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The Cock Drain
by Kari Alarus (head2fat@soon.com)
***
Jim's daughter takes charge when her little brother is
caught jacking off onto her collection of nasty pictures
that were taken of her. (mMf, mast, anal, inc, tease,
bd)
***
Sixteen-year old Veronica is livid. She's screaming to
high heaven about some vile misdeed that her younger
brother Billy has committed. She also happens to be
dragging Billy into the living room by his tiny flaccid
cock, his underwear clumped around his ankles.
"Daddy!" Veronica screams, "Guess what I caught this
little pervert doing? It was pretty damn disgusting! He
definitely ought to be punished!"
Veronica's father, Jim, is having a tough time deciding
what to consider first. First, there is the humiliating
sight of his young son, ass bare to the world, being
towed around by his limp cock. Next, of course, is the
fact that it's his darling teenage daughter who's towing
the boy around in such a lewd fashion. Third, and
probably least relevant, is how uncomfortably arousing
his gorgeous daughter is in her skimpy, virtually see-
through crocheted bikini top and second-skin cotton
micro-shorts.
"Why oh why does every Saturday morning have to start
like this?" Jim laments to himself. Heavily stressed
during the week holding down the duties of a corporate
executive by day and single father by night, Jim looked
forward to a little peace and quiet on Saturday, usually
his only morning off [Sundays were often consumed by
community meetings or other events].
Jim attempts to soothe the situation in his
characteristic calm, measured voice. "Okay, okay,
Ronnie, cool down and tell me what happened. But first,
let go of your brother's penis. And second, please pull
up his underwear."
"But Daddy!" Veronica moans.
"Ronnie, just do it," Jim orders.
That taken care, Jim resumes. "So, Ronnie what exactly
happened?"
Veronica's reply is short and sweet. "I caught the
little bastard jerking off to some pictures in my room!
God, he's such a shit!"
"Ronnie, watch your language!" her father warns.
Despite playing the role of stern father, Jim can't help
noticing how arousing his daughter looks in her skimpy
top and short shorts. "That tight little ass oozing out
of those shorts is driving me crazy! Damn, she really
has filled out!" he remarks to himself. Ignoring for now
the building bulge in his trouser fronts, Veronica's
father flashes a deeply disapproving look at his
mortified son. "Billy, is this true?" Jim demands.
Billy doesn't respond. Thoroughly downcast, he is far
too ashamed to even look up, let alone meet his father's
gaze.
Presuming his son's silence as guilt, Veronica's father
proceeds with his inquiry. Unfortunately, he foolishly
lets his erotic curiosity get the best of him.
"Specifically what sort of pictures are we talking
about, Ronnie?" he demands.
Veronica hesitates. "Um, I'm not so sure that you ought
to see these particular pictures, Daddy."
"And why not?" Jim persists.
Veronica freezes for a moment then takes a few deep
breaths. "Why is Daddy being so curious?" she wonders.
"Could he want to get off too? Ugh, that would be so
creepy! But why am I getting so turned on? Besides, what
do I have to be ashamed of? Daddy's always taught me to
be proud of my body. Hmm, let's see where this might
go". Veronica squirms for a bit for effect before
replying, "Well, the photos are kind of explicit."
Incited by his daughter's reply, Jim is even more
insistent. "Look Ronnie, I want you to show me those
pictures now! I'll see for myself the kind of depraved
images my boy has been abusing."
"But, I just don't know, Daddy. These particular
pictures may be a bit too disturbing, even for you,"
Veronica cautions. Anticipating her father's inevitable
retort, she adds, "Particularly since the girl doing
such naughty acts in nearly every single photograph is
me."
Jim's mouth drops. For once, he cannot find a single
word to say.
"That sure got his attention! And in more ways than
one!" Veronica comments to herself upon detecting her
father's developing erection. She continues. "Daddy, do
you really want to see explicit pictures of your sweet
little girl engaging in the unconscionably depraved acts
she performs with a few well-hung studs in these
disgusting photos?"
Upon hearing this, Billy utters an audible moan of
especially graphic recall. His flaccid cock is beginning
to stiffen anew.
As Veronica's father is still unable to respond, she
continues. "Well, perhaps you do need to see 'all' of
the evidence before deciding how the little twerp should
be punished, shouldn't you, Daddy?" Veronica concedes as
demurely as possible. "I'll go get those pictures for
you, now."
