Three Little Maids from School: by V.P. Viddler
1:
When my sister's boyfriend said he would give me Barbara for my
birthday, I thought he was kidding.
But now Tim said he had a present for me, and he took me into my
sister's room. and there was Barbara, lying on her bed, with her
arms and legs tied to the bedposts.
She had on a skirt and blouse, but she was spread so tightly
that all of her was outlined through the clothing. When she saw me,
she began to shake her head wildly and pull at her ropes.
"Tim, for god's sake, you can't do this to me!" she cried.
"Why not?" Tim said. "It's Danny's birthday and I'm giving him
you for a night. She's all yours, kid. Do anything you want.
There's nothing she can do about it. Have fun." and Tim left.
I was shaking with lust and joy as I approached my oldler
sister. Again she struggled against her bonds, but it only made her
taut, thrusting breasts quiver and roll. She gave up then. She was
panting a bit. Her eyes widened as I came toward her.
"Danny," she said pleadingly. "Danny, don't--don't do anything
you'll be sorry for, okay?"
"Tim said I could do anything I want," I said.
"Danny, look--I'm your sister. You--you wouldn't want to hurt
your own sister."
I sat on the bed. Barbara shrank away, but she couldn't go far.
"You hurt me lots of times," I said. "You're always insulting me.
I couldn't do anything about it. But now--"
"I-I'm sorry, Danny," Barbara babbled. "Really, I'm so sorry,
I'll make it up to you, Danny, please, I'm sorry..."
My cock was hard. I was panting. I could do what I wanted.
"I always wanted to see your body," I said.
"No! Danny, no. You can't--"
"I can," I said. "I can see you naked, Barbara. I can just take
all your clothes off and see you all naked."
"Danny, I'm your sister. It's wrong, Danny."
I was watching her. Her breasts went up and down, up and down
against her shirt with her rapid breathing. Barbara saw where I was
looking, and it made her squirm.
"Oh, god," I said. "I'm going to touch you, Barbara. I'm going
to touch your body."
"No. No, Danny--" But I put my hand on her breast. It was so
soft and good. I rubbed it. Barbara moaned and turned her face
away.
"Look at me, Barbara," I said, and I rubbed harder. Barbara
looked at me. She had tears in her eyes. I looked at her and rubbed
both breasts and felt them. "I want to see them," I said. "I'm
going to open your shirt now."
"Please," Barbara cried. "Please, Danny, don't do this to me."
I felt so fantastic. I began unbuttoning the shirt, slowly, from
top to bottom. Barbara sobbed. She had no bra on or anything.
Barbara tried to twist her spread-out body as I pulled the shirt
open. What fantastic, firm tits! I couldn't stop myself from
putting my mouth down on them. I sucked at them and bit the hard
pink nipples. Barbara was sobbing hard now.
"Shut up," I said. "Shut up, Barbara. I want to look at your
legs now."
Barbara would have kicked my balls if her legs hadn't been tied
tautly apart. But she couldn't do anything as I pushed her skirt
up, all the way up, high up over her knees and her thighs. I forced
it up the tops of her long, curving thighs to her waist, and she
wasn't wearing underpants. My sexy big sister was lying naked for
me, and I playhed with her legs for a while. And then I got up and
began to undress.
"No!" Barbara shouted. "Danny--no--don't, for god's sake, Danny,
please--"
Naked I came forward. "Oh, Barbara," I said. "I have to do it to
you." And I lay down on top of my sister.
God, it was fabulous to have her hard but squashy breasts
rolling against me, and her twitching, squirming, writhing hips
bumping mine, and her struggling thighs and her long, luscious,
crazy wriggling body under me. She screamed as I put my cock inside
her, screamed loudly and then sobbed and sobbed as I began to fuck.
"Good, Barbara," I said. "Oh, so good, so nice, Barbara. I'm
doing it to you, I'm fucking my big sister Barbara, you're all
naked and crying and I'm fucking you, fucking you--"
"I-I'll...kill you..." Barbara gasped. "I'll kill you, Danny
...ohh...oh don't...ahh...ahhh...aaahh..."
"You like it!" I said.
"No! Stop it!"
"No! You like it!"
"I don't...aahhh...Danny...oohh goddd..."
"Now, sis. Now!"
"AAAAAIIIIHHH!" And Barbara's body spasmed and rocked and
spasmed again.
I don't know how, but I pulled out of her then and crawled up to
her face. "Open your mouth," I said.
"NNN!" She turned away. I hit her. I hit her again. Sobbing, she
turned back and opened her mouth. I put my cock in it. "NNNGGGHHH!"
"Suck it, sis. Suck it and I'll shoot in your mouth."
"UUNNNGGGHH!"
"Suck it, sis, yes, that's it, that's right, sister Barbara,
suck it and swallow my come, you dirty naked bitch whore slut, suck
it, sis, now sis, now drink it, sis NOWWW..."
2:
I sat down in a chair and waited until she stopped crying. I
didn't mind; the crying did interesting things to her body, and
made her round breasts bounce and roll. Then I said, "What are you
crying for, Barbara? You liked it fine at the finish there."
"Oh, you filth!" Barbara gasped. "I hate you. Go away!"
"No way," I said. "I'm staying, sis. I've got all night with
you, you know."
"Danny. For god's sake. Untie me."
"Why?"
"Oh, please, Danny. You--you had your fun, you got your kicks
with me, didn't you? Let me go now."
"But I'm not finished with you, Barb," I said. "Tim gasve you to
me for all night. And I'll bet I can think of all kinds of things
I'd like to do."
"No," Barbara said. "No more, Danny. No."
"God, you're a sexy bitch," I said.
"Danny. Please. Untie me. Just--just untie my arms and legs,
okay? Please, Danny."
"Why should I?"
"It hurts, Danny. It hurts a lot. Oh, come on, do it, Danny. It
hurts so much, I can't stand it any longer."
"Unnh-unnh," I said. "I want you right there so I can get at
you."
"Listen--I'll stay here, I won't try to run away, I promise,
okay? Just loosen the ropes, okay? Please?"
"I don't trust you," I said.
"Oh, god!"
"Anyway," I said, "I like you that way. It's so sexy and
exciting, the way your body is all stretched out. It plulls your
legs so tight the muscles push out against your skin. And your big
round titties push up so high and firm--"
"Oh stop! You filthy boy!"
"Don't call me names, Barbara. That's not nice. Tell me you
didn't mean it."
I saw her swallow. "I-I'm sorry," she said slowly. "I-I didn't
mean it, Danny."
"Good. And when you try to pull against the ropes, your long
luscious body squirms and twists and wriggles until I want to fuck
you to death."
Barbara started to cry again, and then stopped. "Danny--if you
let me go I'll be good to you. Okay? I'll be so nice, you'll like
it, Danny, I promise."
I got up and went to the bed and sat down. "Barb, you're a
liar," I said, and deliberately I put my hand on her tit again.
Barbara bit her lip. I squeezed the breast hard. Very hard.
Barbara's body thrashed.
"Aahh! No! Danny, don't, stop, oh god, stop!"
I let her go.
"Don't," she sobbed. "Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me!"
"God, what I'd like to do to you, sis," I said. "I want to fuck
you again, and fuck your mouth again, too. And--"
"No!"
"Yeah. But that's not all I could do if I wanted to. You can't
stop me, sis. For instance, I think it would be a kick and a half
to call up a few of my friends and invite them over. Why should I
have all the fun?"
"No!" Barbara screamed. "For god's sake, no, Danny, you can't,
oh no, you can't!" And she twisted against the ropes again. I
watched her tits until she stopped.
"If you don't want that," I said, "you better be ultra-nice to
me, Barb. I'm not kidding, now. You have to do anything I say. You
got that?"
"Y-yes, Danny," she whimpered. "I-I will. I-I'll be good."
I ran my hands over her. All over her body. Slowly. Lingeringly.
Barb lay still and took it.
"Okay," I said, and lay down on top of her again. I loved
hearing her gasp when the ropes cut into her skin. I lay all my
weight on her shaking, pain-filled body. "I'm going to kiss you,
sis. And I want you to kiss me back. Real sexily. You understand?"
"I--Y-yes--"
"Do it right. I want you to put your tongue in my mouth and make
it a really exciting kiss. Okay?"
"Ohh...you...I...yesssss..."
"You sweet bitch," I said, and I put my mouth on hers. Slowly,
hesitatingly, her tongue pushed out to touch mine. Her soft lips
opened against my lips, and her trembling tongue slid into my
mouth. I kissed her and kissed her, and her obedient tongue probed
and tasted in my mouth, and my cock got hard as a rock.
I broke the kiss. "I want you now," I said.
"Untie me," Barb said.
"I'd like to untie just your legs and make you wrap your thighs
around me as I fuck you," I said. "But also I like the way they're
pulled so tight and straining."
"But I hurt so bad."
"Take this," I said, and shoved my cock up her cunt. She howled,
and again I lost myself in the lustful joy of straining legs and
twisting torso and twitching hips and firm, squirming breasts.
"You long, luscious sex bunny," I rasped. "You're a dirty slut.
Right, Barb? Right? Say it, Barb. Say, yes, Danny, I am a dirty
slut. Come on. Say it! Or I'll bring all the guys on the block in
here to fuck your slut's body. Say it!"
Barbara was crying and gasping. "Ohhh...ooohh...god...I-I-I
am...I am...a dirty--s-s-slut," she sobbed.
"Right. And you love to fuck your brother. Say that."
"Danny--"
"Say it!" I thrust at her brutally.
"Aaahh! I...aahh...I-I l-l-love...oohh...t-to f-fuck...unnhh
...m-my brother--"
"Take it. Take this, sis. And now say, I want your cock in my
slut's mouth again. Now!"
"AAAIIIIEEE! AGGHH! I-I want...ohh Jesus, I'm...I w-want your
c-c-cock...No, oh no, I can't, I'm going to...I--yes! I want your
cock ohh goddd in my s-s-slut's mouth--again! Fuck me!"
"Fuck my sister. Fucking my naked bitch sister!"
"Oh, fuck your sister ahh whore slut cocksucking sister ahh noww
oh Danny--"
"SIS YOU SHIT--"
"KILL ME AAIIIIIII..."
3:
"Let me go now, Danny," Barbara said. She sounded exhausted.
"No," I said.
"For god's sake, it's killing me," Barb said. "My wrists hurt so
bad. And I have to go to the bathroom. Please, Danny. I hurt all
over."
"But you look so nice and helpless all spread out and
straining," I said.
"You bastard," Barb said, and right away she got scared. "I take
it back," she said swiftly. "I'm sorry, Danny. Please untie me,
I'll be good, I'll do anything you want, okay? I'm yours for the
night, just let me loose. I beg you. You want to hear me beg? I'm
begging you, Danny, I'lm really begging, I'll do anything, anything
at all, please...please..."
I said, "Anything?"
"Y-yes--what?"
"You tell me," I said. "What will you do?"
"Oh. Oh...I-I don't know...Just--"
"I'll tell you what I'd like," I said. "I'd like you to crawl
for me. Yes, crawl. Like a dog. It would just knock me out to watch
my snobby big sister crawling around naked in front of me. Would
you do that for me, Barbara?"
Barbara bit at her lip. Her eyes closed, and she nodded.
"Say it," I said.
"Danny--"
"I'll tell you what, sis. If you don't say that, I'll keep you
tied to that bed all night long. That's a promise."
"All right," she whispered finally.
"All right what? Come on."
"All right, I-I'll crawl for you. I'll crawl all you want.
Okay?"
"Great. Oh. One other thing, Barb."
"What?"
"I'm going to ask Tony to join us," I said.
I watched my sister with joy as she shook her head in horror.
"No. God, Dann, no. Please no. Anything but that. I can't do that,
I can't, please, Danny." I was silent. Barbara was frantic. "I'll
crawl for you, Danny. I'll crawl and grovel and--and kiss your
feet, okay? And you can use my body any way you want, and I'll suck
your cock, honest to god I'll suck you all night, Danny, as much as
you want, and I'll--"
"I know that, sis," I said. "And you'll do it for Tony, too."
Barbara was crying. I watched her breasts shaking as I went to
the phone and dialled. "Tony?" I said when he picked up. "Listen,
Tony. You know my big sister Barbara? Right, the stuck- up one. How
would you like to fuck her?" Barbara was rolling her head from side
to side and pulling blindly at the ropes. "No, I'm not kidding. On
the up and up, I swear. Yes, she's lying right here, on her bed,
all naked and ready. Okay--come on." I hung up.
Barbara was looking at me in horror. "If you do this," she said
brokenly, "I'll kill you, Danny. I swear I'll kill you."
"Bullshit," I said. "You'll do just what I say and that's all,
because if you make any trouble at all, Tim will give you to me for
as long as I want. You don't want that, Barbie. Do you?"
"No," she whispered.
"Right. I'm going to untie you now. But don't move until I say
you can. Is that clear?"
Barb nodded. I untied her wrists and ankles, but I made her stay
stretched out as she was while I ran my hands all over her body
again. She had to stay still and take it. Finally I let her up to
go to the bathroom. When she came out she had adjusted her clothes.
"Take them off," I said. "All off. Strip. Every stitch."
She did so, crying. And then I just kept her standing naked
until Tony knocked on the door.
I grinned at her. "Okay," I said. "Go let him in."
"I-I'm--"
"I know. Open the door for him."
"I--like---not like this!"
"Just like that."
"Danny!"
"Do it."
"No!" she cried. "No! I can't! Not--not naked, not like this,
Danny--"
"Do it, Barbara," I said.
"I-I can't, oh god I can't, no, please, oh don't make me, Danny,
please don't make me--"
"Do it."
"God, I hate you," Barbara said. "You lousy bastard, I hate
you."
"Do it," I said.
Barbara swallowed hard. Shaking, she moved to the door. With a
tiny moan, she forced herself to pull it open.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Tony said, coming in.
