finished with my story it was almost nine o'clock. I
saw his brain working. I knew what he was thinking. He
was trying to think of some way to save me and mom from
our neighbor.
I said, "Brad, forget it. I've tried and we both know
I'm smarter than you. There is nothing that you can do
for us. I only want one thing from you. No, I want two
things. I want to know that I don't have to worry that
you are going to do something stupid. I don't want to
have to worry about you. And I want to be able to talk
to you honestly and get a little sympathy when I need
it, or a little cock when I need it. I know how guys
are. They think that they have to fix things. You can't
fix this. You can only fuck it up if you try. I just
want you to be there for me and in return I will be
there for you, every time you need a little comfort."
With that I reached down and put my hand inside his
shorts and smiled at him as his cock fell into my hand.
I felt the moisture that had been dripping from the end
of his cock when he got excited and I smiled and said,
"It feels like he missed me!"
Brad wasn't smiling. He pulled my hand free and held my
hands in his. He was dead serious. He asked, "Have you
thought this through sis? This guy sounds like he could
be hazardous to your health. What about that internet
broadcast today? What if someone you know saw that?"
I had that worry in the back of my mind but I smiled
and said, "Brad, I don't know anyone with one hundred
dollars."
He responded, "No, but you know a lot of guys with ten
dollars. And a lot of the guys you know spend a lot of
time on the internet looking at tits and ass. And you
know they are going to be selling that movie on the
net. Guys are going to buy it and post parts of it
everywhere that pictures of naked girls are posted.
It's what guys do."
I shrugged and said, "Well, there isn't anything I can
do about it. And if someone I know sees me they will
probably just say, 'Hey! She looks just like Lisa!' and
go on to the next picture."
Brad stretched out on my bed and pulled me down beside
him. He held me with my back against his chest and his
arms wrapped around me. I shuddered because I hadn't
felt so good, so safe, in a long time. I suddenly
realized that no boy had ever held me and just
comforted me and loved me before.
I wasn't allowed to date yet and if my dad had been a
woman I suspect that he would be frigid. He didn't hug.
In fact, I just realized, we had almost nothing to do
with him. He went to work, he came home and ate supper
and then he sat in front of the TV. He got upset if
anyone talked when the TV was on. He seldom took a day
off and when he did we didn't see much of him. He
always went somewhere or was doing something in the
basement or the garage. I hadn't even realized it until
that very moment, but we hardly knew our father!
We lay like that for a long time and finally I said, "I
hope you know we can't do it like this baby brother."
He chuckled and responded, "Smart ass!"
He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "I don't
think I want to do it anymore."
I hadn't expected that! I struggled to sit up and turn
around to face him but he held me down and said,
"Settle down damn it!"
I stopped struggling. I didn't have a chance against my
great big little brother anyway. I quieted down and
asked, "You think I'm a dirty slut now don't you?"
I felt the tears starting. It broke my heart. I had
half expected this kind of reaction when I told him
what I had done. But I had no idea how much it was
going to hurt.
He squeezed me tighter and exclaimed, "Jesus you're a
dumb cunt sometimes! I love you, stupid! Stop crying!"
I sniffed and asked, "But what…why…I don't understand!"
He kissed my neck and said, "I don't want to be part of
the problem you dumb broad! Don't you think you have
enough men abusing you now?"
I loved him more now than I ever had in my life. I felt
like my heart was going to explode. I struggled again
and managed to turn around and put my arms around his
neck. I pulled him close and kissed him. It was
definitely not a sisterly kiss.
I held that kiss for a very long time before I let him
go and said, "Jesus I don't deserve you. Brad, those
other men, they are why I need you. I want you to love
me and I want you to need me. I want to make love to
you and I know that is wrong but I don't care. When I
am through with all the bad things he makes me do
during the day I want someone to make me feel like a
good person again. You can make me feel good about
myself after he drags me through the slime. I'm going
to need that. And if you call me a cunt again I'll bite
your cock off!"
We looked into each other's eyes and I prayed that
someday I would see that same look of love in the eyes
of a boy that I loved half as much as I loved Brad. I
know that what we were doing was wrong. But it felt so
good and I needed that. I knew that it was important to
keep this thing in perspective. I felt good in his arms
but I had to remember that it would be more exciting if
I was lying in bed with Casey Jordan, the guy I had a
crush on. I just knew that if we were careful that no
one got hurt then it would be okay.
We kissed again and I slowly worked my hand back down
into his shorts. I was holding his cock gently and he
had worked his hand under my top and was teasing my
breast. We were exchanging small, light, tender kisses
and getting more and more turned on.
Brad leaned down and kissed my neck. I was surprised at
how exciting thatt was. I moaned in pleasure and I
noticed that my voice was low and kind of throaty when
I said, "Oooh, that feels nice!"
He teased my neck with his tongue and said, "And you
taste good."
We lay there like that for a long time, kissing and
touching. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and said,
"Let's get out of these damned clothes!"
We were both reluctant to stop what we were doing but I
wanted his cock in me. We finally let each other go and
got up. We watched each other as we quickly tore our
clothes off. We came together again by the side of the
bed and hugged and kissed before he picked me up and
dropped me on the bed.
I thought that he was going to get on top of me. I
thought that I was finally going to feel his nice cock
inside of me. But he was much too big a tease to let me
off that easy. I tried to tell him I was ready but he
just smiled his devilish little smile and forced my
legs apart. He got down between my thighs and I felt
his hot breath on my pussy. He licked around my pussy
without ever touching my slit and I wanted to scream at
him to stop teasing me.
He looked up at me and said, "So, no limits tonight.
This time the hole is open for business. I can stick my
finger or my tongue in there and play with your pussy
to my heart's content, right?"
I moaned and said, "I think I hate you!"
He laughed and started kissing my slit and then I felt
his tongue worming its way inside of me and all was
forgiven. Sean had eaten me out earlier but there was
no comparison. Sean was eating my pussy to torment me,
to humiliate me. Brad was doing it because he loved me
and he loved to please me. That made all the difference
in the world.
Soon I was gripping his hair and biting my lip to keep
from screaming and I was grinding my pussy against his
face. I was totally out of control and I was having one
earth shaking orgasm after another.
I thought that it couldn't be possible to have this
many orgasms and then I thought that it couldn't be
possible to have this many orgasms without going crazy.
And just when I was sure that I was going to go crazy
from one orgasm after another he stopped and crawled up
over me.
It was like I was seeing the world through a red haze
of lust. Everything was about sex and everything about
sex was wonderful! I don't even remember why I did it
or where the idea came from but somehow I found myself
licking his face clean and being excited by what I was
doing. Half of his face was covered with my pussy juice
and the smell and the taste were so fucking exciting.
While I was doing that I reached down and grabbed his
hard cock and lined it up with my pussy. He started
working it in to me and then he stopped and I opened my
eyes to see what was wrong.
I saw the look of concern on his face and he asked, "I
forgot, you were a virgin this morning. Are you sure
you're okay?"
Isn't he sweet?
I smiled and said, "I'm fine Brad. It was just a little
twinge and then it was gone. I didn't even have to go
to the emergency room!"
He smiled and said, "Cunt!"
We both chuckled and then we started fucking like
crazy. As soon as we started I knew why there was a
population problem on this planet. It was fantastic! My
pussy had been the center of a lot of attention lately
but not like this. Brad's wonderful cock plunged into
me and I heard him moaning with pleasure. I felt his
pleasure, his excitement and it doubled my pleasure. It
tripled it! I found myself biting down on his shoulder
to keep from crying out and bringing my parents running
to my room to find out why I was screaming.
I knew that I had to be hurting him but he reached
around me and held me tight and whispered, "Oh god yes.
I love you so much! I've never felt anything so
wonderful! Oh god Lisa! Fuck me!"
I started cumming again and somehow my arms and my legs
had gotten wrapped around my baby brother and suddenly
I became aware of all of the noise we were making. The
headboard wasn't hitting the wall and the springs
weren't squeaking but the sound of us thrashing around
on my bed was loud, loud enough that I became aware of
it. And I didn't fucking care.
We finally came, both of us gasping for air and
struggling not to cry out. We both were limp as rag
dolls and couldn't move for a moment when it was over.
He was on top of me and it was a little hard to breathe
but I held him there. I loved having him on top of me.
It was so warm and I felt so safe and protected. He was
between me and the world and there was never any doubt
that he honestly cared about me.
He kissed me and rolled off of me and we both saw the
motion at my bedroom door at the same moment. Our heads
spun around to see how much trouble we were in. We were
shocked to see my mother's head peeking in. When she
saw that she had our attention she smiled and said,
"You should do that on the rug from now on kids. Your
father sent me up to see what was going on. He thought
you were fighting."
She grinned and said, "Stop your fighting kids."
She closed the door and I turned to see a look on
Brad's face that I'm not sure I can even break down.
First I had to stop laughing. When I managed to control
my laughter I found that I had a whole new opinion of
my mother after what she had just done. I would have to
give her a big hug the next time I saw her.
But first it looked like I was going to have to give my
brother CPR. I got up and sat on his stomach and I
said, "I guess we should stop fighting."
Brad couldn't speak for a moment. When he finally could
he whispered, "Oh my god! My mother saw me fucking my
sister!"
It took Brad a few minutes to calm down. I stretched
out beside him and nestled up to him. I kissed his
chest and then rested my head on his shoulder. We just
enjoyed being close for a few minutes and then I said,
"That was nice Brad. Thank you."
He kissed the top of my head and said, "Yeah, it was a
hell of a sacrifice. Sometimes a guy has to do what a
guy has to do."
I bit his tit and asked, "Does that mean I won't have
pay you to get you to do it again?"
He chuckled and said, "We'll see. I might need money
for a movie."
We just held each other a little longer and then he
asked, "Are you going back tomorrow?"
I replied, "I didn't realize until you asked that he
didn't order us to return. I don't know. Maybe mom
knows. He might have said something to her. Why do you
ask? Remember, you promised to stay out of this."
He nuzzled my hair and quietly responded, "I'll be
good. I won't get involved unless you want me to. I'm
just concerned. I'm not going to go busting in with my
air rifle blazing."
I guess I was a little too comfortable. I fell asleep
in his arms! I woke up at six the next morning and Brad
was still asleep and still holding me in his arms. I
heard my father moving around and getting ready for
work. I didn't even notice at first that someone had
come in during the night and put a blanket over us. Mom
must really be going through some changes.
I tried to get up without waking my brother. I really
had to pee bad. My movement woke him though and he sat
up suddenly. He looked down and asked, "I don't suppose
you got up and got a blanket out last night and covered
us up?"
I grinned and said, "Nope."
I put my robe on and hurried to the bathroom. I went to
the toilet and brushed my teeth and then went back to
my room. Brad had put his clothes back on and as soon
as I came in he went to the bathroom.
I was pleased when he came back after he was done and
closed my door. He looked at me and asked, "Do you want
me to leave you alone now?"
I smiled and shook my head. We got back in bed with our
clothes on and at first we just lay on our sides and
looked at each other. But soon I realized that being
with him like this was fun, exciting, and I wanted to
do more. I reached down and cupped my hand over his
crotch and said, "Would you mind a good morning
blowjob? I was probably only kidding about biting your
cock off for calling me a cunt."
He laughed and responded, "What the hell, I've always
been a gambler."
I started to fumble with his belt but he stood up and
quickly removed his clothes. He got back in bed beside
me and as I kissed my way down his body he asked, "Do
you like doing that, sucking my cock? It's pretty nasty
isn't it?"
I stopped with the tip of his cock resting against my
lips and looked up over it at his face. I kissed it a
couple of times and I said, "Yeah, it's kind of nasty.
But it's exciting too. I have only done it all the way
one time. That was last night with you. I like sucking
your cock more than the other two cocks I've had to
suck. If it were up to me I'd add a little vanilla to
cum. It is a little too bitter to taste good. But to be
honest, it turns me on to suck your cock and see how
excited you get and when you cum in my mouth. I think
that the fact that it is such a nasty thing to do is
what makes my pussy so wet. I think that what I get out
of it is the same thing that you get out of eating my
pussy. You liked doing that didn't you?"
He responded with a rousing, "Oh yeah! I have a new
favorite food!"
I kissed his cock again and said, "Pervert!"
He smiled and said, "Thank you for noticing."
I asked, "Are you going to call me cunt again?" Then I
opened my mouth and held his cock in my teeth, applying
just enough pressure to get his attention.
He laughed and answered, "Probably. But not when you
have my cock in your mouth."
I gave his cock a little suck and then I moved down and
started licking his balls. I figured if it was
something that Sean enjoyed then Brad would probably
like it too. I was right. He tensed up and exclaimed,
"Oh shit! Fuck! That's fantastic!"
I just kept doing it. I was really enjoying watching
him sort of twist and turn on the end of my tongue. It
was like I had so much power over him. It was very
exciting.
I teased his balls for a long time. When it seemed like
he was getting used to it I figured that it was time to
move on. I licked my way up the shaft of his cock. I
had watched it throbbing in response to what I was
doing to his balls. The top of it was covered in that
clear fluid that comes out when he gets excited. I
lapped that up easily. I thought that it was too bad
that cum isn't that easy on the palate, but I was
getting used to the taste of cum. I wasn't afraid of it
anymore.
I started sucking Brad's cock and using my hand on the
lower half that didn't fit in my mouth. Brad was
moaning and groaning and his body shivered in pleasure.
I had been telling him the absolute truth a few minutes
ago. This was really turning me on. I am a cocksucker!
And I like being a cocksucker! Far fucking out!
Brad lasted a lot longer this time. He was taking
longer to reach orgasm every time we had sex. But I
didn't mind. In fact, I was in no hurry for this to be
over at all. I was having nearly as much fun as he was.
As I sucked him I was grinding my mound into my
mattress. It felt good but I had a flashback to
yesterday when my mother described how she read those
magazines she had found while laying in bed and
grinding her crotch into her mattress. I knew just how
she felt!
I thought that I liked my mother a lot better as a
kinky slut. I liked it that she warned us to keep the
noise down when we fucked and she covered up our naked
bodies as we slept together at night. I realized that
my mother and I had never been closer than we had
become since Sean started blackmailing us. I was also
aware that one reason for that was that she was being
honest with me and with herself about who she was for
the first time in my life.
I was distracted then when Brad's cock exploded in my
mouth. I milked his cock into my mouth with my hand and
then, after swallowing easily I held his cock in my
mouth until it was a soft, warm lovable tube of flesh.
He tried to pull me up beside him so that he could
return the favor but I said, "No, not now Brad. Let me
hold it in my mouth for a while. You can owe me one. I
like lying like this with your cock in mouth."
I did too. It was very pleasant. I was turned on
because sucking his cock was exciting. But I didn't
want to stop what I was doing. And besides, I realized
that I liked being turned on.
We heard the car outside when dad left for work. It was
earlier than we normally get up during the summer but
we were certainly wide awake. I let his cock slip from
my mouth and said, "Come on. Let's go downstairs. I'll
make you some pancakes."
