If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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it.
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don't read it. 
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story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part One
"Fran's First Time"
By
Norm DePloom
 
Dave stole naked through the dark house without making 
a noise.  His already hard cock bounced up and down 
gently with each step.  He paused outside his mother's 
bedroom to listen and scan the forms lying on the bed.  
'Good' he thought, 'she's asleep'.  He moved silently 
past her bedroom door and down the hall towards his 
younger sister's room.  He crept through her door on 
his hands and knees, and crawled over to her bed.
 
Fran struggled with rising panic against the feeling 
of suffocation.    When Fran realized that this was 
not just a bad dream the panic changed to terror.  She 
redoubled her efforts to throw the weight from on top 
of her. She screamed, but the same pillow that was 
cutting off her air quieted her scream so that even 
her assailant could barely hear it.  Fran had kicked 
her legs trying to push the man off and in the process 
had only allowed him to get between her legs perfectly 
positioned to carry out his plans. 
 
Fran felt her attacker grab the crotch of her panties 
and pull them aside making way for his attack on her 
most private part.  She felt a hard object she could 
only assume was his cock pushing against the opening 
of her pussy. As was her usual procedure Fran had 
masturbated just before falling asleep and the 
residual lubrication assisted her attackers efforts to 
force his way into her.
 
She screamed again and again into the suffocating 
pillow and tried to hit at her assailant with her 
hands.  Her fourteen-year-old virgin cunt stretched 
and tore as the large hard cock forced it's way into 
her depths.  It entered her entirely then pulled out 
and pushed its way back into her again. 
 
As Dave began fucking his sister he slipped his hand 
under the pillow and used it to cover her mouth so he 
could remove the pillow.  After making sure he had her 
mouth covered Dave threw the pillow into the middle of 
the room and stared into his sister's terror filled 
eyes as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her 
tight wet pussy.  He leaned down close to her ear. 
 
"I've waited a long time for this Fran."  He continued 
pumping his cock in and out of her.  "I'm going to 
take my hand off your mouth know.  If you make any 
noise I'll hurt you so bad you'll never recover."  He 
pushed into her deeply twice more then spoke again.  
"Do you understand?"  Fran nodded her head 'yes'.  
Dave pulled his cock out of her, then sank it back in 
as far as he could push it then removed his hand from 
his sister's mouth. 
 
"Why are you doing this."  She whispered.  "Stop it 
now.  If you stop now and leave me alone I won't tell 
any one, I promise."  Dave licked and kissed her neck 
while he fucked his cock in and out of her.  Her cunt 
was already betraying her, lubrication flowed as her 
pussy welcomed the invader. 
 
"No Fran dear," he whispered in her ear as he 
continued fucking her tight young pussy.  "I will 
never stop fucking you."  A soft sigh revealed Fran's 
building excitement.  "From now on you will make 
yourself available for me to fuck anytime I want."
 
"No, I can't.  I won't.  You can't make me.  This is 
wrong.  You're my older brother.  Her hips were 
beginning to rock gently in time to Dave's hard cock 
thrusting in and out of her know wet open cunt.  Dave 
began to suck on her right nipple and felt it harden 
in his mouth  "Oh God please don't do this tome."  
Fran begged.  Dave's only reply was to switch his 
sucking mouth to her left nipple while he continued 
his relentless fucking of her pussy. 
 
For the next few minutes the room was quiet except for 
the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings as the two 
bodies silently fucked each other. Dave's sucking 
mouth moved from her now hard left nipple up her neck 
to her left ear, then across her check to her mouth.  
Fran stubbornly refused to open her mouth to his 
probing tongue.  Dave slipped a hand between them and 
began to rub and twist her hard nipple until she 
sighed and her lips parted allowing his tongue to fuck 
in and out of her mouth in time with is hard cock 
fucking in and out of her now hot cunt.
 
Fran's body tightened under him as her orgasm pulsed 
through her muscles. Her hot pussy grabbed at Dave's 
thrusting cock and milked his cum from him. His body 
tightened with hers, then they both relaxed and Dave 
collapsed onto the bed beside his sister.  Dave laid 
on his side with one arm under Fran's head and his 
other hand cupping her crotch feeling the heat and 
wetness of her just fucked pussy.
 
"I knew you would be a great fuck." Dave whispered in 
her ear.  Fran blushed in the dark.  Shame began to 
overwhelm her.  'God' she thought 'I've just been 
raped by my brother and I came.'  She tried to turn 
away from him. 
 
"Don't turn away from me you little bitch."  Dave held 
her down and would not let her turn her back towards 
him.  "I'm not done playing with you yet." 
 
"Oh God Dave," She whispered pleadingly, "don't do 
anything more.  It's wrong."
 
"Your hot slut cunt doesn't think it's wrong."  Dave 
said as he slipped a finger into her wet hole and 
began to rub his thumb in circles over her engorged 
hard clitoris.  He leaned down and slurped her left 
nipple into his mouth and began to suck and chew it 
back to hardness.
 
"No, if you don't leave my room right know I'll tell 
mom."  Dave moved to her right nipple and worked a 
second finger into her wet eager cunt.  Dave left a 
trail of wet kisses stretching from her hard right 
nipple to where her thick dark brown pubic hair 
started.  He ran his tongue through her 'pubs' then 
circled it around her swollen clitoris eliciting a 
soft moan from Fran.  After flicking the tip of his 
tongue across her sensitive engorged clitoris Dave 
worked his tongue into the wet folds of flesh at the 
opening to her tight young cunt.
 
"Oh God.  Please don't.  Oh God, Oh God, don't do 
this...Oh God...don't, its wrong...OH GOD"  Dave 
reached up and covered her mouth again with his left 
hand to keep her from waking their mother in the next 
room.  He moved his right hand further down and began 
to work the tip of his lubricated finger into her 
puckered virgin asshole.  Fran reached down and tried 
to push his head away but Dave plunged his tongue into 
her hot cunt then licked and sucked on her fleshy 
pussy lips and finally ran his tongue back up to her 
clitoris.
 
When Fran's clitoris became engorged it looked like a 
miniature half-inch long cock.  Dave sucked it into 
his mouth and ran his tongue around it then back and 
forth over it's tip.  Then he took in his lips and 
began to move his head up and down like he was sucking 
a very small cock.  Every muscle in Fran's body 
tightened and spasmed rhythmically for what seemed 
like hours to both of them.  With each spasm Fran 
would pump her ass up and down on Dave's invading 
fingers.  Even with his hand over her mouth Dave was 
afraid that her squeals of delight would wake up their 
mother.  Finally she collapsed like a rag doll on the 
bed.
 
Fran made no effort to resist her brother when he 
spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her cunt 
for a second fuck.  Dave's large rock hard cock 
slipped into Fran's well-lubricated cunt with ease.  
Dave sighed and pushed his mouth against his sister's 
and began to fuck his tongue in and out of her mouth 
as his cock drove in and out of her pussy for the 
second, but far from last time.
 
They fucked long and slow, as only the second fuck of 
an evening can be. The urgency of the first fuck was 
dissipated and Dave could take his time and enjoy the 
tight hot wetness of his sisters fuck hole as his cock 
slid in and out in a steady fucking rhythm.  Fran came 
again before Dave's body tightened and his cock 
twitched inside his sister and dumped its second load 
of incestuous cum into her clinging cunt.
 
Dave held his cock inside her until it started to 
shrink, then he pulled it out and laid down beside 
her.  They both fell asleep and slumbered in each 
other's arms until Dave awoke with a start and 
realized that the shower was running in his mother's 
bathroom.  A quick glance at his watch told him it was 
6:15 AM.
 
Dave climbed out of his sister's bed and looked down 
at her still sleeping form.  He regretted that he did 
not have time for another incestuous fuck before going 
back to his room.  He slipped across the room and 
opened the door just a crack.  He peaked out and made 
sure that no one was in the hallway.  This would be 
the dangerous part mother came out of the shower he 
would have one hell of a job explaining what he was 
doing running around the hallway naked at this time of 
the morning.  Dave breathed a sigh of relief when he 
made it back inside his own room and shut the door.
 
Fran woke up just as her brother slipped out of her 
room and closed the door behind her.  A storm of 
contradictory emotions raged inside her.  She knew 
that what they had done last night was absolutely 
wrong, but she had cum three or four times.  Better 
cums than she had ever experienced from her own 
efforts.  She knew that her brother had just raped her 
twice, but she also knew that she fantasized about her 
brother every time she played with herself.  Fran got 
out of bed and donned a robe then walked to the 
bathroom for a shower.
 
After adjusting the water temperature Fran stepped 
into the spray and basked in the feel of hot water 
running over her well-fucked body.  She picked up the 
soap and began to dreamily rub her body unconsciously 
concentrating on her breasts and pussy.  She pinched 
and twisted her nipples, then slipped one hand down 
over her stomach to her crotch where she began to 
gently rub her swollen clitoris with her soapy 
fingers.  Soft moans began to escape her slightly 
parted lips and her hips began to move in small 
fucking motions. 
 
Dave dressed quickly then headed down the hall towards 
the stairs.  As he passed the bathroom and heard the 
shower running he paused for a moment then returned 
quickly to his room.  Dave grabbed his SX70 from the 
shelf and headed back to the bathroom.  It only took 
him a moment to unlock the door, then slip inside and 
shut the door behind him.  He peaked through the 
shower curtain and saw his sister deep in a 
masturbation session and totally oblivious to her 
surroundings.  He put the camera on the shelf above 
the toilet and opening his fly pulled his hardening 
cock into view.
 
Fran was working her right nipple and her clitoris 
with abandon when she was suddenly struck by a blast 
of cool air and realized that the shower curtain had 
been pulled back.  Her first thought was that her 
mother was going to be angry with her for 
masturbating.  Then she opened her eyes and saw her 
tormentor/brother standing in front of her with his 
large hard cock sticking out of his pants.
 
"Suck it."  He said grabbing a hand full of her hair 
and pulling her head down toward his waiting cock.
 
"No, I wont, not here, not now.  What if momma comes 
upstairs?"  Fran tried to pull her head back up.  She 
had to abandon her nipple twisting and clitoris 
stroking in order to put her hands on the edge of the 
tub. 
 
"If you're afraid of being caught then you better get 
busy and make me cum." Dave used his superior strength 
to continue pushing her head down and began to bump 
his drooling cockhead against her closed lips.  "Open 
your lips and suck me bitch or I'll hold your head in 
the toilet until you drown and tell mom it was 
suicide."
 
Fran moaned and her lips parted.  Dave thrust his cock 
into her mouth until she began to gag.  He pulled most 
of it out and pushed it back in until she started to 
gag again.  After ten or so gaggings Fran's throat 
relaxed from exhaustion and the large hard cock 
slipped completely inside her mouth. Dave could see 
the sides of her neck bulge as his cock slipped past 
her mouth and down her throat with each forward 
thrust.
 
Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down Fran's 
cheeks, but her cunt begged for attention.  Fran could 
feel her cunt juices running down the inside of her 
thighs.  She reached down with her right hand and 
began to stroke her large sensitive clitoris.  The 
shame and humiliation fed her lust, and the pleasure 
fueled her shame and humiliation in an
ever-increasing spiral that was destined to end with a 
mind shattering orgasm.
 
Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted her 
head up.  Fran, distracted from her orgasmic spiral, 
opened her eyes just in time to be blinded by the 
flash.  She tried to pull away from the huge hard rod 
in her mouth but her brother held her in place as he 
took more pictures of her lips stretched over his hard 
cock.
 
Dave hunched over and began to fuck furiously in and 
out of her open mouth. As Fran felt her brother's huge 
cock pushing in and out of her throat she matched it 
stroke for stroke with her hand on her large hard 
clitoris.  Fran finally reached her peak and only the 
hard cock in her mouth kept her screams of pleasure 
from being heard by their mother down in the kitchen. 
 
As her orgasm subsided Fran realized that her brother 
had cum on her face and was in the process of taking a 
close up picture of a string of incestuous sperm 
running from her left eyebrow down to the tip of her 
noes where it was dripping onto her breasts.  Dave 
slipped his softening cock back into his pants and 
turned to leave the bathroom.
 
"Better hurry Fran, don't want to be late for school."  
As he closed the door behind him Fran collapsed across 
the side of the bathtub and began to sob.  Dave put 
his camera back on the shelf where he kept it and 
looked at the developing pictures of his naked sister 
sucking his cock as he walked down the stairs.  As he 
walked into the kitchen he slipped the pictures into 
his shirt pocket.
 
"Good morning mom."  He said cheerfully.
 
"Hi honey, where's your sister?"  His mother smiled 
back at him. 
 
"For some reason she decided she had to take a shower 
this morning."  Dave shrugged and poured milk over his 
corn flakes.
 
"Damn, this is going to through off my whole day."  
She walked over to the door, "FRAN HURRY UP AND GET 
DOWN HERE."  She yelled before turning back and 
walking over to sit beside her son.  Dave watched his 
mother with very un-son like interest.  He enjoyed 
looking at her still tight ass and her long legs 
sticking out from her short skirt.  He could just 
barely see the lace bra under her white blouse.  
Having caught site of his mom nude once or twice Dave 
knew that her beasts stood firm even without the 
support of the bra.
 
"Hay mom why don't you let me take her to school then 
you can take your time and finish getting ready for 
work."  Dave watched as his mother's lushes red lips 
relaxed and smiled.
 
"Thanks honey, that would help a lot.  You sure you 
wont be late for your own classes?"  She reached out 
and touched him on his arm.
 
"No problem mom."  Dave watched as his mother got up 
from the table and walked out of the kitchen.  He was 
already beginning to formulate plans for her, but they 
would have to wait until his sister's subjugation was 
complete.
 
Fran stopped crying and slowly stood up, then after 
turning off the water stepped out of the shower and 
reached for a towel.  Dragging the towel behind her 
she walked naked out of the bathroom and down the 
hallway to her room.  She heard he mother yell for her 
to hurry up.  She sat on her bed and chewed on her 
lower lip, then with sudden resolve she stood up, 
dried her self and began to put on her clothes.  She 
had made up her mind no matter how much she enjoyed 
the orgasms it was wrong and she had to tell her 
mother what had happened.  She would do it this 
morning on the way to school, before she lost her 
resolve.
 
Fran dressed but with her hair still wet, walked into 
the kitchen expecting her mother to be there.  Her 
brother looked up and leered at her.  She turned and 
started to leave the room.
 
"Mom said for you to ride to school with me since your 
so late getting ready."  Dave continued to leer.
 
"No, I'm going to ride to school with mom, or I'm not 
going."  She leaned over toward him.  "And I am going 
to tell her what you have done to me." Dave pulled the 
pictures from his shirt pocket and gave one of them to 
Fran. 
 
"Only if you want these posted on the bulletin board 
at school."  Dave replied softly.  Fran looked down at 
a picture of herself, naked, hair wet, and her mouth 
stretched over the enormous hard cock.  It looked 
perverted, grotesque and extremely provocative.  She 
noticed a renewed flow of juices from her pussy.  She 
also noticed a weakening of her resolve.
 
As she stared at the picture Dave pulled his sister 
closer and slipped his hand up her dress.  He began to 
rub her crotch through her cotton panties. He quickly 
found the nub of her swelling clitoris and began to 
concentrate his attentions on it.
 
"No."  She said weakly her hips already beginning to 
move humping her clitoris harder against his invading 
hand.  "Its wrong.  We can't do this." Even as she 
said this she placed her hands on her brother's 
shoulders and squatted slightly spreading her knees 
and opening herself to her brothers fingers.  Dave 
pushed the crotch of her cotton panties aside and 
slipped a finger into her know wet cunt.  Holding onto 
his shoulder with one hand Fran began to pinch and 
twist her right nipple with the other hand.  "What if 
I get pregnant?"
 
"Well, if you don't relish explaining to mom about how 
you got that way then you'd better do something about 
it."  A soft moan escaped from Fran's throat.  They 
heard their mother coming and Dave pulled his hand 
away from his sister's hot wet twat and allowed her 
skirt to fall back into place. 
 
"Oh, there you are." Their mom said as she walked into 
the room.  "Did Dave tell you that he is going to take 
you to school this morning?" 
 
"Yes mom."  Fran looked down and saw the picture of 
her self giving her brother a blowjob laying on the 
table.  She snatched up the picture and stuffed it 
into her algebra book then turned to her brother  
"Let's get going, I don't want to be late."  Then she 
turned and walked out the back door.  Dave stuffed the 
last couple of bites of corn flakes into his mouth 
then hurried after her mumbling 'bye mom' as her 
rushed past her.  Their mom looked out the back door 
smiling and thinking how lucky she was to have two 
children who got along so well.
 
Dave eased his car out of the driveway and began to 
accelerate down the street.  Fran sat as far away from 
her brother as she could get and still be inside the 
car.  Shame and humiliation flooded through her again 
and, as before, her lust flared with the shame and 
humiliation.  How could I have reacted so quickly to 
his hand up my skirt?  Am I really that much of a 
slut?  No, I have to find some way to stop this.
 
"Take off your panties."  Dave ordered his sister.  
She looked over at him with a blank uncomprehending 
look.
 
"What? No. This has to stop, I'm not just going to do 
everything you say. You need help. You're sick.  This 
is not normal.  No I won't do anything else with you.  
Just take me to school like you're supposed to." 
 
"Oh I'll take you to school all right.  Then after I 
post these pictures on the school bulletin board I'm 
going to tie you buck naked to the hood of this car 
and parade you through the student parking lot at 
lunch time." Fran felt the adrenaline rush of fear and 
a gush of lubrication as she imagined herself tied 
naked to the car being looked at by all the boys in 
the parking lot.
 
She looked at her brother and realized that he was 
just crazy enough to actually do it.  The fantasy 
excited her but she wasn't crazy enough to let it 
happen.  She lifted her butt off the car seat and 
pulled her panties down her legs then stepped out of 
them leaving them on the car floor. 
 
"Now scoot over here, I want to finish what mother so 
rudely interrupted." Fran scooted across the car seat 
until she was up against her brother.  Dave reached 
down and lifted her skirt.  He took a quick glance at 
her thick healthy patch of dark brown pubic hair then 
looked back at the road while he slipped his fingers 
through the hair and began to finger his sisters wet 
cunt.  Fran held tightly to her brother's arm, not to 
push it away, but to make sure it wasn't pulled away 
until the job was done.
 
Fran spread her legs wider apart, leaned back closed 
her eyes and began to hump her now desperate cunt 
against her brothers fingers.  Dave drove two fingers 
in and out of her wet clasping pussy and rubbed her 
large clitoris with his thumb.  As Dave drove random 
circles around the almost deserted residential streets 
Fran began to rock her head back and forth moaning and 
softly encouraging her brother with a husky lust 
filled whisper. 
 
"Ohhh godddd ohhh yessss that's it harder harder 
that's it that's it that's it there yes yes yes...."  
Dave pulled the car behind the buildings of a small 
shopping center and stopped the engine.  As he 
continued to work her cunt and clitoris Dave ripped 
the front of her blouse open and roughly pulled her 
bra off her breasts.  Leaning over he sucked her right 
nipple into his mouth.  Fran's body became rigid, 
lifting her rump from the car seat.  "OH MYYYY GODDDD" 
she screamed then collapsed into a limp quivering 
mass.
 
Dave removed his hand from his sister's crotch and 
used the hem of her blouse to wipe his fingers.  Then 
he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large hard 
cock.  The slit at the top of its large purple head 
oozed precum. Dave put his hand on the back of his 
sister's head and began to pull her down towards his 
waiting rod.
 
"It's your turn."  He told her.  She looked at him 
with a dazed expression, then lowered her head and 
enveloped his eager tool with her wet mouth.  She 
turned and leaving her right foot on the floor pulled 
her left leg up onto the seat thrusting her ass into 
the air.  The idea of sucking her brother's cock in 
this semi-public place sent a surge of adrenaline 
laced lust lunging through every fiber of her being.  
As she began to bob her head up and down on his hard 
cock Fran slipped her hand down between her legs and 
started stroking her clitoris and cunt lips.
 
Dave reached over and pulled her skirt up exposing her 
raised ass.  He gently caressed her but cheeks then, 
after dipping his finger back into her cunt for 
lubrication, began to work the tip of his finger into 
her tight virgin asshole.
 
Fran moaned and thrust her ass back opening herself to 
her brother's attentions.  She moaned around the large 
cock in her mouth.  She knew that anyone walking by 
the car would have a close up view of her stroking 
herself while her brother finger fucked her ass.  The 
thrill of public incestuous sex pushed them both over 
the edge in a matter of minutes.
 
Dave rammed his finger completely into his sister's 
asshole as he thrust his cock into her eager mouth and 
began to shot another load of cum down her throat.  
Fran swallowed cum frantically as she pulled on her 
large clitoris and humped her ass on his finger.  Her 
body rocked forward and backward in sync with the 
waves of orgasmic pleasure sweeping through her.  
Suddenly both of them relaxed totally, Fran collapsed 
onto the car seat, her head in her brother's lap and 
his softening cock still in her cum drenched mouth. 
Dave's finger was still buried deep in her ass and 
Fran's fingers still gently rubbed the fleshy wet 
folds of her cunt.  After a few moments Fran let her 
brothers cock slip from her mouth.
 
"We're going to be late for school."  She said softly. 
 
"In that case we'll just have to cut school and spend 
all day fucking."  A small smile played across Fran's 
lips.
 
"What ever you say." She replied
 

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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Two
"Dave's Friends"
By
Norm DePloom
 
Saturday morning Fran got out of bed just after her 
brother finished his morning fuck and headed back to 
his own room.  She sat on the edge of the bed, trying 
to make sense out of what was happening to her.  She 
seemed to have lost all her will power.  All day 
yesterday she did whatever her brother had asked.  
After sucking his cock in the parking lot of the 
shopping center they had come back home and he tied 
her naked to the hood of his car and fucked her while 
the video camera recorded the whole thing. They were 
lucky that none of their neighbors had seen anything.  
Then he had brought her indoors and tied her to their 
mother's bed.  He set up the video camera again and 
recorded her first ass fuck.  He had recorded almost 
everything they did that day.  All the fuckings and 
cock suckings and pussy lickings were now documented 
on video, and the worst thing about it was how much 
she enjoyed it all.
 