"Okay, Barb," I said. "Hands down. Let Tony see all of you."
"I hate you," Barbara hissed.
"Go down on your knees, sis. Crawl for us."
Barbara crawled, crawled and cried. Her breasts dangled and
swayed.
"Do you want to fuck this crawling bitch, Tony?" I said.
"God, yes!" Tony said.
"Barbara," I said. "Suck Tony's cock."
Soon I was watching my sister on all fours before my pal,
shaking and sobbing, her hair falling down as she slid her sexy
lips up and down his prick. I watched him come inside her mouth,
and I told her to swallow it, and she did. And then I got down
behind her and put my cock into her asshole, and fucked and fucked
her while Tony pulled her hair and mauled her tits and raped her
mouth and slapped her face and I made her come again and again and
again and she screamed and howled and yelled and shrieked and
whimpered and twisted and wriggled and writhed and squirmed and
thrashed and I told her I would piss on her and she lay back and
spread out and Tony and I pissed all over her and she drank it.
And Tim took her away.
4:
"Barbara has something to say to you," Tim said.
Barbara walked up to me and sank to her knees. "I humbly beg
your pardon for defying you," she said in a shaking voice. "I am a
disobedient slut, and I will unhesitatingly follow all your demands
from now on. Kindly do with my body as you wish. I am your docile
servant. I will do as you say, and I will allow my body to be used
by anyone you may stipulate. If I do not, I am a filthy bitch and
I will be horribly punished."
"Right," Tim said. "She's yours for a while, kid. I'm going
away. If she gives you any trouble at all, string her up by her
wrists and thrash her silly."
Tim left.
"I don't think I'll have to do that, will I, Barbara?" I said.
"No," she said quickly. "No, Danny. No."
"Okay," I said. "I'll tell you what you can do now. Go to the
phone and call up Tony and ask him--nicely--to come over and do
what he did last time. Will you do that, Barbara?"
"Yes, Danny," my sister said, in a voice so low I could hardly
hear it.
"Do it then."
Barbara got up from her knees and went to the phone and dialled.
"Tony? I--this--this is Barbara. Yes, Danny's s-sister.
That's--that's right. I--oh--I was--I have to ask you--"
"No," I said. "You WANT to ask him."
"I-I want to ask you...to...to come to my house and...and... and
d-do what you did last time..."
"You want him to fuck you, Barbara."
"I-I want you to f-fuck me--"
"
"And you want to suck his prick."
"And I-I-I w-want to--s-suck your p-p-prick...Ohh...Ohh..."
"Barbara," I said. "Tell him to bring some friends along."
She gasped sharply. "No!" she cried, but as I looked at her she
began to shake. "All right," she said hastily. "All right, Danny."
And into the phone she said unsteadily. "T-Tony? B-bring some
friends along. Yes. Oh, god..."
"Now," I said. "I'm not going to make you answer the door naked
this time, sis."
"Ohh, thank god..."
"Know why? Because I think all those guys will enjoy a little
strip-tease."
"Danny..."
"So you're going to wait till they're all here, and then you can
do a nice slow sexy strip for all of us."
"Danny..."
"What?" I said warningly.
"Yes, Danny," Barbara said.
So when they came (and Tony brought four other boys with him) I
made her take all her clothes off in front of us, very slowly and
sensuously and humiliatingly. It was such fun to see my sister
stripping, with tears running down her face. I had her take her
hair down, and it fell down practically to her ass. I liked seeing
it dragging on the ground when I made her crawl for us.
Then we had a contest to find out who could last longest as
Barbara sucked him off. On her knees. Tony won, and his prize was
to fuck her first.
He made her sit on top of him, moving up and down with his cock
inside her. I made her go very slowly, to heighten her shame and
degradation. Her round full breasts bounced and quivered, their
nipples hard with embarrassment. Until Tony put his hands on them
and began squeezing them as hard as he could, which made her long
luscious body squirm and writhe and jerk as she went up and down,
up and down on his prick until he shot his load up into her.
Then all the boys screwed her, over and over until Barbara was
crying and sobbing and begging for a halt. But we kept on and on,
fucking her all night long, in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. And
when all of us had drained our last drop, I told her to lay herself
out to be pissed on.
The boys all gathered around that spread-eagled, sobbing form,
and we inundated her with piss, first one at a time, then all at
once, pissing all over her body, pissing on breasts and legs and
hips and torso, pissing into her face, soaking her eyes asnd her
hair and nose and mouth. And I told her to open her mouth and take
it in, and we all pissed into her mouth, and I told her to swallow
it all down, and she swallowed and swallowed but choked in it and
gagged and we laughed.
Then the boys left, and as they were going I said, "Barbara, ask
the boys to come back tomorrow."
Sobbing, choking, shaking, Barbara did so.
"Who are you?" I said then.
"I am your loving sister," she whispered. "Your sister, your
slave. Your servant, your slut, your whore. I am your cocksucker
and ass-licker. I am your toy, your plaything."
"Crawl," I said, and she crawled for me, naked and bedraggled
and beautiful.
And I got the whip and she said, "Ohhh," and I was her master.
"Just once," I said, and slashed her breasts hard and listened
to the wonderful scream.
5:
Tony and I took Barbara out for a walk. Nobody could tell that
her hands were tied behind her back, because her light coat was
hung over her shoulders.
"God, this is exciting," Tony said. "Let's do something really
dirty with her."
"Okay," I said. "Sounds good to me. Okay with you, sis?"
Barbara was trying somehow to be inconspicuous, but it wasn't
easy, as she was wearing a tight sweater and a short skirt, and her
body was difficult to ignore. "I--yes, Danny," she said.
"Isn't she terrific?" I said. "So willing, so docile."
"But she hates it," Tony said.
"Oh, yes," I said. "That's the best part. Big sister hates every
minute of it. Don't you, sis?"
"I--"
"The truth, Barbara," I said warningly.
"Y-yes," Barbara whispered. "Yes, I do."
"But you'll do it anyway. Anything at all I tell you. Anything.
Right, sis?"
And Barbara said, "Yes, Danny."
"God," Tony said, "I love it!"
"What shall we do with this ass-licking slut?" I said.
"Why don't we take her someplace good and public and have her
make an ass of herself," Tony said.
"Okay. How about a restaurant? We can eat and humiliate Barbara
all at once."
We found a small and not too crowded but quite public restaurant
and got a table. Barbara and her tight, skimpy outfit attracted a
lot of attention. Tony and I ordered for all of us. Barbara had a
Coke. With a straw. Her face was bright red; she felt that all the
customers were staring at her and wondering about her hands, or
gaping at her out-thrust, straining breasts and her exposed and
naked thighs.
"Barb," I said, "I'm going to call the waiter over. I want you
to ask him if he would like you to suck his cock for him."
Barbara caught her breath. She shook her head involuntarily.
"D-Danny--"
"Barb," I said. "Say, yes, Danny, I will do just as you say."
"Danny, my god--"
"Sis. The whip is waiting," I said.
Barbara bit her lip. I saw her swallow. She was pale.
"Say it."
"Y-yes, D-Danny. I-I'll do just as you say."
"She's crying," Tony said.
I blotted her face. "Stop crying, sis. Right now." And I
signalled for the waiter, who approached.
"Yes, sir?"
"The lady wants to ask you something," I said.
The waiter could not stop himself from running his eyes hungrily
down Barbara's luscious body. "Yes, ma'am?"
Barbara swallowed. Her face was crimson and she was shaking.
"I--would you--would you l-like me to--"
"Go on, Barb," I said.
It stuck in her throat.
"My sister is tongue-tied," I said. "It's probably because her
hands are tied too." The waiter's mouth fell open. "What she wants
to ask you is if you would like her to suck your cock for you.
Isn't that right, Barb?"
"I-I--ohhh. Yes," Barb got out.
By now the waiter was panting. "Would you?" I said.
"Oh," he gasped. "Oh, yes sir. Yes, ma'am. Oh yes!"
"I'd like to do it right here, but it might disturb your
patrons," I said. "
Can we go in the back?"
And our waiter took us in back, to a big pantry room that was
fairly private. And there I took off Barbara's coat so he could
look at her bound wrists. And then I took off her sweater so he
could look at her tits. And I took off her skirt so he could look
at all of her. Her naked body shook badly, and her sobs made her
breasts do nice things.
"Okay, Barb," I said. "Down. On your knees. I want you to suck
this man very slowly and lovingly. Don't make him come right away.
Lick his prick with your tongue, and kiss it a lot, and lick his
balls and all that. I want you to suck him for half an hour without
stopping. And then swallow all his gism. You'll do all that, won't
you, sis? Hmmm?"
"Yes, Danny," she sobbed.
And she did. While she was doing it, I called in all the other
waiters and busboys and cooks and any of the staff I could find,
and brought them all in to watch the fantastically stimulating
sight of my gorgeous long-haired sister kneeling on the dirty
floor, with her hands bound behind her back, stark naked, sucking
and sucking and licking and kissing and loving this stranger's
prick, breasts swaying, head bobbing, all of her filled with shame
and horror and humiliation.
The waiter shot down her throat, and I lined up all the others
and had her do it to them, and then all of us fucked her, lying on
her twisting, bucking body and crushing her arms under her and
banging away joyfully at the degraded thing until she was slick and
slimy with gism.
"We'll be back tomorrow," I said.
6:
"Barbara, darling," I said. "I'm going to throw a big coming
home party for Tim. And you're going to be the guest of honor."
Barbara looked up at me from the floor.
"What I'm going to do is to invite all Tim's pals--oh, and all
my pals too, of course. And I'll have lots of food, and drink, and
music, and maybe balloons and stuff--and then there'll be you. The
high spot of the entertainment. A thing of beauty and a joy
forever. For a night, anyway. You'll be in your room, Barbara.
Spread out across your bed. Stark naked. Stretched as tight as a
drum. Spread-eagled. Ready for anything. And anybody. And I'll put
up a big sign on the wall above you: `I am Barbara, your hostess.
Fuck me.' And I bet they will, too."
Barbara was not happy with this plan. So to talk her into it,
I hung her up from the ceiling by her wrists, and I spent about
half an hour using the whip to lash her dangling, twisting body.
After which I demonstrated the pain-inducing qualities of a lit
cigarette on her nipples.
"You look so good that way, Barb," I said to the hanging,
screaming, twisting form, "that I'm almost of a mind to have you
this way at the party. But then I guess you wouldn't be in as good
a position for fucking. But maybe later on--"
Barbara didn't object to my party plans after that, but each
time I told her about a new thought for that night, I saw her
tremble and look frantic. It stimulated my lust for her body. By
now I was making her pass the night in my bed, usually with her
arms bound over her head to the top. In the middle of the night I
would roll on top of her and push my prick up her squirming cunt
and lie there, just staying still and allowing her soft, writhing
body and her squashy high tits and her despairing sobs to bring me
to climax. I would make her curl her legs around my waist and lock
her ankles at my back. And in the morning I would unfasten her
wrists and let her crawl down to put her face in my crotch and take
my prick in her mouth and I would let out all my piss from the
night and she would drink it down. After I had emptied my bladder
in her mouth I had her suck me off, slowly, and I would come all
over her pretty face.
I got so used to having her to submit to my commands, that I
hated to think that Tim would want her all to himself again. So I
planned one last big orgy of horror and shame for my beautiful
slave sister. But Tony wanted to take advantage of his position
with her, and I said okay, anybody fantasiz, and the girl servicing
his cock stopped her ministrations in mid-stroke. Jimm showing
total adoration and love.
Gavin grinned. "You may as well take her now; her mother can
help."
Jimmy ordered Patty to strip; she removed her Girl Scout outfit
and unsexy cotton panties. Her mother was obeying Gavin's mental
command and was videotaping the proceedings eagerly.
Gavin told Patty, "You are naked before your Master, which is
fitting, as you are about to begin a new life of service and
obedience."
One of Gavin's girls entered, carrying a package. It contained
a pair of silky, shiny bikini panties in Patty's size, and a
"duplicate" Girl Scout uniform. The "duplicate" was made of
transparent green nylon, with a see-through white blouse under the
outer vest. Patty donned the "uniform", and turned slowly to
display herself to Jimmy and the camera.
Jimmy was hard as stone. He took Patty's hand and led her to a
soft cushion. Seated beside the little girl slave, he said to her,
"Patty, are you ready to begin your service to me?"
"Yes, Master," she replied with complete sincerity.
"I am going to teach you about sex," he told her. "Have you
learned anything about it before?"
"No, Master. We had sex-ed in school but it was boring and
didn't really tell us anything. I've heard some things from my
friends," she replied.
"Good, Patty. Help
7:
I was not surprised when I was called into the principal's
office. I knew what it was about. I had made Barbara put one of the
photographs I had taken of her--bound and naked--up on the school
bulletin board. You can imagine how she loved doing that. And how
she felt walking around school and sitting in class with all the
kids looking at her and thinking of that photo.
Now she was sitting in the principal's office as I came in. Mr.
Boggs was at his desk with the picture in front of him.
"Youngman," he said in an awful voice. "Your sister has told
me--is it true, young man, that this--this disgraceful photograph
has something to do with you?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "I took it. And I told Barbara to put it up.
I wanted to share it with my schoolmates."
"Why--you--this is--my god, man! This girl is your sister!"
"I know," I said. "Sexy, isn't she?"
"How--how can you?" Boggs choked. "Your own sister!"
"I control her," I said. "Don't I, Barb? Look." I went to the
back of Barbara's chair, reached around and took her breasts in my
hands. I saw her hands tighten on the chair arms, but she didn't
say anything. I squeezed the breasts through her tight sweater.
Hard. Boggs' eyes widened.
"See?" I said. "Good tits too. You can tell that from the photo.
Would you like to compare it with the real thing?" I quickly lifted
up the sweater, baring Barbara's tits to him. I saw him flush, and
he started to say something, but didn't. And he didn't look away.