Veronica returns shortly carrying a large photo album, a
bottle of Windex, and stack of paper towels. She has
also donned a pair of rubber gloves.
"What the heck?!" Jim mutters to himself upon seeing
what his daughter has brought.
Again Veronica anticipates her father's thoughts. "Ick,
this photo book is all sticky and gooey. I need to wipe
it off, so you won't get any of Billy's disgusting
spooge on your hands Daddy. But, eww, there's so much of
it!"
With the Windex and paper towels Veronica quickly mops
up the copious evidence of Billy's explosive response to
her lewd fuck shots. Meanwhile, Jim quickly turns away
to furtively adjust the stiffening steel in his
trousers, but his ever-vigilant daughter notices anyway.
And poor Billy - his already savagely abused member has
again swollen to its former size, and then some.
Veronica stifles an evil little giggle. "So far,
everything is going rather well," she notes.
"Okay, that's much better now," Veronica chirps as she
sets aside her cleaning materials and gazes up at her
father. "Oh, you look kind of uncomfortable Daddy. Maybe
you'd better sit down!"
Partially hunched to conceal his massive boner, Jim
shuffles awkwardly over and shakily sits down on a
nearby sofa. Mercilessly working her tease, Veronica
plops her sexy butt directly onto the prominent lump in
her daddy's lap, lewdly wiggling for several seconds
before settling in a snug position right beside him.
"Better now?" Veronica asks sweetly.
Clearly, Jim is not at all 'better', especially after
his sexy daughter's treacherous little lap dance. It was
all he could do to keep from grinding his crotch into
her ass [and that was clearly not an option!]. Already
the overwhelming sexual aroma of his steamy teen
daughter, quite aroused herself, and the delicious
erotic heat of her tight young body so sinfully close
are driving Jim to distraction. Not to mention that the
shear anticipation of the forbidden images he is about
to view has made his imprisoned cock harder than
granite.
"Would you like me to turn the pages for you?" Veronica
coos.
Billy cranes his neck to get a better view himself, but
Veronica quickly reprimands him. "No you can't look
anymore, pervert! And don't think about slinking away,
either. I'm not even close to finishing with you yet!
One more thing, you'd better keep your filthy hands away
from mischief, if you know what I mean." She pauses,
then laughs. "Silly me, of course you will, since
they're already tightly secured behind your back. Poor,
poor baby!"
"Anyway Daddy, let's get started!" Veronica chirps with
barely concealed glee.
Veronica is well aware of her father's heightened sense
of arousal. She simply hopes that he'll be able to hold
out long enough for her big finale.
Veronica opens her naughty photo album to the first
page. "Daddy, don't I look cute in my tiny little tennis
outfit?"
The operative word here is 'tiny'. The pleated white
skirt is so short that the slightest breeze would have
completely exposed her hairless crotch. Most of
Veronica's firm bubble butt already hangs nastily out of
the dick-stiffening garment. Equally exquisite are the
girl's long tanned gently muscled legs in her frilly
white socks and white leather court shoes.
Veronica's excuse for a top is almost as scandalous as
her tiny skirt. The loose white tee is cropped so
severely that it barely drapes over her noticeably erect
nipples. Needless to say, the teen's firm smooth peach-
sized tits are not constrained by any bra. Neither would
they need to be.
Veronica's normally squeaky-clean demeanor convinces
everyone that she is the typical girl next door - cute,
reserved and sweet. Cascading down her back well below
the ragged hem of her revealing top, Veronica's long
scarlet mane virtually shimmers in the bright afternoon
sunlight. Her short bangs frame a truly radiant oval
face with a pert button nose, full ruby lips, large
round emerald-green eyes, and flawless freckled
complexion. Few would ever suspect the brazen slut
lurking within.
All in all, it's quite a lewd outfit for such an
innocent-looking girl. And she's wearing this in broad
daylight on an outdoor tennis court! Drowning in a flood
of lecherous thoughts, Jim wonders just how many others
were there, ogling his daughter's sweet young meat.
Veronica doesn't fail to notice the violent bucking in
her father's groin as he 'studies' these initial photos.
Actually there'd been quite a few others joining
Veronica on that tennis court that afternoon. One was
her 18-year old girlfriend (and oft-time lover), Ginger.
Ginger thoroughly enjoyed herself snapping the lewd
photos. There were several hunky guys, as well.
Veronica's little clit tingles as she recalls just how
intensely horny they all turned out to be.
