16
Avery and his sister were spending a quiet domestic evening at home when
the unexpected visitor showed up. They were, in fact, watching television. Avery
was enjoying it immensely, Lisa somewhat less so. What they were watching was a
videotape made by Avery's friend David only a few days before. It showed David
sitting in a chair, naked, with Lisa, also naked, sitting astride his lap, with
his cock inside her. Avery was standing behind her, whipping her across the back
with his belt. There was no sound with this particular tape, but it was obvious
that Lisa was howling loudly at each blow, and her violent jerking and squirming
under the repeated lashing was giving David great pleasure. As he watched the
tape, Avery was receiving great pleasure also, not only from the sight of his
sister's torment, but also from her mouth as she sucked his cock. She was
crouched beside him on the sofa, and because he had insisted she watch the tape
also, she was keeping one eye on the screen as her head bobbed up and down.
Slowly, the way Avery liked it.
When the doorbell rang, Avery scowled. "Who the hell can that be?" he
muttered. "Shit!" Pushing Lisa away, he stood up and tucked himself back into
his pants, zipping up and trying to push down his hard-on. The girl sat up,
straightening her clothing. Avery went to the door.
The visitor was a middle-aged, rather rotund man wearing a three-piece
suit and carrying a black briefcase. "Good evening," he said, when Avery opened
the door. "Is this the--" He took a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at
it, put it back. "--the Childs residence?"
"Yes," Avery said. "I'm Avery Childs. Something I can do for you?"
"Ah, Mr. Childs," the man said. "Forgive me for calling at this
unconventional hour, but we have been trying to contact you for some--Oh, excuse
me. I'm Henry Donaldson. I'm the student liaison coordinator for the local
school district. I believe you have--"
"Student WHAT coordinator?" Avery said.
"Liaison," Donaldson said, smiling rather apologetically. "That's what
the school district likes to call it nowadays. It used to be called a truant
officer."
"Oh," Avery said.
"Our records show that there is a person, a student, residing at this
address by the name of Lisa Jane Childs. Is that correct?"
"Well, yes," Avery said. "She's my sister."
"Ah. I see. Yes. Well, Mr. Childs, I'm not sure if you're aware of this,
but according to our records, Miss Childs has not been attending school
recently. In fact, at appears she has not attended at all for a period of
several months."
"Well," Avery said. "Actually, Mr. Donaldson, we've decided to take Lisa
out of school. She won't be coming back. So you can close the case. Thank you
for--"
"But--Just a moment, Mr. Childs. I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.
You see, the law in this state requires that a minor child be enrolled in a
certified educational institution, and attend it regularly. Perhaps if I could
speak to the girl's parents..."
"Our parents are dead, Mr. Donaldson. I'm Lisa's guardian."
"I see. Well, let me explain--"
"The fact is, Lisa is being educated at home. She's a very bright girl,
you see, very intelligent, and she's perfectly capable of pursuing her studies
on her own--with the proper supervision, of course. So I don't think you have
to--"
"But unless the girl is under the instruction of a licensed, certified
tutor... And even then, the circumstances would have to be approved by the
school board. I'm afraid, Mr. Childs, you'll have to--"
Avery sighed. "I'll tell you what, Mr. Donaldson. Perhaps the best thing
would be for you to meet Lisa and see for yourself how well instructed she is.
Why don't you come in?"
"Well, I'd be happy to meet the young lady, of course, but I'm afraid it
won't make any difference. The law is very clear on this point, and the board
must conform to it, of course."
"Of course," Avery said, ushering the other man in and closing the door
behind him. "But I think you may find this a special case. Right in here, Mr.
Donaldson." He led the way into the living room. Lisa was sitting demurely on
the sofa--as demurely as she could, given the fact that she was dressed the way
Avery liked her, with her very tight sweater clinging to the curves of her
breasts and outlining clearly the little bumps of her nipples, and her short
skirt revealing most of her sweet young thighs.
"Mr. Donaldson," Avery said, "this is my sister, Lisa. Lisa, this is Mr.
Donaldson. He's from the school district."
"How do you do, Mr. Donaldson," Lisa said dutifully. Her eyes were
apprehensive and somewhat fearful as she looked at Avery, as if to discover what
it was he had in mind. But Avery was watching Donaldson intently as the other
man looked at the girl, searching his face for the signs he hoped to see there.
And he was rewarded. Donaldson's eyes widened a bit, and his mouth seemed to
soften as his gaze took her in, and for a long moment he was unable to keep
himself from staring. Avery smiled.
Donaldson, with an effort, forced his eyes away from her body. "How do
you do, Lisa," he said, a bit hoarsely.
"Pretty, isn't she?" Avery said. "Please sit down, Mr. Donaldson."
Donaldson sank into the proffered chair. "What? Oh, yes--yes. Very
pretty. Now, Lisa, according to our records--"
"Sexy-looking too, don't you think?" Avery said.
Donaldson looked startled. "I--Well, I--I don't think that's really..."