"Gorgeous, aren't they?" I said. "Want to see more?"
Barbara was clutching the chair arms and trying not to breathe
too hard because it made those tits go up and down. Boggs didn't
say anything, so I said, "Stand up, sis."
She stood unsteadily. I unfastened her skirt and let it drop to
the floor. Barb was naked.
"No underwear," I pointed out. "I don't let her wear it any
more."
"Damn it!" Boggs said hoarsely. "Your own sister."
"Right," I said. "How would you like to have my sister lying]
across your desk waiting for you to fuck her?"
"I-I don't--I--Barbara, what do you have to say to all this?"
Barb bit her lip. I knew what she would have liked to say, but
I also knew what would happen to her if she did. And so did she.
When she spoke her voice was shaking. "I-I do what my brother
says," she got out.
"That's right," I said. "Watch. Barb, bend forward over Mr.
Boggs' desk."
Barbara moved to the front of the desk and bent over.
"All the way," I said. "Flat down." And she lowered herself till
her tits flattened against the wood. Her ass stuck up and out.
"Good," I said. "Now ask Mr. Boggs if he wouldn't like to fuck
you in the ass."
"Wait--" Boggs said, but stopped. "Oh god," he said. "Oh sweet
Jesus." And he got up from his chair and moved around to Barbara's
side. "I--I can't--" He put a hand out and touched the thrusting
bare buttocks.
"Ask him, Barb," I said.
Barb made a tiny sound, and then she said, "M-Mr. B-Boggs...
w-would you like to...t-to f-fuck me?"
"In the ass," I said.
"In--in the ass...ohh..."
"I would," Boggs said. "God help me, I can't say no to that."
And he brought out his cock and got behind her. I went around and
sat down in his chair so I could watch Barbara's face.
"God," Boggs gasped. "It's so tight!"
"Well, Barbara's young," I said.
"Oh, yes, oh yes she is," Boggs said. His hands were moving all
over her body now as he banged her against the desk. "She is. She's
a young girl, a damn lovely young slut of a girl, a dirty
filthy...bitch...whore...cunt of a g-girlll..."
"Ohhh!" Barb howled, body jerking and jouncing with his
battering. "Ohh no, aahh don't, aaahh god, no, ohh please...
Aaahhh...aaaahh...AAIIIEEAAHH!"
"Noisy slut, isn't she?" I said. "Want me to shut her up for
you?" And I took out my prick and with my other hand I grabbed
Barbara's long hair and pulled hard, making her shriek and pulling
her body painfully across the desk. I forced her twisting head down
to my crotch. "Suck me, sis," I gritted. "Put your soft luscious
mouth right on my cock and suck it good." And I arched forward and
jammed my prick all the way into her mouth.
"Aaggghhhh!" she choked. I held her down on me by the hair,
twisting it hard in my hand, and kept her sucking me as Boggs
slammed away in her ass. "NNNNNGGHH! NUGHHNNNAA! GHGHG..."
8:
After the photograph on the bulletin board, everybody at school
knew about my relationship with Barbara, and I suddenly got invited
to a lot of parties and stuff. One night I took Barbara to a party
of kids who hadn't participated in any of my original shows with
her. We were the focus of attention right away.
I got comfortable. All the guys sat around trying to look
normal, but there was a strain in the air.
"Barbara," I said at last. "You know what all these guys are
waiting for, don't you? They know you're my slave. And that I have
absolute power over you. And that I can make you do any damn thing
I say."
Barbara didn't look at anybody.
"So," I said, "all of them are just waiting, hoping to god that
I'll want to show you off. Hoping to god I'm going to make you do
something dirty in front of them. Right, guys?"
Nobody said anything.
"Right. Because they'd love to see you degraded, sis. Not to say
naked. And maybe they'll get to fuck you. Well, guys--I don't
know." I was having lots of fun. "I could, of course, make my sexy
sister here do a strip for us. Take off all her clothes. And she'd
do it. Right, sis?"
Barbara was looking at the floor and her face was red. But she
said, "Yes, Danny." Very softly.
"Right. Or I could make her suck all our cocks. She's terrific
at cock-sucking. And if I say so, she'll swallow all your scum and
beg for more. Or take it all over her face and lick it off her
lips. Right, sis?"
And Barb said, shakily, "Yes, Danny."
"Right. Or fuck everybody in this room. Or crawl naked for us,
or lick the dirt off the floor, or jerk herself off with a poker.
Or anything. Anything at all. Right, sis?"
And again, without looking up, Barbara said, "Yes, Danny."
By now the guys were practically coming in their pants. And I
grinned. "But why should I?" I said. "What's in it for me? Why
should I share this fantastic piece of ass with you fuckers? Can
you offer anything that I might want in return?"
Right away they all started pulling out money.
"Fuck that," I said. "I want more than that."
"What the fuck do you want?" a guy said.
"Your girl," I said, pointing to a lusciously curved sandy
blonde with long, mouth-watering legs sitting in a corner. "That's
what."
"Are you nuts!"
"No. Tit for tat," I said.
"Go to hell."
"Okay. I think I'll go now." I got up.
"Wait," the guy said. "You--you really want Cindy? You'll give
us Barbara for her?"
"Right," I said.
Cindy got up. "Hey, forget it," she said.
"Look, Cindy," the guy said. "It's in a good cause, okay?"
"No!" Cindy shouted. "You must be crazy, Clyde. Stuff it!"
"Cindy--"
"No. That's it, that's all, and goodbye, you turd!"
The guys looked at each other.
Cindy got scared. She moved to the door.
"Okay," the first guy said. "Grab her."
And before Cindy could reach the door, they surrounded her.
"Wait!" she yelled. "No!"
But they got hold of her and pulled her down onto the floor. She
put up a terrific fight, but she was only one girl against all of
them. Finally four guys took hold of her wrists and ankles and
spread-eagled her, holding her down as she squirmed and twisted and
thrashed.
"No!" she shrieked. "God, no! What are you doing? Let me go!
Don't! Oh, god, don't!" But they stretched her out tautly and
pinned her down, though she still fought, her breasts bouncing and
her hips bucking frantically.
"Strip her," her boyfriend said, and they tore at her clothes.
She squealed like an animal and whipped her head from side to side,
bucking and pulling desperately at the hands pinning her arms and
legs. But they ripped at her clothing, stripping her roughly,
tossing garments away and baring her twisting body until she was
naked.
"Oh, Jesus, stop!" she screamed. "No! Stop, don't, oh no, oh
please, please don't, oh please, no, don't do this, ohh, ohh..."
Cindy was sobbing now, her struggles diminishing. She lay gasping
and panting and crying, and the sight of that wide open, naked,
twitching body was the most erotic thing I ever saw.
"Take her," the first guy said.
"No!" Cindy wailed. "No!" But I had my clothes off by now, and
I was hot as a brand. I got down and lay out on top of her,
glorying in the sight and sound and smell and touch of that
wriggling, flailing body under me, the high round tits squashing
against my chest, and the long soft smooth flesh all along my
body.
"Don't," Cindy begged despairingly. "Please don't."
"Hold her tight," I said, and slid my cock into her writhing
pussy. She howled in my ear and I took hold of her soft yellow hair
and held her head still and mashed my mouth down on hers, kissing
and biting her soft lips as I rammed and thrust and lunged inside
her, and I heard Barbara yelling as they took her. And took her.
And took her...
9:
Cindy paid me a visit four days later.
I was amazed. "Hi, Cindy," I said. I gazed at the luscious body
and the high, thrusting tits and the long, curvy legs, and I almost
got weak from the memory of it all flailing and twisting underneath
me as I raped her that night. Cindy's soft blonde hair swung around
her shoulders, and looking now at her face, which I had seen that
night mostly in shadow or twisted and distorted by fright and pain,
I saw that she was truly lovely. And sexy as shit.
"What can I do for you, Cin?" I said.
"I want her," Cindy said.
"Oh? You want who?"
"Your--Barbara," she said.
"You're kidding!"
"No. I'm not kidding. I want her. I'll borrow her if you-- I'll
pay you for a night with her. Or--"
"Hold it. What do you want to do with her?"
"What do you think?" Cindy said.
"Shit," I said. "I thought you were normal, anyway."
"You fucked-up bastard," Cindy said. "Who are you to talk about
normal? Can I buy her or not?"
I let my eyes go down her body again. Slowly. Cindy squirmed
under my look.
"Maybe," I said. "Maybe you can, Cindy. But not with money. You
know?"
"You son of a bitch," Cindy said. "You've already had me. You
had me good. Don't you remember?"
"Oh, I certainly do," I said. "I can't forget that, Cindy.
That's why I want you again. Only without four guys having to hold
you down this time. I want to fuck your body until my cock looks
like a toothpick, and I want you to cooperate. I want to use that
beautiful mouth of yours. I want you to lay for me, Cindy, and I
don't much care if you like it or not. In fact, if you don't it
will be all that much sweeter."
"You dirty shit!" Cindy said.
"Now, Cindy," I said, gloating. "If you want Barbara you'll
have to start being nice to me. I want you to submit to me
absolutely. I want to watch you stripping for me, Cin. I want to
see you on your knees. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you in
the ass. I want--"
"Go to hell," Cindy said.
I got up.
"Wait," Cindy said. "I--Okay. All right. I'll do it. Okay?"
"Kiss me, Cindy," I said, and after a short hesitation she came
to me and put her arms around me and I pulled her body hard against
mine and she kissed me, long and hard and sexy.
"Now," I said. "You know what I like to watch Barbara doing?"
"What?" Cindy said.
"Crawling."
"Oh." Cindy swallowed, and then she started to sink to the
floor.
"Naked," I said.
And Cindy took a long breath and began to strip. I made her go
very slowly and I sat in front of her and watched as she bared her
body to me. I made her crawl and I made her suck me off and I shot
my wad right into her gorgeous face.
Then I had her lay herself out and spread her legs and I got
down and fucked her. I fucked her for a long time, making her curl
her soft erotic thighs around me and squirm underneath my body. I
made her twist and arch her hips and thrash around, and I enjoyed
that body to the hilt for hours. Cindy didn't come. Nor did she cry
or scream, but I could tell she hated every minute, and that made
me enjoy it more.
And then I got Barbara and told her what Cindy was going to do
with her, and she was so disgusted and horrified that she vomited.
I had to force her to lick it up, and then I had to punish her by
tying her down and using my cigarette for a long time on various
spots on her body, until she was screaming to the world how much
she would love to submit to Cindy's ministrations.
So I turned her loose and watched her making love to Cindy, and
Cindy making love to Barbara. It turned me on again quickly to see
the two gorgeous naked bodies lying in a sixty-nine position and
licking and kissing at each other, with their curvy legs kicking in
opposite directions, Barbara crying and choking with disgust and
shame, Cindy moaning and spasming, with her blonde hair whipping
around her face and her young high round bouncy tits rolling and
dancing, nipples hard as rocks.
Finally she was sitting on Barbara's face, writhing in ecstasy
as a gasping Barbara sucked at her pussy, and I got up and stood in
front of her and put my hard prick against her lips. "Do it,
Cindy," I said. I pinched her nipples to encourage her, and Cindy
let my cock slip into her mouth and I clutched her hair and jammed
her face into my stomach and held her there, raping her mouth until
I shot down her throat.
10:
"Danny don't, Danny, Danny, don't, please, Danny, no more, not
any more, please, oh god no, please, Danny--"
"But I'm just getting started, Barb," I said.
"Oh no, I can't, I can't stand it, for god's sake, Danny,
anything, ohh god don't do any more, I'll be good, I can't, Jesus,
please, Danny--"
"But it's so sweet to see you suffer so much, sis."
"No...some other way, make me suffer another way, please, Danny,
I can't do it any more, I'll do anything you say, anything--"
"But you'll do that anyway, Barb," I pointed out.
"Ahh. Aaaahh. Oh, no, no, ohohohohoho nooooo..."
"Okay," I said, "tell me what you'll do if I stop."
"
"Anything!"
"I know, but you have to be specific, sis. Or I'll just have to
go on burning you."
"No! I-I'll fuck you, I'll suck you, I'll crawl for you--"
"No imagination," I said, lifting up my cigarette.
"No! No, Danny! I-I'll do--I'll fuck anybody you say. I-I'll go
out in the street and--and pick up strange men, I-I'll fuck them in
the street, oh god, please..."
"Go on."
"I'll--I'll lick your ass, Danny. I'll lick your ass real good,
I'll--I'll stick my tongue all the way up your asshole and
I'll--I'll wiggle it around and you'll love it--"
"I'm getting bored," I said. I brought the cigarette close to
her jouncing breast so she could feel the heat.
"AAAIII!" she screamed in fright. "No! D-Danny--I-I-I'll do it
with Cindy again, I-I'll suck her cunt and--and--and you can tie me
down and--and you can bring all your friends--like at the party,
Danny--and I'll ask them to fuck me, I swear I will, I'll beg them
to use my body, yes, my cunt and my mouth and my ass and--"
"Shit," I said.
"I'll drink your piss, Danny. I know I do that anyway but-- but
I'll do it in public. Danny--listen--I--please don't--I'll do it
right in school. Think of it, Danny--I-I'll--imagine having me on
my knees in the middle of the school lunchroom--and--and I'm
drinking your piss, Danny. Right there. Drinking it all. And-- and
the other boys will want me to drink their piss too, and I'll--
you'll line them all up and I'll drink it all, all of them, and
I'll--I'll be so full of piss I'll probably throw up, and--and you
can make me lick it off the floor, and--and--oh, oh god, ohh my
god--J"
Barbara was crying so hard she couldn't talk any more. I watched
her dangling naked body writhing erotically, her high tits shaking,
her arms stretched high above her head, her legs kicking faintly,
all of her taut and tight and straining. Her long hair hung down to
her waist. Her young sweet flesh was enhanced by the angry burns
all over her body. And the stripes from my whip. And marks from
other painful and arousing sessions I had put her through.