The very next shot finds Veronica bending quite nastily
over the tennis net. The skimpiest possible g-string is
the young fox's sole concession to modesty. As
subsequent shots zoom in on her firm round ass, one
can't help but be awed by its cock-stretching
perfection.
"Damn, my girl has an absolutely sinful ass!" Jim muses
shamefully. Despite his best efforts, the man can't seem
to suppress a torrent of unholy thoughts about his
diabolically seductive little nymph.
The next set of photos shows Veronica, still lewdly bent
over, being rudely ogled by a college-aged stud with a
very noticeable erection stretching his tennis shorts.
To further command the young man's attention, Veronica
pulls aside her flimsy g-string to fully expose her
smooth-shaved pouting pussy. Christ, hers is a pussy
that even the most celibate monk would die to spill a
load over! Predictably, the guy's eyes bulge, his jaw
drops, and the tip of his monster cock is already
peeking out of his tennis shorts.
"I just don't know what came over me, Daddy," Veronica
offers with a feigned pout of shame. Yet, her father
scarcely notices. His gaze is firmly locked on the
pornographic events unfolding on the page.
Recalling the stud's insatiably horny reaction to her
shameless teasing has gotten Veronica very hot and very
wet. Plus her daddy's exceptionally 'attentive' response
to her naughty photo show has ignited a fiery itch in
her cunt that only a vicious fucking will be able to
douse.
Veronica had decided to invade this particular tennis
club in such dick-searing attire on the dare of her
girlfriend. Veronica shocked even herself at how
naughtily she'd ended up behaving. The results were
unbelievable! She'd gotten the poor guy in these initial
shots so crazed for cunt that he could have fucked a
hornet's nest for relief. Fortunately, Veronica had been
more than willing to finish what she'd started. She
couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
It takes all of Veronica's restraint to feign even the
slightest remorse for the naughty photos she's now
showing her father.
Still bent over, Veronica has turned her head and is
licking her lips with the lewdest 'come fuck me'
expression that Jim has ever seen. As the stud
approaches, Veronica pulls her g-string to the side and
raises the lewd excuse for a skirt high over her ass.
Next, she uses both hands to stretch her dripping cunt
wide open for deep and easy penetration. The close-ups
of his daughter's gaping snatch nearly cause Jim to
cream his shorts.
In the shots that follow the lust on the young stud's
face virtually sears the page as Veronica continues to
tease him mercilessly with her lewd antics and inviting
fuck hole.
Jim is dumbstruck by the realization that the only
possible outcome had to be a particularly brutal fucking
of his little angel-virgin. Yet, the unquenched fire in
his loins overwhelms even his anger.
By now, the stud has shed both his shirt and shorts. His
eyes aflame with raging desire, the camera captures the
young man viciously reaming the luscious teenager, her
skirt still pulled up and her g-string off, in half a
dozen different positions all over the tennis court.
Veronica's closed eyes and wide-open mouth offer ample
evidence that this horny fucker is hitting all the right
spots.
Veronica lustfully recalls that the guy [whose name she
never did learn] definitely knew his way around a pussy.
She'd been so slick with her own juices that he'd buried
his spear up to the balls on his very first thrust.
Filled to the hilt, the oversexed vixen climaxed
immediately. The stud's thick cock continued to slam
into her tight twat like a supercharged piston. She'd
especially enjoyed being fucked upside down with her
legs wrapped around his waist.
In that position the silky smooth skin of his
circumcised cock slid against her sensitive clit,
sending waves of orgasmic fire throughout her burning
cunt. Like a man possessed, the fucker had assaulted her
pussy from every possible angle, leaving not a single
hot spot untouched. Whenever possible, he'd slip a few
fingers into her ass, each time detonating a nuclear
explosion that engulfed her entire body. Veronica's clit
quivers at the memory of it all.
"Daddy, can you believe how some Joe I hardly know was
suddenly fucking the shit, oops, I mean 'devil', out of
me? Out of nowhere, this guy turns into a sex-crazed
demon whose sole mission was to rip my pussy apart! No
introduction, no foreplay, nothing! Just gets right down
to business! What gets into guys anyway?" Veronica
giggles. She doesn't really expect an answer; and Jim
doesn't offer any. He is far too preoccupied trying to
douse his own need to rip 'something' apart.