Fran planed to leave the house right after her mother 
went to work.  She wanted to go away somewhere and 
think things through.  She may have had a day of 
terrific orgasms, but she still thought what they were 
doing was wrong and she had to get away and think of 
some way to stop her brother. She dressed in a T-shirt 
and shorts and waited for the sound of her mother's 
car pulling out of the driveway.  Seemingly of it's 
own volition her right hand slipped down to her crotch 
and began to gently tickle her pussy through her 
shorts as she remembered yesterday's events.
 
Fran jumped when she heard the car starting, and 
guiltily pulled her hand away from her crotch.  She 
opened her bedroom door and looked up and down the 
hallway to make sure she would not be observed.  When 
she got to the stairs she leaned over the railing to 
make sure her brother was not around. Fran dashed 
silently down the stairs and headed through the 
kitchen to the back door.  She hit the screen door at 
a dead run letting it bang against the wall then bang 
back against the door frame as the spring slammed it 
shut behind her.
 
Just as Fran rounded the corner of the house she 
noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye.  
Before she could turn her head she was struck from her 
side and brought to the ground.  After a brief 
struggle she ended up on her back with her brother 
setting on her stomach.  There in the front yard in 
view of the entire neighborhood Dave lifted up her T-
shirt and pulled her bra up exposing her breasts.  
Ignoring her kicking legs Dave roughly massaged her 
breasts and pinched her nipples.
 
"Where do you thing you are going?" He asked as her 
nipples began to get hard in his fingers.  Fran 
grabbed her brother's wrists and tried to pull his 
hands away from her breasts.
 
"Please....don't' do that, not here where everyone can 
see."  Her struggles to remove her brother's hands 
from her hardening nipples met with failure. "I was 
just going to visit Vickie for a while."
 
"You can't do that I have some friends coming over and 
I promised them that you would be here to entertain 
them."  Dave squeezed both of her breasts hard until 
she winced in pain then leaned over and licked the red 
swollen nipples pouching out over his fists.  Fran 
began to kick and struggle with renewed vigor.
 
"God no" she hissed "you can't make me do it with your 
friends."  She started bucking her hips trying to 
throw her brother off.  She released his wrists and 
began to hit at his arms and face.  "No you fucking 
pervert I will not fuck your fucking friends, ever.  
Do you understand?"  Fran shocked herself with her 
easy use of the 'f' word.  Two days ago she would 
never have said that word out loud.  Dave stopped 
sucking on her nipples and pulled her T-shirt back 
over her abused breasts.  He grabbed a handful of 
Fran's hair then stood up pulling her to her feet.
 
"Follow me dear."  He ordered walking towards the 
backyard pulling her behind him by her hair.  "I need 
to get you ready for the party."  Fran grabbed her 
brother's arm with both hands as she stumbled along 
behind. 
 
"God damn you.  If you do this to me I will kill you I 
swear to God." Fran's face had become bright red with 
anger and, although she was not ready to acknowledge 
it, her pussy was beginning do drip into her panties. 
 
"My my what would your little second graders in Sunday 
school think if they heard their assistant teacher 
swearing like that."  Dave threw his sister onto the 
ground beside the large oak tree that shaded their 
backyard and sat on her again facing her feet this 
time.  Ignoring the rain of punches on his back and 
the stream of profanity now coming from her mouth Dave 
wrapped a chain around her left ankle and locked it in 
place.  Once his sister was secure Dave stood up and 
walked into the house.  Fran pulled on the chain only 
to discover that the other end was wrapped around the 
oak tree and locked with a matching padlock.  Fran 
pulled with all her might trying to slip her foot from 
the chain but only managed to scrape the skin from her 
ankle.
 
Only when she gave up and relaxed on the grass did 
Fran realize how horny she had become.  He pussy was 
wet and open and her nipples were standing up hard 
under her know torn T-shirt.  I don't care how excited 
I get, she thought, I'm not going to fuck Dave's 
friends.  Just then the back screen door slammed open 
and Dave appeared carrying his video camera and a 
tripod. Ignoring his sister Dave set up the tripod and 
affixed the camcorder to it. He then returned to the 
house and came back moments later with a chalkboard. 
 
Fran strained to see what was written on the board as 
her brother held it up in front of the camera.  She 
groaned audibly when she saw the lettering.  It read, 
'FIRST WEEKLY FRAN FUCK'.  Dave filmed the lettering 
on the blackboard for sixty seconds then threw the 
board aside and turned his attentions back to his 
sister.  Dave walked over to where Fran sat on the 
grass still dressed in her shorts and T-shirt.  Fran 
looked up at her brother with a combination of anger 
and fear.
 
"You can't do this to me."  She said softly.  Dave 
squatted down in front of her.
 
"I can do anything I want to you."  He reached out and 
grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and began to pull it 
up. Fran clamped her arms down trying to keep her 
brother from removing her shirt.  "If you try to fight 
me you'll just end up getting hurt."  Dave warned his 
sister.  Then he grabbed the front of the shirt with 
both hands and with one swift movement ripped it open, 
exposing her loose bra barely covering a pair of firm 
young breasts, and left it hanging on her arms.  Dave 
ripped the shoulder straps off the bra and tossed it 
aside leaving Fran setting with her breasts exposed. 
 
Dave pushed Fran down onto her back and placed his 
knee on her chest. Holding her down with his knee Dave 
unhooked and unzipped her shorts.  Fran began to kick 
her legs again trying to knock her brother away.  Dave 
pulled her shorts half way down her thighs then pushed 
his hand between her legs. His sister's inner thighs 
were already wet with seeping sex lubricant.  When 
Dave's hand reached Fran's wet cunt he slipped two 
fingers into her with no resistance.
 
"I knew my slut sister was lying." He said to her as 
he forced his fingers further into her hot open cunt.  
"You can fight all you want but your pussy is saying 
yes."  Fran relaxed and opened her legs for her 
brother's invading hand.  Oh god, she thought, why do 
I give into him so easily?  As soon as her brother's 
thumb began to work circles around her growing 
clitoris Fran started to hump her hips against his 
hand.  Dave pulled his hand away from Fran's wet pussy 
and stood up towering over her.  As he unbuckled his 
belt and unzipped his pants Dave watched his panting 
sister's body undulating on the grass below him.
 
"On your hands and knees slut, I'm going to fuck you 
doggy style."  Fran whimpered and turned over onto her 
hands and knees as Dave let his trousers fall to the 
ground revealing his large thick hard cock.  Dave 
stroked himself then pushed his sister's face and 
chest down onto the grass leaving her ass sticking 
invitingly in the air.  Kneeling behind his sister 
Dave grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed his 
cockhead up and down Fran's dripping cunt lips.
 
Fran moaned with pleasure as her brother's thick hard 
rod pushed into her. Spreading her hands out on each 
side Fran grabbed handfuls of grass as her whole body 
began to rock back and forth pushing her cunt onto her 
brother's hard cock matching each of his thrusts.  
Dave reached down and began to stroke his sister's 
giant engorged clitoris causing a wave of trembling to 
sweep over her body with each stroke.
 
"OOH GODDDD."  Fran almost yelled lifting her head up 
from the grass.  Dave, knowing his sister's tendency 
to scream during orgasm retrieved his discarded jockey 
shorts and stuffed them into her mouth.  Then, once 
his sister was silenced, Dave pinched her large 
clitoris while he slammed his hard cock into her.  
Muffled screams could be heard through the jockey 
shorts as her body spasmed with orgasmic pleasure.
 
Dave continued to roughly pinch and stroke her 
clitoris while he repeatedly slammed his large cock 
into her upturned pussy.  Each cunt slamming clitoris-
pinching stroke elicited more muffled screams and body 
spasms from his abused sister.  Then Dave abandoned 
his sister's clitoris and grabbed both her hips.  
Holding his cock buried inside his sister Dave's body 
jerked as his own orgasm erupted and her filled her 
with his cum.
 
Dave pulled his still dripping cock from Fran's open 
wet cunt and pushed the head against her tight 
crinkled asshole.  With one stroke he pushed his slimy 
tool completely into her rear hole.  Without loosing 
his erection Dave began to slam his cock in and out of 
her ass while he again reached for her overly 
sensitive clitoris.  Fran's entire body jerked and 
spasmed like a person having a convulsion as wave 
after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her.
 
Finally Dave ground his body against Fran's as his 
cock jerked inside her leaving a smaller load of 
incestuous cum in her bowels.  When he was done Dave 
wiped his cock off with Fran's shorts then laid down 
on the grass beside his sister who had turned on her 
side and was laying with her knees pulled up to her 
chin in the fetal position.  Tears were leaking from 
her tightly closed eyes.  Dave patted his sister on 
the hip.
 
"Is it possible for you to have an orgasm without 
crying afterward?"  Fran pulled away from her 
brother's touch.  "Before my friends start showing up 
to fuck you I think it's time to go over a few rules."  
Dave stood up. "Kneel in front of me."  He ordered.  
When Fran did not respond he grabbed a handful of her 
hair and pulled her up to a kneeling position.
 
"Whether you like it or not you are now my sex slave."  
Fran began to shake her head 'no' and opened her mouth 
to speak.  Dave slapped her hard knocking her to the 
ground and leaving red finger marks on her cheek.  
"Don't speak unless you are given permission, or are 
asked a question.  Now get on your knees in front of 
me."  Fran pushed herself up from the ground and 
rubbed her cheek while she knelt in front of her 
brother.  Seeing his sister kneeling submissively in 
front of him caused a noticeable swelling in Dave's 
limp cock.  Seeing his cock begin to grow caused Fran 
to wonder about her brother's seemingly in exhaustible 
sex drive.
 
"When, where, who and how you fuck is now my 
prerogative.  I will tell you when to fuck whom to 
fuck where to fuck and how to fuck, and you will obey 
me without question.  From know on you will not wear 
panties, shorts or trousers of any kind.  You will 
only ware skirts and blouses or dresses. Your cunt and 
your ass must be available to me and to my friends at 
all times. Do you understand?""  Fran slumped as her 
brother described what her life would be like from now 
on.  Dave took hold of his sister's chin and forced 
her to look up at him.  "Do you understand?"
 
"Yes." She whispered weakly.
 
"Whenever you come into my presence you will present 
yourself in front of me no matter who else is in the 
room.  If I choose to I will inspect your genitals 
either by sight or by touch to make sure you are 
complying with my orders.  Do you understand?"
 
"Yes." Fran's answer was stronger this time.  She 
began to wonder about the warm feeling that was 
radiating from her wet pussy as her brother continued 
issuing orders.  She pictured herself standing in 
front of Dave having her wet cunt felt to insure she 
was not wearing panties while their mother had her 
back turned at the kitchen sink.  This image caused a 
wave of humiliation to wash over her, and caused the 
radiating heat from her cunt to grow more intense.  
Dave picked up his trousers and pulled a pin from the 
pocket.  He held it out for Fran to read.  The pin had 
a bright red background and a large white 'FF' in its 
center.  Dave looked at the pin with pride.
 
"I designed this myself.  We will tell people that the 
'FF' stands for 'Friendly Fellow' but everyone that 
owns one knows that it really stands for 'Fran 
Fucker'."  Fran felt heat on her face as she blushed 
with humiliation knowing that soon everyone would know 
the real meaning.  Soon the entire school would know 
who got to fuck her and who didn't.
 
"You will of course allow anyone wearing one of these 
pins to fuck you anytime they wish to."  Fran began to 
shake her head again. 
 
"No Dave.  I can't.  No please don't."  Dave's cock 
was almost completely hard again.  I really get off on 
this shit, he thought.
 
"Shut up slut.  No one said you could talk."  Fran 
started to speak again, then thought better of it and 
remained silent.  Dave pushed his growing cock against 
her lips "Suck on this, maybe that will help you 
remember to keep quite."  Fran opened her mouth and 
her brother's cock slipped past her lips and onto her 
tongue.  It tasted of her brother's cum and her own 
secretions. Dave paused in instructing his new slave 
to enjoy the feeling of her hot wet mouth on his cock.  
He put a hand on each side of her head and pushed his 
cock down into her throat.  Fran wrapped her arms 
around her brother's thighs to hang on while he fucked 
her mouth.  Having set up a nice relaxed slow rhythm 
in and out of her mouth Dave began his instructions 
again. 
 
"When you have your period you will use tampons so you 
do not have to wear panties, and you will wear a red 
scarf around your neck so I and all the 'Fran Fuckers' 
will know."  Fran moaned with humiliation and felt the 
heat of her blush spread down her neck and over the 
tops of her breasts.  God, she thought, how can he do 
this to me?  Soon everyone at school would know what 
it meant when she wore a red scarf.  Everyone knowing 
when she was on her period seemed to be even more 
humiliating that everyone knowing who was fucking her.  
The warmth in her face from embarrassment was matched 
by the warmth in her pussy from growing lust.
 
Dave quit talking and concentrated on thrusting his 
hard meat in and out of Fran's mouth.  Drool ran from 
the corners of her slobbering lips and dripped form 
her chin onto her breasts.  Dave reached down and 
pinched and twisted her nipples while he pushed his 
cock further and further into his sister's throat.  
Dave shifted his foot so Fran straddled his leg and 
she began to rub her wet twat on him like she was a 
dog humping his leg.
 
Dave dropped her hard nipples and, grabbing her head 
with both hands pulled her face tight against his 
belly as his throbbing cock began to shoot cum down 
her throat.  Dave felt Fran's orgasmic squeals trying 
to escape from around his hard tool as she rubbed her 
cunt up and down on his leg and swallowed his cum.  
The last spasms of his orgasm were interrupted by the 
sound of applause.  Dave turned to see several of his 
friends looking on with undisguised admiration as he 
pulled his cock from his sisters dripping mouth and 
allowed her to fall to the ground.
 
As Fran hid her face in embarrassment she heard a 
chorus of 'Way to go Dave' and 'Way to fuck that 
bitches mouth' from the gathering crowd.  Oh god, she 
moaned to herself, they saw me rubbing myself on his 
leg.  Then she turned away and tried to roll herself 
into a tight ball.  Dave knelt beside her and applied 
some gauze and tape to her eyes as a blindfold.  Then 
he stood up and pulled her up to a kneeling position 
beside him.
 
"Here she is, boys."  Fran could feel her face turning 
red again.  She could also feel her nipples getting 
hard and her cunt beginning to drip lubrication again.  
"We will keep her blindfolded today so she wont know 
who's fucking her.  That way you can do anything you 
want to her and she will not know who it was."  They 
all laughed and Fran could feel the crowd gathering 
around her.
 
Suddenly there were hands touching her all over her 
body.  She was lifted up to a standing position and 
her legs were pulled apart.  Hands massaged her 
breasts and pulled at her nipples.  Hands ran over her 
stomach, her back her buttocks her thighs and her 
cunt.  Fingers sank into her wet opening.  Other 
fingers followed in her tight rear.
 
Fran was pushed down to her knees and a cock was 
forced between her lips. Fran suddenly felt liberated 
by the blindfold, and excited by the continued 
touching of every inch and private part of her over 
stimulated body.  She began to rock he hips forward 
and backward impaling her self on first one set of 
fingers in her cunt then another in her ass.  She 
sucked ravenously on the cock thrusting in and out of 
her mouth.  This cock was not as big as her brother's 
and she easily took its entire length into her mouth 
and throat.  The cock began to jerk and her mouth was 
flooded with cum. 
 
The first cock was pulled out and just as another one 
was about to be shoved between her waiting lips 
fingers discovered her engorged clitoris and began to 
yank and pull on it.
 
"My god, look at the size of her clit."  Fran was 
lifted up into the air and turned almost upside down.  
As blood rushed to her head her legs were pulled apart 
and her one-quarter inch penis shaped clitoris was 
exposed for all to see.  The sight was met with a 
chorus of 'Look at that monster' 'Is that a clit or a 
dick' 'Let me feel that thing' and her over sensitive 
clitoris was pulled, pinched, stroked, poked and 
generally abused by every male in the crowd.
 
At the first touch of her clitoris Fran's entire body 
began to shake and tremble uncontrollably.  She was 
only vaguely aware of being turned back right side up 
and another cock pushing into her mouth.  Fran lost 
all since of time, she didn't even try to keep track 
of how many cocks spewed their cum into her sucking 
mouth.  Every time a cock would flood her mouth with 
fresh sperm it would be replaced with another one.  
Her arms were pulled up and she found her hands 
wrapped around hard cocks.
 
Hands grabbed her thighs and picked her up off the 
ground then lowered her cunt down onto a waiting cock.  
All without disturbing the one thrusting in and out of 
her throat.  Fran was now living in a land of dicks.  
Every hole in her body got attention from this legion 
of hard intruders.  After the first blow job Fran 
could not recall a time all afternoon when at least 
two of her holes were not filled with hard cock, and 
most of the time it seemed like all three holes and 
both hands were being serviced at the same time. 
 
Fran began to orgasm when the fingers first touched 
her clitoris and did not stop until some hours later 
when she realized that she was laying naked under the 
oak tree and that no one was fucking her.  She slowly 
pushed her self up into a setting position and looked 
around.  Everyone was gone, the chain was no longer 
around her ankle.  The only indication of what had 
happened to her was the over powering smell of cum 
that seemed to permeate every pore of her body.  She 
reached up to touch her hair and found it caked with 
dried cum.  Then she reached down between her legs and 
felt cum oozing from her pussy and from her ass.  She 
ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and 
tasted cum.  She looked down and saw splotches of cum 
still drying on her breasts and stomach.  Her pubic 
hair was matted with it. 
 
Fran slowly got to her feet and stood uncertainly on 
her wobbly legs as she stared blankly around the back 
yard then, still naked, began to walk towards the back 
door to the house.  She gingerly stepped up into the 
kitchen and went to the sink for a glass of water.  
She chugged her first glass, and was working on her 
second when she realized that there were voices coming 
from the front room.  Still in a daze she sat the 
glass down and wondered towards the noise.
 
The living room was full of boys watching a video.  On 
the screen Fran saw herself being fucked by three of 
the boys now watching the action on TV. Dave turned 
and signaled his sister to come over and sit between 
him and the other boys on the couch.  As she worked 
her way through the crowded room hands reached out and 
touched her naked body.  Every one was wearing clothes 
except for Fran making her nakedness more humiliating.
 
Fran sat where her brother indicated and watched her 
self getting fucked on the TV while Dave and the boy 
on the other side of her pulled her legs open and 
began to finger her cunt and her nipples.  On the TV 
screen the boy fucking her mouth pulled his hard cock 
from her slack lips and shot cum into her hair and 
over her face.  As soon as the cock stopped shooting 
cum he was pushed aside and another boy pushed his 
hard cock into her mouth.  Dave picked up the remote 
control and stopped the video then he pulled his 
fingers out of his sister's cunt and stood up.
 
"Hay guys how about a little live action sex show 
instead of this recorded stuff?"  The question was met 
with general approval as Fran tried to hunker down on 
the couch and started to shake her head 'no'.  Dave 
pulled the coffee table around so that it was more in 
the center of the room.  He took Fran by the hand and 
pulling her up from the couch led her over to the 
table.
 
"Lay down on the table and put on a little sex show 
for us."  He instructed her while pushing her 
compliant body onto the table.  Even while she 
continued to shake her head 'no' Fran laid down on the 
table and pulled her knees up and apart opening her 
cunt for everyone to see.  Her crotch seemed to burn 
from the stares of all the boys in the room.  The heat 
from her pussy seemed to mix with the humiliation that 
colored her face and chest and erupted through her 
vagina as a gush of lubrication that could be seen 
streaming from the bottom of her cunt even before she 
touched herself. 
 
Closing her eyes and pretending that she was alone in 
her bed Fran reached down and gently dipped the tip of 
her finger into her own cunt juice and rubbed it in 
small circles around her enlarged overly sensitive 
clitoris. Fran repeated this process until the 
engorged nub glistened with lubricant, then she began 
to slowly stroke her clitoris with two fingers like it 
was a miniature penis while she pushed two fingers 
from her other hand deep into her over flowing pussy.
 
Fran's legs began to pump up and down in time with her 
clitoris stroking and her cunt fingering.  The crowd 
of boys looked on in awe as she began to almost scream 
a chant of 'Oh my god fuck me...Oh my god fuck me..." 
and rhythmically bang the back of her head on the 
table as her whole body began to twitch.  One of the 
boys slipped a pillow from the couch under her head 
then joined the rest of them as they all stroked their 
hardening cocks through their pants and watched Fran's 
orgasmic gyrations.
 
Without a word being spoken the boys all unzipped 
their pants and pulled their hard cocks into view.  
They stroked themselves a few more times then began to 
spew their final cums onto Fran's spasming body.  Gobs 
of cum hit Fran everywhere on her tits, on her 
stomach, in her face and hair, on her thighs and 
especially on her cunt where it added to her own 
glistening lubrication.  The boys, their lust spent, 
put their cocks back into their pants and watched as 
every muscle in Fran's body knotted pulling her into a 
sitting position with her fingers still buried in her 
cunt.  She opened her mouth in what appeared to be a 
silent scream then after two or three violent jerks 
fell back onto the table seemingly unconscious.
 
The boys stood around with dazed looks of their faces 
as they watched Fran slowly begin to sit up on the 
table.  Dave walked over to his sister and helped her 
stand up.
 
"Moms going to be home soon why don't you say goodbye 
to your friends know?" He guided her naked cum soaked 
body to the front door.  Fran could feel her skin 
tightening as the breeze coming in the open door dried 
the sheets of cum glistening on her body.  As each of 
the boys filed past her and out the door they jiggled 
her tits, or pinched her nipples or fingered her cunt 
while assuring her that she was the best fuck they had 
ever had and they hoped she would invite them back 
soon.
 