"Sis," I said, "in my wildest dreams I would never imagine such
pleasure. My own big sister, my sexy, haughty, bullying, stuck-up
sister, hanging here in front of me, all naked, all mine, hurting
and crying and begging me, begging me, to do dirty things to her,
to use her as a slut and a slave."
"Oh god. Oh, Danny, yes, I am your slut and whore and
cocksucker."
"Cocksucker," I said.
"Yes. Cock-sucker. I'll be your own sister slut cunt cock-
sucking slave."
"You are, Barbara. So what?"
"But I-I'll--oh--I'll eat shit, Danny. I'll--I'll eat your shit.
Any way you want."
"How disgusting," I mocked.
"Oh, Danny, don't hurt me any more, please, I'm begging you,
I'll beg you on my knees, Danny, just let me down, for god's sake
take me down."
"In a little while, Barb," I said, raising the cigarette. "Make
a little more music for me first."
"No! D-Danny, no! Noooohhh! No please no don't ah no god don't
Danny please please pleeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
OOOOOOWWWAIIIONOOOOAAAAAGGGHHHOAAHAHAHAHAHAAAIIIIGHUNHUNNNHHUUUUN
NNNHHH! NOONOONOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAAAAGGGGHHHH! Aaarrrrrghhhh!
AUUUGHHH! EEEEEEEEOWWOWWOWWOWWAHUHUHUHUHUHUUUUU!"
I fucked my sister's beautiful flailing body yet again.
11:
I couldn't do anything to stop my parents from sending Barbara
off to college. All I could do was promise her a particularly hard
time when she came back for vacation. And I gave her some parting
instructions: to go to bed with all of her instructors, no matter
what she had to do to seduce them. All, without fail. And to write
me long letters describing in detail what she did with them.
And she did. I got very horny reading about it, and without
Barbara I had no easy outlet. One day at school I saw Cindy, and
looking at that luscious rippling body and recalling what I had
done with it, I wanted her again, badly.
"Cindy," I said. "Hi. How about you and me tonight?"
"Forget it," Cindy said flatly.
"But--"
"No. Buzz off."
"Look, you bitch," I said. "I raped you once and I can do it
again."
"Bullshit," she said. "You had me once because you had a dozen
guys to hold me down, and once you blackmailed me with your sister.
But that's it, buddy. That's all you get."
"Is that right?" I said. "I don't think so, Cindy."
"Dream on," Cindy said, and walked off.
I was pissed. I thought of Tim. I called him. "Okay, kid," he
said. "Anything for a pal. Just tell me the chick's name."
Two days later Cindy approached me at school.
She looked at the floor as she spoke. "Danny, I-I'm sorry that
I said no to you. I--Please forgive me. I'd--I'd love to fuck for
you. Any time you say."
"Tim did a good job," I said, and I saw her shudder. "Okay. Come
to my house tonight. Nine o'clock. Got it?"
"Yes," Cindy said.
"And, Cindy," I said, grinning. "Another thing. I want your
hands tied."
"Wh-what?"
"Your hands," I said. "Read my lips. I want you to have your
hands tied in back of you when you show up. Understand?"
"My--but--but how--how can I--who's going to--"
"I don't know," I said. "But do it."
"But, Danny, I-I'd have to get--I-I don't--"
"You'll find a way, Cindy baby," I said. "You'd better.
Understand?"
"Oh, you rotten bastard!" Cindy said.
"I'll make you apologize for that," I said. "Tonight."
"I--"
"Meanwhile, I know you'll find a guy who'll be more than
willing to tie your hands for you. If you offer him a good reward.
Know what I mean?"
"You--" Cindy began, but didn't finish. She bit her lip. "You'll
make me into a whore," she said.
"Right," I said. "That's exactly right." And I left.
That night Cindy rang my doorbell with difficulty, and as I
opened the door I practically shot in my pants to see that lovely
blonde girl standing there with her wrists bound behind her back.
"Is this what you wanted?" Cindy said bitterly.
"It is," I said. "And now I want you to shut up and do what I
say."
"I--"
I hit her across the face. She shrieked. "Talk when I say and
not otherwise. Do you get that, Cindy?"
She nodded, tears of pain and rage in her eyes.
"Go." I took hold of her hair and jerked her head back, and then
I kissed her. I jammed her back against the wall and ground my body
hard against hers and kissed her and kissed her, and fearfully she
opened her mouth and cooperated in the long kiss. I rubbed her
straining tits through her blouse for a while, and then I lay down
on my back and got my cock out.
"Okay, Cindy," I said. "Get down here and suck my dick. Right
now."
It was awkward for her, but she fell to her knees and bowed
down, and when she couldn't reach my cock, she lay down on the
floor, flat on her stomach. "God, you look fine that way," I said.
"With your body stretching out and your hands all tied and your big
round tits crushed under you and bulging out, and your ass sticking
up and your curvy legs sticking out from your skirt. Now put your
mouth down there and suck."
Cindy took my prick in her mouth and, moaning, began to bob her
head up and down.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "Oh, you fine sweet cocksucker, you. Use
your tongue, Cindy. That's it. Oh, that's just fine. Oh, god, look
at you now, Cindy, you dirty bitch whore cock-sucking cunt. Sucking
and licking and swallowing my prick. I'd like to pull up your skirt
and whip your ass as you suck me, Cindy. Maybe I'll do that soon.
Don't stop, you dirty slave cocksucker. Look at your soft yellow
hair brushing my stomach, Cindy. We'll have lots of fun, you and I.
I'm going to shoot down your throat, Cindy, and then I'll strip you
and fuck you as you tell me how much you love me. Slut..."
12:
"Can I go now?" Cindy said when she had swallowed my gism and
licked the stickiness off my cock.
I laughed. "What do you think?" I said.
"Bastard," Cindy said.
"Cindy, darling," I said. "Do you remember what I did to Barbara
that time? To convince her to cooperate with you? Do you?"
"Yes," Cindy said.
"Would you like me to do that to you?"
Cindy swallowed hard. "No," she said.
"I didn't think so. So please don't call me bad names from now
on. Okay?"
"I--okay. I-I won't."
"Good. In fact, I'd like to hear you say something nice to me
for a change. Tell me you love me."
"What?"
"I said I want you to say you love me," I said. "I'd really dig
that. Say, I love you, Danny. And sound like you mean it. Go on,
I'm listening."
"Now, wait, Danny, I--"
"I don't want to hurt you, Cindy. Well, I suppose I do, in a
way. I got a really big kick out of hurting Barbara, for sure. But
Barbara is my sister, and I had an awful lot of hostility stored up
for her. It might be a kick to hurt you, too, but I can do without
that as long as I have your fine little body to play with--and as
long as you're a good girl and do what I say. Anything I say. Now,
Cindy baby. I'm waiting. Say, I love you, Danny. And say it real
nice."
Cindy took a long breath. "I--" She gulped. "I-I love you,
Danny."
"So-so," I said. "Try it again. More feeling this time."
Her eyes blazed daggers, but she said it again. "I love you,
Danny."
"That's better," I said. "Again. Good and sexy this time."
"I love you, Danny."
"You hate me," I said. "That's all right. Now I'm going to strip
you, Cindy, and while I do I want to hear all about how you got
your hands tied. Turn over."
Cindy rolled over onto her back and I started unbuttoning her
blouse. "Go on, tell me how you did it."
"Must I?" Cindy said.
"No," I said, undoing buttons. "No, Cindy. Not if you don't mind
having your beautiful white tits burned with cigarettes for a
while."
"All right! I--I got Harry to do it."
"Harry? That clown who sold you to me for Barbara that night?"
"Yeah."
"The guy who had all his pals jump on you and hold you down and
strip you naked so I could rape you?"
"That's him. I-I at least thought since we did go together--"
"Uh-huh. And what did you have to do for him?"
"Fuck him, of course. Isn't that what all you guys want from a
girl?"
I had the blouse open now and I was fondling Cindy's wonderful
high, firm round breasts. "That's it, all right. Lift your ass."
And I pulled her skirt down and off. And her panties.
"God, Cindy, you have great legs," I said. "Look at those
thighs. Damn, I want to fuck you forever."
"Look--"
"Shut up, Cindy. I've got you now, don't you understand that?
Your ass is mine, and any damn time I want you, you'll come running
to go down for me. Isn't that right?"
"No."
"No? No, Cindy? Shall I call Tim again?"
"Danny...I..."
"What?"
"Oh, god," Cindy said, and began to cry.
She broke then. I could see her break. "Don't," she sobbed.
"I-I'll be good to you, Danny. I'll be good."
"Okay," I said. "Now stop crying and spread your legs for me."
She did.
"Now say, Danny, please fuck my unworthy whore's body."
"D-Danny, please...please fuck my--unworthy whore's body..."
"All right," I said, and I lay on top of her and kissed her.
"Put me in."
Cindy put my dick into her pussy.
"Now," I said. "Now, you gorgeous piece of ass. I want you to
give me the hardest, wildest, most fantastic fuck you've ever given
anybody in your life. You got that, Cindy?"
Cindy nodded slowly.
"Go," I said, and Cindy wrapped herself around my body and
fucked for me like a starving nymphomaniac.
"Oh, you sweet little blonde whore," I gasped as I rode her
body. "You are such a terrific fuck. And a dyke, too. Christ! Fuck
me, you shit-eating bitch. You dirty cunt-licking broad, keep it
up, do it, you don't want a charred tit, fuck away, Cindy darling."
"You--you--" she panted.
"No, Cindy. Come on, now. Tell me you love me again. Say it,
Cindy. Say it!"
"I love you!" she howled, sobbing, but still moving, squirming
and twisting and bucking with all her might, to avoid the cigarette
on her breast. "I love you! I love you! Oh, you shit! No! I-I love
you, Danny! I love you. AAAIII! I love you!"
13:
"Danny, I'd like to make a bargain with you," Cindy said.
"Oh?"
"Yes. I-I know I-I'm not in a bargaining position but--"
"What is it?"
"I'm just so--so--Danny, I can't take it any more. I--I'd like
you to--let me go."
"Why should I?" I said.
"You've had me and had me," Cindy said. "You've made me do it
all, and you've made me fuck all your friends and you've humiliated
me in school and--and everything. Aren't you a little tired of me
by now?"
"I'll let you know," I said. But actually I was a bit jaded with
her, though her body would always turn me on. But I could use a new
thrill. "What are you saying, Cindy?" I said.
"Okay. I--I have this cousin, okay? A very pretty and
sexy-looking girl."
"Oh?"
"Yes. And--and she's young--she's only a sophomore. And
Danny--honest to god--she likes--your kind of thing."
"What the hell does that mean?" I said.
"Oh, Danny, come on. You love to have all kinds of power with
girls. Right? You want to own them--like with Barbara."
"And you," I said.
"All right--and me. And you dig doing bad things to them. I
mean, shaming them and humiliating them and making them do dirty
things, and--and hurting them, too. That's what turns you on,
Danny. Isn't it?"
"Don't forget making them crawl," I said.
"Right. And making them fuck your pals, and god knows what."
"All the things I've done to you, Cin."
"Yes. But the thing is--Sharon digs it! I swear to you--she
likes that stuff, it gets to her, she wants it! Danny, Sharon is
made for you! I told her about you, and you know what? She got so
scared and so horny at the same time it was funny. She's dying to
know you, but she's scared of it too. You know? Oh, Danny, you'll
just love her!"
"And you think you can introduce me to this chick and I'll let
you go," I said. "Right?"
"I--yes," Cindy said.
"I don't have to," I said. "I can have you both."
"But you'll want Sharon more, I know it, Danny. And I--I
can't--"
"Okay," I said. "If you don't want me any more, I'll auction you
off to somebody else."
"What? No. Danny, wait--"
"Tomorrow, Cindy. In the lunchroom. Noon sharp."
"Danny--"
"Now get down on your hands and knees, Cindy Rapp. I'm going to
give you a final ass fuck."
"But--"
"Down!"
"AAAHHH!" Cindy went down in a heap, and swiftly crouched on all
fours. I dropped down behind her and I stuck my rampant cock up her
ass hard. I listened to her howl. I took hold of her dangling tits
and vised the nipples as I crushed them with my hands, making her
buck and squirm.
"Ah, that's nice, Cindy. Really good," I said, fucking up into
her writhing anus. "A fine farewell fuck for my gorgeous sexy
blonde hump."
Cindy was sobbing.
"Now tomorrow, Cindy, I'm going to auction you off in the school
lunchroom. I'll strip you naked and put you up on a table, and
maybe just to arouse more interest I'll have you put on a little
exhibition of your skills. Won't that be a kick? I'll bet I'll make
a lot of dough with you, baby. And don't worry about missing
me--I'm going to make it a condition of your sale that your new
owner will let me borrow you occasionally, just for an old-time
fuck and suck and crawling session." I pounded into her ass until
she was screaming and gasping uncontrollably. "Then, after you've
found out who you'll belong to, you'll introduce me to your cousin
Sharon. And she'd better be good-looking, Cindy. Or I'll--"
"Aaahhh! Oooohh! Yes! Yes, she is, Danny--Aaaahhh..."
"What does she look like?" I said, squeezing her breasts tighter
to make her buck harder. "Describe the bitch."
"AAIIIIEEEK! Don't--Danny--god--I-I--she's--ohh--she's young,
she--She's got long hair, long brown hair, and--unnnhh... And--big
brown eyes, and--and I--donnn't, aahhh--a good body, a truly nice
body, oh, sexy legs, Danny, and tits all firm and sort of bouncy
and--and you just want to hold them and--AAUUUGGGHHH!!"
"Did you fuck her, you bitch?"
"No. No, I--god, I'd love to--ooohhh--but--but she likes boys,
oh god, what she wants is a boy to master her. Please, Danny, it
hurts, it hurts--"
"Good," I said.