The next series of photos reveal that it's Veronica's
turn to bust nuts. Now buck naked, Veronica's bald pussy
glistens with her own love juice as it drips from her
hanging labia onto the prone stud's outstretched tongue.
Cupped by the stud's massive hands Veronica's firm small
breasts are absolutely mouth-watering. She ends up
completely smothering her cunt-lapping lover with her
juicy pie as the explicit shoot progresses.
In the pictures that follow, Veronica has reversed
position atop her lover's prone body. She now gives him
an unobstructed view of her unparalleled ass. Her
dripping pussy hovers just centimeters above the young
hunk's straining cock before engulfing it whole. The
camera captures several especially salacious moments of
Veronica brazenly riding her steel-hard mount in various
states of shear unbridled lust.
The final photo of the series captures Veronica in a
full leg split, with the young stud's manhood completely
stuffing her tight twat. A look of absolute ecstasy
flushes her radiant face. In the background her
exhausted lover trembles precariously on the edge of
climax. His mouth is agape and his eyes are clenched
shut.
Veronica warmly recalls how her twat was so tightly
impaled on the stud's cock that it had taken quite a bit
of effort to pry herself off of it. She stifles a hot
flutter as she remembers just how powerfully the sap had
started to rise from the poor fucker's balls.
"Honestly, Daddy, I can't believe what happened. I'd
never done anything even remotely like that before.
Damn, that fucker really brought out the slut in me!"
Veronica giggles, before realizing that she'd
accidentally uttered the last part aloud.
Composing herself, she continues. "Get ready Daddy,
because the very next page was what Billy was grunting
out his sick load over. Believe me, I caught the little
pervert right in the act."
At this point, Billy utters a resounding groan of
arousal, which both Veronica and her father choose to
ignore.
The searing images on the next page literally cause
Jim's breath to shorten and his eyes to glaze over. It
is painfully obvious to Veronica that her father needs
to relieve the surging wave front in his balls in the
worst possible way.
Astride her lover in the 69 position, Veronica prepares
to suck the stud's stiff salami. Facing the camera,
Veronica languidly runs her tongue around the tip of the
guy's cock. A thick string of saliva stretches from her
tongue to his lizard's eye. She vigorously deep-throats
his monster, while lewdly seducing the lens.
An older man, apparently Jim's age (and quite
impressively endowed), suddenly appears in the
background. He has dropped his trousers and is furiously
beating his meat as he leers over the coupled lovers.
Grunting fiercely, the younger stud finally erupts. He
blasts so much sweet salty spunk that Veronica can't
swallow it all. The excess oozes from her lips and
dribbles down her chin. Just as she pulls away from her
spent cum-sicle, the older man fires his copious load
all over Veronica's awesome ass.
Veronica remembers how intensely her cunt had ached for
additional attention once she discovered that she had an
audience - and a very appreciative one, at that!
Next, the teen succubus is astride the younger guy's
face. Her legs are spread apart in a full split. She
could gaze right into his eyes, if she were looking
down. Instead she's fixed a wide-eyed mock-innocent gaze
upon the older man standing above her. Her luscious
mouth is open, clearly waiting to suck his limp python
back to life.
Apparently, there was plenty of vigor left in the old
fucker. Once his pistol is again packing heat, Veronica
lifts her lovely legs up in the air with her feet
crossed to offer a devastating display of her glistening
naked quim for his lecherous delectation. Next,
stretching her legs wide open, Veronica pulls her pussy
lips apart. Her gaping cunt proves to be an irresistible
inducement.
The younger stud, now standing, is intently looking on,
savagely spanking his monkey. The older guy, who was
just as viciously polishing his own pole, now realizes
that drilling his dick into this young inviting slut
will take the edge off a hell of a lot better.
In the following shot, Veronica is on her back. The
older guy is forcing her legs apart as he rams his
massive rod into her sopping slot. Grandpa pulls out
just in time to blast a second messy load all over the
teenager's pretty pussy. At the same moment, the younger
guy unloads again, shooting his cream all over
Veronica's face and hair. The camera focuses in on the
radiantly ecstatic face of a thoroughly cum-drenched
teen slut.
In the final shots on the page, Veronica is topless but
wearing her belt of a skirt. She has pinned a young ball
boy against the north wall of the tennis court. His
shorts are pulled down to expose a very healthy erection
for a 13-year old kid. His cock is standing straight
out. Ever the slut, Veronica slams her slick glistening
cunt right onto the boy's prominent poker as she boldly
stares right into his eyes.