He got dressed again and I put on a loose pair of
shorts and a t-shirt. While he watched me dress he
asked, "When are you going to give me a fashion show?"
I smiled at him and said, "You want to see your sister
in her new slut clothes?"
He responded, "You bet your ass! When you were telling
me about trying them on in that store yesterday I
almost came in my pants. I can't wait to see them."
To be honest, I was looking forward to showing them to
him. I said, "Later. I'll be happy to reenact the
entire fashion show."
We went downstairs and discovered mom, sitting in her
chair at the table drinking coffee and staring off into
space. Brad was obviously embarrassed. He blushed and
didn't know where to look or what to say.
She looked up at his face and smiled and said, "Oh get
over it! It's just sex for crying out loud!"
Brad's expression didn't change but I loved her new
attitude. I went over and put my arms around her and
kissed her hard. Then I rested my cheek on the top of
her head and said, "I love the new you, mom. I have
never felt closer to you and I have never loved you as
much as I do right now. I'm sorry I got mad at you."
She squeezed my arm and replied, "You had every right.
I had no business involving you in my warped fantasies.
I promise I'll make that up to you."
I said, "No need. Really mom! I hate our next door
neighbor but I'm almost glad this happened."
Mom tensed up when she realized that I had told Brad.
She gently pulled me around where she could see me and
after glancing at Brad she asked, "Do you think that
was wise?"
I shrugged and said, "I think that it was unavoidable.
Even if he doesn't get sucked into this mess he sees
what is going on around here. He knew that something
was wrong and he was bugging me to tell him. It would
have been worse if he found out on his own."
She looked up at Brad again and asked quietly, "What do
you think of me now Brad?"
He grinned self-consciously and answered, "I love you
mom. And I agree with Lisa, I love the change in you.
I'm having a little trouble getting used to the idea of
what's happening though. Guys don't think of their
parents when they think about sex. It's kind of weird,
you know?"
Mom nodded and smiled understandingly.
Brad added, "But I have learned a lot in the last
twenty-four hours. I've learned a lot about you and
Lisa and about me too. I learned that I really love
blowjobs for instance."
His nervous attempt at humor turned out to be just the
right touch. Mom had been taking a sip of coffee when
he said that and she spit it out all over the table.
All three of us cracked up.
She got up and went over and put her arms around Brad
and said, "Thank you for being so understanding. I'm
not sure if our roles were reversed I would have been
so mature about it. I have a couple of great kids. I'm
so proud of both of you."
I said, "Okay, that's enough mush. We came down so that
I could make him some pancakes and rebuild his strength
after last night. You two are ruining my appetite."
Mom smiled and said, "You two sit down. I'm the chief
cook and bottle washer around here. I'll make
breakfast."
I got a glass of juice for myself and my brother and we
sat at the table and talked with mom while she made
breakfast. At first the conversation was uncomfortable.
Brad had more questions about her childhood and her
fantasies. But before long we were having a frank and
open conversation about sex and fantasies and about the
things that were going on next door. It's too bad that
dad could never be a part of what we had going now. The
three of us had never been so close. Strange
considering what was bringing us together.
I asked mom if Sean had said anything about us having
to go over to his house today and she said that he
hadn't. I asked if we had to wait around for some word
from him and she shrugged and said, "I don't know. I'm
new at this too. Yesterday was the first time that he
didn't tell me what time to come back."
We had a nice breakfast and I cleaned up the table and
the kitchen while mom finished her coffee. I had just
finished up and was starting the dishwasher when the
door opened. We all looked up, startled because our
father was at work and no one else would just come in.
For just a second "home invasion" flashed through my
mind. And in a way it was. Sean was standing just
inside the door.
He saw that he had our attention and he smiled and
said, "I forgot to tell you yesterday. I'll need you
early on Monday. I want you to come over at ten in the
morning. I'll decide what I want you to wear and email
you later. Brad, you are welcome to come and watch."
His eyes moved over us and he got that evil smile of
his on his face and said, "What the hell. That's three
days away. I don't see any sense in not knocking off a
little ass while I'm here. Stand up Jill. Get naked."
My mother blanched but then she said, "Yes master," and
obeyed immediately. She scrambled to her feet and
quickly undressed. Brad had started to leave the room
but Sean said, "Don't leave boy. You should see this.
Look at that woman's body! She is as hot as your foxy
sister. Isn't she? Look at those tits and that smooth
skin. And I have to tell you, her cunt is almost as
tight as your sister was when I popped her cherry
yesterday. I mean it boy. You should try a little of
this."
He turned to mom and sat her up on the table. He pushed
her down on her back and pulled his cock out and rammed
it into her brutally. She grunted from the force but it
was obvious that she was wet and ready. I knew right
away that the idea of being raped in her own kitchen in
front of her children was just the sort of thing that
turned her on.
As he fucked her in front of us he said, "You don't
mind if Brad taps this tight pussy do you Jill?"
Mom groaned and said, "No master."
He grinned down at her and said, "In fact, I think that
you should encourage it. He's already fucking his
sister. He should have something to compare her to. And
an older, more experienced woman such as you can teach
him so much. Yeah, I think I'm going to make that an
order Jill. I want you to fuck your son sometime this
weekend."
He was quiet then and concentrated on what he was doing
until he came inside of her while we watched
uncomfortably from the other side of the room. Before
he pulled his cock out of her he said, "Lisa, get over
here."
I knew before he made his nasty demands what he wanted
me to do. But I just said, "Yes master" and hurried
around the table. He pushed me to my knees and pulled
his slimy cock out of my mother. He turned to face me
and I didn't wait to be told. I sucked his cock clean
and I licked his balls until they too were clean.
When he was satisfied he backed away and guided me
between mom's legs. I saw the shock on Brad's face. But
I saw something else too. His cock was tenting those
shorts he was wearing. I didn't know if it was looking
at mom's naked body, watching them fuck, or watching
what I was being forced to do. But something was
exciting him.
I didn't want to do this. It was the nastiest thing
that I could ever imagine, at least so far. I'm sure
that Sean would come up with nastier things before
long. But I guess if my mother can to it then I can do
it. She was a hell of a lot more uptight than I was.
I leaned forward and began to lick all around her
pussy. When it was clean I started pushing my tongue
inside and scooping out the cum I found in there. Mom's
face was red and at first I thought that she was
embarrassed but not long after I started eating her
pussy she started moaning in pleasure and she had an
orgasm before I finished cleaning her pussy!
Sean was obviously amused and he looked down at her and
said, "What a fucking cunt! You are so wasted on your
pussy husband. If I thought it was possible I'd educate
that dumb fuck."
I finally stood up. Sean was still watching but his
pants were now back in place. I expected him to leave
now that he had gotten his rocks off and given us our
orders. But he had one more plan for me.
He pulled me closer and pulled my t-shirt up over my
tits. He teased my nipples for a minute and then he
said, "You need a little more experience than just me
and your brother, Lisa. Between now and Monday morning
I want you to get together with your brother and his
two buddies. What did you say their names were, Larry
and Gordy, right?"
I nodded but then I remembered he didn't want silent
answers. I said, "Yes master."
He nodded and said, "I want you to spend some time with
them and I want you to fuck them and suck them until
they can't get it up anymore. I want you to do it in
your bedroom, so you might want to do it today. Unless
you think your dad would approve if you had them over
this weekend."
I realized that he was waiting for an answer and I
said, "Yes master."
Brad had been silent since Sean came in. He finally
said, "I can't do anything about you blackmailing my
mother or my sister. But you don't have anything on me
and you can't tell me what to do, me or my friends. I
suggest you get the hell out of my house. And the next
time you burst in here without knocking you might find
yourself dead in the doorway."
I had to admit that I had never been more proud of my
brother than I was at that moment. It took a lot of
guts to stand up to a big man like Sean. I was not
happy about him antagonizing him though. If Sean wanted
to take out his anger at Brad on my mother and me there
was nothing we could do about it.
I was surprised though. Sean actually seemed impressed,
even amused at Brad's response. He stared at Brad for a
minute and finally he said, "I'm impressed kid. You've
got balls. I like that. I'll make you a deal. You and
your friends have a friendly little orgy with your slut
sister and I won't make her suck off my friend's big
dog on the internet. Your choice."
He turned to leave and he was actually smiling! After
he was gone my mother got off of the table and said,
"I'm sorry that you had to see that Brad."
I laughed and said, "You liar mom! It turned you on
that he raped you in front of us just now! You didn't
fool me!"
Mom smiled and shrugged. Brad was stunned. He stared at
her for a second and then he asked, "For real? That
turned you on?"
Mom sighed and said, "Come on Brad. Lisa told you about
me. We've talked about some of my warped fantasies all
morning."
She looked down at the bulge that was still tenting his
shorts and said, "At some level you seemed to find what
just happened interesting."
Mom had made no attempt to put her clothes back on and
Brad was trying hard not to stare at her naked body. He
wasn't that successful.
Mom smiled at him and said, "Aw what the fuck! Come
here. Let me take care of that for you. My master has
ordered me to have sex with you. We might as well do
something about that uncomfortable lump in your pants."
Brad was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of
having sex with his mother. He found her nudity
exciting. No one could say she didn't have a beautiful
body. But he apparently was not comfortable with the
idea of becoming a mother fucker.
I went over to him. My tits were still out too. I
pulled my shirt off and took him by the hand and pulled
him over to where Sean had just fucked mom on the
table. I started undressing him and mom came closer and
helped me get his clothes off. He was uncomfortable,
especially about mom, but he didn't resist.
When we had him naked, mom looked down and smiled and
said, "Very nice! I saw it soft this morning. It looked
very sexy but I was curious about what it looked like
when it got angry. I'm very impressed Brad. I hope you
get to make a lot of young women very happy with that."
We got him to get up on the table where mom had just
gotten fucked and then mom started sucking his cock
while I sucked his balls. He had just gotten a nice
blowjob upstairs this morning. But even so he freaked
out when the two of us went to work on him. He was
moaning and groaning and swearing and he didn't even
seem to realize that he was squeezing the hell out of
mom's tit. Mom and I gave him our best blowjob and it
was fun, in a very kinky kind of way.
Mom was much better at sucking cocks than I was and I
watched her closely, anxious to learn how to do it
better. I was amazed at how much of his cock she was
able to take into her mouth. One thing was obvious. She
enjoyed sucking a nice cock just as much as I did.
But neither one of us enjoyed it as much as Brad did.
He was soon holding her head in his hand and his ass
came up off the table and he filled her mouth with cum.
She didn't gag at all this time. I guess that, like me,
she found it much easier and much nicer to suck on
Brad's cock than on Sean's. But then, she was more into
that rape and abuse stuff. Maybe not.
Brad was lying on his back on the table breathlessly
when mom straightened up and turned to me and asked,
"What about you dear? Aren't you a little horny?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, but it looks like I'm going to
be the guest of honor at a mini gangbang a little
later. I better save my strength."
The smile left her face and she said, "Oh shit, if
forgot about that."
Brad finally struggled to sit up and then slid off of
the table and slumped into a chair. He stared at the
table and said, "I'll never be able to eat another meal
at this table without thinking about what happed on it
this morning!"
We laughed and agreed that it was going to be hard not
to think of what we had seen and done here this
morning. Then Brad said, "I guess I have no choice but
to invite Larry and Gordy over. But between last night
and this morning I doubt if I'm going to be taking part
in your little orgy."
Mom laughed and said, "Brad, you're fifteen. Fifteen
year old boys get a hard on every four minutes. I don't
think you have to worry about it."
Brad looked up and smiled at mom. He stood up and
hugged her and said, "I love you mom, but this is so
fucking weird!"
She put her arms around him and held him close and
said, "Yes, it is. But it's kind of nice too. Isn't it?
I mean, isn't this better than the way we got along a
week ago. I was always yelling at you. And the worst
part was that I was yelling at you for doing things
that I didn't even think were wrong. And then I hated
myself for being a hypocrite. Yes, I knew I was being a
hypocrite. I thought that it was part of my job of
being a mother. I'm glad that's over. I hated it. I
like this better."
We were quiet for a minute and then she got a worried
look on her face and asked, "You don't suppose I'm
screwing you guys up like I was screwed up do you?"
Brad and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Brad finally said, "A little late to worry about that
now! But no, I know that a lot, most, hell, all of what
we are doing is wrong. At least it is against the rules
that society has laid out for us. But I think we can
keep it in perspective. I love Lisa, but I can
guarantee that I don't want to marry her. Hell, I
wouldn't even take her to the prom! She is hot and I
love fucking her, but I have every intention of
marrying outside of the family gene pool. I promise."
I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek while I
squeezed his cock and I said, "Well said, baby brother.
Well said."
We all grabbed our clothes and went upstairs to take a
shower. Mom saw us going to the bathroom to take a
shower together and said, "Why don't you join me? There
is much more room in our walk-in shower."
I looked at Brad and he shrugged and a few minutes
later we were all soaping each other up and having fun.
By the time the shower was over I was looking forward
to having Larry and Gordy over.
As we were drying off I asked him if his friends were
virgins.
He nodded.
We were quiet again and then I said, "It's going to be
hard for you later, isn't it? I mean knowing that your
friends have fucked your sister, that's going to bother
you isn't it?"
He smiled and replied, "You know, that was the first
thing that I thought about when that asshole told you
to do it. Sorry, but I worried about that before I
worried about how hard it was going to be for you. But
it won't be so bad. They're my best friends and I am
pretty sure that they'll keep their mouths shut about
it. They have never made a secret of the fact that they
think you are hot. Mom doesn't seem upset about it and
you don't seem that upset. So what the hell? Maybe
it'll be fun. They are going to owe me big time after
this!"
I laughed and said, "What do you mean owe you?! I'm the
one that is going to fuck them!"
He laughed and said, "Yeah, but I'm the one that is
going to let them live after they fuck my sister."
I thought that was a good thing. They were too young to
die and I might want to do this again sometime.
I said, "I'm going to my bathroom and dry my hair. Why
don't you call them and invite them over? If I am going
to fuck them until they can't get it up any more I had
better get started."
Before I left Brad said, "He wants us to use your
bedroom. He watches you doesn't he? That's why you left
the blinds open. He ordered you to. He watched you
sucking my cock and he watched me fuck you didn't he?"
I nodded and said, "I'm sorry. He ordered me to. You're
right. Are you mad?"
He said, "After what has happened to me lately?! Are
you kidding? Hell, I owe him!"
Mom popped him in the butt with a towel and said, "Go
get dressed and make a phone call smart ass. We need to
figure out how to break it to your friends that they
are about to get very lucky."
Brad looked at mom curiously and asked, "You don't even
mind, do you?"
She shrugged and answered, "Actually, I'm more than a
little jealous."
I smiled and said, "You could always join us."
Mom said, "I would love to. But I'm afraid it is going
to be hard enough for Brad to deal with his friends
fucking his sister."
Brad said, "You know what I'm having the most trouble
dealing with mom? My uptight, frigid, puritan mother
saying fuck!"
Mom drew herself up and exclaimed, "I was never
frigid!"
Brad shook his head in surrender and said, "I've got to
make a couple of phone calls."