As Fran stood there saying goodbye to the boys who 
were getting one last feel of her naked sperm covered 
body on their way out the door she desperately tried 
to find some remnant of her former self.  That last 
orgasm in front of all these boys piled on top of the 
hours of fucking that went before seemed to have 
permanently warped her mind to the point that it 
seemed perfectly normal to allow these boys to feel 
her naked body as they left.
 
The last boy got his last feel of Fran's naked body 
and left then Dave closed the door.  He looked at his 
sister leaning up against the wall beside the front 
door, fresh cum still making her skin shine.  He 
suppressed his desire to fuck her.  For him nothing 
looked sexier than a girl who had just been gang 
fucked, but mom was coming home soon and he had to 
finish getting things cleaned up.
 
"You're a mess, why don't you go clean yourself up."  
He said curtly as he turned his back on Fran and 
walked across the room to retrieve the tape from the 
VCR.  Fran stared at him blankly for a moment.
 
"I may be your sex slave but that's no reason to speak 
to me like that. Whatever I am becoming you are 
making.  So it must be what you want."  With that she 
turned and, mustering as much dignity as she could 
without clothes on, stomped out of the room.  Dave 
smiled and turned to watch his sister's shapely ass 
moving across the room and up the stairs.
 
A few minutes later when Dave walked past the bathroom 
on the way to his bedroom he heard water running in 
the tub.  He continued on to his room where he 
retrieved a box from his closet shelf.  On the top of 
the box had been written 'Fran Archives'.  Dave opened 
the box and added the videotape he had retrieved from 
the VCR to the ones already stored there.
 
Fran laid back in the tub full of hot water and let 
her mind wander back over the last two days.  She 
marveled at how easily she had been transformed from a 
fourteen-year-old virgin to a lust crazed incestuous 
sex slave.  The door opened and Dave walked in and sat 
on the edge of the tub.  Fran no longer locked doors 
since locks never seemed to even slow her brother 
down. 
 
Dave picked up a washcloth and after rubbing soap on 
it began to wash her body for her.  He tenderly washed 
every inch of her abused body including her hair.  He 
was very kind to her and only gave her tits and pussy 
a couple of extra feels as he helped her out of the 
hot water and dried her with a large towel.  Dave 
helped his sister into her room put her to bed. 
 
"I'll tell mom that you weren't feeling well so you 
went to bed early." Dave started to leave his sister's 
room then just before closing the door he turned back 
to her.  "I'll be back later on for a fuck or two." He 
gave her a smile then shut the door behind him.
 
"You better."  Fran said as she drifted off to sleep 
with a smile playing across her lips.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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don't read it. 
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it.
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story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
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This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
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Slave Sister Part three
"Fran Goes to Church"
By
Norm DePloom
 
Fran laid in bed thinking.  Her brother had, after his 
now traditional good morning fuck, just left the room 
heading back to his own bed before their mother woke 
up.  How, she wondered, after the events of the last 
two days could she possibly go to church this morning 
and act like every thing was normal?  How could she 
help teach those innocent second graders in Sunday 
school after all of the perverted and depraved things 
she had been forced to do?  It all started Thursday 
night when her brother sneaked into her room and raped 
her while their mother slept next door.
 
It got worse on Friday when Dave kept her out of 
school and spent the day fucking her.  Including twice 
up the ass.  Then there was yesterday, tied naked to a 
stake in the back yard while his friends fucked her 
like a bitch in heat and he video taped the whole 
thing.  It wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that 
she came so often and so hard that she had been 
practically delirious by the time her brother's little 
party was over. 
 
Maybe church is just what I need, she decided and got 
out of bed.  Church will give me a place and some time 
where I can think without Dave stuffing his cock into 
me every time I turn around, she said to herself.  She 
put on a dress with a skirt that came to just above 
her knees and, despite her brother's orders, she put 
on a pair of panties.  She did her make up and was 
turning to leave the room when she jumped almost 'out 
of her skin'.  Dave was standing almost behind her.  
She had not heard her brother enter her room.
 
"Stand up."  He ordered her.  He lifted her skirt.  
"You will be punished for this before the day is over.  
Now take them off."  Fran hooked her thumbs under the 
waistband of her panties, pulled them down her legs 
then stepped out of them and kicked them onto her bed.  
Dave got down on one knee and, lifting her skirt began 
to massage her clitoris causing it to swell. Fran 
moaned softly as her overly sensitive organ lengthened 
to its full one-quarter inch size.  She watched as her 
brother, satisfied with its size, slipped a small 
elastic band over her clitoris.  A length of fishing 
line was tied to the elastic band and a small round 
fishing weight was tied to the other end.  Dave let 
her skirt fall back into place.  The fishing line was 
just long enough to suspend the weight an inch above 
the bottom of her dress.
 
The weight tugging on her clitoris excited her, but 
she was coming to realize that everything excited her.  
She gasped when she took the first step.  Each 
additional step drove her towards an orgasm.  The 
weight bounced back and forth between her thighs when 
she walked.  With each bounce it tugged gently on her 
clitoris.  Fran could already feel her free flowing 
fuck juice beginning to run down her inner thighs.
 
"Don't take it off until I tell you two."  Dave 
ordered then turned and preceded her out of the room.  
When Fran reached the bottom of the stairs she had to 
stop and lean against the banister for a moment to let 
a wave of orgasmic pleasure subside.  No matter how 
carefully she walked each step caused the weight to 
bounce and tug on her engorged clitoris.  On her way 
through the kitchen she grabbed a handful of paper 
towels.  She carefully climbed into the back seat 
behind her mother and slipped paper towels between her 
free flowing pussy and the back of her skirt.  She did 
not want to go to church with a wet spot on the back 
of her dress.
 
Their mother drove the car, Dave sat on the passenger 
side of the front seat, and Fran sat directly behind 
her mother.  Dave turned in the seat so his back was 
to the door and could see his mother and Fran at the 
same time. Whenever their mother was adequately 
distracted by traffic Dave would mouth orders to his 
sister.  First she had to pull the front of her dress 
up until she was exposed up to the waist.  Then she 
had to spread her legs and lift her right knee up onto 
the car seat so Dave could have an unrestricted view 
of her open wet pussy.
 
Just before they arrived at the church Dave indicated 
that she was to slip two fingers into herself.  Fran 
obeyed biting her lower lip to keep from moaning with 
pleasure as her fingers slipped effortlessly into the 
wet fleshy folds of her hot cunt.  Dave did not allow 
her to pull her fingers out of herself and put her 
dress back down until they actually pulled into the 
parking lot of the St Andrew Episcopal Church.
 
Fran opened the car door and eased carefully out.  She 
was on the verge of another orgasm.  She was used to 
thrashing around a bit and squealing into her pillow 
when she came.  During the outdoor fucks over the last 
two days she had been gagged.  The gag was not to keep 
her from calling for help but to keep her orgasmic 
screams from attracting the neighbors.  Now she was 
going to have to walk across the parking lot and into 
the church without letting anyone know she was cuming 
with every step.
 
As soon as she got into the church she went into the 
ladies room and locked herself into one of the stalls.  
She got handfuls of toilet paper and gently wiped the 
excess fluids from her thighs and crotch.  She came 
again when she gently patted her swollen clitoris with 
tissue.  If men are attracted to the smell of sex, she 
thought, they are going to be swarming around me 
today. 
 
Fran considered taking the weight off, but did not 
want to risk what Dave might do to her if he found 
out.  Fran stood in front of the sink.  She washed her 
face with a paper towel then looked at her self.  
Without thinking about it she reached up and began to 
stroke her nipples through her cloths, and wondered 
why her brother had not put nipple clamps on her.  She 
heard the door open behind her and jerked her hands 
away from her breasts. God, she thought, I'm getting 
as perverted as my brother.  She turned as saw her 
mother coming into the restroom.
 
"Are you OK?" her mother asked her as she felt Fran's 
forehead, "you feel a little warm."
 
"I'm fine mom, really."
 
"You were awfully quite on the ride over here, and you 
do feel a bit warm, are you sure your OK?"  What was 
she supposed to do? Say 'No mom, I'm in the middle of 
a constant orgasm because my brother tied a fishing 
weight to my clit.'?
 
"Everything's fine mom, honest.  I've got to get to 
the Sunday school class."  She pushed past her mother 
and walked out of the restroom.  Dave was waiting for 
her in the hallway.  He walked with her towards the 
second grade classroom.  When they reached a small 
side alcove Dave took Fran's arm and pulled her out of 
the hallway.  Standing facing each other Dave reached 
under her skirt to insure that the weight was still 
attached to her. 
 
He took hold of the line and slid his fingers upwards 
until they touched her warm sticky flesh.  The touch 
caused her body to jerk and a low moan to escape her 
throat.  She bent her knees to give him better access 
and leaned against him as his fingers played over her 
sensitive vaginal tissues.  Her whole body began to 
tremble, she laid her head on his shoulder, Dave could 
hear Fran's ragged breathing in his ear.  Then when 
she was just on the edge of total release Dave pulled 
his hand away.
 
"Don't you think you better get to the class." He said 
with mock severity. 
 
"You bastard." She turned and stomped angrily away.  
She got about five steps before she paused and Dave 
could see the orgasmic waves pulsing through her 
muscles.  Fran stood still for several moments then 
collected her thoughts and walked more carefully into 
the class.
 
About half way through the class time Fran told the 
main teacher that she was not feeling well and left 
the room.  She went back to the ladies rest room and 
into the stall once again.  Her intent was to sit down 
with the weight held up so her over stimulated 
clitoris could get a rest.  Fran had been sitting for 
about five minutes when she heard the door open.  She 
sat still hoping whoever it was would take care of 
their own business and leave without trying to engage 
her in conversation.  The person went into the stall 
next to hers.  Then suddenly she heard a voice from 
above. 
 
"That's cheating."  Fran looked up and saw Dave 
looking down at her from the top of the partition.  
Her brother leaned way over and unlatched her door 
then his head disappeared.  It reappeared as he 
slipped into the stall with her.  Dave pulled her up 
off the toilet then threw his leg over so he was 
straddling it.  He pushed Fran forward from the waist 
until her head was resting against the inside of the 
stall door.  She heard his zipper then felt the cool 
breeze as he flipped her skirt up over her back and 
slipped his large hard cock into her open wet cunt 
with one motion.  Dave sighed deeply and began to fuck 
in and out of his sister.
 
Fran put both of her own hands over her mouth to keep 
herself from screaming as the biggest orgasm of her 
life coursed through her body.  Fran was rapidly 
becoming the perfect sex slave, even willing to gag 
herself when necessary.  The position he had put her 
in left the weight to swing free and bounce around 
with each thrust of his massive hard cock.
 
Dave fucked his sister with quick hard thrusts until 
his own orgasm arrived and he buried his hard cock 
into her while his body spasmed and he filled her with 
more of his incestuous cum.  When he was done fucking 
his sister Dave slipped past her and out of the stall 
with amazing speed leaving Fran sitting on the toilet 
slumped over in total exhaustion.  She leaned against 
stall partition and pondered her brother's talents.  
He seemed to be able to slip in and out of locked 
doors, enter and leave rooms without being seen, and 
always seemed to know where she was and what she was 
doing.
 
Fran heard people talking out in the hallway and new 
it was time to clean her self up and go into the 
sanctuary for the worship service.  She took more 
toilet paper and carefully wiped away the remains of 
their recent animalistic fuck.  She straightened her 
cloths and left the restroom. As she expected her 
brother was waiting for her in the hallway with a 
satisfied grin on his face.  She stepped up to him and 
spoke softly into his ear. 
 
"Have you made a pact with the devil?  Is that why you 
can do all these things?"
 
"No," he replied moving his leg so it bumped the 
weight hanging under her dress, "I'm just good."  He 
took her arm and moved her toward the door to the 
sanctuary.  "You're lucky.  You get to rest during the 
service.  There's not much I can do with mother 
sitting right beside us."  Fran was both relieved and 
disappointed.
 
During the service Fran did get a rest from the 
bouncing of the weight, but the elastic around her 
clitoris kept her ever mindful of her sex organs and 
her recent fucking in the bathroom.  Also there was 
the standing, sitting, kneeling to keep at least some 
stimulation going.  Then came the time for the 
Eucharist and Fran had to walk up to the altar railing 
to take communion.  The slow walk forward and the 
kneeling put her just on the verge of another large 
orgasm.  Dave, in the process of kneeling beside her, 
managed to bump her just right to set her off just as 
the priest put the wafer in her mouth.  When they got 
back to their seats he leaned over and whispered.
 
"Did you have a deeply religious experience?"
 
The worship service ended.  Fran experienced some 
minor orgasms getting out to the car.  As they were 
leaving the priest commented on how 'radiant' she 
looked this morning.  She once again had to display 
herself in the back seat and finger herself while her 
brother watched.  When they got home Fran went 
immediately to her room.  She took off her dress and 
looked at herself in the full-length mirror.  The 
weight was still hanging from her red swollen 
clitoris.  Fran's clitoris had become so sensitive 
that even the breeze from the open window threatened 
to set off another orgasm.  Her bedroom door opened 
and her brother slipped into the room.
 
"No." she said immediately "Not in the middle of the 
day with mother next door.  What if she comes in here?  
What if she wants help with lunch?"  She watched as 
Dave walked over to her.
 
"Haven't you learned yet that you have no say over 
when, where, how or who fucks you?"  Dave grabbed the 
weight hanging between her legs and with one snap of 
his arm yanked it off her swollen clitoris.  Fran put 
one hand over her mouth to stifle a scream while she 
cupped her cunt with the other and bent over in 
agonizing pain.  "I told you this morning that you 
were going to be punished for trying to wear panties."
 
Dave pulled her over to her bed by a handful of hair 
and pushed her over so her face has against the 
mattress.  Unzipping his pants he pulled his huge hard 
cock out and rubbed it back and forth over her cunt 
lips to pick up lubrication then forced it into her 
upturned asshole.  Fran buried her face in the 
bedspread and bit down on a mouth full to help keep 
from screaming and drawing attention.
 
Dave fucked his entire cock in and out of his sister's 
ass.  Fran grabbed handfuls of bed sheets as she 
rocked her body back and forth pushing her ass further 
onto her brother's huge hard cock.  They both froze 
when there was a knock on the door.
 
"Fran come down stairs and help me with lunch." Their 
mother's voice was muffled by the closed door.  Fran 
lifted her head and swallowed twice before answering.  
Just as she started to speak her brother restarted his 
long fucking strokes in and out of her ass.
 
"O....OH...OH KAY,  mo..mom I...I'll be down in a 
minute."  Something about talking to her mother just 
on the other side of the door while her brother fucked 
in and out of her ass sent Fran over the edge and she 
buried her face in the sheets to smother another 
orgasmic scream.  Just as she started to cum Dave 
plunged his cock into her and held it there while he 
reached around and stroked her abused clitoris.  
Fran's whole body began to twitch like she was having 
a seizure.
 
It seemed to Fran that every time her brother fucked 
her she had a better orgasm than the last time, and 
the more he abused and humiliated her between times 
the harder she came.  Dave loved to hold his hard cock 
buried inside his sister while she came.  Whether in 
her ass or her cunt her muscles massaged his hard cock 
while she orgasmed.  It almost always made him cum 
right after her.  This time was no different.  When 
Fran started cumming Dave held his cock inside her hot 
hole and held on for the ride of his life. Just as her 
orgasm died away Fran felt her brothers massive hard 
cock jerk and twitch inside her like it was doing a 
dance, and she knew that he had deposited another load 
deep in her body.
 
Dave pulled his softening cock out of his sisters 
abused asshole and picked up her dress to clean 
himself.  After he wiped his cock clean on her good 
dress Dave pushed his organ back into his pants and 
zipped up.  Then he turned and without saying a word 
left the room.  Fran got some tissue and began to 
clean herself before putting on her shorts and blouse.  
As she gently wiped and patted herself dry she thought 
back trying to remember how many times she had been 
fucked in the last fifty-nine hours.
 
She just sat and tried to count up how many times her 
brother had fucked her, never mind about all his 
friends yesterday.  It was hard for Fran to remember 
that just fifty-nine hours ago she had been a virgin, 
and that nothing bigger than her own finger had been 
inside her pussy.  She counted them up, counting pussy 
fucks, ass fucks, finger fucks, blowjobs and cunt-
lickings she had sex with her brother twenty times in 
less than three days, and today wasn't over yet.
 
She stood up and absent-mindedly put on a T-shirt and 
a pair of shorts.  She could not even begin to guess 
how many different boys had fucked her, or how many 
times yesterday when she was staked out in the back 
yard.  Fran was walking into the kitchen where Dave 
and their mother were working on lunch when she 
realized her mistake.  She had broken one of Dave's 
main rules.  He looked over at her and Fran saw the 
anger building in his face.
 
"I'm sorry.  I forgot."  She said in a low voice.
 
"What are you sorry about dear?" her mother asked 
cheerfully.  Before Fran could answer Dave spoke up.
 
"Oh, I've been helping Fran with a little project she 
has.  She's decided that she wants to start acting 
more feminine and lady like, so as a first step she 
agreed to stop wearing shorts and slacks and only wear 
dresses and skirts from know on."  Dave looked over at 
his sister.  "I'll finish helping mom, you go upstairs 
and dress properly."  As Fran turned and walked back 
up the stairs she heard her mother.
 
"Why Dave, it's so nice of you to help your little 
sister like that.  I'm so glad you two get along so 
well."
 
Fran could just hear the smile in her mother's voice.  
Was her mother stupid?  Couldn't she see what was 
going on?  Fran worried about something she had 
overheard her brother say to one of his friends during 
yesterday's 'first weekly Fran fuck' as her brother 
insisted on calling it.  Her brother, while video 
taping three guys fucking her at the same time, 
casually mentioned that soon he would have their 
mother staked out for a fuck party.
 
Fran went back into her room and while she pulled off 
her shorts and looked in her closet for a skirt to 
wear tried to decide what she might do to save her 
mother.  The thought that her mother might not want to 
be saved never crossed her mind.  Deep in thought she 
was startled when her brother appeared, almost 
miraculously, beside her.  She turned to face him. 
 
"You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm not going 
to let your treat our mother like this."  Dave slipped 
his hands up inside her T-shirt and began to pinch and 
twist her nipples, which immediately began to harden.  
Fran could feel lust signals already streaking from 
her breasts to her cunt. 
 
"Not only will I fuck mom, but you will help hold her 
down the first time, and you will lick her pussy clean 
when I'm done."  Dave gave her nipples an extra hard 
pinch then released them.
 
"No, I will never help you.  I will do everything I 
can to stop you."  She was almost in tears.
 
"Don't worry about it know, when the time comes you 
will do it willingly. Now come down for lunch.  While 
we eat I have to decide how I'm going to punish you 
for being a bad girl."  Dave turned and walked out of 
the room. Fran followed behind him chewing her lip 
pensively.
 
Lunch seemed almost anti-climactic in its normalcy.  
Their mother talked about her work.  Dave talked about 
classes at school.  Fran even managed to relax and 
participate in the family discussion acting as if her 
brother's cock had not been inside her twice since she 
got out of bed that morning. 
 
After lunch their mother went to her room for a nap.  
This was a family custom that had been in place for as 
long as Dave or Fran could remember. As soon as their 
mother was out of the room Dave mad Fran tuck the back 
of her skirt up into the waist band so he could watch 
her tight little butt while she did the dishes.  Fran 
blushed whenever she caught sight of her brother 
watching her move around the kitchen with her ass 
exposed.  Every time she came near the table he would 
reach out and pat her behind. 
 
When the table was cleared off Fran ran water in the 
sink and began to wash the dishes.  Dave came up 
behind Fran and put his hands on the edge of the 
counter on each side of her.  Fran could feel his hard 
cock through the fabric of his trousers.  He wiggled 
his hips back and forth working the bulge into her ass 
crack.
 
"You ready to fuck again?" he asked, whispering in her 
ear.  Her cunt was beginning to ooze lubrication.  She 
pushed back against her brother's hard cock.
 
"Don't you ever get tired?" she asked.
 
"I don't think I will ever get tired of your hot cunt, 
or your tight ass, or your wet mouth."  Dave slipped 
his hands inside her arms and under her T-shirt.  He 
cupped her breasts like a living bra then began to 
pinch and twist her nipples while she washed the 
dishes.  Fran leaned back against him and could feel 
his hard hot cock twitching against her.  While Fran 
continued to wash dishes while Dave moved his hands 
down across her stomach and, lifting the front of her 
skirt began to run his finger tips through her 
abundant pubic hair.
 
Dave slipped his fingers around her clitoris and pussy 
lips leaving them untouched as he gently caressed her 
inner thighs.  Fran's cunt was leaking so much 
lubrication that her skin seemed to be covered with 
baby oil.  The smell of her sex permeated the room.  A 
deep throaty groan escaped from Fran, as she began to 
rock her ass up and down on her brother's bulging 
crotch.
 
Dave pulled Fran back from the sink so she would have 
to lean over to get at the dishes.  Fran heard her 
brother's zipper, then felt his cock, unencumbered by 
his trousers, resting against her ass.  He ran his 
fingers over the slick skin of her inner thighs then 
grabbed each of her cunt lips with the thumb and 
forefinger of each hand.  He pulled her cunt open then 
gently pushed the head of his large hard cock into 
her.
 
Fran pulled the last dish from the rinse water and set 
it in the dish rack then she held onto the edge of the 
sink and leaned over making her hot wet pussy 
available to her brother/lover/master.  Dave released 
her cunt lips and allowed them to engulf his cockhead.  
He grabbed Fran's hips and slowly pushed his cock 
deeper into her.  As Dave large hard cock slowly sank 
into Fran's hot wet flesh she leaned further over and 
rested her head against the counter.
 
"Oh God fuck me brother." She said and reached back 
with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart.  When 
Dave reached maximum penetration into his sisters 
snatch Fran reached back between her legs and began to 
message his balls with both hands.  "I've wanted you 
to fuck me ever since I found out what fucking was." 
She finally admitted.
 
