Chapter 27: Michelle
Since that first day Jeff had me eat Michelle (a first for me!) she has been acting schizophrenic around me. On some occasions, she treated me like the toy I was. On others, she seemed more frightened about me. Or perhaps it was not Michelle that was schizophrenic, maybe I acted differently. Sometimes I was the meek, submissive fuck toy. At other times I teased her and implied that I would do things that she might not want done. Whichever way it was, I enjoyed keeping her off balance.
The second time that we got together, I was sitting in Jeff's living room when Michelle walked in.
"Jeff, I'm horny!" she said. "Can I use your toy?"
"Sure," Jeff said, not looking up from the book he was reading. "Just leave your door open so I can check on her later."
We were hanging out, and Jeff just let me be borrowed like I was a dildo, a piece of plastic to be passed from person to person.
"And clean her off when you're done," he told Michelle, driving the image home in my mind.
Michelle crooked her finger at me with a sexy grin. I got up, and she grabbed my hand when I got close to her and she dragged me up to her room. She threw me onto her bed. She slipped her panties off from under her skirt, jumped on the bed and straddled my head. She rubbed her pussy across my face, and started fucking me. That is the only way I could describe it. I had my tongue out, and I kept swiping at her, but she moved her hips around, moving however felt best for her.
She rode my face for about ten minutes, and when she came she slammed down on my mouth, cutting off my air. I was starting to worry about asphyxiating when she fell off to the side. She lay there for a few minutes, then she got up, pulled me off the bed and took me to the bathroom. She got a washcloth wet and cleaned my face up, then took my hand and led me back downstairs.
"Thanks, I'm done with her," she said, and she walked out of the room. Jeff was still buried in his book, and I just stood there, my place as a toy solidified. I was wondering if Jeff had set that up as I slipped my hand into my pants and quickly made myself cum.
A few weeks later, I was at home when there was a knock on my back door. I slipped on my robe - there was always one hanging by the door - and peered outside. I opened the door when I saw that it was Michelle.
"Jeff's not here," I told her.
"That's OK," she told me, reaching up to stroke my face. "I just came to play with his toy."
"Come in," I said. I closed the door behind her and slipped my robe off, rehanging it by the door.
Michelle started reaching for me, but I held her off. "Jeff's not here, and I'm not sure if it's OK for you to just come over and play."
"Of course it's OK," she said.
"That's easy for you to say!" I told her. "Whose ass do you think will take the consequences if you're wrong?" I turned and showed her my ass which was still black and blue as a consequence of a previous chastisement.
"But I'm horny!" Michelle whined.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll take care of you, but you have to make it worth the risk."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You have to follow the house rules, and this time, I pleasure you my way!" I told her.
"What are the house rules?" she asked.
"No woman in this house is allowed to wear clothes," I told her. "You have to take them off, leave them by the door, and you can't put them back on until you leave. Do you agree?"
"Who's home?" she asked.
"Just me for now," I said. "My mother will probably be home before you go home, though."
"Won't she object?" Michelle asked.
"She's part of this household," I told her. "She follows the rules."
Michelle was surprised. "Does Jeff fuck her?" she asked breathlessly.
"Not yet," I told her, "but it would not be my place to complain if he does."
"I told him when I heard about you, he is one damn lucky kid!" Michelle said.
"He is, but he makes the best of his luck," I told her, and then I started unbuttoning her shirt. She pushed me away and undressed herself, folding her clothes and putting them in a neat pile on the counter near the door.
When she was naked, I took her hand and walked her upstairs to my room. I put her down on my bed, and kissed her gently on her lips. I had done things to her before, but I was determined that she would do me as well. Since I wasn't sure that she would simply agree, I thought I'd get her so worked up that she would do anything for me.
I slowly kissed down her body, exploring her body for the first time. She had very nice tits. Mine were nice, but I wished they were just a little bigger, just the size that Michelle's were. It was clear that they were very sensitive as well; as I nibbled on them Michelle began moaning and breathing hard.
I worked her up, but I did not let her get too close. Then I kissed down her body and spread her legs. The previous two times with Michelle I had not had a chance to see her pussy clearly. The first time, my head was under a blanket, and the second time her pussy was pushed into me, my head under her skirt. This time I took my time to look more closely.
Her pussy was a little different from mine. My clit stood out proudly, and my lips hung down a little. Her pussy was self contained. Her clit was hidden in its pouch, and nothing I did could make it come out. Her pussy lips were also small and closed up, though they expanded a bit as they got wet and puffy. I also savored her taste, deciding that while I preferred the taste of a guy's cum, there was nothing objectionable about pussy juice. A good thing, too, since I suspect that Jeff would not leave me to just do guys.
I started licking her slowly, and as I did so, I swung my legs over her stomach so that she had a view of my ass and cunt. I worked her higher and higher, but every time she started getting close I backed off.
"Why are you teasing me?" she whined. "Just make me cum!"
"Well," I said teasingly, interspersing my words between licks on her clit, "maybe it's because I am not that excited. Maybe if I were closer to a cum I would be working harder." I wiggled my ass towards her as I said it.
"But I don't do girls!" she complained.