As he walked away he called back over his shoulder,
"Why don't you put on one of your sexy new outfits
Lisa?"
I asked, "With or without the underwear?"
He stopped and turned around and looked at me, trying
to decide. At last he said, "You decide."
I went to my bathroom and dried my hair and brushed my
teeth again. I went to my room and went through my new
outfits, trying to decide which one would have the
biggest effect on my brother's two friends.
The skirts were all about the same, all scandalously
short, which was perfect. I considered the halter tops
and crop tops but ended up going with the sheer blouse.
I knew the guys would like them. When I had tried them
on I had been very self-conscious because they were
almost invisible. It was going to be almost like I was
topless. And as soon as I sat down, or better yet, when
they were following me upstairs they would really get
an eyeful.
I was amazed at my own easy acceptance of this new
lifestyle. I suspected that my mother's attitude had a
lot to do with that. But still, less than twenty-four
hours ago I had been a virgin. Now I was looking
forward to having sex with my brother and his two best
friends. This was a one hundred and eighty degree turn
for me. Not that I hadn't thought about sex before. I
am human. But I had thought about my secret crush
making sweet love to me and living happily ever after.
Not an orgy with two guys I, well, I didn't dislike
them. I really didn't care that much about them one way
or the other.
Now though, I was actually kind of excited about what
was about to happen. The idea of how I was going to
tease them and then let them see me naked and touch me
was turning me on. The prospect of letting them do
anything that they wanted to do to me over and over
until they were completely sated was starting to make
my pussy tingle.
I laughed to myself and thought, "Those two boys are
never going to be the same after today!"
I got dressed and went down to Brad's room. Mom was
there, sitting on his bed with her hand on his thigh
and listening to him talking to one of his friends. It
was obvious that she was excited about what we were
about to do. I kind of felt sorry for her. I knew that
she could picture the excitement those two teenage
virgins would be experiencing shortly and the idea of
it was really turning her on.
Brad hung up the phone and said, "First of all, fuck
you look hot sis!"
I thanked him and he continued, "They'll be here in
about half an hour. They think we are going to play
video games."
I went in and sat by mom and put my arms around her
from behind. I hadn't planned to but my hands cupped
her breasts. I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder
and said, "I'm sorry you can't join in the fun mom. But
I'll leave Brad alone and after his friends leave we'll
make it up to you."
Brad was lying back against his headboard and watching
me tease mom. Her hand was only a fraction of an inch
from his half hard cock. I was the only one with
clothes on. Brad groaned and said, "I think I've
figured out what's going on here. The only possible
answer is that I was run over by a car on the way home
yesterday and I was killed. This is heaven!"
Mom said, "First of all, if you ever say something like
that again I'll kill you! Second, the things we are
doing are most probably not allowed in heaven. Third,
Lisa, get your hands off my tits before I get carried
away. I have to go call the doctor and make an
appointment to get your birth control pills."
Brad got up and got dressed and we went downstairs. I
told him what I had in mind for when his friends
arrived. He liked my idea and we sat around in the
living room anxious for them to get here. While we
waited Brad admired and complimented me again on my
very short skirt and nearly invisible blouse.
I thanked him, but I was more anxious to impress his
friends with my new outfit. I think that we were both
amazed at the change that had come over me, and we were
both enjoying it.
Larry and Gordy finally showed up and I went to let
them in. They started to greet me and suddenly they
both fell silent. They didn't even try not to stare at
my tits. I had to struggle not to laugh out loud. I
didn't want to spoil the mood.
I invited them in and Brad came over and said, "You
guys ready to play?"
I smiled. I didn't doubt for a minute that they were
ready to play. They were still staring at my exposed
tits and had yet to utter a syllable since they saw my
chest.
I preceded them to the stairs and their eyes were glued
to my ass all the way up. I didn't turn around to look
but I could feel it. When we were at the top of the
stairs Brad asked, "Do you guys like Lisa's new
outfit?"
They both nodded enthusiastically, of course.
Brad grinned and said, "She got a bunch of new clothes.
She was going to model them for me later but she
wouldn't mind if you guys watched. Do you want to see
them?"
Larry exclaimed, "Hell yes!"
Gordy just nodded his head eagerly. He had apparently
been struck mute.
Brad turned to me and asked, "You don't mind if the
guys see your new outfits do you Lisa?"
Well after all, it had been my idea. I shrugged as
casually as I could. I was fighting to hide my own
excitement. I said, "I don't mind Brad. I could use
their opinions. Some of the things I bought are kind of
revealing. I'd like to know if they think I should
return them."
Larry and Gordy grinned and Larry said, "Sure, we don't
mind. Do we Gordy?"
Poor Gordy. He just shook his head. He still couldn't
tear his eyes away from my chest. I'd have to keep my
eyes on him. I would hate to give him a heart attack.
They followed me to my room and I invited them to sit
on my bed. Larry and Gordy sat on my bed. Brad pulled
my desk chair out and sat there.
I opened the double doors to my closet. All of the new
clothes were hanging together on my right. Then I went
to my dresser and pulled out the two remaining bathing
suits and my new lingerie. When they saw my new bras
and panties they both turned an even brighter shade of
red.
I acted like the boys weren't even there. I pulled the
new outfits out of the closet and hung them on a hook
on the closet door. I slipped my shoes off and,
standing with my back to the boys I began to unbutton
my blouse just as casually as if I were getting
undressed for bed.
I heard Larry mutter under his breath, "Oh my god! I
don't fucking believe this!"
There was pause and just as I pulled my blouse off
Larry said, "Brad…? Dude! It's your sister?!"
Brad chuckled and said, "Yeah, hot isn't she?"
Larry didn't say another word.
I dropped my blouse on a chair in the corner and
reached behind my back to unbutton the skirt. I noticed
that this time my hands weren't shaking. I was excited,
but now it was the boys that were shaking, with
excitement.
I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then
I bent over, in a ladylike manner of course, and picked
it up. I dropped it on my blouse and started to reach
for another skirt. But I stopped and turned to face
them.
I heard them suck in their breaths. Their eyes were
huge.
I smiled and asked, "Do you guys want to see me try on
the lingerie first? Or would you like me to try the
outer clothes on first and save the underwear for
last?"
The boys looked at each other and then Gordy just
turned back and gaped at me. Larry glanced at the new
lingerie and with a degree of honesty and candor I
didn't think him capable of he responded, "I wouldn't
mind if you stayed just like you are. But I'm curious
about the new outfits. I think we should save the bras
and panties for last though. They can be like desert."
Gordy may have a heart attack yet but it was looking
like Larry was getting into this. Way to go Larry!
I turned to Brad and gave him a wink. Then I turned
back to my closet and started trying on clothes. Some
of the tops were so revealing that they were close to
illegal. The boys seemed to approve of them though. I
tried on a halter top that only barely covered my
nipples and I pulled on one of the skirts. I slipped
into the high heel sandals and turned to face them
again.
I took a couple of steps and stood in front of Larry
and said, "What do you think Larry? Does this look
alright? It isn't indecent is it?"
He grinned and said, "It looks pretty fucking decent to
me!"
I smiled and spread my legs slightly. I had
intentionally worn it a little high on my waist and I
knew that from his position seated in front of me my
pussy was showing. I said, "I can't tell about this
skirt. I know it's pretty short but when I stand up
straight I can't see exactly how short it is. Would you
do me a favor and rest your finger under the hem and
draw a line across my front so I can see where my skirt
ends?"
He glanced at Brad. He seemed nervous and I guess that
he still wasn't convinced that Brad didn't mind what
was happening. Brad smiled and said, "If you don't I
will Larry. Don't be a pussy for Christ's sake. Help
the girl out!"
Larry glanced momentarily at my face and then he looked
down and touched his finger to my hip where my skirt
left off. He slowly drew it all the way across my
front. When his finger reached the top of my slit he
paused and said, "It may be a little short. But I love
the way it looks on you."
Then he finished his imaginary line. I smiled and said,
"You may be right. How about in back, is it too short
there too?"
I turned around slowly and he drew another imaginary
line across the lower portion of my ass cheeks. When he
was done he sighed and said, "No, it isn't bad Lisa. It
looks just fine."
I think I was starting to like Larry.
I thanked him for helping out and turned back around. I
pointed out that the halter top only just covered my
nipple and the material was very thin. I asked him if
he thought it might be offensive.
He smiled and responded, "I'm not offended."
I leaned down and kissed his cheek and said, "Why
Larry! Thank you! That's so sweet."
He blushed again. I hoped that he was saving some blood
flow for his cock.
I turned around and said, "Would you give me hand
Larry? I'd appreciate it if you would untie those
strings on my top."
He reached up instantly and untied the string around my
back. Then he pulled on the string around my neck. I
caught the top as it slid down off of my tits and I
asked, "Thanks Larry, would you mind unfastening my
skirt now. I hate having to do all that stuff behind my
back. I don't know who decided that the fasteners for
girls' clothes should be behind their backs. Guys never
have to reach behind their backs to get undressed. I
always thought that was unfair."
Larry began to fumble with the button and the zipper on
my skirt and as he unfastened them he quietly
responded, "I would be happy to help you undress any
day, Lisa."
I smiled and said, "I'll keep you in mind Larry. Thank
you for the kind offer."
When my skirt came loose he slid it down over my hips
without waiting for me to ask. I felt his hot breath on
my ass as he slowly slid it down. When it was in a
small puddle of cloth around my feet I turned to face
him and held onto his shoulders for support as I slowly
stepped out of it. My pussy was only a foot from his
face and he was staring as if hypnotized.
I smiled at him and asked, "Is that the first pussy you
ever saw, Larry?"
He didn't look up. He continued to stare at my pussy. I
had thought that all boys lied about their sexual
experience but Larry said, "Yes. It's the first one I
have ever seen in real life. It's the most beautiful
thing I ever saw!"
I had planned to try on all of my new clothes but this
was going very well and I was so horny I was about to
explode. If they still wanted a fashion show later I
would gladly give them one. But I decided that it was
time for a change of plans.
I said, "Thank you Larry. That is very kind of you.
Would you like to see it better? Would you like to
touch it?"
He looked at my face quickly, to make sure he wasn't
hearing things I guess. I smiled at him and he said,
"That would be all I need. Just one touch and I can die
happy."
I laughed and said, "One touch may be enough for you
Larry. But I think that I will want more than that. I'm
pretty excited right now. I get turned on when I take
my clothes off in front of boys. But I'm not sure if
just one touch is going to be enough to get me off. You
can try though."
His hand came up and came to rest on my inner thigh. I
spread my legs a little further apart and rested my
hand on his shoulder. I glanced over at Gordy who had a
look of longing on his face that almost made me laugh.
He was so jealous and yet obviously so scared.
I reached over and lifted Gordy's chin so that he was
looking at my face and said, "Don't worry Gordy. You'll
get a turn too."
I don't think he could have looked happier if I handed
him a big bag of money. His face lit up like a
Christmas tree. I patted his cheek and returned my
attention to Larry.
Larry's hand had begun to work its way slowly up my
thigh. His hand was hot and sweaty but he had a gentle
touch and I was getting really turned on. When his
fingers finally reached my moist slit I gasped. It was
my turn to react. Damn that felt good! It's impossible
to describe how exciting it is to be touched by a boy,
especially when it is a brand new sensation. I hope I
never get tired of this!
I let him move his fingers over, around and finally
inside of my pussy which was now so wet it was nearly
dripping out of me. I was getting to the point of
orgasm if he didn't stop, and my knees were getting
very shaky. I stopped him and asked, "Larry, would you
like to do more than touch? I am very turned on right
now and I'd like you to stand up and get undressed. I
think that this would be a good time to get rid of your
virginity. Don't you?"
He stood up and started to whip his shirt off but then
he stopped and asked nervously, "What about your mom?"
I giggled and said, "Maybe some other time. You'll have
to settle for me today."
He rolled his eyes and asked, "What if she comes
upstairs and hears us?"
I got tired of waiting for him and started to help him
undress. I reached out and began to wrestle with his
belt and then I looked up at him and said, "It's okay
Larry. She knows what we are doing. She doesn't mind."
He couldn't have looked more scared if I had pointed a
gun at him. I guess I should have made something up. He
grabbed my hands and exclaimed, "What?! What do you
mean she knows what we are doing? Mothers don't let
boys fuck their daughters! Are you out of your mind?! I
know your mother. She is not real big on sex. I
remember hearing you bitch for half an hour because she
wouldn't let you buy a bikini."
I smiled and began struggling with his pants again. I
said, "She's changed Larry. She's changed a lot. You
saw what I was wearing when you got here. She picked
those clothes out. She picked out those sexy bras and
panties. And wait until you see the new swimming suits
she bought me. You'll shit. Do you want to know what my
mom thinks about me taking three boys to my bedroom to
have sex, Larry? She was sad that she couldn't join us.
She was jealous of all the fun that I am going to have
if I ever get your god damned pants off!"
He stopped fighting me and took his shirt off finally.
But he wasn't convinced. He let me finish opening his
pants and said, "If she comes in here and kills me I'll
never forgive you."
I dropped to my knees to pull Larry's pants down and as
I was sliding them off over his hips I turned to Brad
and said, "Come on Brad, help me out here!"
He laughed and said, "Lisa, I'm not going to help you
undress Larry."
"Ha ha!" I responded sarcastically.
He laughed again and to Larry he said, "It's okay man.
She wasn't kidding. Mom's cool with it."
He paused to consider the best way to say what he
wanted to say and then he continued. "Look man, this is
kind of embarrassing. There have been some changes
around here as you can see. I don't have a problem with
sharing the wealth but you guys have to give me your
word that you'll keep this to yourselves. You're both
smart enough to know what will happen to my reputation
if this shit gets out."
Larry looked at Brad as if he did not believe his ears.
In a quiet voice he asked breathlessly, "Dude! You're
doing it with your sister?!"
I noted that his voice registered awe and envy, not
disgust or disbelief. Brad heard that too and I saw
that he was relieved.
Gordy had yet to be heard from however. I stopped
messing with Larry's pants and turned to look at Gordy.
I was surprised to see the huge smile on his face. He
had seemed kind of out of it.
He saw me looking at him and he slowly shook his head
in disbelief. There was a long pause and then he
finally spoke. It was the first time I remembered him
speaking since they had arrived. He said, "Kiss my ass.
Brad you are the luckiest son of a bitch in the fucking
world. I'd give my left nut if my sister was like
yours. Or my mom! Christ! If my mother thought that I
was even aware that my sister had a pussy she'd kick me
out of the house!"
I laughed and asked, "So you are cool with this? What
happens in this house stays in this house?"
Gordy answered, "I can't believe I'm going to get to
have sex with you Lisa. I have had the hots for you
since the first time I saw you. And you didn't even
have tits then! I swear I would never do anything to
make your life harder or to get my best friend in
trouble. I think this is the hottest thing I ever heard
of. Trust me. I'm not even going to tell Larry what I
see here!"
I smiled and said, "I'm going to take special care of
you Gordy."