Dave bent over Fran's body and while she massaged his 
balls Dave began to squeeze and massage her breasts 
and nipples.  Then Dave wrapped his arms around her 
waist and pulled her back with him until he landed in 
one of the kitchen chairs with Fran still impaled on 
his long hard cock.
 
"Don't move."  He ordered.  "Just sit on my rod and 
concentrate on what it feels like to have your cunt 
filled with your brothers cock." 
 
Dave's hands roamed over Fran's body igniting trails 
of fiery passion everywhere he touched.  Every time 
her lust overcame her and she would start to move up 
and down on his cock Dave would grab her hips and 
order to sit still.  Sitting on her brother's lap with 
his hard cock inside her became an exquisite 
pain/pleasure for Fran.  Not allowed to move her 
brother's cock seemed to grow inside her until it 
filled every fiber of her being.  Fran's whole body 
began to tremble.  She brought her hand up to her 
mouth and bit on her knuckle trying to keep from 
screaming out her pleasure.
 
Fran's cunt muscles began to spasm and tremble, 
clasping at Dave's invading cock like a hot wet hand.  
Despite Dave's commands to sit still Fran began to 
rock back and forth biting her knuckle harder and 
harder and emitting deep guttural growling sounds with 
each rock.
 
Fran's universe shrunk until nothing existed except 
her trembling cunt wrapped around what was now feeling 
like a monstrously large cock.  She wanted to scream 
at the tops of her lungs.  She wanted to yell "FUCK ME 
GOD DAMN IT FUCK ME."  But he didn't start fucking, 
instead he stopped her rocking, and once again made 
her sit still on his rock hard organ. 
 
"Concentrate on the cock.  Don't think about anything 
but what it feels like inside you."  Dave whispered in 
her ear as his hands continued to leave trails of fire 
over her lust-crazed body.  "Concentrate on what the 
cock feels like inside your cunt.  Concentrate on what 
your cunt feels like stretched over my cock."  Dave 
continued to whisper in her ear as the trembling of 
her body turned in to spasms.
 
Dave wrapped one arm around Fran's waist, he picked up 
and cloth napkin from the table and stuffed it into 
her mouth then placed his hand over her napkin filled 
mouth to muffle the screams that accompanied the 
racking spasms jerking her body forward and backward 
and side to side.  Copious amounts of lubricating 
fluid ran from Fran's spasming cunt.  It flowed over 
Dave's balls and onto the chair, puddling under his 
butt.
 
Fran lost contact with the world around her.  Her 
universe consisted of Dave's giant cock deep inside 
her grasping cunt.  Dave held her as the muscle spasms 
died away and her body went limp in his lap.  He 
pulled the napkin out of her mouth and Fran gulped 
great lung fulls of air, then laid with her head on 
her brother's shoulder while she slowly worked her way 
back to full consciousness.
 
Fran realized that her brother's cock was still hard, 
and still buried completely in her wet pussy.  She 
started to move her hips wanting to repay Dave for the 
mind-blowing orgasm he had just given her.  Dave 
grabbed her hips and stopped her.
 
"No. Just sit.  There are times when having a hard 
cock buried in a hot wet cunt is even better that 
coming.  I want to keep my cock inside you until we 
have to stop.  Mother will be in her bedroom for at 
least another hour, and I intend to keep my hard cock 
inside your wonderful pussy for fifty-nine of those 
sixty minutes."  Dave began to run his hands over her 
body again.  "I want to see how many of those earth 
shaking orgasms you can have during the next hour."
 
"Oh God you're a monster." Fran moaned as she kissed 
her brother's neck and began to concentrate on the 
feel of his massive hard cock stretching her hot wet 
cunt.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister part four
"Back to School"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Fran was awakened by a soft buzzing under her pillow.  
Following her brother's instructions she got up and 
removed her night cloths then walked naked past her 
mother's bedroom to her brother's room where Dave 
would be waiting to have his sexual desires serviced.  
As Fran walked across the room Dave laid on his side 
against the wall making room for his nude fourteen-
year-old sister to lay down on his bed beside him.  
Fran climbed into her brother's bed then laid on her 
back and spread her legs welcoming his hard cock into 
her eager cunt.  As Dave rolled on top of her Fran 
parted her lips and welcomed his thrusting tongue into 
her mouth just as his thrusting cock had been welcomed 
into her wet pussy.
 
The only differences in this morning's fuck from the 
last three mornings were that Fran had been summed to 
Dave's room instead of his appearing in her room and, 
Fran being well along the path transforming her from a 
fourteen-year-old virgin to an experienced sex slave, 
there was less rape involved in the sex.  It's more 
appropriate, he had told her when he installed the 
buzzer, for the slave to come to the master instead of 
the master coming to the slave.
 
Fran wrapped her legs around her brother's hips and 
her arms around his neck and humped her hips against 
his as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her large 
sensitive clitoris was being rubbed by the thrusting 
cock and brought her to the brink of orgasm almost 
immediately.  Dave broke off the kiss and stuffed the 
jockey shorts he had worn the previous day into her 
mouth to muffle the orgasmic screams he knew would be 
coming.
 
After fucking his sister through two orgasms and 
giving her some last minute directions for her first 
day back at school as a sex slave, Dave allowed her to 
return to her room.  Fran entered her bedroom just as 
her alarm was going off.  She sat on the edge of her 
bed for a few minutes then began to dress in the 
cloths set out for her by her brother.  Fran put on 
the short plaid skirt and the tight sweater without 
panties or a bra.  She was by her brother's orders no 
longer allowed to ware panties.
 
Fran wanted desperately to go into the bathroom and 
wash her thighs and pussy where the remnants of their 
recent fuck were drying.  She didn't dare, Dave had 
issued a new rule, and she was not allowed to clean 
herself up after sex unless given permission to by 
him.  She looked at herself in her full-length mirror 
as she combed her hair.  The skirt was just barely 
long enough to keep the Girls Vice-Principal from 
sending her home to change. The white sweater was one 
she had not worn for almost a year.  It was too small 
and just barely reached the top of her skirt.  The 
fabric stretched so tight over her breasts that every 
curve was magnified.  Fran could see her nipples 
growing hard under the thin material as she brushed 
her hair. 
 
The thought of every boy in school seeing the outline 
of her nipples made Fran blush with anticipatory 
humiliation.  It also caused more lubricant to leak 
from her freshly fucked cunt onto her already soaked 
thighs.  Fran pulled the back of her skirt up when she 
sat at her make up table and allowed her wet cunt to 
rest directly on the cold wood chair.  The coolness 
felt good on her warm pussy.  After finishing her make 
up Fran waited impatiently for her brother.  She had 
been instructed not to leave her room until he came to 
inspect her.
 
Dave walked into his sister's room and sat on the edge 
of her bed.  The same bed in which he had raped her 
three days before, starting her journey into sexual 
slavery.  Fran submissively walked over to her brother 
and stood in front of him with her legs spread.  Dave 
lifted the front of her skirt and examined her to 
insure himself that she was following his 
instructions. Dave pinched and pulled on her clitoris 
until it attained it's fully engorged one half inch 
size then he slipped a small elastic band over it. 
 
"I won't make you wear the weight today."  He informed 
her as he let her skirt drop down.  "But the elastic 
band will keep you aware of your sex organs."  Dave 
then pushed her tight sweater up exposing her hard 
nippled breasts.  After taking a few moments to pinch 
and pull on her nipples, making them even harder, he 
slipped elastic bands around each of them, then pulled 
her sweater back down.
 
Dave turned Fran around so she could see herself in 
the mirror again.  Her nipples stood out obscenely 
under the stretched thin sweater fabric.  Dave stood 
up and without a word Fran followed him from her room 
and down the stairs to the kitchen.  Each step caused 
her breasts to move inside her sweater, and each 
movement of her breasts caused her hard, bound nipples 
to rub on the cloth stretched over them.  The movement 
of her thighs as she walked caused her elastic bound 
clitoris to throb.
 
Dave sat at the kitchen table and, after serving him 
his food, Fran stood beside him with her legs spread 
and her hands held behind her back. Available for 
whatever 'play' he might like to indulge in while he 
ate. Knowing that his mother would sleep late since 
she was changing to the swing shift for the next week, 
Dave freely fingered his sister while he ate his corn 
flakes.
 
Fran's entire body was trembling on the verge of 
orgasm when Dave removed his fingers from her dripping 
pussy and, after depositing his bowl in the sink, 
preceded his sister out the back door and to his car.  
Without being told to Fran scooted across the car seat 
and sat next to her brother with her legs spread and 
her skirt lifted.  Fran new this was expected of her 
and she was also hopping that Dave would continue to 
finger her on the way to school and not leave her so 
close to an unfulfilled orgasm.
 
Fran's wish only partially came true.  Dave did finger 
her on the way to school, but he was careful not to 
let her have an orgasm.  Fran arrived at school filled 
with dread and anticipation.  She expected to see 
every boy at school wearing the red badges sporting 
the large white 'FF' that gave them permission to fuck 
her whenever they wanted to.  She was not sure if she 
was relieved or disappointed when she did not see a 
single boy wearing one.  Her fantasy/nightmare about 
this day was that she would be forced into closets and 
fucked between every class by hordes of horny males 
wearing "Fran Fucker" badges.
 
Fran ran into Vickie, her best friend, outside their 
first period Algebra class.  Vickie stared open 
mouthed as Fran walked down the hallway towards her.  
She could not believe that her virginal best friend 
was wearing a skirt that short, or a sweater that 
tight.
 
"God damn, girl," she said as Fran stepped up next to 
her, "you look really hot this morning.  You trying to 
give every boy in school a hard on?"  Fran blushed 
with embarrassment and humiliation.
 
"I didn't have anything else to wear."  Fran answered 
weakly "What did I miss on Friday?" she asked trying 
to change the subject.  Vickie gave her friend another 
look up and down.
 
"Turn to chapter eight." Fran pulled out her Algebra 
book.  The book fell open to reveal a Polaroid picture 
of herself on her knees in the shower with her mouth 
stretched over a large cock. "Oh my God.." she 
whispered and tried to slam the book shut before 
Vickie could see the picture.  Vickie managed to get 
her hand into the book and snagged the picture just as 
the book closed with a loud bang.  Everyone around 
them looked over at the noise. Luckily they were in a 
corner far enough away from the others that the 
picture could not be seen.
 
"Oh my God.." Vickie said as she turned into the 
corner to avoid Fran's hands trying to grab it back.  
"And I thought I was the slutty one."  The bell rung 
just then and Vickie dropped the picture into her own 
Algebra book and went into the classroom without 
waiting for Fran.
 
All during the class time Fran noticed Vickie opening 
her book and staring intently at the picture then 
looking over at her.  Fran groaned inwardly it was 
hard to keep her mind on anything except the tight 
bands around her nipples and her clitoris.  She 
imagined that everyone was staring at her. She 
imagined that everyone could smell her wet pussy.  She 
recognized one of the boys in her class as being one 
of Dave's guests at Saturday's "First Weekly Fran 
Fuck" and wondered why he wasn't wearing a 'Fran 
Fucker' badge. He looked at her and smiled then stuck 
the tip of his tongue out between his lips and wiggled 
it up and down.
 
Fran blushed with humiliation `this obscene boy had 
fucked me', she thought, `I've sucked his cock, he has 
watched me finger fuck myself'.  Fran looked down at 
her Algebra book and refused to look back over at him.  
In her humiliation she imagined that everyone in the 
class knew what had happened and were staring at her 
in disgust.  Despite Fran's imagination most of the 
people in the class that noticed anything about her 
were wondering why a girl almost famous for hiding her 
body under baggy clothes would suddenly come to school 
dressed like...well, dressed like her friend Vickie. 
 
As soon as the bell rang Vickie jumped up and almost 
ran out of the class. Fran tried to run after her but 
the boy she recognized and another one blocked her 
way.  Fran stopped but since they were not wearing 
badges she pushed past them and, ignoring their hands 
on her breasts and ass, tried to catch up with her 
friend.
 
Fran and Vickie had separate classes for the next two 
periods.  Fran was deeply troubled.  What she imagined 
Vickie was thinking about her caused more profound 
humiliation than her conviction that everybody was 
staring at her hard nipples silhouetted by her tight 
sweater.  Fran spent an agonizing two hours constantly 
aware of her nipples rubbing on the inside of her 
sweater and her clitoris bound by the elastic band 
placed their by her brother.  Her humiliation and 
dread were heightened by occasionally seeing one or 
another of the participants in Saturday's fuck party.
 
Finally it was time for gym class and Fran would get 
to see Vickie and try to explain what was going on.  
Fran and Vickie each managed to convince the gym 
teacher that they needed to set out the activities 
that day.  While the rest of the girls began playing 
volleyball Fran climbed to the top row of the 
bleachers where Vickie sat watching her approach.  
Fran was a little put off by the way Vickie watched 
her, it reminder her of the way the boys who attended 
Saturday's party looked at her.
 
"OK Fran out with it girl."  Vickie said even before 
Fran got seated beside her.  Fran hesitated for only a 
minute, then it seemed that she lost control of her 
mouth.  She told Vickie everything, starting with 
early Friday morning when her brother came into her 
room and raped her and ending with her going to Dave's 
room this morning to fuck her brother before school. 
 
After an unbearably long silence Fran looked over at 
Vickie.  Vickie was setting with her fist pushed down 
between her legs rocking gently back and forth with a 
dazed expression on her face.  Suddenly she realized 
that the story was over and looked at Fran.
 
"God your lucky." She said earnestly,  "Do you know 
what I would give to have your brother fuck me 
everyday?"  It was not what Fran expected to hear. She 
knew that Vickie was wild and, yes, a bit on the 
'slutty' side, but Fran expected at least some outrage 
from her.  "Do you think Dave would let me be his 
slave too?"  Fran felt a wave of unexpected jealousy 
surge over her. She almost said 'Why would my brother 
want a whorey little slut like you for a slave.' But 
she bit her lip at the last second.
 
"I don't know." Was all she said.
 
"Show me."  Vickie said looking at Fran.
 
"Show you what?" Fran pretended not to know what 
Vickie wanted to look at. 
 
"You know." Vickie responded.
 
"Not here."  Fran's voice began to take on a pleading 
quality, like it had when her brother ordered her to 
do something she didn't want to do. 
 
"Yes.  Right here, right know."  Vickie's voice took 
on a sudden air of command.  Fran looked at her friend 
then slowly stood up and with her back to the 
gymnasium full of volleyball playing girls lifted the 
front of her sweater so her friend could see her 
engorged sensitive nipples held tight by elastic 
bands.  Vickie reached up and gently ran her fingers 
over her friend's red swollen nipples.  She heard Fran 
moan as the nipples grew even harder under her 
fingers.  When Vickie reached under her skirt Fran 
spread her legs without objection.
 
Vickie's fingers handled Fran's swollen tender 
clitoris with a gentleness Fran had never felt before.  
She almost fell forward onto her friend's lap and only 
managed to remain standing by putting her hands on 
Vickie's shoulders.  Fran summoned all of her will 
power and pulled away from her friend's marvelous 
fingers and sat back down beside her.  They sat 
silently for several minutes.
 
"I want you."  Vickie said finally with blunt honesty.  
Fran's mind whirled from confusion, humiliation and 
lust.
 
"No.  I can't." Fran finally answered in a low husky 
voice that gave away her inner desires.
 
"You mean you don't want to."  Vickie said her voice 
full of hurt and reproach.
 
"No.  I can't.  You don't have a badge."  Fran looked 
down at the floor in front of her trying to hide her 
tears of humiliation.  "I have to fuck anyone that has 
a badge and I cannot fuck anyone that does not have a 
badge."  Tears were now rolling down her face.  "If 
Dave finds out that I even let you feel me I will be 
punished."  Vickie took her friends hand then stood 
up.
 
"Come with me." She said and pulled Fran after her 
headed for the girl's shower room.
 
Ms Marshall, the gym teacher had been watching the two 
girls high in the bleachers.  She wondered about their 
intense conversation, and was suspicious when one 
stood in front of the other blocking her view.  When 
she saw them headed for the girl's shower room she 
waited for three or four minutes then followed.  The 
petite muscular 'handsome' woman opened the door to 
the girl's shower room and slipped in as quietly as 
she could.  She moved around behind an equipment rack 
where she could see the two young girls without being 
seen.
 
"Come on Fran, there's nobody here except us.  Dave 
will never know.  Just take your clothes off and let 
me look."  Fran was trembling with lust and fear.
 
"He always knows."  She replied.  Ms Marshall watched 
as Vickie stepped up to Fran and pulled her sweater 
over her head exposing her firm young breasts topped 
with swollen red nipples.  She slipped her hand down 
the front of her gym shorts as Vickie unbuttoned 
Fran's skirt and let it drop to the floor. 
 
Fran's large clitoris was swollen to almost twice it 
normal one half inch size by the elastic band around 
it's base.  It looked like a bright red miniature 
penis.  Her cunt lips glistened with her copious 
vaginal secretions.  So, Ms Marshall thought as she 
rubbed her own clitoris, the rumors are true.  I'm 
going to have to find this Dave person.
 
Ms Marshall felt her own excitement growing as Vickie, 
after staring in awe at her best friends voluptuous 
body quickly stripped off her own skirt and blouse and 
engulfed her in a passionate embrace.  Ms Marshall's 
muscles tightened then relaxed as she watched the two 
young girls kiss deeply as their hands roamed over 
each other's bodies.  She wiped her fingers off on a 
towel then quietly slipped out of the room.  She was 
anxious to get home and share this with her lover.
 
When the bell rang Vickie and Fran frantically put 
their cloths back on and were just leaving the shower 
room when the crush of sweaty girls almost knocked 
them over.
 
"Out of the way sluts" one of them shouted.  Fran 
recognized her.  Her brother was one of the boys who 
gang fucked her on Saturday.
 
"It won't be long before everyone knows."  She said to 
Vickie as they walked toward the snack bar for their 
lunch.
 
"Hey, to hell with them.  Those cunts are just 
jealous."  Vickie seemed to be deep in thought for a 
minute. "Hey Fran, there's something I have to take 
care of real quick.  I'll be back in just a minute."  
Fran was feeling extremely vulnerable and would have 
preferred to have her friend with her but Vickie 
dashed off without waiting for a response.
 
Fran got her food then found a place to sit away from 
the other students and tried not to look around while 
she ate.  Fran was becoming apprehensive. Her worst 
fears had not materialized.  That could only mean that 
her brother had something even worse in mind for her 
than what she had been expecting. 
 
Vickie left Fran standing in line at the snack bar and 
walked quickly across the street to the student 
parking lot.  Just as she expected Fran's older 
brother was hanging out there.  Fran walked up to him.
 
"I want to talk to you." She said then turned and 
walked off.  Dave winked at his cronies then followed 
her.  "I know." Vickie said when Dave caught up.
 
"Of course you do."  Dave responded with total 
nonchalance.  "I didn't expect Fran to be able to keep 
it from you." He stopped walking and turned toward 
Vickie.  "What do you want?"
 
"I want a badge."
 
"Why should I give you one?"
 
"I'll be your slave too if you want me." She said 
hopefully then added, "You can tie me to your car and 
parade me around the parking lot naked.  As long as I 
get to have Fran."
 
"Tempting offer." Dave pretended to give it deep 
thought, "OK you can't have her until I tell you, and 
you can't tell her ahead of time, and I will let you 
know when you are going to be paraded around tied to 
the car, agreed?" Vickie swallowed several times.
 
"OK" she said finally and walked off.  Vickie ran back 
to the snack bar, got a sandwich, then joined Fran at 
the table where she was setting by herself. 

"Sorry I had to run off for a minute.  How are you 
doing?"  Fran's growing anger at her friend for 
running off was dissipated by her obvious concern. 
 
"I'm OK, I'm just concerned.  Nothing has happened yet 
and I'm afraid that means that Dave has some surprise 
planned for me."  Vickie suppressed the urge to say 
'Yea I have a surprise too.'
 
"Hey, I'm sure it will be OK.  I mean if he does 
anything really outlandish it would spoil his fun."  
That thought seemed to console Fran and she gave 
Vickie a weak smile.
 
They sat and talked, as only old friends can, until 
the bell rang and they had to go to their separate 
classes.  They would not see each other again until 
last period when they had US History together.  Fran 
spent the next two hours imagining what her brother 
could be up to.  She fantasized about being taken up 
on the stage during a pre game rally and being fucked 
by the football team.  She imagined herself tied to 
the main stairs leading up to the front door of the 
school where every boy could fuck her when they left 
school for the day.
 
Despite her fevered imaginings nothing happened.  She 
saw no 'Fran Fucker' badges.  Nobody pulled her into a 
broom closet and fucked her senseless. Other than the 
constant reminder of the elastic bands on her nipples 
and clitoris it was just an average day at school.
 
Fran met up with Vickie again outside Mr. Roberts' 
History class.  Mr. Roberts was the only really 
'hunky' male teacher in the school.  Every female had 
a crush on him when he first arrived there at the 
beginning of the school year.  Fran and Vickie walked 
into the class deep in whispered conversation and it 
wasn't until she was sitting at her desk in the front 
row that Fran looked up.  Staring back at her from Mr. 
Roberts' lapel was a red pin with white letters, two 
F's.
 
Vickie saw it at the same time Fran did.  That lucky 
bitch was Vickie's first thought.  Mr. Roberts began 
his lecture.  For almost an hour he talked about the 
civil war, then he left his desk and began to walk 
around.  As he walked around the class he dropped a 
piece of paper on Fran's desk.  Trying not to draw 
attention to her self, Fran unfolded the paper.  
There, in her brother's handwriting was the message.
 
"Show him your cunt"
 
Fran could feel the heat as her face turned bright 
red.  By this time most of the kids in the class 
probably knew what the red pin on his lapel signified.  
She stared straight ahead, she did not want to see the 
looks on their faces.  She struggled to keep from 
reaching down and stroking her self.  Her pussy was as 
hot as her face.  She could smell her own cunt as she 
scooted forward in her seat and slowly spread her 
legs.
 