"Neither did I, until I did you," I told her. She didn't respond, and I brought her even closer before backing off. I felt her hands on my ass, so this time I brought her closer and held her there.
"I can't," she moaned as I moved my pussy closer to her face. I moved my knees over her shoulders, and I knew that she was staring into my dripping pussy; I could feel her breath on my lips. I slipped a finger inside her and her breathing got even hotter and faster. I held the finger just inside of her and I held my tongue just on her clit, then I stopped moving.
Michelle's breathing was coming in pants now, and she finally groaned and picked her head up, swiping my wet pussy with her tongue. As soon as she did that I sank my finger deep into her and started licking her seriously, but after about five seconds I stopped.
I waited, and then she grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy down onto her mouth. She started licking me furiously, and I let her do so for about half a minute before I went back to dining on her. I was close, but she was closer, and less than a minute of work had her going over the edge. As she started cumming I pulled one of my fingers out of her pussy and pushed it into her little asshole.
"No!" she screamed, but I kept up my assault and she kept cumming. When she was finished, I pulled my fingers out, but kept licking lightly on her pussy.
During her orgasm, Michelle had stopped licking me. Now that she was done, I was curious what she would do. That was soon answered as she grabbed my ass again and pulled me down to her mouth. With just a few minutes of effort on her part, I was cumming gloriously. When I was all finished, I rolled off and lay next to her, kissing her lips lightly.
"That was a nasty trick," she said.
"And pulling me into your room and using my face as a dildo wasn't?" I asked.
She giggled and said, "I thought you'd enjoy that."
"Did Jeff put you up to that?" I asked.
"Nope, but when I told him later what I had done with you, he said I had done it perfectly," she told me.
"You did," I said. "It was completely humiliating to be used like that. I loved it."
We kissed some more and I said, "You have to stay for dinner."
"OK," she said. After a moment of thought, however, she asked, "Won't your mother be there?"
"Yup," I confirmed. "It will be the three of us."
"And I can't wear clothes?" she asked.
"Nope," I told her. "But you already agreed, so no backing out!"
Eventually we went downstairs to start making dinner. "It feels weird romping around with no clothes on!"
"Weird, but nice," I told her. "Actually, now it feels weird being dressed while I'm at home."
She laughed and we continued to prepare. I was turned away from her when she asked, "Did Jeff really hit you hard enough to leave those bruises?"
"Mmmmm Hmmmmm," I replied contentedly. "He beat my ass soundly. It was great!"
"You really enjoyed it?" she asked.
"Very much," I told her.
She shook her head. "I don't get it," she said.
"Don't knock it till you try it," I told her.
"I've been hurt before," she told me, "and it never felt good, and it never felt sexual."
"Well then, you are probably completely normal," I told her. "It's not for everyone, and I've spoken to my mother about it. She told me not to be ashamed of how I feel, but not to expect that others feel the same way, or that they could ever understand me. My attitude is live and let live. You don't complain about me wanting my ass whipped, and I won't complain about you not wanting it."
"Sounds fair," she said. "Does your mother know what you are into?"
"Yup. After all, it would be a bit hard for me to hide it," I said, gesturing to my ass.
"Good point," she said. "She doesn't mind?"
"No, she understands," I told her. "She is a lot like me."
"Really?" Michelle asked interestedly. That line of questioning was cut off, however, as the door opened and my mother walked in.
Michelle shrieked and tried to hide behind the dishtowel that she had in her hand. Mom just said, "Oh, hi Michelle. Are you staying for dinner?" and she started removing her clothes.
When Mom was naked, Michelle put down the dishtowel and said, "I guess that was a bit silly of me."
"That's OK," my mom said. "You were startled. But your body is lovely, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You didn't answer me, are you staying for dinner?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Miller, ummm, yes I'm staying," Michelle said weakly.
"Given that we are all standing around with no clothes, I think you can call me Jess," Mom said.
"OK," Michelle said.
"Hey, I don't have any clothes on either, how come I can't call you Jess," I asked.
"You can," she replied with a smile.
"Really?" I asked. I was surprised at that.
"Do you want to?" Mom asked.
I thought about it a minute, then I said, "I guess not."
"Good," Mom said with a smile. She went upstairs to get freshened up and put away her clothes.
Michelle and I finished setting the table and we sat down to eat. Just after we started, the back door opened and Jeff walked in.
"Hi, Jeff!" I called out. Michelle shrieked and tried hiding behind the table.
"You're doing it again, dear," Mom told Michelle.
Michelle blushed and sat back up. "Sorry, I was surprised again. I didn't know Jeff was coming over," she said.
"Hi, Michelle, I didn't know you were here," Jeff said with a smile. "I like your outfit!"
"Very funny," Michelle said, sticking her tongue out at Jeff. "I didn't know that you would be here. Your little fuck toy tricked me into it." As soon as she said that, she clapped her hand over her mouth and looked over at Mom. The expression on her face was priceless.
"That's OK, dear," Mom told Michelle. "I know that Rachel is Jeff's fuck toy. I even approve of it. You can feel free to discuss it in front of me. Rachel and I discuss her sex life openly."
