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WICKED SISTER [ part 2 ] A week had past at the wicked sister's house and requests were drying up, so I decided it was time to move on. The grateful villagers (grateful I left on time, that is) provided me with food and water for a two day's journey, which about matched the distance. Somewhere after midday, when the sun had finally past its zenith, I stopped to eat and drink a little, near a patch of woodland. Having been there a while, I heard the noise of large wooden wheel grinding away, so I turned round and saw a cart drawing near. pulled by a donkey and occupied by a small family of four. Father, mother and two daughters. The girls seemed to me to be about thirteen and fifteen years of age. They were also gorgeous, just starting to bloom with angelic features and slim, athletic bodies, covered not entirely effectively by their garments. Not that everything was on display, but I could get a pretty clear picture of the basics. They seemed to be having the same idea as me, stopping the car t and getting out food and water. I was on the other side of some woods and I didn't particularly feel the need to communicate with them, so I just sat and occasionally watched. It turned out to be a fascinating show. After the meal, the family rested until the girls started to ask again and again if they could sunbathe. Eventually their mother said yes and, not having waited for the 's' to finish, the girls were on their feet and busily removing their clothes. I got interested. Without their clothes, on full display, the girls were everything their forms had suggested when they were clothed: young, athletic girls just blooming into womanhood which, judging by their mother, wouldn't do them any harm. Somehow, like their mother, they had a hint of Asian blood in them, rendering their skins a slightly dark tone and their eyes an almond shape. They lay themselves down on the grass, exposing their private parts by slightly spreading their legs. I took in the sight, finding mysel f somewhat compelled to look. Being young and (very) healthy, the girls were unable to lie still for too long. They jumped up again and started running around, chasing each-other in some game or another. I started to make up explanations for my presence should they stumble upon me, but they went in the other direction. The younger girl ran on, disturbing a young deer and frightening it. The rest of the family started to call her to leave the animal alone, but the girl didn't listen, engrossed in her game of chase. Suddenly the mother deer appeared from behind the bushes and charged. The girl shrieked and ran for her life, taking the shortest route to the cart, where the father and mother had grabbed sticks and a scythe to scare the deer. Unfortunately for the girl, the shortest route led right through a thorny field of plants and she uttered little yelps as the thorns cut her naked flesh, twice, she tripped and fell face down in the thorns, getting up again, with ever more blood-red marks on her young ski n. She had tears in her eyes but ran on for sheer life. When the girl and the chasing deer got close enough, the family started throwing things to scare the deer. Since that didn't seem to work, I decided to step in. I threw a bag of special herbs that exploded with a little bang and a very bright flash. That did the trick. Blowing through its nostrils, the deer turned and ran the other way. To convince the animal, I threw another bag. All the family members looked around at me with big startled eyes, explosions and flashes aren't a common scene, after all. I couldn't immediately take my eyes off the youngest girl, standing there, panting, bleeding from countless little wounds that covered all of her body, including her very private parts and looking at me with tear-drenched and still scared-looking eyes. I tore away my gaze to encounter the older sister and with supreme will power tore away my gaze again. Having recovered from the initial shock, the family members started to thank me abundantly for saving their daughter's life. They inquired whether the herbs I'd used were valuable. In truth, I stated that they were quite valuable, but not irreplaceable and that my supply was more than ample. Nevertheless, the parents turned on their youngest and started to make reproaches: that she'd put herself and the whole family in danger, that she'd cost me a great deal of money and that they hadn't anything to repay me. They concluded that she'd need to be punished. I first mentioned that the running through the thorns was a punishment in itself and the elder sister started to caress her younger sister's tormented skin. My eyes followed her hands for a moment and I noticed that both their private parts were reddening a little and were becoming moderately but distinctly moist... The father stood by his decision and insisted that I'd be given a go at her, too, to compensate at least a little for my cost. When he subsequently produced a very familiar looking whip - the same type used in the village I had visited the previous week, I gave in to my instincts. First, however, the girl was to be beaten by her sister, who got visibly very excited by the prospect. She couldn't help but touch her almost hairless slit, drawing moisture from it. The youngest girl, looking at her sister and me with a strange mixture of fear and