Mr. Roberts walked back to the front of the class and 
sat on the edge of his desk.  He slowly looked around 
the classroom then stared directly at her crotch.  
Fran wanted to hide her face.  She wanted to die.  She 
wanted someone to fuck her brains out.  She wanted to 
lock herself in a closet and never come out.  She 
wanted to be chained to the oak tree and gang fucked 
again.  She wanted to die.  She wanted to disappear 
forever.  She wanted Vickie to suck on her clit until 
she passed out from ecstasy.  She wanted to run away 
where no one knew her.  She wanted the football team 
to fuck her in front of the whole student body.
 
Mr. Roberts began to walk around the class again as he 
droned on about the Civil War.  When he passed Fran's 
desk he dropped another note on it.  Fran looked at 
the paper like it contained poison.  God no, she 
thought I can't do any more.  She didn't remember 
unfolding the paper but she was staring at her 
brother's handwriting.
 
"Finger your cunt for him"
 
Fran was sure the smell of her sex permeated the 
entire room.  Mr. Roberts walked back up the front of 
the room and sat on his desk again.  While he 
continued to talk he stared directly at Fran and 
raised one eyebrow quizzically.  Fran slowly sank even 
lower in her chair, she spread her legs further.  Then 
while Mr. Roberts watched she slipped her right hand 
down and started to work the tip of her finger between 
her wet glistening folds of cunt flesh.  Fran brought 
her other hand up to her mouth and bit down on her 
knuckle she was determined not to yell or scream when 
she came.
 
Just as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her the 
bell rang and everyone else got up and left.  Vickie 
gave Fran one last envious look then left with the 
rest of the kids.  Fran could not have left even if 
she had been told to.  Mr. Roberts continued to watch 
as Fran worked two fingers in and out of her wet open 
pussy.  She was biting on her finger so hard Mr. 
Roberts was afraid she was going to draw blood.
 
As the noise of the departing students died away Mr. 
Roberts could hear low "mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" sounds 
coming from Fran as she rocked back and forth in time 
to her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt.  Mr. 
Roberts walked over to the door.  After locking it and 
pulling the blind down he came back over and stood in 
front of Fran.  Mr. Roberts slowly unzipped his 
trousers then he reached inside and pulled out a hard 
cock even bigger than her brothers.
 
As soon as the cock was in view Fran pulled her 
knuckle from her mouth and, leaning forward, engulfed 
the huge rod and sucked it down her throat.  Mr. 
Roberts gasped as Fran's nose buried itself in his 
pubic hair.  Seldom had he found even grown woman who 
could take his huge cock all the way down their 
throats.  Fran began to bob her head up and down and 
suck on his cock like her life itself depended on 
getting cum in her system immediately. 
 
After a minute of expert cock sucking Mr. Roberts 
pulled his cock from Fran's mouth.  Ignoring the 
whimpering sounds coming from her Mr. Roberts pulled 
her to her feet.  He pulled her tight sweater over her 
head and unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt 
letting it fall to the floor.  Fran, now naked, 
allowed herself to be guided to the teacher's desk 
where Mr. Roberts picked her up and positioned her on 
its edge.  Pushing her back onto her elbows Mr. 
Roberts pulled her legs up and apart exposing her wet 
hungry cunt for his inspection.
 
Her pubic hair was matted and her pussy was open and 
waiting.  Mr. Roberts positioned his cockhead between 
the gapping lips of her cunt and pushed into her with 
one easy stroke.  As he began to fuck her hot pussy 
Mr. Roberts leaned over and began to lick and kiss her 
red swollen nipples.
 
Each time Mr. Roberts' cock stroked over her swollen 
clitoris Fan experienced almost unbearable pain, and 
almost unbearable pleasure.  Every lick of Mr. 
Roberts' tongue over one of Fran's red swollen nipples 
caused the same mind shattering combination of extreme 
pain, extreme pleasure. Fran put both hands over her 
mouth to muffle her screams of pain and pleasure.
 
Fran lost track of time, she had know idea how long 
she was in her universe of pain and pleasure as Mr. 
Roberts fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. She 
was vaguely aware of his body and cock spasming 
against and in hers as he came.
 
Then she was left alone.  She gingerly pushed herself 
up to a setting position on the edge of the desk then 
sat there staring into space.  When she heard the door 
opening Fran tried to cover her naked body, then she 
saw that it was Vickie and gave up.  Vickie rushed 
over to her friend to help down from the desk.  Fran 
collapsed into her arms and began to sob. 
 
"Was it that awful?" Vickie asked holding her nude 
friend and stroking her hair.  Fran's sobs began to 
fade.
 
"When it's happening its wonderful, but when it's not 
happening I feel dirty and perverted."  Vickie 
continued to stroke her hair and hold her friends 
beautiful nude body.
 
"But that's what is so wonderful about your brother."  
Fran pulled away just enough to look at her friend.
 
"What do you mean?" she asked, their mouths almost 
touching. 
 
"He makes you do all the things you want to do but 
can't" their lips met and parted as their tongues 
explored each other's eager mouths.  They kissed 
deeply for only a moment then Vickie pulled her lips 
away.  "Let me help you get dressed, your brother's 
waiting for you in the parking lot.  And judging from 
the bulge in his pants I don't think your day is 
finished yet."  Vickie helped Fran put on her skirt 
and sweater then walked her to the front door of the 
school, where she gave her friend another tender kiss 
on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow."
 
Fran walked to the parking lot with slow careful 
steps.  Her blood-engorged nipples were causing severe 
pain every time they moved against the sweater and her 
swollen tender clitoris shot pain through her with 
each step.  She finally reached the parking lot where 
Dave waited for her, leaning against his car.  Fran 
leaned her head against his chest.
 
"Please, take them off, I can't take it any longer."  
Dave reached up under her skirt and yanked the elastic 
band off her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.
 
"OH GOD!" Fran almost screamed.  Then when he reached 
up under her sweater and pulled the bands off her 
nipples she went limp against him on the verge of 
passing out.  Dave put her into the car and drove her 
home.  As they walked into the house through the back 
door Fran turned to her brother. 
 
"I know you are going to fuck me, but could you PLEASE 
do it in my ass?" 
 
"Whatever you want." Dave replied with a smile.

================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
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don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Five 
"The Raffle"
By
Norm DePloom
 
Fran reached between her legs and ran her finger 
gently over her protruding cunt lips.  It had been a 
full week now and she still wasn't comfortable with 
not being allowed to wash her self without her brother 
Dave's permission.  The thick viscous cum she felt 
oozing out of her pussy onto her thighs was deposited 
there by her brother just moments before during his 
regular early morning fuck.
 
Fran could hardly believe all that had happened in the 
week since her brother had slipped into her room in 
the early morning hours last Friday one week ago to 
rape her while their mother slept in the next room.  
As she reviewed the week she began to dress in the 
cloths set out by Dave.  She had been relieved when 
Dave told her that there would always be a clear 
message from him telling her what to do, like the 
notes Mr. Roberts, her history teacher had given her 
before he fucked her after class on Monday. 
 
She felt safer knowing it was really up to her 
brother, not the boys wearing the red badges, the ones 
with the "FF" in large white letters as to when and 
where she would fuck.  His original instructions were 
that she had to fuck anyone wearing one of those 
badges, anytime and anywhere they wanted.  When Dave 
gave her the amended instructions he admitted the 
first instructions had been to keep her on edge all-
day Monday so she would be primed for Mr. Roberts' 
attentions.  Although she felt relieved about the 
badges, she still felt concern about Dave's stated 
intention to rape and enslave their mother.
 
During their after fuck cuddling this morning Dave had 
softly talked to her about the efforts needed to keep 
each day more exciting than the last.  Fran 
immediately understood what he was talking about.  A 
week ago just pretending the fingers touching her were 
Dave's instead of her own was enough to give her a 
great orgasm, know being fucked by her brother, while 
still pleasant, was an everyday common occurrence.  
Well actually a several times a day common occurrence, 
but just being fucked by him no longer gave her the 
'ultimate' orgasms it used to.  On Monday when Mr. 
Roberts had fucked her after school she had been 
driven to orgasmic 'deliriums', now Mr. Roberts 
fucking her after school was just a part of her daily 
life, admittedly a very enjoyable part of her daily 
life.  She understood that the day would come when the 
rising tide of sexual excitement would peak, and that 
she would be condemned to spend every day of her life 
trying to reach that peak again.
 
Fran finished dressing and as she sat on the edge of 
her bed waiting for her brother to come for his 
inspection and last minute instructions, she pondered 
her newfound feelings for her best friend Vickie.  
Since she had told Vickie about her new status as her 
brothers sex slave, Vickie had taken every opportunity 
to kiss and touch her in ways she never had before.  
Fran finally admitted to herself that she wanted to 
fuck her best friend.  Fran was jerked out of her 
reverie when the door to her bedroom opened and her 
brother stepped in.  Dave sat on the edge of Fran's 
bed while Fran stood in front of him with her legs 
spread.  Dave reached under his sister's skirt and 
explored her cunt with his fingers then stroked her 
clitoris to its full one half inch erect state.
 
Dave slipped the same elastic band over her clitoris 
that Fran had worn to church on Sunday, but this time 
instead of supporting a small fishing weight hanging 
high enough to be hidden, it supported a tiny brass 
bell hanging low enough to be seen below her skirt.  
Dave worked her nipples until they were hard then 
slipped elastic bands over them.  Each of these bands 
supported another tiny brass bell hanging just below 
the bottom of her blouse. 
 
As Fran followed her brother out of her room and 
downstairs to the kitchen she heard the high-pitched 
dings generated from each bell with even the slightest 
movement of her body.  She knew from experience that 
the constant tugging and pulling on her nipples and 
clitoris would keep her in a state of near orgasm all 
day.  On Sunday the weight bouncing and tugging on her 
clitoris at church had been a secret.  Today every one 
could tell on what parts of her anatomy these bells 
were attached.
 
After serving her brother breakfast and standing 
beside him as he absent mindedly played with her pussy 
while he ate, Fran followed him out to the car for her 
ride to school.  When they pulled into the student 
parking lot Dave reached into the back seat and 
retrieving a cigar box and a roll of raffle tickets 
handed them to Fran.  Fran looked at the double roll 
of tickets designed to tear one ticket off for the 
purchaser and to drop the identically numbered ticket 
into the box.  On the top of the box was written "The 
Shave Fran Raffle" under that "25 cents per ticket, 5 
for a dollar". Fran did not have to ask what part of 
her was going to be shaved, and neither would anyone 
else who saw the box.
 
"If anyone asks you for more details," she could just 
barely hear her brother's instructions her face and 
chest were already beginning to burn with humiliation, 
as was her cunt. "tell them there will be six numbers 
drawn.  The first four get to hold down your arms and 
legs," Fran moaned and frantically tried to think of a 
way to get out of this. "the fifth person drawn will 
get to shave your pussy, and the grand winner will get 
to be the first person to fuck your bare cunt.  The 
drawing will kick off the second weekly 'Fran Fuck' in 
our back yard tomorrow."  Dave pushed Fran out of the 
car.  "Oh, yes, they do have to be present to win."
 
Fran walked across the street towards the school 
building trying to figure out which was more 
humiliating the tinkling bells announcing her 
available sex organs, or the raffle which she just 
knew everyone else had known about for days.  Her 
worst fears were confirmed when virtually every male 
in her first period Geometry class met her with dollar 
bills in their hands, even the ones not wearing the 
'Fran Fucker' badges.  After wading her way through 
the crowd of hopeful pussy shavers Fran felt both 
touched and betrayed when Vickie held out a five-
dollar bill.
 
"I'll take twenty five tickets please." Fran blushed 
down to her nipples having everyone in the hallway 
watch as Vickie bought raffle tickets.  As soon as the 
transaction was complete, Vickie leaned over and 
whispered in Fran's ear.  "Would you rub these on that 
sweet cunt of yours for good luck?"  Fran blushed even 
more brightly as the bell rang and she attempted to 
walk into class with out ringing her own bells.
 
Raffle ticket sales were brisk all morning, as were 
bell ringings.  Fran met back up with Vickie in gym 
class.  Fran approached Ms Marshall for permission to 
set out yet another day of volleyball expecting to be 
denied, instead Ms Marshall looked at Fran then smiled 
broadly.
 
"Why Fran what a unique idea for bells, most girls 
would be satisfied with having them on their fingers 
and toes."  Ms Marshall gently bounced one of her 
'tit' bells up and down a few times.  "Why don't you 
just sit out the class today, I wouldn't want you to 
have to take those off and put them back on again."
 
As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers 
Carla stopped her. Carla was the snooty sister of one 
of the boys who had been involved in her first gang 
fuck the previous Saturday.  It was the same girl that 
had called her a slut on Monday.  The girl's snobby 
friends gathered round them as she dug her hand down 
the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp 
wrinkled dollar bill and held it out to Fran.
 
"My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for 
him."  Carla looked around to make sure all her 
friends were listening.  "I really don't know why he 
would want to fuck a little tramp like you.  Much less 
get involved in god only knows whatever perverted 
little games you play with your brother." Fran felt 
like her whole body was on fire with humiliation.  Her 
hands were shaking so hard she could hardly get the 
tickets counted out and torn apart.  "Did you fuck 
your brother this morning, slut?"  Carla sneered as 
she took the tickets from Fran's trembling fingers.  
Just then Vickie came charging through the gathering 
crowd.
 
"You leave her alone you stupid little bitch." Vickie 
hissed at Carla as she pushed her away from Fran.  
"You're just jealous because you couldn't get Fran's 
brother, or your own, to fuck you if you paid them."  
The girl pushed Vickie back.
 
"Well at least I'm not a dike running around trying to 
fuck another girl." The focus having shifted away from 
Fran, she walked over, sat on the bleachers, and 
ignoring the hair pulling catfight starting between 
Vickie and Carla, began to sob.  

Vickie tackled Carla and the two of them rolled around 
the floor ripping their cloths and pulling each 
other's hair.  The smaller but scrappier Vickie soon 
had Carla penned to the floor.  Fran was distracted 
from her sobbing and started laughing at the sight of 
Carla kicking her legs trying to dislodge Vickie who 
was sitting on Carla's stomach pinching her nipples 
through her torn blouse.
 
"Get off me you fucking lesbian bitch" Carla shrieked 
just as Ms Marshall arrived to break up the fight.  
After sending Vickie over to the bleachers to 
'comfort' Fran Ms Marshall jerked Carla to her feet 
with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary.
 
"I don't ever want to hear talking like that in my 
class again."  Ms Marshall yelled her face only inches 
from Carla's.  "If you ever talk like that again 
you're going to be sent to the Vice Principals office 
for detention."  Ms Marshall winked at Fran and Vickie 
as she turned to gather the rest of the girls into 
volleyball teams.  Carla's friends gathered around her 
as she attempted to cover her breasts with the torn 
remnants of her blouse.  As they walked towards the 
gathering class the group paused in front of Fran and 
Vickie.
 
"'Big dyke' isn't always going to be around to protect 
you slut so just watch yourself."  Carla hissed 
glaring at Vickie.
 
"I hope not, next time I'm going to ride you until I 
cum."  As the group walked off Vickie slipped her hand 
down the front of her gym shorts and spoke quietly to 
Fran "Did you see the way that bitch was bucking under 
me when I twisted her nipples?"  Fran watched in 
amazement as her friend stroked herself under her gym 
shorts.
 
"Ah, Vickie" she reached out and put her hand on the 
other girls arm, "I don't think this is the proper 
place to be doing that."  Vickie paused in mid stroke 
and looked at her friend.
 
"For someone walking around with a bell hanging from 
her clitoris you sure are getting judgmental."  The 
comment's sting was tempered with a gin and a quick 
wink as Vickie resumed her stroking.  "I can't wait.  
Thinking about what's going to happen to you and 
riding that bitch while she bucked around on the floor 
has just made me too horny."  Her body tensed as she 
rocked back and forth, Fran could hear low moans 
coming from her throat, then Vickie relaxed and pulled 
her hand from her shorts.  She held her fingers under 
Fran's nose.  "Want to smell?"
 
Fran fained disgust even as she resisted the urge to 
lick her friend's fingers clean.  Her own swollen 
clitoris and nipples begged for attention. To Fran's 
dismay her new sexual slavery consisted more of being 
kept on the verge of orgasm than it did being fucked 
crazy like she had originally feared/hoped.  Without 
realizing it Fran had begun to flick her finger back 
and fourth on the bell string hanging down between her 
legs.  The gentle vibrations traveling up the string 
to her clitoris brought her closer and closer to her 
own orgasm.  Fran was just a flick away from cuming 
when Ms Marshall sat down beside her.  Fran almost 
screamed in frustration as she pulled her hand away 
from the string.
 
"Are you girls ok?" the Teacher asked them as she 
watched her volleyball-playing students.  Ms Marshall 
had not allowed Carla to change her blouse, and had 
assigned her to the volleyball court directly in front 
of where Ms Marshall was know sitting with Fran and 
Vickie.  Carla's face became a deeper shade of red 
every time she had to hit the ball, allowing her 
breasts to bounce into view through the torn blouse.  
Vickie leaned forward and looked past Fran at Ms 
Marshall.
 
"If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that 
bitch until she was tamed."  God, thought Fran, she's 
getting more outrageous every day.  Ms Marshall 
chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created 
by Vickie's words.
 
"Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?"  Ms Marshall 
gave Fran's knee a familiar squeeze as she stood up 
and walked back across the gym.    Vickie leaned over 
and whispered in Fran's ear.
 
"She's hot for you girl."  

Fran and Vickie stood up and under the malevolent 
glare of Carla and her friends walked out of the gym.  
The soft ding-a-lings from Fran's bells being masked 
by the sounds of a gym full of volleyball playing 
girls.  Being early for lunch Fran and Vickie staked 
out their favorite table under a large tree on the 
edge of the school's central courtyard.  Fran stayed 
at the table while Vickie went to the snack bar to get 
them some food.
 
Setting her cigar box and roll of raffle tickets down 
on the table Fran sat on the bench and slipping her 
right hand to her lap began to flick the bell string 
hopping to finally gain some relief from her 
unrelenting sexual need. Just as she approached the 
precipice and was about to dive headlong into orgasm 
two boys suddenly sat down one on each side of her.  
Each was holding a ten-dollar bill.  Fan reluctantly 
pulled her hand away from her bell sting and, as she 
began to count out raffle tickets, looked at each of 
the boys. She recognized them even without badges.  
They had both helped fuck her silly last Saturday.
 
As she counted out the tickets the boys each slipped a 
hand under the table and began to explore her wet open 
pussy.  Probing their fingers into her and gently 
pulling on the bell string.  With their other hands 
they bounced her 'tit bells' up and down.
 
"God, I don't know if I want to be the one to shave 
this cunt of yours, or to be the first one to fuck it 
after it's shaved."  The boy on her right said, more 
to the other boy than to Fran.  A tray slammed down on 
the table and all three of them looked up to see 
Vickie glaring at them as she sat sown on the other 
side of the table.
 
"Hey, take it easy, everyone will get a chance at 
her."  The other boy said to Vickie.  Fran blushed and 
a wave of humiliation washed over her.  Her cunt 
reacted by clamping down on the fingers that had been 
pushed inside her. The boys reluctantly removed their 
hands from Fran's crotch and, unable to stand Vickie's 
protective glare, retrieved their tickets and left.  
Fran, not sure if she really wanted to be 'saved' 
right know smiled weakly at her friend.
 
Fran picked up her sandwich then paused with it in mid 
air.  She looked across the table at her friend's 
mischievous grin.  Then smiled back at her as she 
spread her legs and felt Vickie's bare foot slide up 
the inside of her thighs to rest gently against Fran's 
achingly needy cunt.  Fran scooted forward on the 
bench and spread her legs as far as she could as the 
ball of Vickie's foot maneuvered in small circles 
around her swollen tender clitoris.  Fran's clitoris 
nestled comfortably in the cavity formed between 
Vickie's big two, her second two and the ball of her 
foot where it was protected from being over 
stimulated.
 
Fran and Vickie ate their food, grinning at each other 
across the table. Vickie's right hand disappeared 
below the table as she lifted her skirt and stroked 
her clitoris in time with her foot's circular massage 
of Fran's pussy.  They were alone in the almost 
deserted courtyard, Vickie put her sandwich down and 
slipped her other hand up inside her blouse to pinch 
and stroke her hard nipples.
 
Fran put her sandwich down and held onto the edge of 
the table.  As her excitement built Fran's breathing 
quickened, causing her 'tit bells' to ring and the 
bell attached to her clitoris ding-a-linged in time 
with the massaging foot.  Fran leaned her head back 
and a low moan could be heard coming from her throat.
 
"HhhhoooooGoooooooood" Fran moaned as she rocked 
gently back and forth pushing her self harder onto her 
friends massaging foot.  Every muscle in Fran's body 
tightened, her body jerked repeatedly driving her cunt 
against Vickie's toes.  Fran brought her right hand to 
her mouth and bit down on her knuckles trying to 
suppress the orgasmic scream she felt growing deep 
inside her chest.  With her other hand Vickie pushed 
down hard on the pit of her stomach as her entire body 
jerked twice more, then collapsed onto the table her 
face just inches above the remains of her sandwich her 
mouth open and panting.  She reached under the table 
and pushed her friend's foot away. 
 
"Stop, please stop." Was all she could say until her 
breathing returned to normal, then she smiled at her 
best friend sitting across from her, "Thank you " she 
whispered.  Vickie reached over and took Fran's hand. 
 
"Anytime." She whispered back, her own breathing not 
quite back to normal yet.
 
"Why, isn't that just sooooooo sweeeeet."  Carla's 
voice dripped sarcasm as she sat down next to Vickie, 
her friends gathering around.  "You owe me a blouse 
you fucking little slut."  Three of Carla's friends, 
who had moved around to Fran's side of the table, 
grabbed Fran while the rest of the girls pounced on 
Vickie.  With hands over Fan and Vickie's mouths, and 
ignoring their kicking and twisting the six girls 
looked around, then quickly carried their two victims 
behind the gym and out into the middle of the football 
field.  Even before they reached their destination 
Carla was tearing at Vickie's blouse.
 