"She's for you, you bastard, she's just what you--AIIIIIOOOO..."
"Say it one last time, Cindy."
"I love you!" Cindy howled. "Noooo..."
14:
"That's her," Cindy said. "That's Sharon."
"My god!" I said.
"I told you. Come on."
The girl was absolutely fantastic, and somehow she managed to
look innocent and virginal, but her body had sex coming from every
mouth-watering inch. Young and so luscious, I wanted to--
"Sharon," Cindy said, "this is Danny. Danny, Sharon. Can I go
now?"
"Goodbye, Cindy," I said.
Sharon had big staring eyes that melted into me. She looked
frightened but fascinated.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," Sharon said. "I--Cindy told me...about you."
"I know," I said. "What did she say exactly?"
Sharon's mouth trembled. Her round young tits went up and down.
"She--she said you--you were her...boss. Her...master."
"Right," I said. "Are you interested?"
"Oh--oh, god. I--oh, I don't--I...Oh, yes. Oh good lord Jesus
Christ, yes. Show me. I--I want to--to be..."
"How do I know?" I said. "How do I know you won't fink out?"
"Try me," Sharon said. "I--I want to be your slave. Oh, Jesus,
I never did this--oh...god..."
"I like to hurt girls," I said.
I thought she was going to faint. "Ohh, Danny," she moaned. "I'm
yours."
"Show me," I said.
"How?"
"Do something. Do something dirty. Right now."
"Ohh...I...what? Tell me what, Danny, make me do it, anything,
anything you say, I'll do it, just tell me, Danny--"
"Okay," I said. "Take your panties off."
"What?"
"Right now. Take them off and hand them to me."
"Oh--I--right here? I--"
"Do it," I said.
Sharon looked around wildly. People--can see me," she gasped. We
were standing in the corridor, and classes were changing. Lots of
kids were going by.
"Good," I said. "That's the idea. Will you do it or not?"
Sharon was panting. "Ohh. Ohh, god, I--"
"I'm waiting," I said. "But if you--"
"I--I want to--but I--" She was on the brink of giving me her
life. But she was afraid to jump.
"You dirty cunt," I said deliberately. "Give me those panties,
you whore, or I'll walk right out on you, you vacillating bitch!"
"Aaahhh...oohhh...all right...I will..."
Sharon closed her eyes. Her wonderful body was shaking. Her
hands went down to her skirt and she pulled it up slowly until she
could slip her hands beneath it, which raised it still higher on
her thighs.
"Open your eyes, Sharon," I said. "I want you to look at me
while you do it."
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. Looking at me, she could also
see the crowd of kids who had stopped to stare at us, and to look
at her bare and very sexy legs. A soft moan came from Sharon's
throat, a moan of awful shame, but also of helpless arousal.
Christ, I thought, Cindy wasn't kidding a bit. This girl was
showing me a fascinating mixture of shrinking horror at what she
was doing, and pure excitement and lust at submitting to my
commands. My cock was hard as a brick.
Sharon exposed the rising curvature at the tops of her thighs as
she grasped the waist of her panties and, catching her breath
sharply, pulled them down. I heard gasps and exclamations from our
growing audience. Sharon's face was flaming as she struggled to
pull the pants off over her shoes. Her mouth was open and panting
hard. Her mouth-watering, thrusting tits heaved up and down against
the fabric of her blouse. I held out my hand, and forcing herself
to look me straight in the eye, with a flaming face and a shaking
hand, Sharon put the panties into it.
"You are mine now," I said to her softly.
She swallowed. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Danny. I am yours."
"Don't move, Sharon," I said, and in front of all the watching
crowd, I put out my other hand and placed it firmly over one
hard-nippled, blouse-covered breast. And held it there. Until
Sharon was shaking so badly I was afraid she would fall down.
And I led her away.
"Now that you are my slave," I told her later, "you must not
wear panties any more. Nor bras, nor stockings, nor any
underclothes. Not ever. Is that clear, Sharon?"
"Yes, Danny," Sharon said.
"Now tomorrow, you will wear something very sexy to school. A
tight top. Understand? Very tight. And no bra. And a short skirt.
A miniskirt."
"I--you want to shame me, don't you?" Sharon said, her eyes wide
and glittering.
"Yes," I said. "And show you off as my property and my sexy
slave."
"Ohhh god," Sharon moaned. "Will you--will you hurt me, Danny?"
"Probably," I said. "That body is just crying out to be made to
writhe and twist with pain."
"Ohh...ohh..."
"I'll make you crawl for me," I said, watching her. "Crawl and
squirm and beg."
"Yes."
"And you'll scream for me, too, Sharon. And you'll suck my cock
and lick my ass and..."
"Yes! Yes! Oh, do it all, do it to me, yes!"
15:
"Sharon," I said, "I want to take you home and fuck you now."
"You'll have to make me," Sharon said.
"What?"
"I--I can't do it unless--unless you make me," Sharon said in a
small voice. "Can you, Danny?"
"Why, you dumb little slut," I said. "I'm your master now, I own
you. Don't I, Sharon?"
"Yes, Danny."
"So if I tell you I want to fuck you, you lay down and spread
for me. Don't you?"
"No," Sharon said, gasping it.
I could see she was frightened at what she was doing, but she
wanted to see how far she could go without being hurt. Except that
I saw something more in her wide yes and her tremulous lips--she
wanted to be hurt. I reached for her hand, and quite deliberately
and slowly I bent two fingers back. Far back. Sharon melted. She
squirmed with the pressure, and started to pant. As I continued to
push, a small whining sound came from her throat. I still kept it
up, until she bowed her body under the pain, and slipped off her
chair to sink to the floor on her knees.
"Now, slave," I said. "Say, I will gladly fuck for you, Danny."
"I will!" Sharon gasped. "Oh, I will, yes I will, ohh god--"
"Bitch," I said. "You just want to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes," Sharon said. "I-I've never--nobody's ever--"
"Wait a minute. Nobody's ever what? Hurt you?"
"Or--or anything," Sharon whispered. "Nobody--ever made me--
nobody ever could--"
"Holy shit!" I said. "You--you're not telling me--you're a
virgin?"
Gulping, Sharon nodded.
"Son of a bitch!" I said.
"Do you mind?" Sharon said anxiously.
"Mind? Well--no. Christ, no. It's just--a girl like you--"
"I always wanted to," Sharon said, blushing. "But I-I couldn't
do it without--without being--"
"Forced," I said.
"Yes. And nobody ever--"
"God," I said.
"Do it for me, Danny," Sharon said. "Force me. Take me. Make me
fuck for you. Hurt me till I do it--"
Sharon was still on her knees. I liked it that way. "Sharon," I
said. "Did Cindy ever tell you how I first had her?"
"I--no," Sharon said. "How?"
I thought she was lying just to hear me tell it again. I didn't
mind. "I made a trade with her old boyfriend," I said. "I gave him
my sister Barbara to fuck in exchange for sexy Cindy. Only Cindy
didn't want to go along, so a whole crowd of guys jumped her and
spread her out on the floor and four of them held her down and
pinned her arms and legs and they stripped her buck naked and held
her while I took her. Cindy was struggling and fighting like
anything, but I dug the hell out of it. I raped her and raped her.
And the other guys did it to Barbara. And then all of us fucked the
two of them all night long. Over and over. What a night that was!"
Sharon was panting. Her body was swaying slightly. "Ohh god,"
she breathed. "Oh, god, Danny. Will--will you do that to me?"
"Maybe," I said. "Not right away. I want you all for myself the
first time anyway. We'll have lots of chances to pass you around.
Would you like that?"
"Ooohhh...I--oh my lord...Wh-what else will you do to me?"
"Sharon," I said. "You're making my cock stand up. I can't wait
to get you home and watch you take all your clothes off and put my
hands all over that scrumptious body. Crawl for me, Sharon. Go on.
Right now, right here. With your clothes on. Crawl around the
floor."
Sharon looked fearfully at the door. Anyone could come in any
time. But she got on her hands and knees and crawled. I watched
that young, sinfully nubile body crawling degradingly for my
pleasure, and I almost came in my pants.
"Danny," Sharon panted. "Tell me how you'll hurt me. Please,
Danny. Will you...will you whip me?"
"Of course," I said. "I'll whip your soft, smooth body from top
to bottom. And laugh at your screams."
"Aaaahhh!" Sharon moaned. She crawled toward my chair.
"Danny...Cindy said you...you burned her...with cigarettes!"
"That's right."
"Oh god, Danny! Ohh my god! On--on her--on her breasts--
her--her nipples--"
"Right. And other places too. High on her thighs was nice. She
always--"
"Oh, Danny, Christ! I can't--will you do it to me? Oh god, I--I
want--I'm so--Will you? Oh, I can't stand it! On--on my breasts!?!"
"Okay," I said. "If you fuck nice for me."
"Take me home, Danny. Do it now. I want you to make me fuck
you."
16:
"I want to buy something," Sharon said. "Can we stop?"
"Ask my permission, slave," I said.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said. "Please, master, may I stop and buy
something? Please?"
"All right."
I waited in the car. I couldn't believe I had just met this girl
that morning, that she was a virgin, and that I was about to fuck
her fantastic body. And most of all, that she was the submissive,
pain-loving, force-worshipping girl that she was.
By the time we got to my house my cock felt as big as a baseball
bat. "Sharon," I said. "Strip. Strip for me, you gorgeous little
sex baby, and show me that fine young body. Because I'm going to
fuck you to kingdom come."L
Sharon swallowed. "Danny," she said. "Look what I bought for
you."
And she pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
And a book of matches.
She held them out to me. Her hand was shaking and her breath was
suddenly fast.
My head was spinning. "Christ," I said. "What's that for?"
"What--what do you think?" Sharon said, but her voice was not
steady. "I don't smoke, Danny."
"You want me to use them on you," I said. "On your tits."
Sharon groaned. "Oh, I--Oh, Danny--yes. Yes! Burn me--like you
did to Cindy. Oh, god--I want to--Oh, do it, please, Danny. Hurt me
and make me fuck you. Make me!"
"Look," I said. "One thing at a time, okay? I'd love to burn
you, Sharon, god knows. But--let's fuck first. I want you damn
luscious body. Now strip or I'll rip that stuff off of you."
"But I want you to--I can't do it if you don't--"
I took the cigarettes from her. "Not now, Sharon."
Sharon took a long shuddering breath. And her hands went to her
blouse buttons. "Look, Danny," she whispered, unbuttoning the top
button. "Look." She opened more buttons, slowly, hands trembling.
And finally she pulled the blouse apart. She wasn't wearing
anything under it.
"Look at them," Sharon said. I did. Her breasts were fabulous.
High and round and firm, young and slightly swaying. Hard, hard
pink nipples thrusting outward. I stared at them.
"They're yours, Danny," Sharon said. "You can do anything you
want to them. Please hurt them, Danny. Please burn them. Burn them
and I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you and fuck you, please, Danny,
please..."
"God!" I said. "My god!" Then I said, "Take that skirt off."
"Yes, Danny." And she opened the skirt and it fell to the floor.
Her panties were still in my pocket. She was naked. Naked and
breathtaking.
"Christ," I said.
"It's all for you, Danny. Make me give it to you. Hurt me.
Now..."
"All right," I said, panting. "All right, you bitch. I'll hurt
you, all right. Get on that bed."
Sharon moved to my bed and lay down on her back. Those tits just
stood up in the air like two big balls with pink nipples. But they
heaved up and down with Sharon's rapid breathing. I took out a
cigarette from the pack and put it in my mouth, watching Sharon's
wide, staring eyes. I struck a match and lit it. Sharon licked her
lips. My mouth was dry too.
I said, "Put your arms above your head. Stretch out."
Sharon reached her arms up toward the top of the bed, and
grasped the bed rail running along the head. It pulled her body
taut and brought her breasts up to stick out even more from her
body.
"Stay that way," I said. "Don't let go. You look fantastically
sexy." I took a drag on the cigarette and the tip glowed. Sharon's
body trembled, making her upthrust tits quiver. She bit at her lip,
and I saw a trickle of perspiration down her side.
"You're scared," I said. "You're frightened to death, aren't
you, you slut?"
"Y-yes," she panted. "Yes. But do it, Danny. Do it!"
I sat down on the bed. "Try not to scream too loud," I said.
"All right," Sharon said. "I won't scream."
"Yes, you will," I said.
"Ohh...ohh...I-I'll try to hold it in," Sharon said.
"I'm going to burn you now," I said. "Don't close your eyes,
Sharon. Watch me while I burn you."
"Yes, Danny," she gasped.
I brought the glowing cigarette down close to her skin. She
hissed sharply.
"Hot, isn't it?" I said. "Stay still now, Sharon." And I touched
the cigarette to her breast. Just lightly, and then again. And I
let it linger just a bit. Sharon' s whole body went tight. A
whining sound came from her throat. I kissed her skin again with
the red tip. I slid it over the soft under part of her tit.
Sharon's body arched up off the bed, straining in every fiber,
quivering tautly with pain. She clamped her teeth together, but she
couldn't stop the stangled animalistic sounds of agony from her
constricted throat. "UUNNNNGGGHHHH! UGHHKGHHHHHGHGH! OWWWGGGHHH!
AAUUGGGHHHHH!" Horrible gurgling, choking noises from her clenched
mouth as her body shook and twisted and flailed, her hands holding
with a death grip to the bed rail.
And then I slowly, very slowly, ground the cigarette out on her
nipple.
17:
"Don't move," I said, and I stood up and took my clothes off
quickly, looking down at that taut, writhing, delicious, spasming,
pain-filled body. I had put off burning the other breast, but the one
I had used the cigarette on was spotted with angry-looking burn marks.
It only made that high, straining mound look sexier than ever. Sharon
was sobbing and moaning, gasping for breath between sobs and twisting
erotically on the bed, but she didn't let go of the top rail. My cock
stuck up and out like a club.