I turned back to finish undressing Larry. As I did I
saw movement in the window in Sean's house. I hoped he
was just watching and not filming or broadcasting what
we were doing on the internet.
I grasped Larry's pants but before I started pulling
them down I asked, "Have we sufficiently reassured you
Larry? You know that I am having sex with my brother.
You know that my mother is, at the very least, aware of
it. Do you have any other questions or would you like
me to pull your pants down and suck your cock now?"
I probably should have phrased that differently.
Larry looked at me funny and asked, "At the very
least?"
I glanced at Brad. He rolled his eyes and said, "All
this just started Larry, just in the last couple of
days. This morning I had sex with my mom too."
Larry and Gordy were looking at Brad like he had just
admitted that he was Charles Manson. Or Brad Pitt. Or
god. I'm not sure which. But I figured there was one
sure way to distract them. I pulled Larry's pants and
underwear down to his feet and wrestled them and his
shoes off at the same time while he held onto my
shoulders for balance. I shoved the whole mess under my
bed and looked at his cock. It had been hard a couple
of minutes ago but all the talking, and all of the
surprises had sent his little corpuscles scurrying for
cover.
I pushed him back down on the bed and spread his legs
wide apart. He leaned back on his elbows to watch me
and soon the blood was returning to his cock. I put my
hand around his shaft and he groaned in pleasure at the
touch of a girl's hand on it. It became instantly hard
again when I touched it.
I turned to Gordy and said, "Gordy, I like sucking
cocks. But I have found that it is a lot more exciting
if a guy is touching me. You know, feeling my tits and
playing with my pussy. It gets me all hot and when I'm
hot I really, really like sucking cocks. Would you
mind?"
He smiled at me and said, "Lisa, will you marry me?"
I laughed and said, "Maybe later Gordy."
I bent down and started kissing and licking Larry's
cock and balls. In seconds Gordy was beside me on the
floor and his hot, sweaty hands were all over me. It
was kind of sweet, in a clammy sort of way. He wasn't
very good at it but his excitement was one hell of a
turn on.
I started sucking slowly and gently on Larry's cock. I
didn't want it to be over too quickly. I pretty much
ignored what Gordy was doing. I mean it was neat that
he was going nuts over my body but his unskilled touch
wasn't all that exciting.
I heard Brad get up and whisper, "I'll be right back."
He went out and closed the door and in about two
minutes he was back. I heard Larry and Gordy both gasp
loudly when he returned. He shut the door and said,
"You guys just ignore us. I didn't have anything to do
with my hands and I knew mom would get a kick out of
this."
I almost choked on Larry's cock when I realized that
Brad had come back with mom. I had to fight not to
laugh out loud at their shock. Larry's cock started to
deflate but it quickly reversed directions as I
ministered to it.
I looked up and saw Larry staring at Brad and my mom. I
heard the familiar sound of clothing being removed and
then Brad sat back down. Soon my mother was in his lap
and before long I could hear her breathing getting
louder and an occasional sensuous moan escape her lips.
I wasn't paying that much attention though. I was
enjoying Larry's nice cock. It was a little smaller
than Brad's but it was nice and smooth and it was
quivering with excitement. I had stopped using my hand
on it. His excitement had been building too quickly and
I wanted this to last for a while. But after about four
or five minutes I knew he was about to lose it. I
reached up and cupped his balls and teased them and
Larry fell back on my mattress and screamed, "OH
SHIT!!!!!"
I felt my mouth start to fill up and I flashed back to
the first time I got Brad off. He must have shot a half
a cup of cum. Larry turned out to be nearly as
prolific. I had to swallow twice before he started
slowing down. I had to swallow again before he finally
stopped.
I held his cock and the last of his cum in my mouth
until he was almost soft and then I carefully let his
cock slip from between my lips and swallowed his cum. I
sat up on my heels and looked at him. He seemed
catatonic. He was staring at the ceiling and breathing
hard still.
He finally caught his breath and struggled to get back
up on his elbows. He looked over at my mother and I
looked over to see her sitting on Brad's lap. They were
both naked and they were kissing. Brad's finger was
inside of her and his thumb looked like it was teasing
her clit. The excitement she was experiencing was
obvious. I knew that it excited her to be treated that
way in front of Brad's friends. She liked the idea of
being forced to show off and perform. I was starting to
have a greater appreciation for her fantasies.
I turned to Gordy and suggested, "Why don't you guys
switch places? I'll suck your cock and then when we are
done Larry can fuck me. Okay?"
Larry sat up and said, "Or, you can suck Gordy's cock
while I fuck you. Would you like to try that?"
I replied, "That sounds like fun Larry. How do you guys
want to do this?"
I let Larry take over. He got Gordy to stand up and
undress. Gordy was very shy and it was kind of cute.
But he had nothing to be shy about. He was a little
pudgy but he had the biggest cock of the three boys.
His cock was already hard and it was a little longer
than Brad's. But it was much fatter. It was almost as
fat as Sean's. It really surprised me.
Once I had helped Gordy undress, Larry made him sit on
my bed and lean back against the headboard. He ordered
me to kneel on my bed between Gordy's legs and start
sucking. I took note of the fact that Larry had begun
ordering me and Gordy both around. But I didn't say
anything. It was kind of amusing.
When I had my face in Gordy's crotch Larry got up
behind me. He was already nearly hard again. He rested
his cock in the crack of my ass and slowly slid it up
and down in the tight crevice between my ass cheeks.
I was a little nervous about his cock in such close
proximity to my asshole but once he was hard he
repositioned me and pushed down on my back. He lined
his cock up and slowly started pushing it into my very
wet, very ready pussy.
It was probably more exciting for him, since it was his
first time. But not by much, it felt fantastic! I
smiled and thought, "Sean may not realize it but this
was a great idea." I know that he only did it to
humiliate us, to punish us. But so far his two
punishments have been really fun. His first punishment
was for me to have sex with my brother. That had worked
out great too.
Gordy enjoyed his first blowjob a little too much.
Before Larry had his cock all the way in my pussy Gordy
had his first orgasm. It was surprising for two
reasons. I wasn't ready for it. He exploded in less
than a minute and there was no warning. He had acted
like he was having an orgasm from the moment my lips
touched him. But the really amazing thing was the
taste. I was new at this too, of course. I hadn't
tasted that many men yet. But there were certain
characteristics which I had assumed were universal.
I was wrong! Gordy's cum was not bitter in the least.
It was so mild tasting that I didn't realize at first
he was cumming. It didn't have that bleachy taste
either. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was delicious
but it wasn't at all unpleasant.
I held his cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum.
I was surprised again when his cock stayed rock hard. I
wasn't ready for this to end and apparently he wasn't
either. I gave him a minute to catch his breath and
calm down a little and then I started sucking his cock
again.
It was a little difficult to know where to focus my
attention. I was enjoying sucking on Gordy's nice, fat
cock. I was also enjoying Larry's first clumsy fuck. He
was too excited and at first he kept overestimating the
length of his cock I guess. He fell out several times.
It was getting kind of annoying until he finally
realized he didn't have a twelve inch cock and
shortened his strokes.
Once Larry got his act together, even though he was
inexperienced, it felt nice having it pumping in and
out of me like that. I was probably paying too much
attention to him and neglecting Gordy but Gordy didn't
seem to mind.
I was enjoying all of the cock but as excited as I was
by what I was doing I knew that Larry wasn't going to
last long enough for me to build to an orgasm. Under
the circumstances though, I couldn't reach back and
play with my clit so that I could come too.
Brad took care of that. He got up and positioned mom
against the side of my bed and entered her from behind.
As soon as Brad started fucking her she reached under
me and started teasing my pussy with one hand and one
of my nipples with the other. Now that is the way to
fuck! It was like my whole body was being stimulated. I
had two cocks inside of me and my pussy and my tit
being simultaneously stimulated by mom's knowing hands
and my increasingly dirty mind was imagining thousands
of men watching us on the internet.
Although yesterday I had been appalled at the idea of
all those geeks and freaks watching me lose my
virginity on the internet, for some reason as I
imagined them watching me now I was incredibly excited
and much to my surprise I came before anyone else!
When I started to cum my pussy clamped down on Larry's
cock and it was all over for him too. Gordy was forced
to wait. I was suddenly focused entirely on my own
orgasm and he got short changed for a couple of
minutes.
Once I was recovered sufficiently from my own orgasm I
once more gave Gordy my undivided attention and he
quickly paid me back with another mouthful of his mild
flavored cum.
After everyone had cum we were all just kind of
scattered around in a weird looking naked pile of human
bodies. No one spoke for a couple of minutes but no one
seemed uncomfortable or self-conscious any longer.
I saw my mom smiling at me and I thanked her for her
help. Then I said, "Mom, you have to suck Gordy's cock.
He has the most amazing cum! I mean it. It is almost
sweet. Well, maybe not sweet, but when he cums in your
mouth it's like there is no taste. It isn't bitter or
bleachy or anything. Have you ever tasted a guy's cum
like that?"
She laughed quietly and said, "No dear. I never have."
I asked, "What's so funny?"
She smiled and said, "Can you imagine having this
conversation a few days ago? We are laying around with
three naked boys and discussing the taste of cum. On
Monday you were mad at me because I wouldn't let you
wear a bikini."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, you sure have matured."
Gordy had been listening quietly but now he
interjected, "You really think my cum tastes good?
Cool!"
My head was resting on his thigh only inches from his
soft cock. I spotted a couple of drops of cum that had
escaped from the tip and were puddled on his stomach. I
craned my neck and licked them up and licked the head
of his cock and it quickly started getting hard again.
I said, "Gordy! You still aren't satisfied?"
He grinned and said, "I have been dreaming about having
sex with you since I discovered hard ons. I think I
could do this all day. I still want to fuck you. I want
to feel what it is like to have my dick inside of you.
And I can't believe I am saying this in front of your
mother and your brother! If I wake up and this was all
a dream I'm going to be really pissed."
I said, "It isn't a dream Gordy." Then I took his cock
back in my mouth and teased it with my lips and tongue
until it was hard. Gordy got up and I turned over and
stretched out on my back. My mother guided his cock
into me, which almost freaked him out again. Then he
started fucking me with his nice fat cock while my
mother and Larry each started sucking and nibbling on
one of my nipples.
Brad watched for a few minutes and then he came and
stood by my head and started playing with his cock. He
grinned down at me as he beat his meat right in front
of my face. I looked up at him and he quietly said, "I
see the camera."
The others were too distracted but I knew what he was
talking about. Sean had a camera pointed at us and was
either transmitting our little orgy out over the
internet or recording it for the amusement of whoever
wished to see it later.
I smiled and nodded. At this point I really didn't
care. I was having fun and I figured that it was too
late to worry about someone that I knew seeing me. The
pictures were already out there. Fuck them. If they
liked looking at this sort of thing then let them look.
I didn't mind if I turned the whole damned world on at
the moment.
I was getting close to cumming when Brad shot his cum
all over my face. It was another first for me and I
found it to be very exciting. It felt so hot as it
landed and pooled there. In fact, it put me right over
the edge and I started cumming. That set Gordy off and
he had his first orgasm in a girl's pussy. He had
already cum twice but he had a lot to look at and when
my pussy clamped down on him he cried out and it was
all over for him.
I waited for everyone to melt away afterwards and I
asked Brad for a couple of tissue. He jokingly said,
"No. I like that look on you." At least I think he was
joking.
Mom just smiled and said, "I'll get that baby."
She moved up and licked the cum from my face. The boys
thought that was hot. But then, they seemed to think
everything was hot.
The guys hung around almost all day. They each had sex
with mom and they each had sex with me one more time.
It wasn't a constant orgy. We stopped for lunch and we
even played video games in the nude for a little while,
but not for long. We couldn't get near a guy without
being fondled and groped. It was great!
By the time the day was over we were exhausted. We
agreed to do it again though. It had been a lot of fun
and by the end of the day the guys were getting pretty
good at it. We couldn't tell them when we could
reconvene though. Our schedules were being set by our
new neighbor.
The guys left when it was time to start supper. Mom and
Brad and I took another long shower in mom's big walk
in shower. Then we got dressed for the first time since
shortly after Larry and Gordy arrived and tried to act
normal.
Mom was cooking and I was peeling potatoes and Brad had
volunteered to mix a salad. The room was quiet. We all
seemed to be lost in our thoughts until Brad asked,
"Mom, whatever happened to that box of magazines?"
She turned around and looked at him and thought for a
few moments. Then she answered, "I don't know! My dad
moved it and I never found it again. I don't know if he
got rid of them or just hid them better. When my
parents sold their home and moved into a condo they put
a bunch of stuff in storage. We haven't even gone
through most of it since mom died. I wonder if they
could be there."
Dad came home and we had supper. I don't think that I
had ever realized how little dad spoke or interacted
with my brother and me before now, or my mother either
now that I think about it. He only seemed to speak to
us if he wanted something or if we were doing something
that he didn't like. He didn't ask about our day. Not
just now that summer was here and school was out
either. I couldn't remember the last time he had asked
me about my day. When school was in session he didn't
ask what we were studying or how we were doing. He had
no idea what subjects were of interest to us and which
subjects we hated.
If Brad had a ball game he might ask later if he had
won or lost, if it occurred to him. He never attended a
game. If he had a problem with the way the yard work
was done he would say something. Other than that he
didn't talk to us. He didn't want to be disturbed when
he was reading the paper and if we tried to talk while
he was watching TV he shushed us and told us to wait
for a commercial.
I'm not sure why I had never noticed that before. I
guess that was part of the reason that Brad and I had
grown up so independent. And that was probably why we
had now grown so close all of a sudden. We had
discovered how wonderful it was to be loved and receive
affection from another human being.
We went to our own bedrooms that night. But I was lying
in bed in the dark for a long time and I realized that
I wanted to be held. I had come to miss that after only
one night.
I got up and went next door to Brad's room. I was
afraid that he might be asleep already. If he was I was
going to go back to my room. I opened his door quietly
and stepped in. I was naked but I wasn't worried about
getting caught. There wasn't a chance in hell of my dad
getting out of bed and seeing me.
I closed Brad's door and leaned against it in the dark.
He was breathing quietly and at first I didn't know if
he was asleep. Then I heard his soft voice. "I couldn't
sleep either," he said.
He threw his covers back and I was surprised at how
excited I was that he was welcoming me into his bed.
I climbed in with my back to him and he covered me up.
He wrapped his arms around me and his hand cupped my
breast gently. We didn't have sex. We just enjoyed
being together. I can't describe how nice it was to be
held like that. I had never realized until just the
last few days what a cold, undemonstrative family we
were. Now that I had discovered affection I loved it. I
craved it.
I heard the change in his breathing when he went to
sleep. I lay there in his arms and listened to his
steady breathing and I smelled the clean, masculine
smell of him in the sheets and on the pillowcase. I
felt his warm, firm body pressing against me and his
arms protecting me from the world and I was astonished
when I realized that I was crying. At first I was
confused. But in an instant I realized what it was.
They were tears of happiness!