excitement took her position, bending over deep against one of the whee ls and spreading her legs wide. She provided access to her most sensitive parts and it didn't go unnoticed. Her parents complimented her. Her sister took her position behind her and lashed out mercilessly. A yelp, a shudder and a quickly disappearing red line. Another whack, and another, the youngest girl started crying again, her older sister was looking at her with pure lust. The sixths lash was her last, though, and with a blush on her cheeks and on her labia, she gave the whip to me. The father instructed me to take another six whacks, but maybe try something different than the lashes across the bum of the girl. I am not unexperienced in lashings, as is any person of my age, and I set to work. The whip hit the ass crack and the tender vulva, already scratched by the thorns. The girl yelped loudly, but the rest were looking on admiringly, the other sister now working permanently on her soaking wet cunt. The other lashes were variations on the theme, hitting sometimes more of the buttocks, at one time only hitting the vulva hard. To my surprise, the whip was wet after that lash... I had finished and the girl stood back up, her face wet with tears, but looking at me gratefully. Her sister started soothing and caressing her, and I produced an ointment from my bag that would heal the wounds quickly. The elder sister jumped on the opportunity and started massaging it lovingly into her little sister's skin. She payed special attention to her small breasts and nipples that were erect by now, then she worked her way down until she started rubbing the young girl between her legs, fondling the clit and sticking one or two fingers in the opening. The young girl sighed, started to moan and wriggled under the loving attention of her older sister. Little time later, the girl came, contorting her angelic face and yelping so loud it was almost shouting. I couldn't count the times she came, but eventually she settled down, satisfied and dreamy, loved by her sister. The spectacle had put my member on full salute, a fact that my clothes could barely hide. The older girl looked at my crotch and said that maybe this had become something of an ordeal in itself. Since she was responsible, she said, she would have to deal with it. With that, she pushed her nude form against me, I lay my hands on her warm skin and caressed it, feeling her taut buttocks and smooth back. In the background the parents had retreated behind the cart and were making love to each-other. I stripped most of my clothes, taking care that I knew where my bag was and leaned on crooked tree that provided comfortable support while my member stood swinging in the air before me. With greedy eyes, the girl moved near, sank on her knees and leveled her face with my penis. Then she opened her mouth and slid it in, slowly, working her tongue and stopping occasionally. She kept going after each pause and eventually I felt the tip reach the back of her throat. She gagged, but controlled it, took a breath and lunged her head forward, wrapping her narrow throat around my penis and causi ng me to grunt. She worked my member with her throat, lips and tongue and did so masterfully. I was getting close to coming, but I had other plans and moved her face back, pulling out. Her hand that had been working her pussy frantically stopped and she looked at me with surprise. She managed to ask me whether she was disappointing to which I could only laugh in disbelief and assure her that quite the opposite was true. I wanted, however to make her feel good, too, giving me time to cool off a little and giving me the pleasure of seeing a beautiful girl come. So I got her up and kissed her. Then kissed her neck while fondling her bum and moving to her vulva. She tilted her hip bone to give me access. Kissing her, I worked her pussy, getting her ever closer. She panted and moaned but stopped me, stated that she was close to coming and asked me to penetrate her to make her come with my penis in her. I was more than happy to oblige and positioned the tip against her soaked labi a, slowly pushing in. As soon as she felt me, she started to come, so I pushed the last bit in with one big lunge, making her shout and come even more. I felt her vaginal muscles contract randomly around my penis as she came at least twice. Exhausted, she dismounted me and sat down to catch her breath, looking at me very gratefully. Then she got to her knees again and slid my penis in her willing mouth, again going all the way, pressing her delicate nose in my pubic hair and working me to my own orgasm, which came and overtook me like a tidal wave. I filled her mouth with my semen, making her gag a little. Some of it spilled out by the side of her mouth. Grinning, she stood up and made a bit of a show of swallowing the last gulp. A few hours later, we were all heading in the same direction, and made good time. The cart carried our luggage. Come nightfall, We settled and made camp for the night. My new companions were eager to hear of my experiences in the village of the wicked sister and the Egyptian Princess, so we settled round the fire and I started to recount. The first day, and night, and then the rest of the week, including the monthly scores of minor and less minor misdemeanors by the children of the village and the spectacle of their punishment... |