Naturally, this mercilessly brazen act makes the
youngster blow his load immediately. The poor kid's eyes
roll back into his head. It's hard to tell if he is even
conscious anymore. Veronica mugs lewdly at the camera as
thick globs of virgin spunk drip out of her still
stuffed slot.
Veronica recalls her surprise at just how quickly the
kid was able to recover. Veronica had been so worked up,
that her greedy cunt ended up squeezing two more massive
eruptions from her helpless teen stud in less than 15
minutes. If the poor guy hadn't have collapsed from
severe loss of fluid, she could have fucked him until
his dick fell off.
Devilishly, Veronica pauses for a few moments to allow
her daddy to drink in every cock-draining detail of the
obscene action taking place on the page. Finally, she
closes the deadly fuck book and sets it aside.
"So, now that you've seen all the evidence, Daddy, what
are you going do?" Veronica demands.
After a very long pause, Jim gains some measure of
control over the lava boiling at the base of his cock.
"Well honey, I ..."
Mercifully, Veronica interrupts. "I'm sorry Daddy, but
you really don't look so good. My lord, you must be on
fire because you're sweating so hard. Maybe you'd better
go upstairs and cool off your, um, face. Billy's
punishment can wait until later. I'm much more concerned
about you." Veronica recites with quite convincing
sincerity.
But Jim's erection hasn't subsided in the least. He is
quite reluctant to get up. He knows there's no way in
hell that he can conceal his monster boner from his
daughter. "I can't let Ronnie see me like this! But what
if she were teasing me deliberately? No, it still
wouldn't matter. I'm her father; and a father is not
supposed to have lusty feelings about his daughter,
especially such an unholy desire to fuck her senseless."
"Look Daddy, I knew full well that showing you my photos
was a bit risqu. After all, you're obviously a healthy
red-blooded male. It's understandable that you might
have gotten a little, um, excited. Believe me, I won't
be offended. So, get up and go! Now!"
Immediately, Jim bolts up from the sofa and flies up the
stairs. Yet, despite her little speech, Veronica is
still dumfounded by the shear enormity of the tent in
her father's trousers.
Once Daddy is safely out of the room, Veronica turns her
attention to the unfinished 'business' between her and
her pervert brother. Even though her cunt is on fire
from the particularly shameless way she's teased her
father, Veronica's top priority is teaching Billy a
lesson that he won't soon forget.
"Let's see. My naughty little photo show should provoke
poor Daddy to grunt out at least one monster man-load.
And my sneaky little lap dance might possibly inspire
another. The clean up alone [Veronica suppresses a
wicked giggle at just how much of a mess she expects
Daddy to make] will take a while. Plus immediately
afterward, he's going to need a long nap, to recover.
That should give me more than enough time to polish off
little Billy."
"Okay, pimple-face, Daddy's going to be 'busy' for a
while. It's your turn now," Veronica declares, with more
than a touch of malice in her voice. "I'll just let you
stew while I change into something a bit more
'provocative'. In the meantime, you might want to
contemplate all the vile and disgusting things I'm going
to do to you.
"Oh, before I forget, I'll need to gag you, for your own
protection, of course."
Billy starts to yell for help, but Veronica quickly
silences him with a punch to his stomach and a hand over
his mouth. "Listen up, acne-face! You will be quiet, or
I'm gonna get very violent! Understand?!"
Billy sobs quietly while his sister gags him with a
handkerchief.
"Now that's much better, isn't it?!" Veronica smirks.
She gives her now silent brother a final dressing down
before heading to her room. "Another pathetic erection,
already?! Christ, I've seen hamsters with larger dicks
than yours! So what are you fantasizing about now, Billy
- my slutty cock-milking or my gaping dripping snatch?
Jeez, you're a sick little creep! Well, we'll just take
care of that right now!"
Veronica grabs a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen,
and proceeds to wind it at least a dozen times tightly
around Billy's groin. "Now, you won't be able to spurt
at all. Not even if I torture you with my sluttiest
antics. Even if I stroked your hamster cock until the
sap boiled in your balls, you still couldn't cum. But we
don't even need to go there, since that's never going to
happen. I'd die before touching your sickening little
worm. Ta ta, hamster boy!"
Poor Billy finds himself left alone in the living room
with no way to call for help and absolutely no way to
relieve the building tension in his balls. His arousal
is literally intense enough to render him unconscious.