That was totally weird. I was being blackmailed and
raped by our new neighbor and his friends. I hated him
and I hated what he was making me do. And yet I had
never been happier in my life! I had never felt so much
love. As much as I hated Sean I was grateful to him for
this and for my new relationship with my mother.
I finally drifted off to sleep. I awoke in the morning,
fully rested and still in the arms of my big little
brother. I felt his cock pressing against me. It was
hard now and I thought that he was awake and thinking
about me.
He may have been dreaming about me, but he wasn't
awake. I turned over onto my back gently and my
movement woke him. He grinned and said good morning.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hard
on and smiled. I said, "Does this mean you are glad I'm
here?"
He laughed quietly and said, "I am more than glad that
you are here. But I'm sorry to disappoint you. That
means I have to get up or I'm going to piss all over
you."
I said, "I thought that piss hard on stuff was just a
joke."
He smiled and said, "I wish! I can think of a lot
better things to do with it than go running to the
bathroom. But you'll have to take my word for it Lisa.
That first hard on in the morning is one you don't want
to fool with. Not unless you're feeling really kinky."
I laughed and said, "Not that kinky!"
He got up and put his shorts on and hurried out of the
room. He had only been gone for a few seconds when mom
came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her
hand over my hair and smiled affectionately and said,
"I love it that you two are so close now. I envy you
your relationship with your brother. But be careful.
Your dad would either die or kill both of you if he
knew what was going on between you."
I sat up and hugged her and said, "I'm trying to be
careful. We didn't do anything last night. I just
wanted to be held. But we are aware of what would
happen if he found us. We'll be careful."
She started to get up and I pulled her back down. She
looked at me to see what was wrong and I said, "Mom,
I'm not sure how I feel about what is happening next
door. I know that you have mixed emotions about it. I
understand that. But I wanted you to know that I'm kind
of glad it happened. I have never felt so close to you,
I've never felt so much love for you as I do now. I
wanted you to know that I love you very much."
She hugged me and gave me a big kiss and when she let
me go there were tears in her eyes. I smiled and wiped
away a tear. I said, "I know how you feel. After Brad
went to sleep last night I lay there in his arms and I
was crying. I always thought 'tears of happiness' were
a crock of shit. But they aren't! Love can make you so
happy you can't stand it. Isn't it wonderful?"
Brad came back in then and mom stood up and gave him a
hug and a big kiss. Then she asked, "Do you kids want
to drive over to the place where I have my parents
stuff in storage and scrounge around? I couldn't go
through it all when they died. I felt like I was
invading their privacy. Now I'm curious."
Brad and I were both curious too. We nodded and I got
out of bed. I asked where dad was. When I was informed
that he was downstairs I went to my room and went about
having a normal morning in my father's home.
After breakfast Brad mowed the yard. Dad did the edging
and weed eating so he could get done faster and the
three of us could drive out to the storage place. Dad
wasn't interested and we were glad of it. Besides,
there was a ball game on and that was more important
than family.
The stuff that had been packed away after mom's parents
died was in a storage unit the size of a two car
garage. We signed in at the office and found the unit.
Mom unlocked the garage door and Brad opened it. The
room was stacked high on both sides with cardboard
boxes. There was a tiny pathway down the middle that
went through to the back of the storage unit. There was
a stack of furniture against both walls but except for
the pathway down the middle the rest of the room was
piled high with cardboard boxes.
Mom looked at it and said, "Most of this is stuff that
I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of. It really
isn't of any value. We should give most of it to the
thrift shop. The boxes towards the back were the things
that my parents already had in storage and I don't know
what's in most of those. I just transferred them here
without even opening them."
We agreed to help her go through this stuff later and
sort it out. But for now we were on a mini scavenger
hunt. We carefully made our way to the back of the unit
and stood in a small cleared space looking at dozens of
boxes. We stood back and let mom point out the boxes
that she wanted to look in. Brad would pull them down
and stand back and let her open them.
A lot of what she found was just junk. There were old
tools and rotten bungee cords and frayed power cords.
If you want to get a good idea of what we found, go out
in your garage and look around. There were even old car
parts. Most of what she found was bound for the dump
once we got a truck or a trailer.
But then, when she was just about to give up, she
opened a box that had been securely sealed with duct
tape. There were a couple of old Popular Mechanics
magazines on top, the magazines under them were what
she had been looking for.
The very first magazine was called "Battle Cry." On the
cover was a trio of Nazis preparing to torture two
attractive, half naked young women. Under that there
were Detective Magazines with young women whose
clothing was torn and tattered and they were all about
to suffer a horrible death, or a fate worse than death.
Or they already had. These were the magazines that had
shaped my mother's fantasies when she was a young girl.
Brad closed that box and took it out to the car. Then
we looked through a few more boxes. We found more
worthless junk in box after box. But then we got the
shock or our lives. Brad pulled out a box that was
taped up as securely as the one with the magazines had
been. He cut the tape with his pocket knife and mom
slowly opened it. She looked a little nervous and when
she got the box open it turned out she was justified.
At first we didn't know what we were looking at. We had
to start disentangling things before it became obvious.
There was a huge assortment of leather restraints of
all sorts. There were devices that appeared to be in
the same vein as the restraints but we weren't really
sure what they were for. We found several whips and
riding crops and even a small cat-o-nine-tails. We had
never seen one before of course, but I think we all
recognized it from the descriptive name.
There were blindfolds and pieces of chain and rope and
wicked looked clamps. Apparently grandma and grandpa
had been into S&M in a big way!
Mom said, "We can't leave that in here. Take it to the
car Brad. God, what if someone found that?!"
We narrowed our search after that find. We started
looking for boxes that were sealed especially well with
duct tape out the ass. Once we had refined our search
parameters things went much more quickly. We found
three more boxes that had been given extra care and
sealed securely.
The first box really piqued our interest. It was a
large box completely filled with VCR tapes. They had
been in here a long time, almost three years. This was
not one of those temperature and humidity controlled
storage units. We didn't have high hopes for the tapes.
But it didn't cost anything to take them home and check
them out.
The next box was an assortment of leather clothing. It
ran the entire gamut from underwear to masks and gloves
of all descriptions. We went through the things on top
and they all seemed to be intended for a male, though
it was a little hard to tell.
The third and final box was a selection of leather gear
that was more obviously intended for a female. The cut
outs on a large number of the outfits made that
obvious. These three boxes all went in the car as well.
We did a cursory search of the remaining boxes and
found nothing more of interest. We made our way out to
the car and locked the door again. We were all drenched
in sweat. It had been hotter than hell in there.
We were glad to get in the car and crank the air
conditioner up. Mom drove back to the office and signed
us out. Then we headed home. Brad had put the box of
tapes in the back seat and he was looking through them
for labels or anything that might give us an idea what
they contained. We had an idea. They had been sealed
securely like the S&M gear. We took that as a hint.
When we got home dad was in the den watching baseball.
We had no trouble sneaking the boxes up to Brad's room.
We decided that we were all too nasty to wait and we
split up and took showers. I managed to beat Brad to
the bathroom. We were tempted to take a shower
together. The odds of dad catching us were just about
nil. I was willing to chance it but Brad decided that
he was too young to die.
I took a quick shower and put on a pair of light shorts
and a thin t-shirt. I went in to mom's room and waited
while she dressed. I could tell that she was nervous
and excited all at the same time. She had already
learned more about her parents than I think she wanted
to know. They had obviously not been the people that
she thought they were. She watched me watching her and
she smiled when she was dressed and said, "I almost had
an orgasm when we found those magazines. But I am
scared to death of what we might find on those tapes."
I smiled and said, "You might learn the things about
your mother that I learned about mine. I suspect that
you are better equipped to handle that information than
I was."
She gave me a curious look and said, "You know, you're
right!"
She was thoughtful for a moment and then she said, "It
must have been pretty hard to get used to what you have
learned about me. I never thought about what it would
be like for you. I'm sorry Lisa."
I shrugged and said, "You are who you were raised to
be, same as me."
She said, "That's why I'm sorry. Why do you think I
wouldn't let you buy a bikini? I intended to raise you
right. No kink, no S&M, and no chains and whips. I'm
sorry."
I went over and hugged her and said, "You aren't
blackmailing me, Sean is. And I don't like everything
that has happened so far, but I have to be honest. I
like a hell of a lot of it. I had a ball yesterday and
I love my new relationship with you and with Brad. It
kind of makes me wish that dad didn't have a big stick
up his ass. Not that I want to have sex with him, but
it would be nice to be as close to him as I am to you
and my brother."
Mom shuddered and said, "Ain't gonna happen. If he knew
what was going on in this house we would be out of here
so fast he'd break the sound barrier."
We figured Brad had enough time to shower and dress. We
went down to his room and found him in a pair of gym
shorts. He had spread out most of the leather gear from
the box of female stuff on his bed and his desk. We
looked it over and one thing was immediately obvious.
This stuff had seen a lot of use. There were scuffs and
scars and sweat stains and other stains we didn't try
too hard to identify.
I held several of the garments up against my body to
get an idea of how they were worn and what they would
look like. There was some pretty interesting stuff.
These would get a lot of attention if I wore them to
school!
We finished looking that stuff over and put it back in
the box. Then he turned on his TV and put one of the
tapes in the VCR. The screen stayed black for a long
time and we figured that either it was a blank tape or
it had been so degraded by the heat and humidity and
age that it wasn't playable.
Brad was just about to turn it off when the screen
flickered and our education began. Brad had chosen the
tape with number one on the label. It was old. It had
obviously been transferred to tape from some other
format, something that had been intended to be
projected on a screen.
It flickered and jumped a bit and it was in black and
white. But it was watchable and the characters were
recognizable. They were my mother's parents when they
were in their mid twenties. But that wasn't the part
that grabbed your attention. They were both naked and
grandma was tied up and looking very uncomfortable.
We watched in shock as grandpa walked around her and
tapped her on tender areas of her body with a riding
crop. Maybe tapped is the wrong word. He hit her hard
enough that we heard the snap as it struck her flesh.
He hit her ass and her tits and her thighs.
It was hard to tell because of the way she was tied up,
but it looked like she had a very sexy body.
We had been watching for several minutes before Brad
said, "I wonder who is holding the camera?"
I hadn't even noticed that the camera was following
grandpa around and panning in and out! The mild
whipping continued for several minutes. Then came
another shock. Two large men came into view and lifted
grandma, untied her and fastened her to a large frame
in the standing position. It feels a little weird
referring to that sexy young woman as grandma.
I glanced at mom and she looked like she had a fever.
Her forehead was sweaty and her eyes looked glazed
over. She was getting off on this! We had only watched
three or four minutes of it and it looked like she was
about to have an orgasm!
Brad had noticed too. He moved over and sat behind her
on the bed. He leaned down and kissed the back of her
neck and his hands went around her and lifted her top.
She moaned as his hands cupped her tits but other than
that she ignored him and stared at the TV. But Brad
apparently didn't want to be ignored. He snared her
engorged nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers
and began to squeeze so hard that it hurt me to watch.
As he squeezed he leaned forward again and this time he
didn't kiss her neck. He bit it. He bit it hard and he
squeezed her nipples so hard that it looked like they
were going to pop. It must have hurt like hell!
It was a good thing that I was standing so close to
them. I could see it coming. I saw the intake of breath
and I just knew that she was going to scream. I quickly
clapped my hand over her mouth and she screamed long
and loud before she shuddered as her lust overtook her
and she passed out.
She went limp in Brad's arms and her head lolled
around. Her mouth hung open and drool was running down
and dripping off of her chin. Brad got scared but I was
pretty sure she was okay. She had just had a super-
orgasm.
Brad scooted back and let her recline on her back. I
watched her as consciousness returned and I had to
admit I was more than a little jealous. In a short time
I had come to really enjoy sex and the wonderful
orgasms that I had had. But I knew that I had never
experienced anything like what I had just seen. It took
her several minutes to recover.
It's a damned good thing that I had been there to hold
my hand over her mouth. If dad had heard her and come
racing up here there would have been no way to explain
all of this.
Mom finally regained her senses and sat up. She looked
at Brad in wonder for a moment and then she whispered,
"Thank you Brad. I am never going to forget that. It
was…"
She couldn't finish. There was no way to describe it.
She looked back at the TV finally and said, "Back it up
a little. I think I missed something."
Brad and I laughed and he backed it up to where she had
lost control.
We were watching those men tormenting our grandmother
when she was in her early twenties for several more
minutes when suddenly mom grabbed the remote from Brad
and shut it off.
She sat up with a stricken look on her face and said,
"Oh my god! What am I doing?! This stuff, these
magazines, these…these fantasies! These are the things
that got me, got us into this mess to start with! I
don't want you kids to be like me!"
I saw how disturbed she was, but I thought that it was
a little late to worry about that at this stage of the
game. I smiled at her and said, "Relax mom. I see your
point. But it's a little too late to worry about it
now. We have already been exposed to it. And for
Christ's sake, I'm living it next door. I understand
that you want to protect us. But this cat is already
out of the bag. You can't put it back. Even if you had
someplace safe to stash all of this stuff and hide it
from us, you can't turn off the internet. And let's
face it. There is no hiding place around this house
that is big enough for all of this stuff that dad
wouldn't run across it. Now give Brad back the remote.
It's a man thing. You know better than to touch a man's
remote."
She laughed and reluctantly admitted, "I guess you're
right Lisa. I can't make you forget about what you
already have been exposed to and I can't protect you
from that pervert next door. I'm sorry. As usual with
me, too little, too late."
She handed the remote back to Brad and said, "I'm sorry
for touching your 'man thing' Brad. Well, I'm sorry for
touching that one anyway. I kind of liked touching the
other one."
Brad smiled and replied, "And I want you to feel free
to touch it whenever the need arises, mom."
He sat back against his headboard and pulled mom in
between his legs so that she was leaning back against
his chest. Then he started the VCR again.
We watched the entire four hour movie. The four hour
video tape had apparently been made from the action
from two different days, or sessions. Sometimes grandpa
was doing things to her and sometimes it was other
people. But it was always her that was in bondage or
being whipped or tortured or fucked violently.
At the end of each session though, when she was
released from her bonds and everyone was sitting around
relaxing over a drink, she was laughing and smiling and
she looked quite content. She looked sore, but happy.
There could be no question, our grandmother was a
masochist. She loved what they did to her.
I looked at the clock when the tape ended and said, "Uh
oh. We had better get downstairs. Supper was supposed
to be an hour ago. Dad will be up here to find out why
someone hasn't fed him."
We all stood up and got ready to go downstairs. Brad
said, "I'll start putting this on DVDs tonight, before
they degrade any further. Then we can destroy these
big, bulky tapes. The DVDs will be a lot easier to
stash."
Mom liked that idea but she asked, "What about that
stuff?"
We looked at the boxes of S&M gear and leather clothing
and I suggested, "Why don't we go through that stuff
tomorrow and see what we want to keep. What we don't
want or can't use we can drop in a dumpster somewhere
so that no one will know that it came from us."
We went downstairs after agreeing on that plan of
action. We found out why dad wasn't upset about missing
supper. He was asleep in front of his ball game. We
left him that way until supper was ready.