"Oh, come on, Mr. Donaldson," Avery said. "I saw you looking at her. Not
that I blame you. She's really something, isn't she? Would you like to get a
better look? Stand up, Lisa."
Lisa stood up. She didn't look at Donaldson, nor at Avery. Her face was
expressionless, if a bit pale.
"You see how well trained she is?" Avery said. "She has the best
instruction in the world."
"I don't--I don't understand what--" Donaldson said.
"Look at those breasts," Avery said. "Don't they make your mouth water?
You can tell she's not wearing any brassiere. That's because I don't let her. I
often don't let her wear any underwear at all, in fact. That's part of her
schooling."
"Mr. Childs, I--Now look, I--"
"You can see how round and firm they are, even with that sweater on,
can't you? But wouldn't you like to see them naked? You can if you want. I can
just tell her to take the sweater off for you, and she will. She'll do anything
I tell her to. Anything."
"But--but--Mr. Childs... this girl is your SISTER!"
"She's also my student," Avery said. "And I've taught her well, as you
can see. Would you like her to take her clothes off?"
"I--Jesus." Donaldson was sweating. His eyes traveled again,
compulsively, up and down the girl's body. "I don't--Lisa--" He cleared his
throat. "Lisa, what--what do YOU think about all this?"
Lisa hesitated.
"Answer him, Lisa," Avery said.
She did not meet his gaze. When it came her voice was low but clear. "I
do what my brother tells me," she said.
"You see?" Avery said. "Take your sweater off, Lisa."
Her hands trembling only slightly, she took hold of the bottom of the
sweater and pulled it off over her head.
A small sound came from Donaldson.
"Gorgeous, aren't they?" Avery said. "Would you like to touch them? Or
do you want her to take her skirt off first?"
Donaldson's eyes didn't leave Lisa's bare breasts, but he made some kind
of effort to pull himself together. "Now, look," he said gruffly. "I don't know
what you're--if you think you can--can bribe me in some way with--with this
girl..."
"That's just what I think, Mr. Donaldson," Avery said. "I think you want
Lisa in the worst way, and I think it won't be a big deal for you to just adjust
your records a little bit, so we won't have any more interference from the
school board. That's not asking much. Not for this. And when you see what Lisa
can do, I'm sure you'll agree that she doesn't need to learn any more. Not after
you find out just how educated she is--and how well trained. She's got a hell of
an educated mouth, I'll tell you that. And a damn well-educated pussy, too. I'm
still educating her asshole, but it's coming along fine. Maybe you'd like to
help me with that, would you, Mr. Donaldson?"
"Oh, Christ," Donaldson said. He swallowed.
"Take your skirt off, Lisa," Avery said. "And show Mr. Donaldson your
sweet little ass."
Lisa looked at her brother quickly, then away. She pushed the short
skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She then stepped out of
it and turned around, showing Donaldson her back and buttocks.
"Is that a great little ass or what?" Avery said.
"I--" Donaldson cleared his throat. "Christ," he said again.
"Lisa," Avery said, "go over to Mr. Donaldson and let him touch you."
Lisa, turning again, walked slowly toward where the man was sitting, her
eyes lowered. Donaldson watched the slight sway of her breasts as she
approached. She stopped just in front of his chair.
Donaldson's hand reached out reflexively for her breast, then stopped
and fell back. "I can't do this," Donaldson said hoarsely. His breath was coming
faster. "I shouldn't--I could get--"
"Nobody will ever know," Avery said. "I promise you that. Whatever
happens here will never leave this room. Touch her."
"I shouldn't," Donaldson said again. "But it's--she's so... so..."
"Touch her," Avery said.
"Oh, god help me," Donaldson said, and put his hand on the soft tempting
curve of Lisa's thigh. A small sound came from his throat.
"Feels nice, doesn't she?" Avery said.
"Christ," Donaldson said, his hand moving upward over the naked flesh.
"Christ, she's so smooth. So young and smooth. Such a young, lovely girl..." His
hand slid around to clutch at her buttocks.
"Lisa," Avery said. "Ask Mr. Donaldson if he would like to fuck you in
the ass."
Donaldson caught his breath. Lisa's eyes closed for a moment and she bit
at her lip. Her voice was very low.
"Mr. Donaldson, would--would you like to--to fuck me?"
"In the ass," Avery repeated.
"In the ass," Lisa breathed.
"Oh, good Christ," Donaldson said breathlessly. "I can't say no to that.
I'll probably be damned all to hell, but I--she's--I can't say no to that."
"Good," Avery said. "Where would you like her? How about we have her
just bend over the sofa arm here. I find that's a pretty convenient position."
"I don't care," Donaldson said. He stood up and took off his jacket.
Without bothering to undress further, he opened the zipper of his fly and pulled
out his penis, which was fully erect and surprisingly well developed. "I want
her. I just want her now."
"Over the sofa, Lisa," Avery said. "You know the position."
The girl, trembling slightly, moved to one end of the couch and lowered
her upper body onto it, face down, her hips bent over the raised leather arm.