Billy's sole wish at this point is to be able to go to
his room, lock the door, and jerk himself into next
week.
His slutty sister's nasty fuck shots have already made
him yank himself so fiercely that he nearly wore the
skin off. Even after two crippling climaxes, the boy is
still in desperate need of relief. And that's the least
of his problems.
First and foremost is Veronica herself. Billy's
absolutely terrified of what his vindictive sister might
do. "Will she mangle my pecker or just whack it really
hard? She could also put me in a dress, take pictures,
and plaster them all over my school! Oh God, what if she
puts up posters of me as I am now, wearing nothing but
my undies and with my hands tied behind my back!?"
From past experience Billy has learned to rule out
nothing when it comes to his diabolical sister. The only
sure thing for Billy is that his life, as he now knows
it, is over.
His other problem is Dad. Billy has no idea whatsoever
what his father will do to him. "Oh God, the horrible
shame of being led around by my pee-pee! Yeah, Dad will
definitely have a field day with that! Christ, I'll
never live this down!" Even though Billy has a real good
idea what his dad is up to now (how could the guy help
himself!). he realizes it might dampen much of his
father's impending fury, but not all of it. Now, though,
all he can do is wait (and whimper).
After a virtual eternity for Billy, Veronica emerges
from her room. A mere 15 minutes has elapsed. What Billy
witnesses when she struts into the living room nearly
does cause him to pass out.
Veronica is wearing black high heels, fishnet stockings,
and an extremely short and tight rubber nurse's outfit,
complete with white cap. The obscene outfit doesn't even
cover her bald pouting pussy, as her crotchless fishnets
make sinfully clear! Veronica's luscious boobs spill
almost completely out of the low-cut bodice. In his
wildest dreams, even on late night cable, Billy has
never witnessed anything so intensely slutty. Had his
sister not bound his cock so tightly he would have
creamed his shorts for sure.
"Hey there pervert! I'm the naughty nurse, and I'm gonna
make your temperature rise until your balls explode.
Just remember, no splashing my nasty rubber uniform!"
Veronica viciously teases.
Veronica then proceeds to seriously work her deadly
charms. "If you liked my gaping snatch before, then
you're gonna simply love this, pervert!" she taunts.
Veronica now straddles an armchair with her legs spread
wide open while she pulls her labia apart with her
fingers. She has positioned her cunt to show Billy
absolutely everything. After several minutes of
fingering herself and stretching her holes in almost
every imaginable configuration, Veronica is ready to
move on.
"Billy, I'm so goddamned wet, a donkey's cock would
slide right in!"
Veronica teases. "But since you're a little ... tied-up,
and far too puny anyway, I'll have to take care of it
myself"
Still straddling the chair, Veronica now spends a good
10 minutes vigorously fingering and fisting herself to
multiple thunderous climaxes. "Oh that feels so goddamn
good!" she screams, momentarily forgetting all about her
father. Yet, there's been no indication that Jim has
even left the bathroom. "Daddy must surely be passed out
by now," she smirks.
From the pitiful moans filling the room, Veronica knows
that Billy's balls are pumping like crazy, but there's
nowhere for the sap to flow. The frustration must be
driving the little fuck insane.
"Billy, don't you wish that your tiny pencil were up my
snatch instead?" she taunts. "On second thought, maybe
the little guy would feel more at home (if you catch my
drift) up my ass!"
After that Veronica lubes up a giant plastic dildo
painted like a thermometer and shoves it up her snatch.
She feverishly works the dildo-thermometer in and out of
her pleasure hole for quite some time. Several more
powerful climaxes ensue. By the time she's done,
Veronica's free flowing love juices have thoroughly
coated her nasty toy.
"Oh Billy dear, would you believe that my latest stud,
Tariq, is even bigger than this dildo? That horse-hung
fucker really stuffs me, which is something no woman (or
man) will ever say about you! By the way, if you ever
mention Tariq to Daddy, I will kill your ass, plain and
simple. No one will even miss you! Got that?!"
Wearily, Billy manages to nod his head in assent.
Sexually frustrated beyond belief, he is just moments
away from collapse.
Once her 'work' here is completed, Veronica counts on
getting well and truly fucked by Tariq. The well-hung
stud is more than equipped to give Veronica the vicious
dicking she so desperately craves right now.