After supper mom and I cleaned up the kitchen. Brad
went up to start transferring the tapes to DVD. I was
going to go up and watch him but my cell phone rang. I
answered it and I almost screamed out loud when I heard
Sean's voice.
I didn't even ask him how he got my number. He knew
everything else about me. I wasn't surprised at this.
He ordered me to come next door. He told me that if
anyone asked, meaning my father, I was to say that I
was going for a walk around the block.
I told my mom where I was going though. I didn't have
to worry about telling dad. He wouldn't even know that
I was gone.
Mom looked worried but I smiled and said, "I'll be
alright. Don't worry mom." I said it with more
confidence than I felt though.
I went to Sean's back gate and waited. He let me stand
there for a couple of minutes before he opened it and
let me in. I followed him to his usual seat at the
patio table. He sat down and said, "Strip cunt."
That didn't take long. I was only wearing a t-shirt and
shorts. This was the third time I had undressed for him
and I would have thought that by now it would be
getting easier. Well, I suppose it was a little easier,
but not very damned much.
When I was naked he tossed a seat cushion on the patio
at his feet and gestured at it.
I dropped to my knees on the cushion and he lifted his
butt off of his chair and said, "Pull my shorts off."
I worked them off and put them on the table beside me.
I waited for him to order me to suck his cock but he
just sat their grinning and watching me. I guess he was
waiting for me. I didn't want to do it. But I would
rather get him off and go home than drag this out any
longer than necessary.
I leaned forward and began to lick his balls and then
his quickly growing cock. By the time I took his cock
into my mouth it was fully erect. I had gotten a little
more experience lately with Brad and Larry and Gordy.
But Sean's cock was bigger and nastier and sucking his
large cock was only slightly easier this time.
I had a little more than half of his cock in my mouth
and I was using my hand on the rest of it. I was
feeling pretty proud of myself actually. I was taking
more of his cock than last time and I wasn't gagging at
all.
But of course he wasn't satisfied. He stopped me when I
had as much of his cock in my mouth as I could manage
and held my head in place. He moved my hand down and
said, "Keep your hand right where it is." There was
about a one inch gap between my lips and my hand.
His grin got a little wider and he said, "I don't know
how long it takes you to walk around the block slut.
But you aren't leaving here tonight until your lips
touch your hand."
I almost panicked then. My hand held only the very base
of his cock now. That must mean that I would have to
get at least seven inches of his fat cock into my
mouth. I knew that it wouldn't fit. So that meant that
he wasn't going to let me leave here tonight until I
could take his cock into my throat.
I already had tears in my eyes from struggling with the
amount of his cock that I had managed to force into my
mouth. So he couldn't see that I had started crying. I
was terrified all over again. But I had to try.
I started honestly trying to force the head of his fat
cock into my throat. I swallowed and I pushed with all
of my might. The pain was incredible but I tried and I
tried, all to no avail. It just wouldn't go.
He shook his head and said, "You are one worthless
cunt! You can't follow one simple order. I warned you
about disobeying me. Didn't I cunt?"
I mumbled, "Yes master." But I still had his cock in my
mouth and it wasn't intelligible.
He finally pushed me away and said, "I'll punish you
later. We don't have time for that tonight. I call you
over here for a simple blowjob and you can't even do
that right! Worthless cunt!"
He stood up and bent down and picked me up in his arms.
I was crying too hard to say anything. Not that
anything I said would matter. I was intelligent enough
to know that he was just playing with me.
He dropped me hard onto the picnic table. It knocked
the breath out of me. He pulled me down until my head
was hanging down off the end and said, "I won't have a
slave that can't suck my cock right. I would be
embarrassed to have you suck off one of my friends like
that. It's time you learned your trade. This is one of
the few things that your sorry ass is good for. You're
going to learn to do it right."
He forced his hard cock head in between my lips. I was
already having trouble breathing. He had knocked the
breath out of me when he threw me down on the table and
I was crying hard. I had been worried before but he was
being so violent that it really scared me now.
I brought my arms up, not to fight him but to protect
myself. When I did he slapped my right tit so hard that
I screamed around the head of his cock which now filled
my mouth. I didn't scream because I was scared or
startled either. It hurt like hell!
He growled, "Put your fucking arms down at your sides
and do not move them. If I have to tell you again you
will regret it."
I was sobbing around his cock and my eyes were so full
of tears that I couldn't see. But I was too afraid of
him to disobey. I rested my arms on the table beside me
and he started fucking my mouth.
It was horrible! It hurt like hell. Every brutal stroke
banged into the back of my mouth and forced the back of
my head against the edge of the table. I had never been
in so much pain in my life. But I had never been so
scared either. I reached my arms out and gripped the
sides of the table to keep myself from raising them to
defend myself.
His cock continued to batter the entrance to my throat
to no avail. He was getting frustrated and impatient
and the violence of his strokes seemed to be
increasing. I just knew that he was going to damage me.
His hands came to rest on my tits and he started
squeezing and twisting them painfully. I screamed
around his cock again but he ignored my suffering.
Hell, he was probably enjoying it.
His fingers moved up and grasped my nipples and began
to pull and squeeze. It felt like he was trying to lift
me right up off of the table. I screamed again and when
I did something happened. Something gave. His cock slid
right down into my throat!
I lost it then. I panicked. I knew that this had been
his goal but I didn't think it would happen. And the
pain was unbearable.
I started struggling again. It was a reflex, I couldn't
help myself.
He grabbed my arms and held them down on the table and
growled, "You'll pay for that, cunt. You'll pay big
time for disobeying me."
All this time he had been holding his cock in my throat
and I was almost unconscious. I couldn't breathe.
He finally started pulling his cock out slowly. He
pulled it all the way out to my lips and I gasped
desperately for air. He let me suck in a few loud,
painful lungs full of life giving oxygen and then he
rammed his cock back into my throat. It caught at the
entrance at first and I screamed in pain. When I
screamed it slid into me again. He kept doing this over
and over until I couldn't even scream anymore. My mouth
was full of cock and no one but Sean heard my screams
anyway.
At first he left his cock buried in my throat until I
thought I was going to pass out on every stroke. But
then, when it started sliding down a little easier,
easier for him, not me, he started fucking my throat
just like he would my pussy.
At first the pain was indescribable. I had nothing to
relate it to. I had never suffered like this in my
life. But after a few minutes of this torture my throat
started getting numb. I was able to concentrate on
timing his thrusts so that I could gulp down air
instead of the pain.
It went on for a long time. Towards the end he started
talking to me while he fucked me. I wanted to yell at
him to concentrate on what he was doing, to get this
over with! But of course I wasn't even sure if I would
ever talk again.
He began to comment on how much he enjoyed my orgy
yesterday. He told me that I was turning into a regular
little cum slut. A pretty, sexy, fuckable, sixteen year
old cock slut. He said that I was going to be the
perfect cum dump when he was through training me. I was
going to be his creation.
That was as far as he got before he held his cock
buried in my throat and I realized that he was cumming
right down my throat.
It took him so long that I was starting to panic again.
But just before I passed out I managed to get a little
air through my nose. It wasn't easy. I had been crying
hysterically and my sinuses were all stuffed up and my
head was hanging down. But somehow I managed to suck a
little air in and I calmed down a little.
He finally pulled his softening cock out very slowly.
He wiped it on my face and left me lying there on the
table. He went over to his chair and picked up his
drink and had a couple of sips. Then he came back over
and stood looking down at me and smiling.
He stared at me for a few minutes before he said, "I
hope you recover quickly, cunt. You are going to have
to do that again on Monday. You and your mother cunt
too. Now get the fuck up and get out of here. You look
like shit. You disgust me."
I slowly managed to sit up and climb down off of the
table. I went over and picked up my clothes. I started
to pull my shorts on but he snapped at me, "I said get
the fuck out of here you stupid cunt! I'm tired of
looking at you!"
I tried to speak. I wanted to tell him that it was in
his best interests for me to dress here. He didn't want
my father to see me like this. But I couldn't speak.
When I tried the pain was unbearable and not even a
whisper escaped.
So I picked up my shirt and my shorts and my sandals
and walked to the gate. I opened it slowly and peeked
out before I stepped through and closed it behind me. I
moved into the corner between the house and the fence
and dropped my clothes on the ground. It wasn't quite
dark yet but I felt relatively safe here. I put my
shorts on and slipped into my sandals. I wiped my face
with my shirt and then put it on.
I wanted to go running home and get someone to put
their arms around me and comfort me. But I realized
that was a bad idea. If my father saw me like this he
would freak out. And it would be even worse if Brad saw
me. He would feel that he had to do something. And
there was nothing that he could do that wouldn't make
things worse.
I snuck into our backyard and sat on a lawn chair until
I calmed down. When I thought I had myself under
control I went to the patio door. I looked in and saw
that no one was in the kitchen.
The patio door was locked so I hurried around to the
side door and went in. I got a glass of ice water and
went upstairs before anyone could see me. I went to the
bathroom and got some Tylenol and some sore throat
spray and hurried to my room before anyone even knew I
was home.
I sprayed my throat and then I took the pills. I had a
hell of a time swallowing them. It hurt so bad that I
just knew that something in me was damaged. I sprayed
more of the throat spray in my throat and then I sat on
my bed and tried not to cry.
I guess mom heard me come in. She came to my room a few
minutes later. She had a worried look on her face. She
sat on the side of my bed and asked me if I was alright
and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I
started crying and she reached down and pulled me into
her arms and hugged me. I really, really needed that.
She waited until the tears had abated and then she
asked me what happened. I didn't want to talk about it
but even if I did when I tried so speak I managed only
a raspy, painful sound that was unintelligible.
Mom looked scared when she heard me and exclaimed,
"What did he do to you?!"
I managed to point to my throat and croak a single
word, "Cock."
She groaned and stood up. She looked like she was going
to cry. She squeezed my hand and said, "I'll be right
back."
She was back in five minutes with a cup of hot tea. The
first few swallows hurt like hell but I realized that
it was helping. I felt my throat relaxing and the pain
easing. By the time I finished the cup of tea I was
capable of a raspy approximation of speech.
I sipped the hot tea and we sat together in silence. I
couldn't talk and I guess there was nothing that my
mother could say. She didn't seem upset, just sad.
I was upset. This was her fantasy, not mine. Sean
should be tormenting her. But then I guess that was why
it was so much more fun for him to torment me. He knew
that I hated it so much.
I finished my tea and she offered to get me another. I
declined. I just wanted to sleep and hope that when I
woke up in the morning I would feel better.
She took the cup and left the room. I got up and
undressed and went to bed. I tried not to think about
all of this stuff. But my mind had its own agenda.
Before I went to sleep I thought about the movies that
we had watched today and the things that my grandmother
had been subjected to. Many of them had been much
worse, much more painful than what Sean had just done
to me. But she had enjoyed what they did to her!
Well, maybe that isn't the right way to put it. She had
suffered a great deal of pain during some of the things
that they did to her. But she had also had several
orgasms and when it was over she had been happy and
smiling.
I realized that my mother was like that. She got turned
on by sexual abuse and torment. I couldn't help feeling
sorry for her. But I wasn't sure if that was because
she was so warped or because she was so warped and
married to the least kinky man in the world.
Unfortunately, I went to sleep thinking about those
things and I dreamt about those movies. Except in my
dreams I was the woman being tied up and tortured for
their sexual pleasure. My mother might have enjoyed
those dreams. They were nightmares for me.
I woke up Sunday morning and took a quick shower. I
didn't try to talk until I was back in my room. I was
afraid to. I was aware of a slight discomfort when I
swallowed, but nothing like what I had experienced last
night.
I closed my door and took my robe off. I went to my
dresser to get out some underwear and a pair of shorts
to wear today. But before I did I stared at myself in
my mirror and finally tried to speak. There was some
minor pain and I sounded a little raspy. I was
surprised though. It really wasn't that bad. I was
relieved that I could talk and swallow normally. But I
was worried about what that asshole had planned for me
on Monday.
He had told me that I would have to do it again on
Monday. I was forced once more to consider whether I
wouldn't be better off if I contacted the police and
admitted my part in the hit and run accident last year.
The problem with that was I would also be forced to
turn my two friends in. I probably could have told them
about Tina. But I couldn't do that to my best friend
Gail. She had been just as much an innocent bystander
as I had in all this. I would have to find some other
way out of this.
Sunday was a day of rest. Dad spent the day watching
sports. Brad showed me how to copy the tapes onto DVD
and he went off to be with his friends. I grinned to
myself as I imagined the conversation when they got
together after our orgy on Friday. I doubt if they
would be talking about sports today.
I went into Brad's room every few hours and checked on
the DVDs. I watched a few minutes of the tapes every
now and then to make sure that they were playing
alright. I saw some pretty shocking behavior. I had
been pretty close to my grandparents before they sold
their home and moved into the condo, or at least I
thought that I had. I think now that I didn't know them
at all. It was amazing to me that they were the kind of
people that did those things that I was witnessing and
I didn't have a clue. But then, neither did my mother.
At least she had no clue beyond those magazines she had
found. But she had just assumed that those had been her
dad's secret stash. She had no idea that her mother was
such a freak.
Sean left us alone on Sunday except that he called me
on my cell phone just after lunch. I was lying in bed
reading and he ordered me to take my clothes off and
stay naked until I had to go down for supper.
I had gotten so used to the idea that he might be
watching me at any time through my window that I wasn't
even bothered by it. I undressed and got back in bed
and quickly forgot all about him. I couldn't see into
his window in the afternoon because of the glare. So I
wasn't aware that there were half a dozen boys from my
school sitting in the room across the way watching me
undress and lay around in the nude. I wouldn't find out
until tomorrow afternoon.
I got dressed when it was time to go down and help my
mother with dinner. She had checked on me a couple of
times during the day and seemed relieved that I was
doing better after the trauma of yesterday evening.
Neither of us talked about tomorrow. There wasn't much
that we could say. We were both afraid. I knew that in
that secret, warped place inside of her my mother was
also looking forward to it. But I wasn't. For me it was
all dread.
The next morning, after dad left for work, mom, Brad
and I sat at the kitchen table. Brad told us about
yesterday. Larry and Gordy had only been able to talk
about one thing all day long. They bugged Brad
constantly about setting up another orgy. He promised
that he would but said that he couldn't tell them when
yet. He would have to check with us.
We didn't mind. But first we would have to survive
whatever Sean had in mind for us today and find out
what he had scheduled for later. Our time was not our
own.
Brad had been invited to join in the fun and games
today. Or at least he had been invited over to watch.
We tried to talk him out of it. Mom and I were both
afraid that it was going to be rough and he might try
to do something stupid and get hurt or make things
worse for us.
But he was afraid for us and thought that if he was
there Sean might think twice before getting carried
away. We couldn't talk him out of going so at the
appointed time the three of us stood at Sean's back
gate and waited to be admitted.
Sean actually seemed glad that Brad was with us. He let
us in and closed the gate behind us. He had called us
earlier and ordered my mother and me to wear our new
slutty bathing suits under a matching pair of micro
miniskirts and sheer blouses and those painful slut
shoes with the leather straps around our calves.