Slowly, naked now, I got out another cigarette and lit it.
Sharon's tear-filled eyes got wide and darted about like an animal's.
"What's wrong, Sharon?" I said. "Had enough? Hurts, doesn't it?
Want me to stop?"
Sharon gulped and closed her eyes. "Anything you want, Danny,"
she gasped.
My prick jumped.
"Eyes open," I said, sitting down again. Sharon obeyed, and I
grinned into her eyes as I slowly, tortuously brought the fiery tip
down toward her untouched and writhing tit. I started with the nipple
this time, and then worked outward around it, planting hot little
kisses with the torturing cigarette all around the soft white skin.
Again Sharon's body stiffened, arched tautly off the bed,
twisting and bucking and jerking and squirming, making her breasts
bounce and roll on her chest. Again she tried to hold back her scream,
but not as successfully this time. I watched her avidly as I kissed
her flesh with the glowing tip again and again, watched her straining
arms and flailing body and taut, quivering thighs and calves. And her
twisting, beautiful, agony-suffused face.
"AAAUUUUGGHHH!" she howled. "AUUUURRGH! OOOOOOHHH!
UUUNNNNNGGGGGHH! AAAIIII! AAAIIIEEEE! UNNNHH. UNNHUNNUNNHH! ARRRK! OH
JESUS OH JESUS AAAAAAAAAA!"
"God," I panted. "God, you're gorgeous!" And I continued what I
was doing.
"ARRRRGGH! OH NNNAAAA, OHOHOHOHOHOHAUHAUHAUHUNNNHHH! UNHUH.
UNHUH. UNHUHH. NOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEGGGHHHH!"
I finished by grinding the thing out on her nipple again. And
then I sat back and watched as she sobbed and sobbed and gasped and
moaned as she absorbed the unbearable pain.
"Now," I said finally. "Now, Sharon. Now, you cock-teasing,
fucked-up cunt. Now you'll fuck for me, won't you, you whore?"
"AAHHH. Y-YES, UNNHH, YES, OH GOD YES, OH GOD YES, FUCK ME, GOD
FUCK ME, NOW, FUCK MEEE NOOOOWWWW!"
I put a hand on one scorched tit and clutched it. "AAAUUOUHHHH!"
Sharon cried, twisting hard.
"Open those legs, Sharon," I said. And Sharon slowly spread her
lovely, curving, scrumptious, trembling legs apart for me.
I lay on top of that fabulous squirming body and thrilled to the
quivering softness of her flesh, the smooth yielding mystery of her
thighs as I positioned myself at her cunt. I lay down flat, mashing
her tortured tits against my chest, making her cry out again. "Kiss
me, Sharon," I said, and I jammed my mouth down on hers, kissing her
twisting lips and glorying in the muffled cries and sobs and howls she
emitted into my mouth.
I raised my head to look straight into Sharon's eyes, and then I
lunged at her, ripping away her virginity with one mighty thrust.
Sharon made a horrible squawking noise like a dying swan, and then
hissed loudly and jerked her body away as much as she could as I
rammed up all the way into her tight, clutching, wriggling cunt.
"No, Sharon," I said into her face. "You can't get away. I'm
fucking you now. You're not a virgin any more, Sharon. I'm inside you
and I'm fucking you. Fucking you. Fucking you."
"Ohh!" Sharon cried. "Oh god! Oh Danny! Ohh...ohh...ohhh!"
"You filthy bitch, you love it, you slut."
"Yesssssss!" Sharon gasped loudly. "Oh, yes! Danny! Do it! Hurt
me! Kill me!"
"You sweet, luscious, pain-loving piece of ass," I said. "Fuck me
back, Sharon. Come on. Fuck me back."
"Ohh yes!"
"Wrap your sexy legs around me and fuck me good!" I said.
"Danny--" Sharon's body was moving now, moving with me and
against me, her hips rising and falling and bucking. Her thighs
brushed my waist. She squirmed and tossed and wiggled, and I banged my
chest against her aching tits to make her buck harder still. It
galvanized her body and she curled all of herself around me and fucked
like a demon, yelling and sobbing and digging her nails into my back.
"Hurt me!" she yowled.
"I will," I promised, getting ready to shoot my gism into her. "I
will, Sharon. For the rest of your life."
"Ohh," Sharon wailed. "Ohh, yes...ohh I'm--ohh god
I'm--I--I'm--ohh--Aaahh...AAAIIIIEEE..."
18:
I was amusing myself by pinching Sahron's burn-blistered nipples
and watching and listening to her reacting to the pain. She loved it
and hated it, wanted it to stop and hoped it would go on, begged me to
show some mercy and babbled that she wanted me to keep her in pain
forever.
"God," I said. "You sweet writhing howling cunt. Tell me what you
are, Sharon." And I took a burn-covered breast in my mouth and bit
into it.
Sharon screamed and told me what she was. She said she was a
whore, and a slut, and a cunt, and an asshole, and a dirty bitch and a
filthy cunt.
"Go on," I said, and she said she was a piece of ass and a piece
of shit and a worthless fuck.
"And a slave," I said.
Yes, Sharon said, oh god yes, she was a slave, my slave, my
worthless crawling grovelling whore of a slave, and--and--
"And an ass-licker," I said. "And a piss-lapper. And what else,
Sharon?"
"Ohh--Ohh Jesus god, Danny, ohh Christ--"
"A cocksucker."
"Ooohh."
"Say it, Sharon."
"I-I'm a cocksucker--" Sharon gasped.
I raised a hand to her mouth then, and rubbed it over her soft
lips. "Oh, yeah," I said. "That is right, baby. I'll bet you'll make
the finest cocksucker that ever was. That gorgeous mouth is going to
bring me off so hard I'm gonna shoot holes in your throat." I stuck
two fingers into her mouth and stroked her tongue. "I want it now," I
said. "I want your sweet little mouth on me, Sharon. I want you to
suck my cock."
"I--I don't--" Sharon said. "I never--"
"You will now," I said, and I sat at the side of the bed. "Get
down on the floor," I said. "Down on your knees, slut, where you
belong. Now."
Sharon slid off the bed and knelt submissively on the floor. Her
body was shaking. My prick was standing up, hard and throbbing.
"Take it, Sharon," I said. "Take that big cock into your
beautiful mouth."
Sharon drew in a long breath and swallowed. Then she bowed her
head and opened her lips and took the tip of my dick between them.
Tentatively at first, but the sensation of those soft, warm, quivering
lips on my aching cock made me gasp.
"More," I commanded.
Sharon was panting through her nostrils as she slid her mouth
further down.
"Go on," I said. "Take it all, you crawling tramp. Take it all!"
Sharon made a whimpering sound around my cock and slid her mouth
still further over it. I felt the back of her palate and I knew she
couldn't take any more without gagging. But I wanted her to gag.
"Swallow it, you bitch!" I said. "Take it down your throat. I
want it all inside your mouth!"
Sharon tried, but gagged and gagged. Her head twisted with the
effort to take the thing further in. It felt fantastic.
"Damn you, you disobedient whore!" I said. "I'll show you how,
you cock-teasing twat." And I grabbed a handful of her soft brown hair
in both hands, and clutching it tightly I jammed my cock hard into her
mouth, pulling her head down over it until her lips were jammed
against my belly. Sharon choked and shrieked around the cock and
struggled wildly against my grip, but I held her there. She gagged and
choked and fought to breathe through her nostrils.. The contortions of
her tight throat around my cock almost had me coming right then. I
held on, ignoring her strangling sounds, until at last she was able to
accomodate herself a bit and managed to hold me in her throat without
gagging, though she still panted hard and jerked around and swallowed
convulsively.
"That's a good little cocksucker," I said. "You're learning,
Sharon. Now use your tongue on it. Lick it. Lick it nice now." And in
a moment I felt the touch of Sharon's trembling tongue on my throbbing
flesh. She licked me until I was ready for the next step.
"All right, Sharon," I said, letting go of her hair. "Now suck.
Suck me like a good docile slave cocksucker. Slowly, Sharon. Slow and
sexy. Go on."
And with quivering lips and tentative tongue and wonderful soft
young mouth, Sharon began to suck my cock. Slowly. Up and down bobbed
her brown head, up and down. Up. And down. Panting. And sobbing. And
shaking. And loving every shameful, degraded, debased, painful,
humiliating minute of it.
"That's right, Sharon baby," I crooned. "That's my gorgeous
little cocksucker. You're a natural, Sharon. You learn fast. Pretty
soon you'll be ready to do that for all the boys at school. You'd like
that, wouldn't you, Sharon? On your knees naked in front of the whole
school, all of them lined up to take their turn in your marvellous
mouth. And you could suck cock all day long." Sharon was moaning and
squirming and sucking harder. "I'm going to come now, baby. Come right
in your mouth, Sharon, and I want to watch you swallowing my come, all
of it, every drop. Now. Now, Sharon...NOW!"
19:
When Sharon showed up at school the following day in her tight,
tight sweater and short skirt which I had told her to wear, she was
the focus of attention for more reasons than one. The story of what
she had done in the hall had spread rapidly around school; and many
kids who had known about my relationship with Barbara put two and two
together, and stared at sexy Sharon with their tongues hanging out.
Sharon walked around with a red face all day. But she had no way to
stop the bouncing and jiggling and swaying of her thrusting breasts,
or to make them less obvious as the sweater clung to the round curves
like paint, and the nipples poked the material out in two perfectly
outlined, delicious little bumps. Nor could she do anything to cover
her bare thighs, exposed far higher than usual, and almost revealed up
to her pussy when she sat down.
At lunch, about a hundred guys tried to sit down at our table,
but it only sat six aside from us. They all ogled Sharon madly.
"What these guys really want for lunch is you," I said. "Right,
boys?"
Sharon was blushing furiously, squirming under their avid gazes.
"Which one of these clowns do you want to fuck?" I said.
Suddenly there was absolute silence.
Sharon swallowed. "I--Danny, I--"
"You're going to fuck somebody, Sharon, just to show what a
willing slave you are," I said. "So choose, or I'll do it for you."
"Ohh--" Sharon moaned.
"Okay," I said. "I have an idea. Listen to me, Sharon. I want you
to tell me who you think--the truth now--who you think is the ugliest,
most unattractive, most disgusting-looking boy in this whole school."
Sharon's eyes widened.
"That's right, bitch. Because that's the one you're going to lay
for today."
"Oh, god--" Sharon gasped. "Danny--"
"Shut up," I said. "Now, I want the truth, Sharon. The absolute,
positive truth. I'll know if you're lying to me. Won't I, slave?"
Sharon gulped and nodded.
"All right. Come on, now. Who is it?"
Sharon licked her dry lips. "I--Danny, please--I-I'll--"
"Who, Sharon? Tell me right now, you filthy slut, or I'll strip
you naked and lay you out on this table and make you screw every guy
in this room. Come on. Who is it?"
Sharon's eyes filled with tears. "I-it's--G-Gus M-Miranda," she
said chokingly. And she shuddered.
There was a loud guffaw from the watching guys. "Damn," one said,
"she's telling you the truth all right! Gus is so horrible-looking
nobody will go near him. Even his mother, I'll bet!"
"Okay," I said. "That's a good girl, Sharon. Now I want you to go
find old Gus and bring him to me. Then you can tell him the good
news."
Sharon shook her head instinctively. "Oh, no, oh, no, Danny
--please. Not him. Please, no--I can't. Not with him, please--"
"Sharon," I said.
"Please--" she whimpered.
"Sharon. I want you to show all these fellows what a degraded
whore you are. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes--" Sharon said softly.
"Now are you my slave or not? Now look out, Sharon. Because if
you say yes, you are never to object to my orders again. No matter
what. You'll crawl naked through the mud to lick my shit if I say so.
Is that clear?"
Sharon caught her breath. "Ohh. Ohh god, I--yes, Danny."
"Now. Say it, Sharon. Loud and clear, before witnesses. What are
you?"
And Sharon took a long, shuddering breath and said in a soft but
clear voice, "I--I am your slave, Danny. I am. I will do what you say.
Anything you say. I will crawl through the mud naked to lick your
shit. I am your degraded, crawling slut slave. I'm sorry I argued with
you. My desires mean nothing. Command me to sacrifice my body to
anyone you wish. My body is yours to command. My whole being is yours
to control. I love you."
Sharon was panting as she said this. The guys were goggling. My
cock was stiff as anything. I said, "Good. Now go find Gus and bring
him back like a good little doggy."
Sharon went.
"Holy fucking shit!" Barney Smith said. "Can I have her next,
Danny? I'll give you anything you want!"
"Hey, does that broad have anything on under those things?"
another guy said.
"You'll find out," I said.
Sharon finally came back with old Gus, who was indeed a really
disgusting specimen, fat and kind of scrunched up and pimply, with
awful, green-looking teeth and ratty hair and an ugly smirk and foul
breath on top of it.
"What the hell you want?" he said.
"Okay, Sharon," I said. "Tell him."
"I--" Sharon looked at me wildly, looked at the watching guys,
looked at the floor, bit her lip. "Right here?" she moaned. "In front
of--"
"Now!" I said.
"I--ohh, I--ohh god." Sharon's voice was shaking. "G-Gus...
I...You--" I waited patiently, enjoying her difficulty. Gus watched
her high, heaving tits. "I-I'm going to--ohh--I'm going to fuck you,"
Sharon blurted.
Gus stared at her.
"Don't you want to fuck Sharon, Gus?" I said.
Gus couldn't talk. But he nodded like a madman.
"Sharon, tell Gus--and all the guys--what you're wearing under
your skirt."
And Sharon whispered, "Nothing."
And I told her to show them...
20:
Mr. Boggs found out about Sharon after the day she spent in the men's room.
I took her in there early in the morning and tied her in place, paying no attention to her begging and sobbing. "This place needs another urinal," I said. "And you're it for today, Sharon."