Twenty-two, dark, handsome, virile, and built like a
Brahma bull, Tariq is the latest in Veronica's long list
of hunky older lovers. Veronica is especially fond of
this one, primarily since he's been able to fuck her
senseless for hours on end. Since meeting at the mall
nearly two weeks ago [Tariq is with mall security],
they've fucked each other's brains out almost every
afternoon.
Tariq's stamina is phenomenal, something the oversexed
Veronica truly appreciates. Somewhat of a sexual dynamo
herself, Veronica has gone through lovers as often as
she buys new underwear. After a mere week or so, their
ability to fuck peters off dramatically. Nearly all end
up pleading sexual exhaustion (or something pathetically
similar). Once that happens, though, the guy is history.
Veronica simply will not tolerate a man who can't
produce wood. Her fondest hope now is that Tariq's
nuclear-powered cock not flag anytime soon, at least not
before she finds somebody else.
"Well, enough pleasure. It's now time for some pain.
Guess where I'm going to shove this [the dildo] now,
Billy?" Veronica menacingly informs him.
Mercifully, Veronica only jams the lubed rod up Billy's
asshole a couple of times. The tears streaming down his
face are simply too much for her. Tinged ever so
slightly with remorse, she offers to grind her snatch up
against him for a few minutes. "Don't get your hopes up,
brat! I'm still not going to untie you, and neither am I
unwrapping you." Veronica warns.
Unfortunately, Veronica gets so into grinding her slimy
snatch against the slick plastic wrap that she abandons
herself completely to the shear pleasure of it. As the
nastiest fuck talk imaginable spews from his sister's
mouth amidst her constant groans of ecstasy, it proves
to be too much for the hyper-aroused, hyper-frustrated
boy. Billy passes out.
"Darn, my fun's just about over! Only a few more things
to wrap up," Veronica notes to herself. "But first I'd
better snap a few incriminating photos. Never know when
a big sister might need some 'insurance'."
Veronica darts into her room. She grabs a camera, a
knee-length frilly dress [a hideous gift from Grandma
that she's vowed never to wear], a tube of red lipstick,
and some high-heeled pumps. Returning to the living room
Veronica carefully unwinds the plastic wrap from Billy's
groin and unties his hands.
Next she skillfully maneuvers his lifeless form into the
dress. Veronica stifles a snicker after she forces the
high heels onto Billy's bare feet. "Oh, don't you look
pretty!" she tells him. Finally she removes Billy's gag
in order to smudge a thick swath of lipstick around his
mouth.
She snaps several pictures of Billy wearing the
incriminating outfit in a variety of embarrassing body
positions. For the last few shots, Veronica grabs a
spray bottle from the kitchen, and meticulously soaks
the area where the dress covers Billy's crotch. "What a
naughty girl am I!" she giggles as she snaps the last
shot.
"Just a few more things to do. I hope he doesn't come to
before I'm done," Veronica prays.
Veronica carefully removes Billy's dress and high-heels,
and wipes away his lipstick. She re-ties Billy's hands
behind his back.
For her parting trick, Veronica dons some rubber gloves.
Stifling her own gag reflex, she strokes Billy's still
erect cock through his underwear until it violently
spurts. The sordid affair doesn't take more than a
minute or so. Amazingly, a muffled grunt of pleasure
emerges from the still unconscious boy.
"Pervert!" she snaps, as she leaves her younger brother
just like that. "Well, I sure wouldn't want to be you
when Daddy comes downstairs and sees your cum stain!"
Veronica laughs.
Veronica quickly cleans up. She briefly considers
changing clothes for her date with Tariq, then decides
against it. From her brother's response alone, she has a
sneaking suspicion just how effectively this particular
outfit is going to work with Tariq.
Satisfied that her 'work' is complete, Veronica leaves
the following note for Daddy on the entry hall table
- - - - - -
Dear Daddy,
I almost forgot that I'd promised to study at the
library with a friend. Will be back by dinner.
Luv you,
Ronnie.
PS Hope you're feeling better.
PPS Please make sure that Billy doesn't go back into my
room after my other 'private' photo albums [they're in
my bottom dresser drawer].
- - - - - - - -
"Poor Daddy!" Veronica laughs. "He's going to be
critically 'drained' by the time I get back. I'd better
bring back plenty of goodies to replenish his 'vital
fluids'."
Flushed with anticipation of Tariq's furious fucking,
Veronica skips out the front door, hops in her brand new
VW Jetta coupe [Daddy is so sweet to her], and speeds
away.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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