"Yeah, I'm even going to tell her how you ate me to such a lovely orgasm while we 69'd," I piped in.
"Rachel!" Michelle hissed at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
"What, surely you don't think that I'd keep it a secret from Jeff!" I said. "I don't think that my poor ass could take what he would do if he thought I was hiding something from him." I looked over at Jeff and he was just smiling, enjoying the by-play.
"Fine!" Michelle said. She looked over at her brother and said, "I was horny, and I came over to play with your toy. She convinced me to strip, then she took me upstairs and drove me crazy until I had to agree to eat her. Then she convinced me to have dinner with her so that she could show me off to my own brother. Happy?"
"Very," Jeff said. Michelle sat back, a lovely red glow covering her face, neck and chest.
We all went back to eating, and in a very short period of time, Michelle was back to normal, seemingly oblivious or at least uncaring that she was naked in front of her brother.
Since I am not one to leave well enough alone, I decided to escalate a little bit. I got up to refill Jeff's glass and when I returned, I 'accidentally' spilled the glass. I ran to get a towel to mop the table up, and just as I finished, Jeff grabbed me and pulled me over his lap. As I had expected, he gave me a dozen good swats on the ass.
"Now go stand in the corner!" Jeff said when he was done. My ass glowed and my face glowed as Michelle got to see my punishment. It no longer embarrassed me to have it done in front of my mother, but having it done in front of Michelle brought back those delicious feelings. I suspect that I did not fool Jeff, and that a more major punishment for using him like that would be in my near future. I couldn't wait.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Michelle for her reaction. She was a bit shocked, and I noticed that she was much more careful about how she ate after she saw my punishment.
After about five minutes Jeff told me to sit down and eat the rest of my meal. I sat back down next to Michelle, albeit gingerly, and squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
We were about to start cleaning the table when I saw my mother intentionally knock a glass over onto the floor. Jeff crooked his finger, and my mother walked over and spread herself across Jeff's lap. I watched Michelle's face, and she was shocked as Jeff started whaling on Mom's ass. Jeff gave my mother at least twenty strokes. When he was done, she was breathing heavily, and Jeff asked, "Do you want it?"
"Oh, yes," my mother groaned, and Michelle expressed more shock as Jeff wormed his fingers into Mom's dripping pussy. He stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy about twenty times, and then he shoved his thumb up her ass, causing her to scream and cum. When she was done, he stood her up and said, "In the corner, Jess."
My mom went to stand in the corner, and Jeff stood up to start cleaning the table. I pulled Michelle up and we helped him clean. When the table was cleaned up, Michelle told Jeff, "Have I mentioned what a lucky son of a bitch you are?"
Jeff smiled and went over to Mom. He whispered something in her ear, and she left the room. Then he turned to Michelle and said, "So did you enjoy your orgasm with Rachel?"
Michelle blushed again and said, "Yes, I did!"
"So you and Rachel came earlier today, and we all know that Jess just came. I guess I am the only one that hasn't cum today. I intend to change that now!"
With that pronouncement, he grabbed Michelle and sat her down in a chair. Then he took me around the table and bent me over the table so that my head was pointing to Rachel, and he started getting undressed.
As Jeff was undressing, I saw my mother come back into the room behind Michelle. My eyes got wide when I saw the strap-on dildo that she was wearing. Michelle noticed that I was looking at something just a moment too late. My mother was on her, and she grabbed her and laid her across the table as well, so that her head was right near mine. I grabbed her head and kissed her just as Jeff pushed his cock into me. I felt Michelle stiffen as Mom pushed her cock into Michelle. And then we were off to the races.
Jeff's cock felt so good in me, and watching my mom pumping Michelle was heavenly. Michelle kissed me, then said, "I can't (gasp) believe (grunt) that I am being fucked (wheeze) by your mother (grunt) in front of my brother! (groan) This is so depraved. You got me into this, you slut! (moan)"
"Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black!" I replied. "I may be a fuck toy and a skank, but don't try and con me, you slut! You're enjoying this as much as I am!"
And then I was cumming. Jeff just kept pumping, and I saw Michelle watching wide eyed as she saw me cumming from just inches away. As I came down I pulled Michelle in for a kiss.
Jeff and my mother kept pumping away, and I could feel myself starting back up the road to orgasm when Jeff pulled out and slammed his slimy cock into my ass. I screamed in pain and immediately started cumming again.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked.
"Your son of a bitch of a brother just shoved his telephone pole of a cock up my ass, that's what wrong!" I told her through the gritted teeth. I grabbed her head and kissed her again. "It feels wonderful. Shall I ask my mother to do the same for you?"
"Don't you dare!" she said. "I'm enjoying exactly what she is doing!" Then I saw my mom reach down and scoop her hands under Michelle's breasts. Michelle started coming quietly. There was none of that for me, though, as I felt Jeff's cock expanding and spitting cum up my ass, I screamed and came for the third time.
My mother and Jeff both slowed down and pulled out of us. Michelle and I just lay there as we tried to gather our breath. She pulled my head towards her again, kissed me gently, and said, "You can invite me over any time you'd like." I laughed and collapsed back onto the table.