I thought that we looked like caricatures of male
fantasies and not really sexy at all. But Sean was
satisfied.
We were offered seats at the table and Sean even
offered us drinks. In fact, he insisted. We all asked
for soft drinks and he went into the house and came
back and served us. Then he sat with us while we sipped
our drinks. While we were sitting there Sean pulled a
paper out of his pocket and then asked me if I knew any
of the boys who were listed on it.
I took the paper and saw the names of six boys from my
class last year. I knew all of them. I had been going
to school with most of them since kindergarten.
I nodded my head and then remembered in time. "Yes
master. I know them all."
He smiled and said, "They were visiting me yesterday.
In fact, they were in my spare bedroom yesterday
afternoon for a couple of hours. That's the room that
looks out on your bedroom. They had a very pleasant
time but I'm afraid that they got very horny. But we
are going to take care of that later this afternoon.
After the party is over they are coming back over so
that you and your mother can entertain them.
I had felt the blood drain from my face and a cold
chill wash over me when he told me that they had
watched me undress and lie on my bed in the nude
yesterday for their entertainment. I knew all of those
boys!
I shuddered at the realization that my life at school
was going to be hell from now on. By the time the next
school year started in the fall, half of the kids in
town would know about it. And watching me was just the
prelude to what was going to happen this afternoon.
From this day forward I was going to be the school
slut.
Sean asked me about my throat and I told him that it
was still sore. He asked me if I could do it again and
I replied honestly that I didn't know.
He stood up and pulled his trunks down and said, "We
might as well find out. I don't want you embarrassing
me later."
I reluctantly stood and dropped my seat cushion at his
feet. I knelt and stared down at his soft cock with
considerably more fear than I had viewed it in the
past. I received no orders so I leaned down and began
to lick his balls and then, as it hardened, his long,
fat shaft. When it was erect I placed my lips around
the crown and began working them down, a little further
with each stroke.
I was still trying to force the head of his cock into
my throat when Sean turned to my mother and ordered her
to go open the gate. She tore her eyes away from what I
was doing and glanced at the monitor. She got up and
hurried to the gate and let in the two men with the
cameras who had been here for my very first rape.
They came over and watched me struggling to swallow
Sean's cock. They made a few derogatory comments and
offered to let me warm up on their smaller cocks.
Sean laughed and said, "She can do it. I guess she just
needs a little help to get started." As he said that
his hands gripped my head and he pulled my face down
violently into his lap while thrusting up with his
hips.
It was painful, but it worked. I found myself with his
fat cock once more buried in my throat. It hurt like
hell but not as bad as it had on Saturday night. And he
didn't make me do it for long. He had to force it into
my throat twice more but after that I was able to do it
on my own. The pain was excruciating. But I could do
it.
He pushed me away after I had managed it on my own a
few times. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I saw the
mixed emotions on my mother's face. She obviously felt
bad that I was being so mistreated. But I couldn't help
but see that she was aroused. I sighed and tried to
remind myself that it wasn't her fault.
I was surprised that Brad hadn't said or done anything.
I looked over at him and I saw the tortured expression
on his face. But there was something else too. I
couldn't figure it out until Sean said, "Don't count on
much help from your little brother today, Lisa. I put a
muscle relaxant in his drink. He is awake and aware but
he won't be able to move until late this afternoon. All
he can do is sit back and watch the show. But before we
get started I want to get some special shots. I want to
make sure that he doesn't get any funny ideas later and
start making trouble."
He turned to his cameramen and said, "You guys get set
up and when you are ready I want to get something on
film. I don't want it going out though. Let me know
when you are ready."
They unpacked their cameras and plugged in the cables
just like the first time. They turned the cameras on
and adjusted them and said, "Okay Sean, we're ready to
roll."
Sean smiled and said, "Okay, get this on film."
He turned to my mother and me and said, "You bitches
get up and undress Brad. I want him naked."
I had a bad feeling about this and so did Brad. I saw
the concern in his eyes. Mom and I got up and went to
him. We worked together to remove his clothing. I hated
doing this. I was afraid for Brad and I wanted to
protect him, not assist in whatever evil plan Sean had
for him. But it always came down to the same thing. We
had no choice.
We struggled to get his shorts and his underwear off
and removed his sandals with them. When he was naked we
stepped back and the cameramen came in for a close-up.
Sean ordered me to suck Brad's cock and once I had
begun and they had gotten some close-ups of that mom
was ordered to hold his hand between her legs so that
it looked like he was fingering her. When he was
satisfied, Sean stepped up and forced Brad's mouth open
with his fingers. Then he forced the head of his cock
into Brad's mouth and ordered the cameramen to get a
lot of pictures, omitting only Sean's face.
While they were filming him, Sean began to saw the
first couple of inches of his cock in and out of Brad's
mouth. He waited until they had gotten it all on film
and then he said, "Well Brad. Looks like you're my
bitch now too. Unless you want those pictures
circulating around the school that is. Remember this
the next time you threaten me you little shit. You're
lucky I'm not into boys. Because you'd really hate it
if I threw you over that table and shoved my fat cock
up your cute little ass. But then, you never know what
will happen. There are going to be a lot of men
dropping by here today. It might happen yet."
Sean pulled his cock out of Brad's mouth and even
though his muscles were impaired the despair on his
face was apparent. Sean laughed when he saw my concern
and said, "You have a lot more than your brother's
reputation to worry about today cunt. But you might
want to remember that his life is in my hands now when
things get a little rough later on."
They turned the cameras off and Sean offered the
cameramen the use of his two cunts before the action
got started. He stipulated that they would have to use
our mouths. He didn't want us getting messed up before
the party started.
We soon found ourselves kneeling in front of the camera
men. I was forced to practice my deep throat skills on
the slightly smaller and thinner cock that I was
ordered to service. It was still painful but not as bad
as it had been with Sean's fat dick.
My mother watched me for a moment before she was forced
to learn how to perform that same service on the other
camera man. She struggled nearly as much as I had
saturday night, but the man she was forced to allow to
fuck her face didn't seem to mind at all. He ignored
her struggles and forced his cock into her throat and
soon he was fucking her throat just like the other man
was doing to me.
The cameramen came in our throats and then joined Sean
at the patio table. Sean ordered us to go inside and
rinse our mouths out and then the three of them sat
around and ignored us.
It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes before men
started arriving. There were seven of them. They were
all cut from the same cloth. They were in their late
forties or early fifties and they were all sleazy. They
were overweight to various degrees and they were greasy
looking. They were also loud and crude and cruel.
Sean introduced us to them as his newest sluts and
pointed out my helpless brother. Throughout the
afternoon I would see several of them torment him in
ways that were too disgusting to talk about. But my
mother and I had more immediate problems. Our own day
of torment was at hand.
As soon as the seven men had been told our names and
our relationship we were thrown to the wolves. They
manhandled us roughly, kissing and groping and shoving
and joking with each other as they enjoyed their
complete control over us.
We weren't given their names. But I overheard many of
the conversations over the next few hours and I learned
that these were the executives of the adult businesses
that would be handling our movie careers and our
careers in the sex show business. My mother and I were
going to be forced to entertain groups of men, putting
on sex shows and then putting out for the customers. We
would also be forced to dance in clubs during the day
in an attempt to increase the daytime business. We were
basically being turned into porn stars and prostitutes.
But I didn't hear all of their plans. My mother and I
were soon being stripped and raped over and over in the
most brutal fashion. From time to time we were forced
to clean each other before the rapes started again.
We both lost our last cherries that day. Our asses were
raped over and over. Once the men were sexually
satisfied they started posing us in sexual tableaus. We
were photographed in all sorts of disgusting and
painful positions. They began a competition to see how
many cocks they could force into us at one time. There
were several instances where I had a cock in my ass, my
pussy, in each of my hands and two men forced their
cocks into my mouth. They seemed to get a big kick out
of it though they were only semi hard and apparently
through cumming in us for the day.
They did the same thing to my mother and I was unable
to control my disgust when she achieved orgasm several
times.
The men finally finished with us and sat around and
relaxed for a little while and sipped on beer and
talked business. During this time, after we had cleaned
up, we were passed from lap to lap and forced to listen
to our future of sexual abuse and humiliation being
discussed.
The men finally left. It was a little after one in the
afternoon. Mom and I were ordered to shower and put our
skirts and blouses and heels back on. When we had
obeyed the second act of the afternoon began.
We were sitting at the table waiting. I knew that there
was more to come. We had not been sent home, but a
worse sign was that the cameramen were still here and
still had their cameras on and ready to record.
I saw movement at the gate in the monitor and Sean sent
me to open the gate. He ordered me to smile and be
friendly, but I was certain that wasn't going to
happen. I had recognized the kids from my school on the
monitor.
I opened the gate and there were the six kids that had
been watching me naked in my room yesterday and four
more as well. I knew them all. I knew them well. I had
never been so embarrassed in my life and I don't think
that I ever would be again. My friends were standing
there in silence and staring at my breasts which were
on display through the sheer blouse I had on. But worst
of all was that one of the boys was the boy I had a
crush on. The boy that I fantasized about when I lay in
bed and dreamed about being loved. It was Casey.
Our eyes met and I saw him staring at me in disbelief.
I couldn't smile but I managed not to cry as I pulled
the gate all the way open and stood back to admit them.
They entered one at a time, each moving past me slowly,
taking time to stare at my breasts as they did.
I closed the gate when they were all inside. Casey had
stopped and was waiting for me. When I turned around he
whispered, "I don't understand."
I felt my eyes tearing up and I wiped them away with my
arms. I glanced at Sean and I saw how much he was
enjoying this. The cameras were rolling and I was about
to be raped by more than half of the boys in my class.
I looked back at Casey and whispered, "I don't have a
choice."
I saw that he could hear the anguish and the
desperation in my voice. He was disturbed and he said,
"I don't want to be a part of this. I'm leaving."
I grabbed his hand and said, "NO! No, you can't Casey.
He can't know I said anything. He will just make it
worse. He's a monster."
I saw the indecision on his face and I said, "It's okay
Casey. I'd rather it be with you than anyone else. I'm
sorry you have to see me like this. But my life is over
now anyway. I have been raped all morning and I'm going
to be raped all afternoon. At least when it is you it
will be with someone I have dreamed about."
I was embarrassed that I had said so much. I blushed
and said, "I mean…"
I hesitated and finally I realized it didn't matter. I
said, "I have had a crush on you for a long time Casey.
I'm sorry that it is going to end like this."
The concern on his face was touching. He said, "I have
had a crush on you too. Why does it have to end now
that I know that you like me too?"
I laughed wryly. I shook my head and said, "Casey, I
don't even like me anymore. You can't possibly want
anything to do with a girl that has done what I have
done in the last week. And you wouldn't believe what he
has planned for me. I don't think I'm going to survive
this."
He said, "Leave! Leave right now with me."
I looked down and said, "I can't Casey. He's
blackmailing me. He's blackmailing all three of us now.
I'm not here because I want to be."
Sean was enjoying my suffering. He had read my emails
and he knew that I had a crush on Casey. But he was
getting impatient and he called me over to join him and
the other nine boys, some of whom were already
undressing my mother and exploring her body.
I lost track of Casey but he wasn't among the throng of
my classmates who surrounded me and began to grope me
roughly before quickly removing my two articles of
clothing.
I was soon on my hands and knees in the grass beside my
mother and both of us were raped by the boys who had
lined up at either end to wait their turns impatiently.
They had each vented their lust on us. They were horny
sixteen year old boys and most of them were probably
virgins. It hadn't taken long but unfortunately they
were recovering quickly. I was soon the object of the
line that had already fucked my mother and the boys
that had raped me were now lined up to enjoy my
mother's charms.
I knelt there mindlessly servicing two boys at a time.
I wasn't thinking about them though. It was humiliating
and degrading. But I was concerned about my new career
as a porn star and a prostitute. My life was indeed
over. I couldn't go back to school now. Not after this.
And no boy in their right mind would every see me as
anything but a piece of ass now.
I was crying quietly as I sucked the cocks that were
forced into my mouth. Although I was getting sore I was
ignoring the cocks in my pussy. They needed nothing but
a warm orifice to jerk off with. I wasn't even a person
to them now.
I was just wondering if Casey had fucked me yet when
there was a commotion at the gate. I couldn't see what
was going on because of the boys surrounding me and the
tears in my eyes.
There was some shouting and a lot of confusion and
suddenly I was being pulled to my feet and wrapped in a
blanket by a woman in a police uniform.
I saw Sean and the cameramen being roughly thrown up
against a wall and handcuffed. Sean was shouting
threats but he was ignored and roughly taken away by
two large cops.
I was allowed to sit on the diving board and rest and
collect my thoughts for a few minutes. While I was
sitting there crying someone sat beside me and put his
arm around me. I tried to pull away until I heard Casey
say, "Lisa, it's going to be okay."
I looked at him through my tears and I wished he was
right. But I knew he wasn't. This mess I was in
couldn't be fixed. My life was over.
They transported my mother and my brother and me to the
emergency room. Brad was starting to come around but
they kept him under observation for a while. Apparently
the drug that he had been given was intended for
animals. But Brad recovered quickly and by the time
they finished with the rape kits for my mother and me,
he was just a little woozy.
We were given hospital gowns to wear at first. After
the nurse collected all of the bodily fluids from our
bodies we were given some of our clothes to wear. My
father had brought them at the request of the police.
Once we were allowed to shower and dress, my mother and
I both insisted that we didn't need any medical care.
They took blood to test us for diseases and told us
that we would have to be tested regularly for a while.
Some of the more serious diseases that we might have
been exposed to wouldn't show up right away.
We were taken to the police station when we refused
further medical treatment and all three of us were
questioned until late in the night. We were allowed to
go home but we were to return in the morning for more
questions.
I found out that Casey had asked to use Sean's bathroom
before the party started and he locked himself in there
and called is father, the Chief of Police. He told his
dad what was going on but it took almost an hour for a
team to be assembled and drive to Sean's house. In that
time those nine remaining teenagers had each had time
to get their rocks off once and line up for a second
turn.
That night, after we got home, my dad wouldn't talk to
anyone. He asked if we were alright and then he went
into the den and stayed there until it was time for him
to go to work in the morning.
We had a quick breakfast in the morning but we didn't
have much to say to each other either. I was surprised
to find that there was nothing in the morning paper
about us. It was a sensational story and a lot of
people knew about it. I couldn't believe it wasn't
spread all over the front page.
It turns out that the police had gone to extraordinary
lengths to keep it quiet. Sean was facing a list of
charges a mile long. So were the two cameramen. They
had also picked up the seven sleazy old men that had
spent the morning raping us and they were all under
arrest of a long laundry list of charges.
The pictures of what happened were broadcast on the
internet, but only to paying customers who were being
tracked down and hopefully scared into silence. I
suppose that it is inevitable that some of those
pictures are going to show up though.