"You owe me a blouse, and I'm going to collect it.  
With interest."  Fran lost sight of what they were 
doing to Vickie and tried unsuccessfully to fight off 
the three girls who were ripping at her cloths.  A 
piece of her torn blouse was stuffed into her mouth 
and held there while the girls yanked the elastic 
bands holding her bell off her nipples and clitoris 
then laughed at her muffled screams.  They elicited 
more muffled screams to laugh at by taking turns 
pinching Fran's tender swollen nipples.
 
Fran, to her credit, got in several good kicks and 
several of the attackers were limping as they ran off 
leaving the two naked girls laying in the middle of 
the field.  Vickie rolling over onto her hands and 
knees and crawling over to Fran put her arms 
protectively around her friend's naked shoulders.  
Vickie, gently rocking Fran in her arms looked around 
the field to see where they might take refuge.
 
"Dave's going to be so mad at me."  Vickie whispered 
seemingly unaware that she was talking out loud.
 
"Why would he be mad at you?"  Fran asked through her 
sniffles. 
 
"He told me to look after you and protect you, and it 
looks like I've failed miserably.  I was so involved 
in playing with your sweet pussy that I didn't see 
those bitches coming."  Vickie helped Fran to her feet 
and with her arms still around Fran's shoulders 
started walking her towards the nearest door to the 
gym.  "and I didn't even have permission to play with 
you." 
 
"Is that why you defended me in the gym? Because my 
brother told you to?" Fran came to a stop as she asked 
the question seemingly unconcerned about the 
possibility of being caught outdoors naked.
 
"No." Vickie answered franticly looking around and 
trying to get her friend moving again.  "He told me to 
protect you because he knew I would do it anyway."  
She pulled at Fran and got her moving towards the gym 
door again. 
 
"OH God." Fran stopped again resisting Vickie's 
frantic efforts to get her moving.  "Dave's going to 
be pissed. I lost my bells and the raffle money." 
 
"God, don't worry about that now." Vickie pulled at 
her arm. "Let's get inside before someone sees us."  
Pulling hard Vickie managed to get Fran moving again.  
Just as the two naked girls reached the gym door it 
burst open.  Fran and Vickie were engulfed in a stream 
of football uniformed jocks and swept by their 
momentum back out onto the football field.  Amid yells 
of  "Hay look what we got here." And "Let's have a fun 
practice for a change. "
 
After a hasty whispered conference among the team 
members the surrounded girls were ushered to the far 
end of the field and behind the grounds keeper's 
equipment shed.  There was a lot of touching and 
probing during the walk, and after they reached the 
comparative privacy behind the shed, the boy's closed 
in around the naked girls reaching out with their 
hands and touching whatever bare skin they could 
reach.
 
Fran, to her own surprise felt no fear at all.  She 
recognized over half the team members as having been 
present for the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck' as her 
brother had called it, last Saturday.  It quickly 
became obvious that the boys were waiting for 
something and the naked girls were not going to be 
attacked, at least not immediately.  Fran relaxed and 
enjoyed the hands touching her bare skin.
 
A hush fell over the crowed, and the boys parted like 
the Red Sea is said to have done for Moses.  Dave 
walked up to the two girls and looked at them for a 
moment.  Vickie stared at the ground unable to meet 
his gaze.  Fran noticed that he was carrying the cigar 
box full of money and raffle tickets. After giving 
Fran a quick protective hug and glaring at Vickie, 
Dave turned to the gathered boys and held the cigar 
box up like a treasure box. 
 
"It's ok." He pronounced. "The drawing will go on as 
planned."  Since virtually every one of them had 
purchased at least one ticket they greeted the 
announcement with a cheer.  Dave looked at the girls 
then back at the team.  "Well, it looks like I'm going 
to have to get some clothes for my sluts." Fran and 
Vickie both blushed clear down to their nipples.  

"Would you guys mind keeping them, ah, 'occupied' 
until I get back?"  The team answered with another 
cheer.  Dave started to walk off then turned back and 
spoke to the boys again. "Blowjobs only."  A groan 
replaced the cheer, but it was obvious that none of 
them would dare go against Dave's orders.  

"Oh," he continued, "would one of you gentleman kindly 
give the sluts a jersey to kneel on so they don't get 
grass stains on their knees."  Fran and Vickie 
received a shower of jerseys as every member of the 
team stripped his off and tossed it at them.
 
It's not so bad, Fran thought, I've already had most 
of these dicks in my mouth at least once before.  
Vickie had also had most of these dicks in her mouth 
at one time or another, just not one right after the 
other.  As the quarterback and tight end approached 
the two naked girls Fran and Vickie sank down onto 
their knees and prepared to welcome the first of many 
hard cocks into their warm moist mouths.
 
"Now we know what's for desert." Vickie whispered to 
Fran with a wink then turned her head back and 
engulfed the large hard cock waiting for her mouth. 
Fran sucked the quarterback's cock deep into her 
throat and ran her tongue over the shaft.  Without 
saying a word both girls had entered into a 
competition to see who could suck the most dicks 
before Dave returned with new clothes.
 
Fran kneaded the quarterbacks thighs and buttocks as 
she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth leaving 
streaks of lipstick along its shaft.  The team members 
were already near their peaks and it only took a few 
strokes for Fran to receive the team's first liquid 
offering.  Each hard cock stayed in her mouth for only 
one or two minutes before she drained its juice and 
moved on to the next one.
 
As Fran sucked her fifth or sixth cock she realized 
that it was sticking out of a pair of trousers and not 
a football uniform.  Twisting her head slightly and 
rolling he eyes up Fran saw the football coach 
standing above her with his hands on his hips and his 
cock buried in her throat.  Fran would have waved 'hi' 
to him if her hand hadn't been inside his trousers 
massaging his balls, after all she had not seen him 
since church last Sunday morning.  Every member of the 
team had left a deposit with either Fran or Vickie and 
they were lining up for seconds when Dave arrived with 
clothes for the girls.
 
"Come on boys, let's get some football practice in." 
The coach yelled, clapping his hands then blowing his 
whistle.  The team members reluctantly stuffed their 
cocks back inside their pants and headed out onto the 
field. 
 
"Help Fran get dressed." Dave instructed Vickie 
handing her a blouse and skirt.  Dave watched as 
Vickie helped Fran put on her two meager pieces of 
clothing, then he hugged his sister and sent her off 
to class.  Once she rounded the corner of the building 
and was out of sight Dave turned his attention to 
Fran's friend.  Vickie tried to stare back defiantly, 
but quickly wilted in the glare of his anger.
 
"You've failed at your assigned task, and disobeyed me 
by playing with Fran before I gave you permission."  
He paused to let it sink in that he knew about her 
little foot game under the table.  Then pulling two 
miniature c clamps from his pocket, Dave applied one 
to each of her nipples tightening each one until 
Vickie could barely keep from screaming.  Once the 
clamps were in place Dave gave her a skirt to ware.  
The skirt just barely covered her pubic patch, she 
would not be able to walk or sit down without exposing 
herself to everyone.  Last he handed her a small thin 
T-shirt to wear.  "Now go to class." Dave started to 
walk off then turned back to her. "Mr. Robertson will 
let you out of last period fifteen minutes early.  
When he does come directly to the student parking 
lot."
 
Only after she was alone did Vickie allow herself to 
cry.  He was right and she knew it.  She deserved 
whatever he decided to do to punish her.  Vickie 
stopped in the girl's restroom on her way to class.  
After peeing Vickie looked at herself in the mirror 
while she washed her hands.  The c clamps were clearly 
outlined by the thin fabric of the T-shirt.  I'm going 
to get that bitch she promised herself as she left the 
restroom.
 
By the time Vickie and Fran met back up in their last 
period History class, taught by the 'hunky' Mr. 
Robertson, Vickie's nipples throbbed.  It seemed that 
every boy in the school had been given permission to 
pull on the clamps as she walked past.
 
"Sixteen-fourteen" Fran beamed with pride as she sat 
down at her desk next to Vickie.  Vickie looked at her 
best friend with total confusion. 
 
"Sixteen-fourteen what?" she finally asked.
 
"I did sixteen you only did fourteen, I won."  It 
still took several seconds for Vickie to realize Fran 
was talking about the lunchtime football team suck 
off.  Her aching nipples had forced such mundane 
matters from her consciousness.
 
"Congratulations, I'm sure your brother will be real 
proud of you." Vickie answered with a bit more sarcasm 
than even she usually used.  Fran looked at her 
friend, her growing anger dissipated when she noticed 
the c clamps screwed tightly to her nipples.
 
"Is Dave making you wear those?"
 
"I told you he was going to be mad at me."  Mr. 
Robertson entered the classroom, and as he walked up 
the isle between the desks his hand 'accidentally' 
brushed across Vickie's throbbing right nipple causing 
her to bite her knuckle and rock back and forth in her 
seat to silence a scream of pain.  Fran and the rest 
of the class watched in fascination as Mr. Robertson, 
droning on about American history walked up the isle 
on one side of Vickie then back down the isle on the 
other side.
 
Each time Mr. Robertson passed Vickie he would 
'accidentally' bump her nipple on that side with his 
swinging hands.  Each time Vickie winced in pain Fran 
felt another gush of lubrication coat the inside walls 
of her cunt and leak out onto her already damp thighs.  
About half way through the class Fran felt a sudden 
wave of insane jealousy wash over her.  Every day for 
the last week Mr. Robertson had fucked her after 
school.  Every day Vickie had waited in the hallway to 
help her straighten her cloths and kiss her good bye 
before she walked out to her brother's car.
 
What if this time he wants to fuck Vickie, Fran 
thought in her jealous rage. What if this time it's me 
waiting in the hall to help Vickie straighten her 
cloths?  In her jealous fantasy Fran failed to notice 
her own hand slipping under her short skirt.  She 
almost thought the finger flicking gently back and 
forth over the tip of the clitoris belonged to some 
one else.  Fran was pulled out of her fantasy when Mr. 
Roberts grabbed her arm and pulled her hand out from 
between her legs.  She intertwined her fingers and 
held her hands together on top of her desk like a 
little girl trying real hard to be good.
 
At fifteen till three Mr. Robertson executed a 
masterful double strike on Vickie's left nipple as he 
'accidentally' hit it turning to check the time them 
'accidentally' hit it again turning to dismiss her 
from the class. Vickie, folding her arms across her 
chest in an attempt to support her tender abused 
nipples, failed to notice that her short skirt had 
worked its way up around her waist.  It looked like a 
wide belt leaving her ass and crotch totally naked and 
exposed as she walked out of the classroom.  Fran was 
overjoyed, knowing that she would indeed get the 
fucking she was looking forward to.
 
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Roberts dismissed every one 
else, except Fran. Without waiting to be told Fran 
hiked her skirt up to her waist and sat on the edge of 
Mr. Roberts' desk spreading her legs and opening her 
hot wet cunt for him.  Mr. Roberts' huge cock had been 
hard for almost the entire hour and he wasted no time 
pulling it from his pants and plunging its entire 
length into Fran's gapping pussy with one hard stroke.
 
As the entire length of his rock hard cock sank into 
her Fran wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her 
heals into his buttocks pulling him deeper into her.  
She pulled her blouse over her head and grabbing one 
firm breast in each hand offered her hard nipples to 
Mr. Roberts' sucking mouth.  Fran's orgasm started the 
instant Mr. Roberts' cockhead touched her cunt and 
didn't stop until she found herself laying across his 
desk in an empty room with thick viscous cum oozing 
down her thighs.
 
Getting off the desk Fran straightened her blouse and 
skirt then slowly made her way through the deserted 
halls to the door leading out to the student parking 
lot.  She could feel her history teachers cum running 
down her legs as she rounded the corner of the school 
building and came to a halt.  Across the street the 
student parking lot was teaming with kids.  It seemed 
like the entire student body had gathered there, 
sitting on care hoods or leaning against the sides of 
the cars.
 
Then Fran noticed her brother's car slowly circling 
the lot.  Vickie was naked and tied to the hood her 
legs spread as far as possible in a kneeling position.  
Ropes ran from her ankles to the doorposts on each 
side.  More ropes ran from he knees to the front 
bumper.  Her wrists were tied behind her back and 
additional ropes ran from her wrists to the doorposts 
holding her leaning forward over the front of the car 
like a living hood ornament. Long robber bands with 
weights tied to them had been attached to the c clamps 
on her nipples.  Once the weights started bouncing the 
rubber bands would keep them in motion pulling on 
Vickie's tender engorged nipples. 
 
The student parking lot was in need of repair and was 
well known for its potholes.  Dave drove his car 
slowly around the lot being careful to hit every 
pothole, keeping Vickie's tit weights bouncing and 
dancing pulling on the nipples and breasts.  Vickie 
held her head up high, and while there were tears 
running down her cheeks she refused to cry out or 
scream with the pain.  After two additional circuits 
around the lot Dave stopped his car and, after getting 
out, stood in front of his new hood ornament.  With 
deliberate slowness he reached between her legs and 
pinched her clitoris. 
 
Vickie spasamed and jerked against the ropes as a wave 
of orgasmic pleasure mixed with her pain and flowed 
over her body.  The watching students applauded, Dave 
turned and acknowledged their applause with a bow.  
Fran, in a moment of clarity realized that her brother 
was an artist.  His medium was female orgasms and she 
and Vickie were the canvases on which he would prefect 
his art.
 
========================================== 
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Six
"The Prize"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Fran paced back and forth across her room waiting for 
the Saturday afternoon 'weekly Fran Fuck' to get 
started.  The 'clit and tit' bells her brother had 
recovered from Carla ding-a-linged with each step.  
She stopped in front of her full-length mirror and 
looked at her naked body.  Cupping her breasts Fran 
jiggled them making the bells attached to her nipples 
dance and ring. She ran her hands down over her firm 
stomach and gently pulled at tufts of her pubic hair.  
The crowd of boys outside, waiting for the drawing to 
see who would get to shave her, grew noisier.  As she 
watched her self in the mirror Fran slipped her hand 
lower and flicked her fingertip back and fourth over 
her large clitoris making her 'clit' bell dance and 
ring.
 
Fran continued stroking herself as she walked across 
the room and looked out the window.  The back yard was 
full of boys from school.  Vickie was on her knees, 
naked, holding a large bowl from which David was 
drawing raffle tickets.  Vickie glanced up at the 
window and grinned at Fran.  Her face and chest were 
flushed with excitement and her nipples, despite the 
previous day's torture, stood up hard and crinkled.
 
Fran dropped the curtain and reluctantly pulled her 
hand away from her clitoris.  Her brother's orders had 
been for her to keep herself excited, but he had 
specifically forbid her having an orgasm.  Fran laid 
on her bed and gently stroked her glistening cunt lips 
while she waited.
 
Dave had brought Fran and Vickie home Friday after 
Vickie's naked ride around the student parking lot and 
fucked each of them twice before their mother came 
home from her swing shift job.  Having gotten 
permission for Vickie to spend the night the two girls 
were sent to bed early, their cunts still dripping 
sperm.  Dave told them they could 'cuddle' but under 
no circumstance were they to fuck each other or have 
orgasms during the night. Fran and Vickie stretched 
the definition of 'cuddle' just as far as they dared, 
but still spent a sexually frustrating night in each 
other's arms. 
 
Fran was disappointed when she was not summoned to 
Dave's room early Saturday morning for what had become 
their customary early morning fuck and cuddle session.  
This was the first morning since her brother had taken 
her as his slave that he had not fucked her.  Fran had 
paced around the house like a cat in heat waiting for 
her mother to leave for work.
 
As soon as their mother's car had disappeared around 
the corner Dave and Vickie went to work like a well 
oiled machine setting everything up for the drawing.  
Fran was stripped, her 'clit and tit' bells were 
attached and, after she was fitted with a collar and 
leash, she was left in her room to wait until she was 
summoned.  She had watched out the window as Dave and 
Vickie pulled the picnic table into the middle of the 
yard and set up Dave's video camera to capture 'The 
sacrifice of Fran's Pubic Bush to the God of Teenage 
Lust' as he was titling today's activities.
 
After the table and camera were set up Dave supervised 
Fran and Vickie fingering each stopping them just 
short of orgasm.  When Dave was satisfied with his 
slave's state of sexual frustration he made a call on 
the phone saying only 'It's time' to the person before 
hanging up.  The back yard seemed to instantly fill 
with horny, noisy boys waiting for their chance to 
fuck.
 
Fran stood up when she heard Vickie coming up the 
stairs.  Vickie rushed into the bedroom and threw her 
arms around her friend.  They kissed then Vickie 
picked up the robe Dave had chosen for his sister to 
wear for her entrance.
 
"We are gong to get fucked silly out there." Vickie 
said with excitement as she draped the robe over 
Fran's shoulders.  "Dave wants you to hold it shut at 
the neck from the inside."  Vickie stepped back and 
checked the drape of the robe, which covered Fran from 
neck to ankle.  "When you get out to the end of the 
table Dave wants you to stand with the robe closed 
until he signals you.  Then you are to throw the robe 
off and hold the pose with your hands up over your 
head while he pans over your body with the camera.  
When he gives you the second signal, sit on the table 
then lay back and spread your legs."  Vickie was 
almost bouncing around her friend as she gave her the 
last minute instructions.
 
Vickie picked up the leash and led her best friend out 
to the waiting boys. Fran could feel her vaginal 
lubrication seeping from her hot cunt and oozing down 
her thighs.  Last week she had thought she was going 
to die from humiliation being chained to the oak tree 
and fucked by her brother's friends.  Now, one week 
later, she felt like her body was vibrating with 
excitement, her cunt was aching for a cock.
 
Fran walked with head held high trying her best to 
look like a queen going to her coronation.  She saw 
Dave put on a CD and 'Pomp and Circumstance' filled 
the back yard.  How absolutely appropriate Fran 
thought as she pause stepped her way from the back 
door to the redwood picnic table 'altar' where her 
pubic hair was to be removed.  The scarlet colored 
velvet robe swayed with each step, opening up just 
enough to give a lucky few glimpses of her soon to be 
shaved crotch.
 
Fran felt a power she had never felt before, she 
realized that in her submission she had the power to 
make every one of these boys cum.  She would make them 
cum over and over again.  Fran reached the end of the 
table and stood waiting, with her head held high, for 
Dave's signal.  At his signal Fran raised her arms and 
let the robe drop to her feet.  As she held that pose 
Fran licked her lips and stared directly into the lens 
of her brothers video camera.  Dave slowly panned his 
camera down his sister's naked body, pausing on her 
heaving breasts with their hard crinkled nipples from 
which bounced her two tiny brass 'tit' bells.
 
Fran noticed her brother's left hand slipping down to 
his own crotch as his right hand panned the camera 
down to her crotch.  Fran's face and chest were 
flushed, not with embarrassment or humiliation, but 
with excitement.  She looked around and noticed that 
many of the boys already had their cocks out of their 
pants and were gently stroking them as they watched.
 
"OK, now sit on the edge of the table and lay back, 
spreading your legs for the camera." Dave instructed 
his sister as he held the camera focused on her 
crotch.  Fran followed her brother's instructions with 
dramatic slowness. The boys selected to hold her arms 
and legs stepped forward to claim their prizes.  The 
ones assigned to her legs pulling them up and apart 
opening her cunt to the close view of her brother's 
camera.  Dave zoomed in for a super close up of her 
cunt, open and oozing lubricant the lips puffy and 
glistening in the afternoon sun.  The boy who won the 
honors of shaving Fran stepped forward and, without 
getting in front of the camera gently pulled her cunt 
lips apart allowing the camera to pear directly into 
her dark wet passage.
 
Dave widened his shot bringing Vickie, kneeling and 
holding a bowl below Fran's crotch, into the frame.  
One of the boys handed the second prizewinner a Wahl 
battery operated beard trimmer.  Switching on the 
trimmer the boy held the back part of it against 
Fran's large swollen clitoris, moving it in small 
circles, until deep moans were heard from their 
victim. Receiving nods of approval from the crowed he 
turned the trimmer over and slowly cut the first swath 
through Fran's abundant pubic growth, making sure the 
clipped hair fell into the waiting bowl.
 
Fran's moans turned into screams of delight as the 
vibrations from the clipper and the boys probing 
fingers brought on her first orgasm of the day. 
Kneeling, and holding the bowl, Vickie looked around 
at all of the hard cocks sticking out of flies right 
at her eye level, then licked her lips in 
anticipation.  The clipping done, Vickie ceremoniously 
covered the bowl containing Fran's pubic hair and 
retrieved a shaving mug, a safety razor, a bowl of 
warm water and a damp towel.
 
Recovering from her orgasm Fran was startled when she 
thought she saw her mother watching from one of the 
upstairs bedroom windows, but when she looked back she 
only saw a curtain that might have been swaying just a 
bit. 
 
Wanting to extend his time in the spot light, and his 
proximity to the most desired pussy in school, the 
second place winner made an elaborate production of 
whipping the shaving soap into a lather, and several 
times tested its consistency, before brushing it over 
the stubble left on Fran's just clipped crotch.  Then, 
picking up the razor and leaning so close he was 
almost fucking her with his nose the boy began shaving 
Fran's crotch in short gentle strokes.
 
Fran was startled and suppressed jumping only because 
of the closeness of the razor to her clitoris when she 
thought she saw not her mother but the football coach 
watching from the upstairs window.  But, again, the 
figure disappeared before she could be sure that she 
had really seen anything at all.
 
The shaving over and her, now smooth, crotch dried and 
powdered Fran sat on the edge of the table.  Leaning 
back on her elbows, with her legs held up and apart 
Fran displayed her self and allowed every boy present 
to come by and test the smoothness of the shave by 
running their hands over her thighs and crotch.  Fran 
leaned her head back and enjoyed the warm sun on her 
body and the gentle touch and admiring statements of 
the boys parading by. 
 