The position thrust her buttocks up provocatively. Her feet still rested on the
floor, imparting a certain tension to her lovely outstretched legs, while her
breasts were crushed beneath her as she hid her face in the sofa cushions.
Avery watched with satisfaction as the sweating Donaldson approached the
girl and bent over her, his hands pulling her firm rounded buttocks wide apart.
A tiny fearful whimper came from Lisa. Donaldson positioned his eager cock
against the small, crumpled opening of her anus, and then, with a hoarse groan,
plunged himself into her.
Lisa's head came up and she gave a shriek of pain, and then continued to
cry out as the man forced his way more deeply into her narrow passage.
"Noisy, isn't she?" Avery said. "Let me help shut her up for you."
Following Donaldson's example by unzipping his trousers and pulling out his
ready cock, he moved to the sofa and sat down, lifting his sister's head by the
hair so he could slide beneath her, then lowering it to his crotch so that her
open, squalling mouth was forced down over his cock.
"That's better," Avery said. He kept his hand in her hair as a kind of
warning, but Lisa didn't need to be told what to do. In spite of her continued
sobbing and moaning, she proceeded to suck Avery's cock while Donaldson moved
still deeper into her tender asshole.
"Jesus, she's tight," he panted.
"Well," Avery said. "Lisa's young."
"Oh, yes," Donaldson said, gasping now as he began to move back and
forth, his movements accelerating, his words coming in breathless spurts,
accompanied by the girl's stifled cries. "Oh yes, she's young... God, she's so
young and tight and gorgeous... A sweet young girl... A lovely little slut of a
girl... Take it, you slut... you gorgeous fucking slut... fucking young girl...
Oh Christ Jesus... Take it... Soft young slut of a girl... fine young girl...
sweet fucking slut whore of a girl... I'm... I'm fucking you... Fucking your
ass... god help me... sweet young girl... sweet... gorgeous... fucking...
slut... of a giirrrrlllll..."
And Donaldson came, his words fading into a rasping, rattling sound as
he collapsed over the girl's body. His weight forced Lisa's mouth down hard over
Avery's cock, and her cry of pain was choked off by her brother's sperm, which
at that moment shot powerfully and repeatedly into her throat. All she could do
to keep herself from strangling was to swallow desperately, gulping the stuff
down while trying to breathe through her nose. At last Avery's cock slipped from
her lips and she lay gasping, panting and sobbing, still trapped under
Donaldson's heavy body.
At last the man had recovered enough to get to his feet. He stood
looking dazed, still breathing hard, and shaking his head. "Christ," he wheezed.
"Jesus H. Christ. That was something!"
"You see?" Avery said. "I knew you'd enjoy it. I did too. She's got a
great mouth, our Lisa. Want to change places?"
"Oh, my god," Donaldson breathed. "That's tempting, all right, but I'm
not as young as you, boy. I think she ruined me for the night."
"Oh, I doubt that," Avery said. "I'd bet anything that we can find a way
to get you ready again. Don't you think so, Lisa?"
"I... Yes, Avery," Lisa got out.
"Of course, I'm sure you're going to fix up those records for us now,
aren't you, Mr. Donaldson?" Avery said.
"Oh, hell, yeah," Donaldson said. "I'll just say she died or something.
I guess it was worth it."
"Great," Avery said. "Now let's see, what can we do to give you some
inspiration? I know. Lisa, why don't we show Mr. Donaldson that tape we were
watching. That ought to put him in the mood."
"Avery..." Lisa said.
He looked at her sharply. "What?"
"Nothing, Avery," Lisa said quickly. "I'm sorry. Nothing."
"Good," Avery said. "Go turn it on for us, Lisa."
Donaldson joined Avery on the sofa as Lisa obeyed.
The tape did indeed put him back in the mood, just as Avery had
predicted. He caught his breath and leaned forward attentively at the first
sight of what was happening on the screen, and after a while his breathing
became audible as he watched the silent spectacle of the girl's torment.
When the tape ended, Donaldson turned to Avery, his face red, his eyes
glittering. "I want that," he said. "I want her like that. Fucking me while
you--"
"Why not?" Avery said.
After Lisa, shaking and moaning with fear, had gotten into position,
straddling Donaldson's lap with his revived cock deep inside her, Avery played
the tape again. And as he plied the belt steadily and mercilessly across his
sister's naked back, Donaldson was able to look over her squirming shoulder and
watch the same thing happening on the screen; as he savored the ecstatic
pleasure of the girl's body twisting under the pain of the blows, as she jerked
and bucked and pressed her writhing breasts hard against him in a frantic,
futile effort to get away from the punishing belt, as she plunged dutifully and
agonizedly up and down over his now steel-hard cock, he could watch the girl on
the screen going through the same contortions, suffering the same torture; and
though on the tape her screaming and howling and shrieking could not be heard,
now, in actuality, those sounds resounded through the room, ringing loudly,
abundantly, beautifully, in his ears.