Sharon still pleaded pitifully as I got her into position, but it only made my cock hard. I sat her down on the cold hard floor with her bare legs stretched in front of her, then pulled them apart and fastened each ankle so that her legs were spread tautly out toward the sides, allowing a man to step in close to her seated body. I bound her wrists together and pulled her arms up over her head, tying them to a hook on the wall. Then I took her long hair and pulled it up till the pain in her scalp made her hold her head erect, and I wound it around the same hook and fastened it tightly. Sharon couldn't move her body at all, and any head movement caused her pain.
"You look beautiful, Sharon," I said. "Sitting there with all the other urinals. I think you'll get more use than any of them today, don't you?"
"Danny--you can't--"
"I can," I said. "Humiliating, isn't it? Think how disgusting it will be to have all the guys pissing into your mouth. Oh, I forgot. Any time a guy starts to take a piss, you open your mouth for him. You got that, Sharon? Open up like a good little piss pot and take his piss in your gorgeous mouth. And swallow it, of course. All of it. Okay, Sharon?"
"Oh, no, Danny, no, please don't, don't make me do this, Jesus, no--"
"Oh, cut it out," I said. "You'll be so hot from being pissed on all day long that you'll be the wildest fuck of all time. A little slimy, no doubt, but--"
"Oh, you rat," Sharon said. "Oh god, you're dirty, Danny."\par
"And you eat it up," I said. "Speaking of which--" I looked at that taut, trussed up body on the hard floor, those spread-out curvy legs, the pulled-up arms, the strained face. I came close to her and dug out my prick and pushed it at her quivering lips. "Suck this, Sharon," I said. "Give me a good fast blow job just to start things off."
And, moaning, Sharon took my cock in her mouth and did what I said. She whimpered a lot, because each bob of her head hurt her scalp, so she sucked with her lips and used her tongue a lot, and soon had me coming in hard bursts down her gulping throat.\par
"Okay," I said, zipping up. "Have fun, now."
Word soon got around about our new urinal, and every guy in school used that bathroom at least once that day, and most guys several times. Most of them just pissed in her mouth, but others would miss it deliberately and chortle as their piss splashed over her face and got into her eyes and up her nose and wet her hair, and dripped onto her tightly bound body. Some guys pissed right on her body, hitting her tits mostly. In an hour or two she was soaked through, and her bra-less breasts showed right through the sopping wet blouse she wore as if they were naked, the nipples hard with shame, the aureoles clearly visible. Her skirt was not as diaphanous, but it too was plastered against her crotch and her upper thighs. Sharon was soaked and running with piss, dripping with it, and she must have swallowed a couple of gallons of it.
In the afternoon I untied her and told her to go to her regular classes. Just as she was. Without washing or drying off or changing. Sick with piss and humiliation, dripping and stinking and with almost everything she had showing clearly through her clothes, Sharon walked the corridors and sat in the classroom. She thought she was going to die.
But that night, as I had said, she fucked like a wild woman, tossing and bouncing and howling and bucking under me, coming again and again and again as though she might go on forever.
And next day Mr. Boggs called me to his office. So I had to let him borrow Sharon for an hour or so. After Barbara, he was not so easily shocked, and he was ready. All he did when Sharon walked in was to grab her by the nipples and pull her to him and kiss her hard, pinching those nips to make her cry out against his mouth. Then she was lying back across his desk with her skirt up above her hips and he was inside her, fucking at her writhing body, his hands covering her tits, working at them as he thrust in and out.
"Sweet little schoolgirl," Boggs panted as he fucked. "Gorgeous young thing, drinking all that piss, my god, I'd like to have watched that, damn, you lovely young cunt, all wet with piss and your hard round breasts showing right through and your hair holding your pretty head up and you drinking all that piss and crying and squirming and oh god it's fine, oh it's so fine, wiggle for me, you sexy young thing, oh your tits are so firm and soft and your damn thighs and your cunt I'm coming in your cunt I'm hosing you you bitch TAKE IT..."
21:
I had put off auctioning Cindy off at school, though all the guys
were begging me to do it. I liked having Cindy walk around with all
the fellows knowing I was going to put her up for auction, and with
Cindy knowing she would go to one of them as soon as I got around to
it. So I was in no hurry, and I wanted some fun and games with both
Cindy and her gorgeous gift to me, wonderfully submissive Sharon.
Cindy cursed and fought what she thought was a betrayal of our
bargain, but all I had to do was mention Tim, and Cindy would
capitulate, shaking and cursing some more.
But now I had that luscious blonde body lashed to my bed and
tossing her head wildly back and forth as she pleaded frantically with
me to take the burning cigarette out of her cunt.
First I had made her strip naked and spread her body for me. I
took hold of her ankles and dragged her body down toward the foot of
the bed, hauling her legs over the foot rail, until her curving hips
lay over the rail, her sexy legs hanging off the end. I pulled the
legs down and apart and bound each ankle to a leg of the bed. Cindy's
lower body lay on a slant, her hips canted up and resting painfully on
the narrow foot rail, her exposed pussy almost thrusting outward,
beautifully accessible. Cindy was already sobbing. I then pulled her
arms above her head and tied her wrists together and stretched her
body into a taut, straining arch before tying off the rope at the top
of the bed. Cindy writhed and twisted mouth-wateringly, but I wasn't
through. Lastly I tied a long rope around her waist and fastened it
under the bed, so the motions of her lower body were still more
limited. Her hips could move very little, and her thighs could only
strain and quiver. Her breasts stood out and up, and I slapped them a
few times to watch them bounce and roll. Cindy began to call me names,
so I put out a couple of preliminary cigarettes on her tits and body.
I had had Sharon watching all this time, watching and panting and
wishing I was doing it to her, but afraid that I just might do exactly
that. I watched Cindy's gasping and sobbing most avidly, and I
clutched Sharon's high round breasts in my hands and told her to get
naked. And she did.
"Cindy wants your body," I said. "But you'll never get it, Cindy.
Eat your heart out." And I showed off Sharon's body by grabbing her
hair and pulling hard, making her arch her luscious young body toward
the girl on the bed.
"Now," I said. "Now, Cindy. The moment we've all been waiting
for." And as Cindy watched with wild eyes, I lit another cigarette. I
puffed it up to get it going good, and then I stuck the unlit end hard
into Cindy's helpless cunt. I pushed it in until it stopped. The
burning tip stuck out.
"Now," I said. "Isn't that interesting? This thing should burn
down nice and slow, Cindy, and you can wait as the burning part gets
closer and closer, and finally--"
Cindy went crazy. She tried to squirm and writhe and twist her
hips, but while the sight of her straining, struggling body made my
cock throb, she was unable to do anything to dislodge the burning
cigarette. Cindy began to beg desperately. It was music to me. I
listened and I watched the slowly, inexorably burning cigarette, and I
told Sharon to get down on her knees and suck my straining prick. I
made her suck it very softly and slowly, just caressing it sensuously
with lips and tongue and mouth, so I could enjoy the stimulation
without coming too quickly. Sharon did it so beautifully and slavishly
that I almost came anyway.
Cindy's face was twisted with fright and horror, her blonde head
whipping from side to side, her bound body arching off the mattress as
she gasped and moaned and begged me with all her might. "Oh god," she
cried out. "Danny, no! No, please, Danny, no, take it out, please take
it out, Danny, for god's sake don't burn me like that, oh Jesus Danny
please, I'll do anything, anything you want, Danny, please take it
out, don't let--Christ Jesus, don't let it--not there, not like this,
oh please I beg you Danny, do anything to me, I'll be so good to you,
please ohh ohh ohh noooo--"
Cindy knew it was no use but she still went on, and I watched the
glowing tip burn down, and I twisted with the joy of Sharon's lips on
my cock, and then the cigarette reached Cindy's cunt and I almost came
as she shrilled out the most hideous scream I had ever heard, and kept
screaming and screaming and screaming and arching and bucking until I
thought she might break the ropes. It went on and on and on and I let
the cigarette burn itself into her pussy and burn itself out and Cindy
was hoarse and babbling and Sharon sucked harder and I shoved her away
and put my cock into Cindy's burned, pain-filled cunt and fucked and
fucked and fucked and came.
22:
"I don't want to," Sharon said, and I slapped her face hard back
and forth. Then I squeezes her nipples through the blouse with all my
might. Sharon howled and twisted and cried, but I kept on pinching,
holding her up by her nipples so she couldn't sink to her knees.
Sharon writhed and flung her head back, yelling and stamping, but her
hips pushed in against mine, squirming wildly. I knew the pain was
only arousing her, so I pushed her back, drew back my fist and punched
her as hard as I could, right in the pit of her stomach.
Sharon doubled over and fell to the floor, where she lay curled
up, clutching her stomach and flailing her legs and spasming
frantically as she tried desperately to suck in air. Her skirt bunched
up over her thighs and her long hair curled over the floor. She began
to pull in air with hard, rasping, retching gasps, the breath coming
out in anguished sobs.
"Roll over," I said.
Sharon probably didn't hear me. I kicked her hard. "Roll over,
whore!"
Still gasping and retching, Sharon painfully turned onto her
back. Her high round young breasts surged up and down. I put my foot
on one and put my weight on it. "Now listen, you filthy bitch," I
said. "Tim is a good pal of mine, you got that? It was Tim who first
gave Barbara to me. It was Tim I sent Cindy to to get her all nice and
docile, after I raped her. And if Tim wants you to pay him a little
visit, you'll damn well do it." I stood harder on her breast. "You got
that, Sharon? Now say, Yes, Danny. I will pay Tim a visit, and I will
do anything he wants me to do. I will fuck for him and I will suck him
off and I will take him up my ass and I will gladly let him whip me
and burn my tits and do any damn thing he wants to my worthless
whore's body. Say that to me, Sharon. Or else I'll drag you up by your
hair and punch you again. And again. And as many times as it takes.
I'm waiting, Sharon."
Sharon was sobbing and shaking, and while she said what I had
told her to, I took my shoe off and when she had finished I put my
foot on her face. "Suck my toe," I said, and Sharon opened her mouth
and I stuck my big toe inside and made her suck it like it was a cock.
Then I got down and knelt on her, knelt crouching over her face
with my knees on her stomach. Sharon squalled and twisted with pain. I
unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and thrust it at her mouth.
"Suck!" I said, and Sharon took my cock in her mouth and I kept all my
weight on my knees on her stomach and fucked her lovely face as she
moaned and sobbed and gasped around my prick.
"Suck it, Sharon," I said as I moved slowly back and forth. "Suck
it, you goddam slut whore dirty fucking twat. Suck it and think about
how you'll be hanging naked by your wrists while Tim whips your soft
young body to ribbons and puts out his cigarettes all over your tits
and thighs and in your cunt--"
I knew this was probably turning Sharon on as much as it
frightened her, but I was coming in her mouth and I pulled out and
spurted all over her face.
"Don't wipe it off," I said.
And I got up and called Tim. I said, "She's here if you want
her," and when he came and saw Sharon lying on the floor, panting and
writhing, her skirt around her hips and come all over her face, Tim
shook my hand.
"What a doll," Tim said. "I want to see what her tits look like."
"Show him, Sharon," I said, and Sharon opened her blouse without
getting up. I told her to take her skirt off too, and she did.
"Great tits," Tim said, and he took a little whip out of his
pocket.
Sharon screamed.
"Hold her hands," Tim said, and I grabbed Sharon's wrists and
pulled her arms high up above her head, making her breasts thrust
boldly upward. I pinned her wrists down and held them tightly as her
body started to buck and roll.
Tim smiled and whipped her breasts. He whipped them very hard and
with great precision, one at a time, his whip cracking like a pistol
and cutting cruelly into her sensitive flesh and her nipples. Sharon
twisted and howled and kicked, but to no avail, and my cock was hard
again, and I bent forward and kissed Sharon's screaming, tortured
mouth. I bit at her lips, and when Tim finally finished with her
breasts and began whipping her thighs, I moved down and bit the
tormented tits, bit the welted skin and the blistered nipples, bit and
sucked and chewed at them while Sharon shrieked and shrieked as Tim
flogged her curving, sexy, mouth-watering thighs.
We fucked her, both of us, fucking and fucking in her cunt and
ass and mouth, rolling her around for our pleasure, torturing her
luscious young body.
"If Cindy was here we could fuck two girls," I said. "And if
Barbara was here we could fuck three. Three little maids from school.
Pretty maids all in a row."
"We will," Tim said. "We'll have all of them next time. Barbara
and Cindy and Sharon. Fuck them all, hurt them all, make them all
crawl and scream and suck and beg and strip and fuck and howl and cry
and hurt..."
23:
Tim was now a good pal, and I almost fell over when I knew that I
could have any girl I wanted just by telling him and letting him do
his thing with her.
And then I realized this meant grown-up girls too. Anybody.
Anybody at all. Even teachers! And my head spun as I thought of my
history teacher. Miss Lisston. A scrumptious doll with a body that
didn't quit. All the guys in class had constant hard-ons for her. And
I knew she was cool and aloof, and I had to have her.
Miss Lisston, god!
So I told Tim.
But first I tried to spare her that. After class I said to her,
"Miss Lisston, I know a man who can make women do anything he wants,
by hurting them and torturing them until they're so terrorized that
they can't resist. He's a friend of mine, Miss Lisston, and I want
you, so if you just do what I want I won't have to let him at you. How
about it?"
Miss Lisston slapped me and got all red. "You are despicable,"
she said. "And I am going to report you to the principal."
So of course Boggs had to call me in and confront me, but I had
an ace in the hole.
"I have another treat for you, Mr. Boggs."
"Another one?" His eyes lit up.
"Right. Just as good as Barbara and Sharon, and a dyke to boot.
Interested?"
"Damn right!" Boggs said.
"I'll call Cindy," I said.
"Cindy Rapp?" Boggs said.
"Right."
"My god! That sexy, bouncing blonde bitch? Christ! I want her!"