When it was time for her first 'post shave' fuck Fran 
was hot wet and ready. Fran was immensely turned on by 
a streak of exhibitionism that she had never before 
admitted existed.  She had to admit to herself that 
she loved being the center of attention with all these 
hard cocks just for her.  She was a bit put out 
knowing she had to share them with Vickie.  She was 
supposed to be the star.  This was, after all, 
supposed to be the 'Second Weekly Fran Fuck', not the 
'First Weekly Fran and Vickie Fuck'.
 
Fran laid back on the table and again positioned her 
cunt so it hung slightly over the edge, Vickie removed 
her 'clit bell' and stepped aside. Until this very 
moment Fran did not know who was going to be the first 
one to fuck her after the shave.  To her 
disappointment a blindfold was placed over Fran's 
eyes.  The crowd grew silent with anticipation.  Fran 
jumped slightly when strong confident hands stroked 
her thighs.  She felt a cockhead at the entrance to 
her cunt and pushed her self towards it eager for her 
first fuck of the day.  As the hard cock began to push 
into her wet cunt Fran realized that she was being 
fucked by a cock that was bigger around and longer 
than any she had ever felt before.
 
The crowd watched in awed silence and listened to 
Fran's moans as the huge hard cock slowly sank into 
her freshly shaved pussy.  A moment of fear, almost 
panic, spread through Fran.  She suppressed the urge 
to beg her brother to stop this monster from fucking 
her.  Her brother, who had quickly moved the camera, 
was busy keeping his close up shot of the cock 
slipping into her in focus.  Fran's panic subsided and 
she relaxed as best she could, listening to soft 
almost reverent choruses of 'Look at that monster slip 
into her'. 'Look at her cunt stretch' and 'it really 
is going to be sloppy seconds for the rest of us'.
 
Fran felt the first tickling of the man's pubic hair 
against her freshly shaved cunt and realized that she 
had done it, she had taken the monster cock without 
disappointing her brother or embarrassing him in front 
of his friends.  She only hoped that the blindfold 
would be removed and she would be allowed to meet the 
'man with the monster dick' as she was already 
thinking of him.  As the huge cock reached its maximum 
penetration and reversed course Fran felt like her 
insides were going to be sucked out with it.
 
"God what a dick." Fran shouted as it thrust back into 
her bringing a cheer from the audience.  Holding onto 
both edges of the table to keep from being pushed 
across it's rough surface by the force of the thrusts 
Fran lifted her legs and spread them even wider greedy 
for every fraction of an inch she could get in 
penetration.
 
"Oh God yes fuck me." Fran yelled as each slamming 
penetration of her freshly shaved cunt bounced her 
breasts and made her 'tit bells' ring.  As the monster 
cock continued fucking in and out of her wet cunt 
Fran's shouted 'fuck me's' turned into her 'trademark' 
orgasmic screams.  Her entire body jerked and spasmed 
in time with the cock fucking her.  Fran felt hot 
liquid raining down on her breasts and knew without 
looking that she was being showered with cum from 
dozens of hard cocks.
 
Just as the 'man with the monster dick' pulled his 
cock from Fran's stretched cunt and added his own 
contribution to the shower of cum spattering on her 
breasts the blindfold was pulled from Fran's eyes.  
There, still wearing his backward collar was the kind, 
gentle, meek Father Michael from St. Andrews.
 
"Just call me 'big daddy'." He suggested, with a 
licentious grin, as the last of his cum dripped onto 
Fran's stomach.
 
"Doesn't this break your vow of celibacy?" Fran asked 
without taking her eyes from his huge still hard cock.
 
"You're thinking of Catholics my dear," Father Michael 
said as he reached down and began to rub the cum 
pooled on her stomach down over her just fucked cunt, 
"we're Episcopalians."
 
"OK everybody," Dave shouted over the noise of the 
crowd, "we have one more piece of business to take 
care of before we can move on to our fuck fest." His 
announcement was met with moans of disappointment from 
the crowd of boys all sporting cocks that were still 
hard despite the cum shower they had just given Fran.
 
At Dave's signal four of the boys helped Fran from the 
table, and four others grabbed Vickie by the arms and 
legs and placed her on the table. Vickie squealed in 
delight thinking 'they don't have to hold me down to 
shave me, or to fuck me'.  Working quickly before 
Vickie had any idea what was happening Dave produced 
an awl and pierced each of her cunt lips.  Dave then 
pushed the shank of a small padlock through the holes 
and snapped it closed.  It was all over before 
Vickie's mind had time to register the pain.
 
"This," Dave said holding up a key, "may not be the 
key to Vickie's heart, but it is the key to her cunt." 
Dave turned and addressed Vickie "Anybody who has a 
key to this lock has the right to fuck you."  Dave 
turned back to the gathered crowd. "For today it will 
be blowjobs and anal sex only for Vickie, we have to 
give her knew adornment a chance to heal." 
 
"I'm first" 'Big Daddy' said as he pushed Vickie to 
her knees and pressed his still dripping cock to her 
lips.  Fran was picked up and her now hairless cunt 
was quickly lowered onto the waiting cock of a boy 
laying on the grass.  Another hard cock was 
immediately presented for her to suck. For the next 
several hours Fran and Vickie lost contact with each 
other. When they did catch glimpses of the other one, 
they were always servicing at least two hard cocks at 
a time.  From time to time, when Fran's mouth wasn't 
occupied sucking the life out of some perpetually 
horny teenage boy's cock, she would glimpse up at the 
second story windows.  Several times she was sure she 
had seen her mother, the football coach, or booth of 
them standing in the window watching the backyard 
orgy.  But is seemed that another cock was always 
being shoved into her mouth so Fran could never be 
really sure of what she saw.
 
As the party died down Fran was dispatched to the 
upstairs bathroom to bathe, and Vickie was sent along 
to help her.  Fran quickly checked all of the upstairs 
rooms but could find no evidence of her mother or the 
football coach.  Vickie ran a tub of hot water then, 
kneeling on the floor, washed the accumulated cum from 
Fran's body, and bodily orifices.  Vickie washed 
Fran's hairless cunt for twenty minutes before she was 
satisfied with its cleanliness.  Fran stepped out of 
the bath and, after Vickie dried her, sat on the 
closed toilet seat and examined the small padlock now 
holding her best friends cunt closed.
 
"You know," Fran said finally, "this is really kind of 
sexy looking." 
 
"Do you really think so?" Vickie asked, her desperate 
need for Fran's approval heartbreakingly apparent.  
Then Vickie grinned, "I wonder who is going to show up 
with the key first." She mused more like her old self 
again.  She leaned forward and spoke to Fran in a 
lower voice. "God who ever would have guessed Father 
Michael was hiding such a monster under his robes."  
The door opened and Dave entered carrying the scarlet 
colored velvet robe Fran had worn for her slow march 
to the 'altar' that afternoon. 
 
"Vickie, I spoke to your mom and got permission for 
you to spend another night with us." Dave spoke as he 
draped the robe over his sister's shoulders.  "I want 
you to go to Fran's room and wait there."  As Vickie 
left the room Dave stepped to the door and spoke to 
her down the hall. "And no playing with yourself in 
any way.  No fingers, no vibrators, no hair brushes, 
no coke bottles, nothing."  Dave stared after Vickie 
for a moment, enjoying the view of her ass walking 
away from him down the hall then turned back to his 
sister. "I don't want her to ware her self out before 
we get back to her this evening." He grinned and 
winked at Fran.  "Come on," he said walking toward the 
stairs, "we still have a busy night ahead." 
 
Dave led his scarlet robed, but other wise naked 
sister out the back door and to his car.  Once they 
were away from the house Dave pulled a small padlock 
key hanging from a red silk ribbon from his pocked and 
after draping it over Fran's neck slipped his hand 
inside her robe to explore her smooth shaven pussy.  
As Fran spread her legs to make her brother's 
exploration easier she picked up the key hanging 
around her neck and took a closer look at it.
 
"Is this.." she started to ask.
 
"Yes, the key to Vickie's cunt."  Dave answered Fran's 
unfinished question. "Consider her an early birthday 
gift." Dave gave his sister a quick grin as his finger 
slipped into her wet hairless cunt. "To do with as you 
please." After driving three blocks Dave pulled the 
car over to the side of the street and turned to Fran. 
"I'm going to have to blindfold you now."  Dave 
slipped the blindfold over Fran's eyes, his finger 
back into her pussy and the car back into traffic.
 
Fran quickly lost track of right and left turns and 
had no idea where they were when Dave finally parked 
the car and, helping her out of the passenger side 
door walked her up to the front porch of a house in 
the middle of the block.    Dave positioned Fran in 
front of the door, then took her robe and walked back 
to his car leaving Fran standing in the failing 
twilight in plain view of anyone who might drive by 
wearing nothing but a blindfold and the key to 
Vickie's cunt on a red silk ribbon around her neck.
 
Fran's nipples hardened in the cool night air.  She 
heard the door open and felt hands touching her arms 
encouraging her to step into the house. Trusting in 
her confidence that her brother would not put her in a 
position to get harmed Fran stepped into the welcoming 
arms of Ms. Marshall, her lover and their two best 
friends.
 
Fran's senses were overwhelmed by the deep piled 
carpet under her bare feet, the smell of incense and 
perfume, and the warm hands gently stroking over every 
part of her body.  Soft music played in the 
background.  Fran felt earplugs being pushed into her 
ears then taped in place.  Ms Marshall plugged the 
long wire from the earplugs into the stereo, the music 
safely covering their voices the four women began to 
talk.
 
"I told you she was a beautiful creature."  Ms 
Marshall said to her lover and the other woman.  Ms 
Marshall took Fran in her arms bringing her naked body 
in contact with Fran's.  With one hand holding the 
back of Fran's head and the other holding her butt Ms 
Marshall extended her knee between Fran's spread legs 
and gently moved Fran's cunt up and down her thigh 
while she probed Fran's mouth with her tongue.  Fran 
wrapped her arms around the woman kissing her and 
kissed back excited by the feel of warm hard nipples 
pressing into her own. Fran moved her hips in time 
with the woman's hand on her butt.
 
"Hey, don't 'Boggart' that girl, Helen."  Ms 
Marshall's lover joked after the kiss had gone on for 
several minutes without any sign of breaking before 
both women collapsed in mutual orgasm.  Ms. Marshall 
reluctantly broke off her kiss and, after tenderly 
pinching Fran's left nipple, passed Fran to her lover.
 
"Don't worry Wilma, there's plenty of Fran to go 
around." Ms Marshall said to her lover with a wink.  
Fran felt herself being turned slightly and leaned 
back.  Another tongue forced its way between her lips, 
while her shoulders were cradled my one strong arm.  
Another hand roamed over her breasts then down across 
her tight stomach to her hairless crotch where the 
forefinger circled then flicked back and forth over 
Fran's one half-inch long clitoris.    The tongue 
abandoned Fran's mouth and licked down her neck 
circling her left breast then spiraling up to the 
already hard nipple. Fran's loud moan caused smiles of 
approval to appear on the lips of the women who were 
watching.
 
"Mind if I cut in?" asked the woman on the other side 
of Wilma, tapping her on the shoulder.  Fran felt 
herself being passed to another woman.  This time Fran 
was pulled into a powerful hug.  Fran's head was 
tilted back and she was kissed by a woman considerably 
taller that her self.  Fran felt like she was being 
engulfed by a giantess with large pillow like breasts.  
The woman moved her entire body up and down Fran as 
she kissed her.
 
"Hey, its my turn." The fourth woman said playfully 
punching the taller woman who was still probing Fran's 
throat with her tongue and Fran's cunt with her finger 
on the shoulder.  As Fran was passed to the last woman 
she was turned around so the woman could press herself 
against Fran's back while she reached around and 
pinched both of Fran's nipples and sucked on Fran's 
neck.
 
"Debbie's the queen of hickies." The taller woman said 
speaking of the woman now pinching Fran's nipples.
 
"Quit teasing her, Betty." Ms Marshall said to the 
tall woman as she dropped to her knees in front of 
Fran and, putting Fran's legs over her shoulders, 
supported Fran's butt with both hands while she leaned 
forward and ran her tongue over the glistening folds 
of Fran's smooth cunt.  Ms. Marshall's lover silenced 
Fran's moans with a deep kiss while Betty knelt behind 
Ms Marshall and began to lick Fran's feet, sucking 
Fran's toes slowly in and out of her mouth.
 
Having never seen Fran cum the four women were 
surprised by the force with which her body jerked and 
almost dropped her before they managed to lower Fran's 
spasming body to the carpeted floor.  Betty rudely 
pushed the others aside and, straddling Fran's head 
slowly lowered her wet cunt onto Fran's open waiting 
mouth.  Fran stretched her tongue eager for her first 
taste of pussy.  As Betty's cunt sank over Fran's face 
Fran worked her tongue through the woman's folds of 
pussy flesh until she found her clitoris which Fran 
sucked into her mouth and flicked with her tongue, 
just as she liked having done to her own clitoris.
 
The woman riding Fran's mouth reached down and pinched 
Fran's nipples as she rocked her cunt up and down on 
Fran's head.  After Betty came, clutching Fran's 
breasts in her hands and grinding her cunt on Fran's 
face until Fran thought she would suffocate, she 
climbed off and Ms Marshall abandoned Fran's smooth 
pussy to mount Fran's now available mouth.  Ms 
Marshall' lover took over the position between Fran's 
legs. The four women continued licking Fran's cunt and 
pushing their own pussies in her face until Fran 
thought her tongue would cramp from all the licking 
she was being forced to do. 
 
"Doesn't it just send chills down your spine when she 
cums and screams while she's licking your cunt?" Ms 
Marshall asked the other three while she was taking 
her fourth turn on Fran's mouth.  Ms Marshall leaned 
her head back and moaned loudly while her cunt jerked 
back and forth across Fran's puffy sore lips.
 
"God that was good." Ms Marshall said as she climbed 
of the prostrated young girls face. "But unfortunately 
it's time to give her back to her brother." All four 
women helped Fran to her feet and supported her as 
they removed the earplugs.  Fran appreciated the 
strong hands holding her up while she walked with 
shaky legs through the house and out onto the front 
porch.
 
The cold air goose-pimpled Fran's skin as she waited 
naked and blindfolded for her brother to make his 
presence known.  Fran had no idea what time it was or 
how long she had been licking the cunts of these 
women.
 
"Did you enjoy all of those cunts?" Fran jumped only 
slightly at the sound of her brother's voice coming 
from so close to her.  Dave took Fran's arm and led 
her out to the street.  Fran felt the damp grass on 
her bare feet, as well as the cool breeze on her naked 
body.  Dave opened the door for Fran and helped her 
sit in the passenger side seat.  Fran realized that 
her brother had managed to get a convertible for their 
drive home.  The only person Fran knew with a 
convertible was the Football Coach.  As the car 
accelerated Fran could feel her hair being whipped by 
the wind.
 
Dave drove down quite streets at first, but then they 
turned onto a noisy boulevard and Fran could only 
guess that she was being taken down the 'main drag' 
naked at the height of the cruising hour.  Fran 
surprised herself by sitting up proud and tall instead 
of trying to hide.  She smiled, and her nipples got 
harder and her already dripping pussy got wetter every 
time she heard a boy making a comment about her.  
Especially when they called her a slut, to her own 
amazement she was going crazy with lust every time she 
heard that word.  Fran felt the distinctive bounce of 
the car being pulled into a parking lot and felt 
rising panic as voices gathered around the car. Dave 
got out of the car and slammed his door.
 
"OK boys," Dave yelled as he walked around the car, 
"one more late night fuck before I take the slut home 
and put her to bed."  Fran heard the door on her side 
open and felt Dave's strong hands pulling her from the 
car. "Once more into the breach..." he whispered in 
Fran's ear as he bent her over the car door and spread 
her legs.  Fran felt a warm body behind her and just 
vaguely made out the sound of a zipper before she felt 
the head of a large cock move twice up and down the 
folds of her cunt.  The boy behind Fran held his cock 
at the base and pushed it into her wet opening.  
Fran's moan was drowned out by the noise of the 
watching crowd.
 
Fran felt the car move as someone climbed into the 
front seat beside her head.  Seconds after hearing the 
second zipper Fran felt the head of a second cock 
being pushed against her lips, accompanied by a rough 
'take it all slut.'  Fran opened her mouth and 
welcomed the hard invader with her tongue.  'God' Fran 
thought 'is Dave trying to set a new twenty four hour 
fuck record, using my body'.  Fran sucked the cock 
into her mouth until her nose nestled in the boy's 
pubic hair.
 
'I jut hope they spell my name right in the record 
book.' she thought, the smile unnoticed on her cock 
stretched lips.
 
==========================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Six
"The Prize"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Fran paced back and forth across her room waiting for 
the Saturday afternoon 'weekly Fran Fuck' to get 
started.  The 'clit and tit' bells her brother had 
recovered from Carla ding-a-linged with each step.  
She stopped in front of her full-length mirror and 
looked at her naked body.  Cupping her breasts Fran 
jiggled them making the bells attached to her nipples 
dance and ring. She ran her hands down over her firm 
stomach and gently pulled at tufts of her pubic hair.  
The crowd of boys outside, waiting for the drawing to 
see who would get to shave her, grew noisier.  As she 
watched her self in the mirror Fran slipped her hand 
lower and flicked her fingertip back and fourth over 
her large clitoris making her 'clit' bell dance and 
ring.
 
Fran continued stroking herself as she walked across 
the room and looked out the window.  The back yard was 
full of boys from school.  Vickie was on her knees, 
naked, holding a large bowl from which David was 
drawing raffle tickets.  Vickie glanced up at the 
window and grinned at Fran.  Her face and chest were 
flushed with excitement and her nipples, despite the 
previous day's torture, stood up hard and crinkled.
 
Fran dropped the curtain and reluctantly pulled her 
hand away from her clitoris.  Her brother's orders had 
been for her to keep herself excited, but he had 
specifically forbid her having an orgasm.  Fran laid 
on her bed and gently stroked her glistening cunt lips 
while she waited.
 
Dave had brought Fran and Vickie home Friday after 
Vickie's naked ride around the student parking lot and 
fucked each of them twice before their mother came 
home from her swing shift job.  Having gotten 
permission for Vickie to spend the night the two girls 
were sent to bed early, their cunts still dripping 
sperm.  Dave told them they could 'cuddle' but under 
no circumstance were they to fuck each other or have 
orgasms during the night. Fran and Vickie stretched 
the definition of 'cuddle' just as far as they dared, 
but still spent a sexually frustrating night in each 
other's arms. 
 
Fran was disappointed when she was not summoned to 
Dave's room early Saturday morning for what had become 
their customary early morning fuck and cuddle session.  
This was the first morning since her brother had taken 
her as his slave that he had not fucked her.  Fran had 
paced around the house like a cat in heat waiting for 
her mother to leave for work.
 
As soon as their mother's car had disappeared around 
the corner Dave and Vickie went to work like a well 
oiled machine setting everything up for the drawing.  
Fran was stripped, her 'clit and tit' bells were 
attached and, after she was fitted with a collar and 
leash, she was left in her room to wait until she was 
summoned.  She had watched out the window as Dave and 
Vickie pulled the picnic table into the middle of the 
yard and set up Dave's video camera to capture 'The 
sacrifice of Fran's Pubic Bush to the God of Teenage 
Lust' as he was titling today's activities.
 
After the table and camera were set up Dave supervised 
Fran and Vickie fingering each stopping them just 
short of orgasm.  When Dave was satisfied with his 
slave's state of sexual frustration he made a call on 
the phone saying only 'It's time' to the person before 
hanging up.  The back yard seemed to instantly fill 
with horny, noisy boys waiting for their chance to 
fuck.
 
Fran stood up when she heard Vickie coming up the 
stairs.  Vickie rushed into the bedroom and threw her 
arms around her friend.  They kissed then Vickie 
picked up the robe Dave had chosen for his sister to 
wear for her entrance.
 
"We are gong to get fucked silly out there." Vickie 
said with excitement as she draped the robe over 
Fran's shoulders.  "Dave wants you to hold it shut at 
the neck from the inside."  Vickie stepped back and 
checked the drape of the robe, which covered Fran from 
neck to ankle.  "When you get out to the end of the 
table Dave wants you to stand with the robe closed 
until he signals you.  Then you are to throw the robe 
off and hold the pose with your hands up over your 
head while he pans over your body with the camera.  
When he gives you the second signal, sit on the table 
then lay back and spread your legs."  Vickie was 
almost bouncing around her friend as she gave her the 
last minute instructions.
 
Vickie picked up the leash and led her best friend out 
to the waiting boys. Fran could feel her vaginal 
lubrication seeping from her hot cunt and oozing down 
her thighs.  Last week she had thought she was going 
to die from humiliation being chained to the oak tree 
and fucked by her brother's friends.  Now, one week 
later, she felt like her body was vibrating with 
excitement, her cunt was aching for a cock.
 
Fran walked with head held high trying her best to 
look like a queen going to her coronation.  She saw 
Dave put on a CD and 'Pomp and Circumstance' filled 
the back yard.  How absolutely appropriate Fran 
thought as she pause stepped her way from the back 
door to the redwood picnic table 'altar' where her 
pubic hair was to be removed.  The scarlet colored 
velvet robe swayed with each step, opening up just 
enough to give a lucky few glimpses of her soon to be 
shaved crotch.
 
Fran felt a power she had never felt before, she 
realized that in her submission she had the power to 
make every one of these boys cum.  She would make them 
cum over and over again.  Fran reached the end of the 
table and stood waiting, with her head held high, for 
Dave's signal.  At his signal Fran raised her arms and 
let the robe drop to her feet.  As she held that pose 
Fran licked her lips and stared directly into the lens 
of her brothers video camera.  Dave slowly panned his 
camera down his sister's naked body, pausing on her 
heaving breasts with their hard crinkled nipples from 
which bounced her two tiny brass 'tit' bells.
 