My classmates were assigned attorneys and with my
mother and me agreeing to the terms they were released
to their parents with the understanding that if what
happened became public they would all be picked up and
charged with rape, except for Casey of course. He had
stayed in the bathroom until the police had arrived.
Sean and his seven business partners have been put out
of business. Their assets have been seized, including
all copies of the video record of the rapes of my
mother and me. It appears that they are going to plead
guilty and accept plea deals which will hopefully
preserve our identities.
It seems to me like far too many people are going to
have to keep their mouths shut. I'll have to see it to
believe it. And even if they are quiet about what
happened to me, when school starts back in the fall I
am going to have to be in a room with nine boys who
have raped me. I am going to have to interact with them
for five days a week. I am not sure how I am going to
handle that.
Gail and Tina were picked up. The prosecutor discussed
the case with the woman that Tina hit. She freely
admitted that she had been on her cell phone and had
walked right out in front of the car and she was glad
that we had been finally caught but she had no desire
to ruin our lives.
Tina was tried as a juvenile for taking the car and
leaving the scene of an accident but she was put on
probation since she had never been in trouble before
and the records were sealed. They were to be expunged
as long as she didn't reoffend before she turned
eighteen. She had to perform community service but she
already volunteered to work as a candy striper at the
hospital so they counted that as her community service.
The prosecutor declined to prosecute Gail and me. He
said that I had been punished enough and a trial would
serve no purpose. I was afraid that Tina and Gail would
be furious with me but it turned out that they were
glad it had come out. They were glad it was over and
they could put it behind them.
Mom was forced to take parenting classes and she did
well. But she didn't change. She still has her
fantasies and they did nothing about that. Brad and I
don't mind though. We are still closer to her than we
were before and we still love her.
One of the stranger things that resulted in this was
that dad didn't leave us. In fact, within a few days he
acted like none of this had ever happened. That
probably wasn't hard since we hardly interacted to
start with. He would go to work, come home and eat and
go watch TV and read the paper, just like always. He
never spoke of it again. He went back to sleeping with
my mother but as she dolefully pointed out later, he
still had no clue how to treat a submissive slut.
Besides the fact that Sean and his partners were
brought to justice, two good things did come from this.
I now had a great relationship with my mother and my
brother.
But the thing that really shocked me was that not long
after the dust settled I was sitting in the park down
the street from my house and watching a baseball game
when someone sat down beside me.
I looked up to see Casey. He sat down and acted as if
he didn't realize I was here. I blushed furiously. I
hadn't seen him since that day and I dreaded the look
that I expected to see on his face when I finally ran
into him. Now the time was here.
He ignored me for a few minutes and watched the game.
Then, without turning to look at me he calmly asked,
"So you have a crush on me huh?"
I covered my face in my hands and started crying. I
knew that I never had a chance with him now. Not after
what he knew about me and about what I had done. So I
was a little shocked when he put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me close. I looked up at him and I
couldn't believe it. I saw concern, not revulsion or
disgust.
I looked at him and sobbed, "I don't understand."
I didn't. How could he feel anything for me after what
he knew?!
He put his other arm around me and held me close and
said, "I know you went through a lot Lisa. I also know
that it wasn't your fault. I saw your face that day. I
saw how much you hated what they were doing to you. And
when you told me that you had a crush on me it blew me
away. I have been dying to ask you out since, god, it's
been a year since I started falling for you. But you
were so pretty and so smart and so popular that I
figured you wouldn't even know I exist."
I continued to stare into his eyes. I finally said,
"But now, after what you know, how can you stand to
even sit beside me. Casey, I can't even stand to think
about what I've done. And think of what it will be like
when school starts again. Oh god. That is all I can
think about. All those boys that…" I couldn't finish
that thought.
Casey continued to hold me close. It felt nice. I
finally stopped crying but I was still not sure what
was going on.
He asked, "Is it okay if I hold you? I have wanted to
do this for so long."
I answered breathlessly, "Oh yes!"
Then I said, "But Casey, you know what I've done."
He smiled and said, "I know what was done to you. I
don't care. And I have a confession. Since that day I
saw you in that blouse I have dreamt about what I saw
almost every night. Does that make you mad?"
I asked in a breathless whisper, "You dream about me?"
He blushed and admitted, "Yeah, but you might not like
the dreams I'm having."
I think I surprised us both when I chuckled and
responded, "You might be surprised what I like Casey."
And then he kissed me!
I was stunned at first but I brought my arms up and put
them around his neck and kissed him the way that I had
dreamed about doing for so long. We kissed for a long
time before I pulled back and looked at his face. I
just didn't understand. I saw honest affection there. I
thought I knew boys pretty well by this time. Boys
enjoyed taking advantage of girls like me. They didn't
like them. They didn't love them.
I buried my face in his shirt and said, "Casey, we need
to talk. I don't understand this. I don't understand
how you can still want me."
We did talk. We spent the rest of the day talking. I
started to get to know the real Casey and he was even
more wonderful than I thought he was. He really wasn't
bothered by what I had done, or had done to me. He
admitted that some of it even turned him on and he felt
bad about that. So I felt safe admitting that some of
it had turned me on too.
He wanted to ask me out. He did ask me out. I wanted to
jump all over him but first I thought that it was
important that he know the entire story, even the parts
that were still a secret.
I called my mom and told her that I was going out for a
hamburger with Casey and I would be a little late
coming home. She didn't even sound surprised. She
wished me well and told me to have fun.
We walked up to the main road and went to a burger
place. We got some food and sat outside where we could
talk. I told him that he didn't know everything yet and
before I could go out with him I thought that he needed
to know the rest of the story.
He insisted that he didn't care but I thought that he
might once he heard me out. So we ate a quiet meal and
I tried to marshal my thoughts. When our meal had been
consumed I smiled and said, "So you really liked my
blouse that day?"
He laughed and said, "I loved what was under it."
I said, "Really? You really think that I have nice
tits?"
He blushed but replied, No, I don't think that you have
nice tits. I recognize that you have nice tits. It's a
matter of fact, not an opinion."
I thought that was well put. I asked, "And it doesn't
bother you that so many guys have seen them?"
He looked at me and I could see that he was afraid that
if he was honest about what he was thinking then I
would be upset. I thought the best way to dispel that
myth would be by being honest.
I said, "Casey, you don't know everything yet. I didn't
just have sex with those men and with the nine kids
that came to Sean's house that day. He made me have sex
with my brother. He did it to punish me. The problem
was that I liked it. I liked it and I'm still doing it.
I love my brother. Not like a boyfriend or a lover or
something. But I love him and I enjoy having sex with
him. We are still doing it."
I expected that that little confession would be the
straw that put an end to any of Casey's romantic
notions about me. So I was a little surprised to see
that he was fascinated and he started asking for
details. I also noticed that his jeans were becoming
uncomfortably tight. This was turning him on!
I had one last confession to make. I thought that I had
best strike while he was aroused and might find it
titillating as well. I took a deep breath and said,
"One last confession and then you'll know everything
about me. Sean also made me have sex with Brad's two
best friends, Larry and Gordy. And about once every
week or two my mother and I invite them over for a
little party during the day. If you still want to go
out with me now I would love to. And I will give you my
word that from now on I won't have sex with any of
them."
He reached out and held my hand for a moment. Then he
guided it to the bulge in his jeans and asked, "I don't
suppose I would be welcome at one of these parties?"
He just kept surprising me!
I wrapped my hand around the impressive bulge in his
pants and smiled. He saw the confusion in my face and
he said, "I think that we have more in common than you
realize. During the summer I make a little extra money
by helping out with filing and paperwork at the police
station. When I had some time alone I made a copy of
the report about your case and all of the statements
that were in it. I felt sorry for the things that
happened to you Lisa. But Jesus! Some of that shit
turned me on so much. I wouldn't wish you any harm. And
I am embarrassed to admit it, but I would have loved to
have been able to get copies of the movies they made of
you. Reading about those things turned me on so much.
So now you have a reason to hate me."
I smiled and said, "No shit?! You got turned on?!"
He blushed and nodded. I slid closer on the bench and
put my arms around his neck and whispered, "When I get
you alone I am going to fuck you to death!"
Once I realized that he was not the typical teenage boy
I filled in some of the details. I told him about my
mother's fantasies and how we had begun to play around
with them at our little parties with Larry and Gordy. I
told him about our new DVD collection. Brad had
finished putting the tapes of our grandparents on disk.
Many of the later ones were in color and of a pretty
high quality. They were pretty damned hot once you got
used to that kind of entertainment.
My father was home and I couldn't take Casey back to my
room, though I wanted to desperately. So instead we
went back to the park and found a private little clump
of trees and shrubs and I showed him some of the tricks
that Sean had taught me. I swallowed his huge load of
cum and invited him to my house as early as he could
get there tomorrow. He said that he could be there
right after my dad left for work and I told him to come
to my room and wake me up. I promised him that it would
be okay with my mom.
He walked me home then. We took our time and held hands
and I was so happy that I had to fight to hold back the
tears. We kissed at the end of my driveway and he left.
I went in the house and pulled my mother aside and
tried to control my excitement as I told her that Casey
was coming over in the morning and I wanted him to wake
me up. She hugged me and smiled and said, "Oh Lisa! I'm
so happy for you. He seems like such a nice boy."
I looked at her and asked, "When did you meet him?"
She smiled and said, "He came to the house yesterday
while you were at the park. He was asking for you. We
talked for an hour before he went to find you. I really
liked him."
I said, "That's good, because I'm going to tell Brad to
set up a party for tomorrow. Casey is invited."
Her smile was all the response I needed.
I went upstairs and went down to Brad's room. He was
watching one of the DVDs he had just made. I stood in
his door and said, "It's okay if you get turned on by
that I guess. But don't turn into your mother."
He smiled and said, "That isn't something you have to
worry about. But this beats anything that's on
television right now."
I stepped in and looked at what he was watching. Our
grandmother was tied to a bench with two large black
men fucking her violently. I started taking my clothes
off and asked, "Could you use a little hand with that
little lump in your pants?"
He laughed and said, "What do you mean little?! And I
would prefer a little mouth to a little hand if you
don't mind."
When I was naked I helped him pull his pants down and I
lay down between his legs and started teasing his cock
and balls with my tongue. While I was doing that I told
him about Casey and asked him if he would invite Larry
and Gordy over tomorrow.
He looked at me and said, "Are you sure he can handle
that Lisa? It sounds like fun to me and I know Larry
and Gordy are always ready. But you have the real hots
for Casey. Aren't you afraid of blowing it?"
I shrugged and said, "If he can't handle it I need to
find out now. I think I could really love him if he
gave me the chance. And after talking with him I think
he could love me. But I'm not going to change for him.
He knows about us, you and me. And he knows about mom
and Larry and Gordy. If he comes here tomorrow and
still wants to be with me when the day is done then I
think I've found the right guy for me. That is a gamble
worth taking. I sure as hell don't want to end up like
mom, married to a man like dad."
I started to pay more attention then to giving my
brother a nice, sexy blowjob. He leaned back and closed
his eyes and soon he was filling my mouth with a nice
hot load. I swallowed it easily and then I rested my
head on his belly and held his cock in my mouth.
After a moment he pulled me up beside him and hugged me
tight. He kissed me and said, "I hope this works out
for you tomorrow. I know how much you like Casey. I'll
call the guys and invite them over tomorrow. Is it okay
if I spend the night with you tonight?"
I kissed him and said, "Not tonight. I invited Casey
over to wake me up in the morning. I told him about us
and it turned him on. But I want to be alone with him
in the morning. Is that okay?"
He smiled and said, "You are the one going to bed horny
sweetheart."
I said, "Thanks for understanding. I'll make it up to
you. You know I love sleeping with you."
He said, "I know. Don't worry about me. I'm happy for
you."
I kissed him again and grabbed my clothes and returned
to my room. I took a shower and went to bed early that
night. But it was a long time before I got to sleep. I
lay in the dark for hours thinking about tomorrow. Brad
had been right about one thing. I was so horny I almost
went back into Brad's room and raped him.
I didn't though. I stayed in my bed and thought about
tomorrow morning and imagined what it would be like to
be able to please the boy that I had dreamed about for
over a year. I wanted him to love me because I was
pretty sure that I loved him. But I had learned a
lesson from my mother's marriage. I was not about to
repeat her mistakes.
I don't know what time I finally went to sleep. I only
remember waking up to find Casey sitting nervously on
the side of my bed and looking down at me. I smiled and
said, "Good morning Casey. Did you have any trouble
finding my room?"
He grinned and said, "This is the weirdest situation
that I have ever been in! Your mother opened the door
and let me in. I never said a word. She took my hand
and pulled me up the stairs and brought me to your
room. She opened your door, kissed my cheek and said,
'You two have fun,' and then she pushed me in and left.
I have never had a girl's mother escort me to her
daughter's room so that I could make love to her
before."
I smiled and reached out and held his hand and said,
"We are going to make love? I like the sound of that."
I sat up and let the sheet fall away, exposing my
breasts.
He looked at them with a look of awe on his face that
made me feel so good. I brought his hand closer and let
it rest on my left tit and then I rested my hand in his
lap. He explored my tits with a gentle, sensuous touch
for a few minutes before he said, "They are beautiful
Lisa! They're perfect! God! You are so fucking hot!"
I smiled at him. His words were making me feel as hot
as he thought I looked.
I gently pulled his hand away and got out of bed. He
stared at my naked body until I pulled him to his feet
and started undressing him. He wasn't wearing much and
it didn't take long. As soon as he was naked I wrapped
my arms around him and pressed my body against his and
I know it was all in my mind but it felt so different.
It was Casey! I was finally making love to Casey! I
wanted to scream it out loud.
We fell back onto my bed and for the longest time we
kissed and touched and held each other. I had enjoyed
this before. I enjoyed it with Brad and with Larry and
Gordy. But not like this. This wasn't just my body
enjoying being touched. My heart was involved this
time. As much as I had enjoyed having sex with Brad and
his friends it couldn't compare to this. I couldn't
believe it myself.
We made love for hours before we finally collapsed in
each other's arms and just lay together and exchanged
loving little kisses. We were exhausted. But we were
happy.
I suddenly remembered the party I had set up and I
asked, "Have you changed your mind about that little
party? Larry and Gordy are coming over after lunch. Do
you still think you can handle seeing me getting fucked
by someone else?"
He asked, "Does that bother you? Does it upset you that
I'm excited by the idea of watching other guys touch
you and fuck you? I know it is kind of weird."
I smiled and said, "If you weren't excited by it we
wouldn't have much of a future. I have learned that I
don't ever want to end up in a marriage like my mother
did, married to a man who doesn't care much for sex and
doesn't have a clue about what turns me on. I know we
are too young to get married. But I'm not too young to
start looking. And I like the way you look Casey."
He kissed me and replied, "I kind of like the way you
look too Lisa."
I started covering his sweet face with kisses and then
I said, "You know Casey, there is one other hardship
that you will have to overcome if we are going to be a
couple. You will probably have to fuck my mom."
He laughed and replied, "I have met your mom. It won't
be a hardship."
The End
To that small group of disturbed people who have
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank
you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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