And soon Cindy came in. Boggs was practically drooling.
Cindy saw me and started to cry.
Boggs loved it. He couldn't wait. He pulled out his dick and he
sat back in his chair and told Cindy to sit across his lap and fuck
him. I only had to light up a cigarette to get her to do it.
Cindy sat on Boggs' lap and took his cock up into her cunt and
cried as she moved up and down. Boggs told her to take her sweater off
as she fucked him, and she did. Her skirt was rucked up over her
thighs and her gorgeous round tits bounced in front of him as she
moved up and down. And he twisted her nipples until Cindy yelled, and
then he told me to use my belt on her bare back while she fucked him.
So I whipped off my belt and laid it across that smooth white
back and Cindy screamed. Boggs grabbed her yellow hair and pulled her
face to his and jammed her mouth against his. He kept her there by her
hair and kissed and kissed her as I continued to lash her back with
the belt. Until Boggs came hard inside her jouncing cunt and groaned
into her mouth.
He dumped her onto the floor then and told her to clean up his
cock with her lips and tongue, and as she did it, sobbing, he called
her all his usual names.
After that we had her take off her skirt and when she was naked
we had her crawl and roll and dance for us and display her body to us
until Boggs was hard again, and he fucked her gorgeous ass while I
pissed in her mouth. Then Boggs pissed on her face and made her suck
his cock again, and then as a last treat I gave him a cigarette and we
both put our butts out on Cindy, one on each nipple.
"Thanks," Boggs said. "And if you get to Miss Lisston, I want
some of that too."
"Right," I said.
And I took Cindy out naked into the hall and made her get dressed
out there. She dressed very quickly, but still drew a good crowd. I
gave her to one of the guys for the night and went to history class.
Miss Lisston looked kind of pale. At the end of the class she
said, "Danny, please stay after class."
When they all left, Miss Lisston closed the door. She stood
facing it for a minute, then slowly turned and faced me. She
swallowed. Then she said, "What...what do you want me to do?"
I went to her and she backed away. "No, no, Miss Lisston," I
said. "Don't go away. Stay right there, you sexy stuck-up little
bitch."
Miss Lisston gasped, but stayed where she was. I grinned at her,
and slowly and deliberately I raised my hands and put them on her
beautiful thrusting breasts. Miss Lisston's body tightened and she
closed her eyes.
"No," I said. "I want you to look at me, Miss Lisston. Look at me
while I'm feeling you up."
Miss Lisston reluctantly obeyed.
"Yes," I said. "I'm rubbing your tits, Miss Lisston. Rubbing and
stroking and mauling your luscious hard-nippled tits. And soon I'm
going to see them naked."
Miss Lisston bit her lip and whimpered. It made my cock jump.
"Right, Miss Lisston. I'll see them naked and bare, and the rest of
you, too. Your fantastic legs. I often think about them, Miss Lisston,
and about what your fine thighs are like and about having them wrapped
around me while I fuck the shit out of you."
"Oh god," she moaned. "Ohh nooo..."
"Oh yes, Miss Lisston," I said. "And your mouth. God, your
wonderful soft sweet sexy mouth. I jerk off thinking about it sucking
on my prick, my prick fucking your mouth and you sucking and licking
and kissing and tonguing until I shoot it all down your throat."
"You are a loathesome boy," Miss Lisston hissed.
I clamped her tits hard.
"Aaahhh!"
"On your knees, Miss Lisston," I said, clamping harder. "Down on
your stuck-up knees and grovel and suck my cock a while. Then you can
strip for me, Miss Lisston, and spread your gorgeous legs and cry all
you want as I fuck your magnificent body to death."
24:
Miss Lisston had a lot of clothing on--underthings, slip,
stockings, pantyhose, all kinds of stuff--but under it her body was
still better tha I had thought it would be. I lounged against her desk
and watched as, piece by piece, Miss Lisston took it all off. Crying
and pleading with each garment. My cock was a rock. Not only did I
force her to strip completely, and slowly, right in front of me; but I
wouldn't allow her to turn away or to cover herself with her hands.
And I made her look at me as she stripped down.
And then Miss Lisston was naked, completely naked before me,
shaking and sobbing and going crazy with the effort of keeping her
hands down at her sides as my eyes slid slowly and deliberately up and
down that luscious and quivering body. Barbara and Cindy and Sharon
had been sexy young girls, but this was a sexy young woman. A body
that was fully mature but still bouyant, soft, smooth and
fantastically erotic. Her breasts thrust up and out, round, full
globes, bouncy and high-set, with long red nipples. Her thighs curved
alluringly, her calves rounded beautifully and tapered down
classically to slim, gorgeous ankles.
I stared and stared as Miss Lisston shook and sobbed. And then I
put my hands on her. All over her. And my mouth too.
And then I made her lie down on the floor. I had no other place
to put her, but I didn't care. The floor was dirty as hell, but I made
her lie down on her back and I told her to spread her legs. "Wide,
Miss Lisston," I said. "Wider. Wider still."
"Stop!" Miss Lisston sobbed. "Don't. What are you--I can't do
this, oh god, no--"
"Stay that way," I said, and I ripped off my clothes as I looked
at Miss Lisston lying on the floor naked, her long mouth-watering legs
straining to the limit, spread tautly, waiting for me, her brown hair
spread over the dirty floor, her mouth moaning in shame and horror,
her tits jerking and rolling with her sobs. I got down and lay on top
of her and I told her to put my cock into her cunt.
"No!" Miss Lisston cried.
"All right," I said, "I'll put it into you myself, Miss Lisston.
And after I finish with you I'll give you to Tim again. Is that what
you want?"
Crying harder, Miss Lisston reached down and took my prick and,
with a terrible groan of degradation, brought it to the opening of her
pussy.
"That's a good little history teacher," I said, and thrust into
her. Miss Lisston cried out sharply and her body bucked beneath me. I
fucked her.
"I'm fucking you, Miss Lisston," I said, looking into her wild
eyes. "I'm fucking you. How do you like it?" And I thrust and thrust,
and then I said, "All right, Miss Lisston, now for my favorite
fantasy. I want you to curl your legs around me."
"Ohh god..." she whimpered.
"Do it, bitch," I commanded. "Wrap those wonderful curvy legs
around my waist and lock your ankles behind my back so I can feel the
whole length of your legs on my skin. And clutch those sexy thighs
around me hard. Do it now, Miss Lisston."
And sobbing, Miss Lisston put her legs up and curled them around
me and locked her ankles.
"God!" I said. "Fucking my stuck-up sexy history teacher, with
her thighs clutching my waist and her tits against my chest. Now, Miss
Lisston, I want you to fuck me back. I want you to squirm and twist
and arch your hips and roll around, just like you were with your
boyfriend. You got that, you sobbing slut of a fucker?" And I kept
commanding her to do that until she did, and I lay on top of her with
her legs wrapped around me and I gloried in the forced, unwilling
movements of her body. Miss Lisston didn't stop sobbing and crying and
begging, but she twisted and arched and rolled and bucked and wriggled
and squirmed and jerked, and finally I came, spurting it all up her
cunt.
Miss Lisston begged and pleaded some more when I told her I
wasn't finished with her. But I told her how Tim would love to go at
her again, and that was enough to make her do anything I said. So I
made her suck my cock slowly until I was hard again, and I made her
sit on top of me and fuck me, with her breasts jouncing up and down
and her thigh muscles working, and then I came on her face and she
almost went nuts when I wouldn't allow her to wipe it off.
I told her to come to school tomorrow with nothing on under her
dress, and she sobbed and said she couldn't, and I said if she didn't
I'd make her take it all off right in class in front of all the kids.
By now school was out and most people were gone, but I thought
Boggs might still be in his office, so I decided to show Miss Lisston
off to him.
"I'm going to take you for a walk, Miss Lisston," I said. I took
off my belt and looped it around her neck and made a leash. "Down on
your hands and knees," I said. "And crawl like my little doggie."
"No! Oh please NO!"
"Down!" I pulled her to her knees and held the end of my leash
and opened the door. And I led Miss Lisston, still naked, with the
belt around her neck, out into the hall, and I walked through the
halls with Miss Lisston crawling beside me, crawling naked, sobbing,
retching, all the way to Boggs' office.
What a time Boggs and I had!
25:
Barbara was back for vacation, and it was fantastic to see the
fright in her eyes as she looked at me.
"Two weeks, sis," I said. "What a marvellous time you and I will
have, won't we?"
I saw Barbara gulp and my cock spasmed. God, I loved her fright
and nervousness about what I was going to do to her, and what I was
going to make her do.
The minute she had got home I had brought her to my room and told
her to strip naked.
"God," I said, "I hadn't seen that body in so long I had almost
forgotten how delicious you are, sis."
"Danny--" Barbara said. "Please don't--I mean--I--you know I'll
do what you want, Danny, and I'll be truly good to you, so please--you
don't--you won't--"
"Now, sis," I said. "You know your worrying makes it all the
better for me."
"Danny--don't hurt me."
"You know, Barb, your legs are really terrific," I said. "I love
to look at them. I don't want you to cover them up while you're here.
Okay? I want those gams on view all the time. So all the while you're
back I want you to wear only shorts. Or very, very short miniskirts.
And no stockings. I want bare legs, bare thighs, at all times. You got
it?"
"Y-yes, Danny," Barbara said.
"Good. And of course, no bra. Let your tits bounce around, it's
good for my cock. And no panties, as you know. So your pussy is always
available to me when I want it. Right?"
"Y-yes, Danny."
"And your wonderful mouth, too," I said. "Come here and kiss me,
sis. Kiss me good."
And Barbara brought her bare body over and lay it against me and
kissed me hard, using her tongue and lips and body. I pulled at her
hair as she kissed me, just to hurt her a little and make her luscious
lips twist on mine and her body squirm against me.
"Shit," I said then. "Look at those tits. God, I want to hurt
them!"
"Danny, no! Please no, oh please, Danny, don't--"
"I'll just pinch your nipples a little, sis," I said, and I took
those pink nips in my fingers and began playing tunes on them. Playing
tunes on Barbara, because the noises and whimpers and squeals and
cries and babblings I got out of her by manipulating her nipples with
my fingers was stimulating music in my ears.
I took her to the bed and lay her down across it and told her to
spread for me, and Barbara opened her legs as she moaned with the pain
in her nipples, thrashing her head about frantically. I still clamped
her tits as I slid my hard cock into her warm and writhing cunt.
"Now," I said, fucking my sister slowly. "Now, Barb, I want you
to tell me all about how you went to bed with all those professors up
at school, just as I told you to. Tell me all about it in great
detail. And don't forget to move your hips as you do. Okay, sis?" And
I squeezed particularly hard at her agonized nipples.
Barbara, between sobs and gasps and groans, told me all about her
enforced sex life up at college, and also obediently moved her body in
rhythm with my thrusts. I fucked my sister a long time, listening to
her sobbing tale.
"You talk too much, sis," I said finally, and pulled out of her
and crawled on top of her. "Gag yourself with this," I said, and poked
my cock at her mouth. Barbara opened up like a good frightened girl
and I jammed myu prick all the way in, making her choke. She sucked me
off and at the last moment I pulled back and shot all over her face,
all over her eyes and hair and mouth and nose and chin and everything.
"Barb," I said. "You got me to climax and now I'm all limp. How
can I get hard again so I can fuck you some more, unless I turn myself
on by burning your tits and--"
"No! God, Danny, no!" Barbara yelled. "Look, I-I'll do anything
you want, Danny, I-I'll suck you again, I'll suck you until you get
hard. Okay? Please, Danny, I-I can't take it if you--oh, god, Danny,
I-I'll suck you, I'll fuck you, I-I'll--piss on me, tie me up,
anything, but for god's sake--"
"Okay," I said. "I'll tell you what, sis. Here's my cigarette
pack--"
"NO!"
"Hold it!" I said. "Now, Barb, if you don't want me to burn you,
okay--but."
"B-but what?"
"But I want to watch you in pain, sis. I want you to make lovely
music for me with your screams and howls. I want to watch that body
jerking in agony, writhing and squirming and flailing with it."
"Danny, for god's sake!"
"You do it, sis," I said. "You burn your tits yourself."
Barbara stared at me wildly. "What!"
"And right now," I said. "Or by god I'll do it to you all night
long. Now!"
Barbara was shaking. Involuntary moans came from her mouth as she
shook a cigarette out of the pack. Her hands shook so badly she could
hardly hold it.
"I'll light it for you," I said, and I did.
Barbara swallowed hard. "I--I-I can't," she whimpered.
"Okay," I said. "Give it to me."
"No! Oh god, ohhh--"
Barbara tried. She brought the glowing cigarette close to her
trembling breast, but she couldn't put it against her skin.
"Give it to me," I said.
"No!"
"Give it to me, Barbara. Now."
Barbara was sobbing with terror as she handed me the cigarette.
"Barb," I said. "I'm going to love doing this. Hands over your
head."
"D-Danny--"
"Do it, whore!"
Barbara stretched her arms above her head, tautening the
quivering tits. I smiled.
"No, no," she babbled. "I can't, don't, no, please no, I oh Jesus
god no--"
And I moved the hot cylinder toward her as slowly as I could,
dragging out her horrible anticipation and my unalloyed pleasure. And
then I kissed her nipple with it and almost came again as I absorbed
the sight of the straining body and the wonderful sounds I lived for.
"AHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHAUUGHHAUHGAIEEENNNOOOOHOHOHOHOHO
Dannydodododohohohohohahahhaahh. NNUNUNUNAU UNH. UNH. UNH.
AAIEEENONONOMORENOMORE ohjesusgod Danny ohjesus god please oh my good
Christ I oh I oh I ohNONONONO ARRRGGHHAAARRRGGH! AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!
Ah ah ah ah ah unh unh unh unnh I-I-I-I-I-AUGHUNHHOHUHAHAHAHA..."
"SIS!"