Fran noticed her brother's left hand slipping down to 
his own crotch as his right hand panned the camera 
down to her crotch.  Fran's face and chest were 
flushed, not with embarrassment or humiliation, but 
with excitement.  She looked around and noticed that 
many of the boys already had their cocks out of their 
pants and were gently stroking them as they watched.
 
"OK, now sit on the edge of the table and lay back, 
spreading your legs for the camera." Dave instructed 
his sister as he held the camera focused on her 
crotch.  Fran followed her brother's instructions with 
dramatic slowness. The boys selected to hold her arms 
and legs stepped forward to claim their prizes.  The 
ones assigned to her legs pulling them up and apart 
opening her cunt to the close view of her brother's 
camera.  Dave zoomed in for a super close up of her 
cunt, open and oozing lubricant the lips puffy and 
glistening in the afternoon sun.  The boy who won the 
honors of shaving Fran stepped forward and, without 
getting in front of the camera gently pulled her cunt 
lips apart allowing the camera to pear directly into 
her dark wet passage.
 
Dave widened his shot bringing Vickie, kneeling and 
holding a bowl below Fran's crotch, into the frame.  
One of the boys handed the second prizewinner a Wahl 
battery operated beard trimmer.  Switching on the 
trimmer the boy held the back part of it against 
Fran's large swollen clitoris, moving it in small 
circles, until deep moans were heard from their 
victim. Receiving nods of approval from the crowed he 
turned the trimmer over and slowly cut the first swath 
through Fran's abundant pubic growth, making sure the 
clipped hair fell into the waiting bowl.
 
Fran's moans turned into screams of delight as the 
vibrations from the clipper and the boys probing 
fingers brought on her first orgasm of the day. 
Kneeling, and holding the bowl, Vickie looked around 
at all of the hard cocks sticking out of flies right 
at her eye level, then licked her lips in 
anticipation.  The clipping done, Vickie ceremoniously 
covered the bowl containing Fran's pubic hair and 
retrieved a shaving mug, a safety razor, a bowl of 
warm water and a damp towel.
 
Recovering from her orgasm Fran was startled when she 
thought she saw her mother watching from one of the 
upstairs bedroom windows, but when she looked back she 
only saw a curtain that might have been swaying just a 
bit. 
 
Wanting to extend his time in the spot light, and his 
proximity to the most desired pussy in school, the 
second place winner made an elaborate production of 
whipping the shaving soap into a lather, and several 
times tested its consistency, before brushing it over 
the stubble left on Fran's just clipped crotch.  Then, 
picking up the razor and leaning so close he was 
almost fucking her with his nose the boy began shaving 
Fran's crotch in short gentle strokes.
 
Fran was startled and suppressed jumping only because 
of the closeness of the razor to her clitoris when she 
thought she saw not her mother but the football coach 
watching from the upstairs window.  But, again, the 
figure disappeared before she could be sure that she 
had really seen anything at all.
 
The shaving over and her, now smooth, crotch dried and 
powdered Fran sat on the edge of the table.  Leaning 
back on her elbows, with her legs held up and apart 
Fran displayed her self and allowed every boy present 
to come by and test the smoothness of the shave by 
running their hands over her thighs and crotch.  Fran 
leaned her head back and enjoyed the warm sun on her 
body and the gentle touch and admiring statements of 
the boys parading by. 
 
When it was time for her first 'post shave' fuck Fran 
was hot wet and ready. Fran was immensely turned on by 
a streak of exhibitionism that she had never before 
admitted existed.  She had to admit to herself that 
she loved being the center of attention with all these 
hard cocks just for her.  She was a bit put out 
knowing she had to share them with Vickie.  She was 
supposed to be the star.  This was, after all, 
supposed to be the 'Second Weekly Fran Fuck', not the 
'First Weekly Fran and Vickie Fuck'.
 
Fran laid back on the table and again positioned her 
cunt so it hung slightly over the edge, Vickie removed 
her 'clit bell' and stepped aside. Until this very 
moment Fran did not know who was going to be the first 
one to fuck her after the shave.  To her 
disappointment a blindfold was placed over Fran's 
eyes.  The crowd grew silent with anticipation.  Fran 
jumped slightly when strong confident hands stroked 
her thighs.  She felt a cockhead at the entrance to 
her cunt and pushed her self towards it eager for her 
first fuck of the day.  As the hard cock began to push 
into her wet cunt Fran realized that she was being 
fucked by a cock that was bigger around and longer 
than any she had ever felt before.
 
The crowd watched in awed silence and listened to 
Fran's moans as the huge hard cock slowly sank into 
her freshly shaved pussy.  A moment of fear, almost 
panic, spread through Fran.  She suppressed the urge 
to beg her brother to stop this monster from fucking 
her.  Her brother, who had quickly moved the camera, 
was busy keeping his close up shot of the cock 
slipping into her in focus.  Fran's panic subsided and 
she relaxed as best she could, listening to soft 
almost reverent choruses of 'Look at that monster slip 
into her'. 'Look at her cunt stretch' and 'it really 
is going to be sloppy seconds for the rest of us'.
 
Fran felt the first tickling of the man's pubic hair 
against her freshly shaved cunt and realized that she 
had done it, she had taken the monster cock without 
disappointing her brother or embarrassing him in front 
of his friends.  She only hoped that the blindfold 
would be removed and she would be allowed to meet the 
'man with the monster dick' as she was already 
thinking of him.  As the huge cock reached its maximum 
penetration and reversed course Fran felt like her 
insides were going to be sucked out with it.
 
"God what a dick." Fran shouted as it thrust back into 
her bringing a cheer from the audience.  Holding onto 
both edges of the table to keep from being pushed 
across it's rough surface by the force of the thrusts 
Fran lifted her legs and spread them even wider greedy 
for every fraction of an inch she could get in 
penetration.
 
"Oh God yes fuck me." Fran yelled as each slamming 
penetration of her freshly shaved cunt bounced her 
breasts and made her 'tit bells' ring.  As the monster 
cock continued fucking in and out of her wet cunt 
Fran's shouted 'fuck me's' turned into her 'trademark' 
orgasmic screams.  Her entire body jerked and spasmed 
in time with the cock fucking her.  Fran felt hot 
liquid raining down on her breasts and knew without 
looking that she was being showered with cum from 
dozens of hard cocks.
 
Just as the 'man with the monster dick' pulled his 
cock from Fran's stretched cunt and added his own 
contribution to the shower of cum spattering on her 
breasts the blindfold was pulled from Fran's eyes.  
There, still wearing his backward collar was the kind, 
gentle, meek Father Michael from St. Andrews.
 
"Just call me 'big daddy'." He suggested, with a 
licentious grin, as the last of his cum dripped onto 
Fran's stomach.
 
"Doesn't this break your vow of celibacy?" Fran asked 
without taking her eyes from his huge still hard cock.
 
"You're thinking of Catholics my dear," Father Michael 
said as he reached down and began to rub the cum 
pooled on her stomach down over her just fucked cunt, 
"we're Episcopalians."
 
"OK everybody," Dave shouted over the noise of the 
crowd, "we have one more piece of business to take 
care of before we can move on to our fuck fest." His 
announcement was met with moans of disappointment from 
the crowd of boys all sporting cocks that were still 
hard despite the cum shower they had just given Fran.
 
At Dave's signal four of the boys helped Fran from the 
table, and four others grabbed Vickie by the arms and 
legs and placed her on the table. Vickie squealed in 
delight thinking 'they don't have to hold me down to 
shave me, or to fuck me'.  Working quickly before 
Vickie had any idea what was happening Dave produced 
an awl and pierced each of her cunt lips.  Dave then 
pushed the shank of a small padlock through the holes 
and snapped it closed.  It was all over before 
Vickie's mind had time to register the pain.
 
"This," Dave said holding up a key, "may not be the 
key to Vickie's heart, but it is the key to her cunt." 
Dave turned and addressed Vickie "Anybody who has a 
key to this lock has the right to fuck you."  Dave 
turned back to the gathered crowd. "For today it will 
be blowjobs and anal sex only for Vickie, we have to 
give her knew adornment a chance to heal." 
 
"I'm first" 'Big Daddy' said as he pushed Vickie to 
her knees and pressed his still dripping cock to her 
lips.  Fran was picked up and her now hairless cunt 
was quickly lowered onto the waiting cock of a boy 
laying on the grass.  Another hard cock was 
immediately presented for her to suck. For the next 
several hours Fran and Vickie lost contact with each 
other. When they did catch glimpses of the other one, 
they were always servicing at least two hard cocks at 
a time.  From time to time, when Fran's mouth wasn't 
occupied sucking the life out of some perpetually 
horny teenage boy's cock, she would glimpse up at the 
second story windows.  Several times she was sure she 
had seen her mother, the football coach, or booth of 
them standing in the window watching the backyard 
orgy.  But is seemed that another cock was always 
being shoved into her mouth so Fran could never be 
really sure of what she saw.
 
As the party died down Fran was dispatched to the 
upstairs bathroom to bathe, and Vickie was sent along 
to help her.  Fran quickly checked all of the upstairs 
rooms but could find no evidence of her mother or the 
football coach.  Vickie ran a tub of hot water then, 
kneeling on the floor, washed the accumulated cum from 
Fran's body, and bodily orifices.  Vickie washed 
Fran's hairless cunt for twenty minutes before she was 
satisfied with its cleanliness.  Fran stepped out of 
the bath and, after Vickie dried her, sat on the 
closed toilet seat and examined the small padlock now 
holding her best friends cunt closed.
 
"You know," Fran said finally, "this is really kind of 
sexy looking." 
 
"Do you really think so?" Vickie asked, her desperate 
need for Fran's approval heartbreakingly apparent.  
Then Vickie grinned, "I wonder who is going to show up 
with the key first." She mused more like her old self 
again.  She leaned forward and spoke to Fran in a 
lower voice. "God who ever would have guessed Father 
Michael was hiding such a monster under his robes."  
The door opened and Dave entered carrying the scarlet 
colored velvet robe Fran had worn for her slow march 
to the 'altar' that afternoon. 
 
"Vickie, I spoke to your mom and got permission for 
you to spend another night with us." Dave spoke as he 
draped the robe over his sister's shoulders.  "I want 
you to go to Fran's room and wait there."  As Vickie 
left the room Dave stepped to the door and spoke to 
her down the hall. "And no playing with yourself in 
any way.  No fingers, no vibrators, no hair brushes, 
no coke bottles, nothing."  Dave stared after Vickie 
for a moment, enjoying the view of her ass walking 
away from him down the hall then turned back to his 
sister. "I don't want her to ware her self out before 
we get back to her this evening." He grinned and 
winked at Fran.  "Come on," he said walking toward the 
stairs, "we still have a busy night ahead." 
 
Dave led his scarlet robed, but other wise naked 
sister out the back door and to his car.  Once they 
were away from the house Dave pulled a small padlock 
key hanging from a red silk ribbon from his pocked and 
after draping it over Fran's neck slipped his hand 
inside her robe to explore her smooth shaven pussy.  
As Fran spread her legs to make her brother's 
exploration easier she picked up the key hanging 
around her neck and took a closer look at it.
 
"Is this.." she started to ask.
 
"Yes, the key to Vickie's cunt."  Dave answered Fran's 
unfinished question. "Consider her an early birthday 
gift." Dave gave his sister a quick grin as his finger 
slipped into her wet hairless cunt. "To do with as you 
please." After driving three blocks Dave pulled the 
car over to the side of the street and turned to Fran. 
"I'm going to have to blindfold you now."  Dave 
slipped the blindfold over Fran's eyes, his finger 
back into her pussy and the car back into traffic.
 
Fran quickly lost track of right and left turns and 
had no idea where they were when Dave finally parked 
the car and, helping her out of the passenger side 
door walked her up to the front porch of a house in 
the middle of the block.    Dave positioned Fran in 
front of the door, then took her robe and walked back 
to his car leaving Fran standing in the failing 
twilight in plain view of anyone who might drive by 
wearing nothing but a blindfold and the key to 
Vickie's cunt on a red silk ribbon around her neck.
 
Fran's nipples hardened in the cool night air.  She 
heard the door open and felt hands touching her arms 
encouraging her to step into the house. Trusting in 
her confidence that her brother would not put her in a 
position to get harmed Fran stepped into the welcoming 
arms of Ms. Marshall, her lover and their two best 
friends.
 
Fran's senses were overwhelmed by the deep piled 
carpet under her bare feet, the smell of incense and 
perfume, and the warm hands gently stroking over every 
part of her body.  Soft music played in the 
background.  Fran felt earplugs being pushed into her 
ears then taped in place.  Ms Marshall plugged the 
long wire from the earplugs into the stereo, the music 
safely covering their voices the four women began to 
talk.
 
"I told you she was a beautiful creature."  Ms 
Marshall said to her lover and the other woman.  Ms 
Marshall took Fran in her arms bringing her naked body 
in contact with Fran's.  With one hand holding the 
back of Fran's head and the other holding her butt Ms 
Marshall extended her knee between Fran's spread legs 
and gently moved Fran's cunt up and down her thigh 
while she probed Fran's mouth with her tongue.  Fran 
wrapped her arms around the woman kissing her and 
kissed back excited by the feel of warm hard nipples 
pressing into her own. Fran moved her hips in time 
with the woman's hand on her butt.
 
"Hey, don't 'Boggart' that girl, Helen."  Ms 
Marshall's lover joked after the kiss had gone on for 
several minutes without any sign of breaking before 
both women collapsed in mutual orgasm.  Ms. Marshall 
reluctantly broke off her kiss and, after tenderly 
pinching Fran's left nipple, passed Fran to her lover.
 
"Don't worry Wilma, there's plenty of Fran to go 
around." Ms Marshall said to her lover with a wink.  
Fran felt herself being turned slightly and leaned 
back.  Another tongue forced its way between her lips, 
while her shoulders were cradled my one strong arm.  
Another hand roamed over her breasts then down across 
her tight stomach to her hairless crotch where the 
forefinger circled then flicked back and forth over 
Fran's one half-inch long clitoris.    The tongue 
abandoned Fran's mouth and licked down her neck 
circling her left breast then spiraling up to the 
already hard nipple. Fran's loud moan caused smiles of 
approval to appear on the lips of the women who were 
watching.
 
"Mind if I cut in?" asked the woman on the other side 
of Wilma, tapping her on the shoulder.  Fran felt 
herself being passed to another woman.  This time Fran 
was pulled into a powerful hug.  Fran's head was 
tilted back and she was kissed by a woman considerably 
taller that her self.  Fran felt like she was being 
engulfed by a giantess with large pillow like breasts.  
The woman moved her entire body up and down Fran as 
she kissed her.
 
"Hey, its my turn." The fourth woman said playfully 
punching the taller woman who was still probing Fran's 
throat with her tongue and Fran's cunt with her finger 
on the shoulder.  As Fran was passed to the last woman 
she was turned around so the woman could press herself 
against Fran's back while she reached around and 
pinched both of Fran's nipples and sucked on Fran's 
neck.
 
"Debbie's the queen of hickies." The taller woman said 
speaking of the woman now pinching Fran's nipples.
 
"Quit teasing her, Betty." Ms Marshall said to the 
tall woman as she dropped to her knees in front of 
Fran and, putting Fran's legs over her shoulders, 
supported Fran's butt with both hands while she leaned 
forward and ran her tongue over the glistening folds 
of Fran's smooth cunt.  Ms. Marshall's lover silenced 
Fran's moans with a deep kiss while Betty knelt behind 
Ms Marshall and began to lick Fran's feet, sucking 
Fran's toes slowly in and out of her mouth.
 
Having never seen Fran cum the four women were 
surprised by the force with which her body jerked and 
almost dropped her before they managed to lower Fran's 
spasming body to the carpeted floor.  Betty rudely 
pushed the others aside and, straddling Fran's head 
slowly lowered her wet cunt onto Fran's open waiting 
mouth.  Fran stretched her tongue eager for her first 
taste of pussy.  As Betty's cunt sank over Fran's face 
Fran worked her tongue through the woman's folds of 
pussy flesh until she found her clitoris which Fran 
sucked into her mouth and flicked with her tongue, 
just as she liked having done to her own clitoris.
 
The woman riding Fran's mouth reached down and pinched 
Fran's nipples as she rocked her cunt up and down on 
Fran's head.  After Betty came, clutching Fran's 
breasts in her hands and grinding her cunt on Fran's 
face until Fran thought she would suffocate, she 
climbed off and Ms Marshall abandoned Fran's smooth 
pussy to mount Fran's now available mouth.  Ms 
Marshall' lover took over the position between Fran's 
legs. The four women continued licking Fran's cunt and 
pushing their own pussies in her face until Fran 
thought her tongue would cramp from all the licking 
she was being forced to do. 
 
"Doesn't it just send chills down your spine when she 
cums and screams while she's licking your cunt?" Ms 
Marshall asked the other three while she was taking 
her fourth turn on Fran's mouth.  Ms Marshall leaned 
her head back and moaned loudly while her cunt jerked 
back and forth across Fran's puffy sore lips.
 
"God that was good." Ms Marshall said as she climbed 
of the prostrated young girls face. "But unfortunately 
it's time to give her back to her brother." All four 
women helped Fran to her feet and supported her as 
they removed the earplugs.  Fran appreciated the 
strong hands holding her up while she walked with 
shaky legs through the house and out onto the front 
porch.
 
The cold air goose-pimpled Fran's skin as she waited 
naked and blindfolded for her brother to make his 
presence known.  Fran had no idea what time it was or 
how long she had been licking the cunts of these 
women.
 
"Did you enjoy all of those cunts?" Fran jumped only 
slightly at the sound of her brother's voice coming 
from so close to her.  Dave took Fran's arm and led 
her out to the street.  Fran felt the damp grass on 
her bare feet, as well as the cool breeze on her naked 
body.  Dave opened the door for Fran and helped her 
sit in the passenger side seat.  Fran realized that 
her brother had managed to get a convertible for their 
drive home.  The only person Fran knew with a 
convertible was the Football Coach.  As the car 
accelerated Fran could feel her hair being whipped by 
the wind.
 
Dave drove down quite streets at first, but then they 
turned onto a noisy boulevard and Fran could only 
guess that she was being taken down the 'main drag' 
naked at the height of the cruising hour.  Fran 
surprised herself by sitting up proud and tall instead 
of trying to hide.  She smiled, and her nipples got 
harder and her already dripping pussy got wetter every 
time she heard a boy making a comment about her.  
Especially when they called her a slut, to her own 
amazement she was going crazy with lust every time she 
heard that word.  Fran felt the distinctive bounce of 
the car being pulled into a parking lot and felt 
rising panic as voices gathered around the car. Dave 
got out of the car and slammed his door.
 
"OK boys," Dave yelled as he walked around the car, 
"one more late night fuck before I take the slut home 
and put her to bed."  Fran heard the door on her side 
open and felt Dave's strong hands pulling her from the 
car. "Once more into the breach..." he whispered in 
Fran's ear as he bent her over the car door and spread 
her legs.  Fran felt a warm body behind her and just 
vaguely made out the sound of a zipper before she felt 
the head of a large cock move twice up and down the 
folds of her cunt.  The boy behind Fran held his cock 
at the base and pushed it into her wet opening.  
Fran's moan was drowned out by the noise of the 
watching crowd.
 
Fran felt the car move as someone climbed into the 
front seat beside her head.  Seconds after hearing the 
second zipper Fran felt the head of a second cock 
being pushed against her lips, accompanied by a rough 
'take it all slut.'  Fran opened her mouth and 
welcomed the hard invader with her tongue.  'God' Fran 
thought 'is Dave trying to set a new twenty four hour 
fuck record, using my body'.  Fran sucked the cock 
into her mouth until her nose nestled in the boy's 
pubic hair.
 
'I jut hope they spell my name right in the record 
book.' she thought, the smile unnoticed on her cock 
stretched lips.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Seven
"Fran's New Family"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Dave had continued driving up and down the main drag, 
pulling into parking lots where kids were gathered, 
and offering his sister for their pleasure until the 
early hours of Sunday morning.  Finally arriving home 
exhausted and still naked, cum drying on every part of 
her body.  Fran climbed the stairs to her bedroom.  
Before she could even smile at her own slave the 
buzzer under her pillow came to life summoning her to 
Dave's room.  As Fran left her bedroom she noticed 
that a fine gold chain ran from the padlock holding 
Vickie's cunt closed to the headboard where it was 
locked with a matching padlock.  Fran arrived in her 
brother's bedroom to find Dave naked and sporting a 
hard twitching cock.
 
"I couldn't wait any longer" he announced as he took 
Fran in his arms, "I've been too busy all day to 
fuck."  Dave sat on his desk chair and pulled Fran 
down on his hard cock with her legs straddling his.  
As his cock slipped into Fran's wet open cunt Dave 
sucked on her nipples tasting the cum drying on her 
breasts.  Fran held onto her brother's shoulders for 
balance and plunged her cunt up and down the length of 
his hard rod.  As her own excitement grew one more 
time Fran whipped her hair from side to side moaning 
loudly.  I'm not going to be silent, Fran decided, if 
Mom doesn't know what's going on by this time she's 
going to find out right now.  Dave cupped and squeezed 
his sisters butt cheeks pushing them together to 
increase the pressure on his cock.  Fran leaned her 
head back looking at the ceiling.
 
"Oh God Damn." She shrieked. "Nobody fucks like you."  
Dave clutched Fran around the waist and held his cock 
buried inside her cunt while his body jerked and he 
deposited more cum inside her already dripping pussy.  
Dave and Fran sat and held each other gently rocking 
back and forth enjoying a few moments of after fuck 
peace.
 
"I mean it." Fran said laying her head on Dave's 
shoulder nuzzling and gently kissing his neck. "Nobody 
fucks like you."
 
"It's just because I'm your brother." Dave responded 
in a self-effacing manner to her compliment. "Breaking 
the incest taboo gives us an extra thrill."
 
"No," Fran said squeezing his cock with her cunt 
muscles, "I think its because you have a huge cock.  
You literally touch me in places no one else can."  
Fran let her head rest on Dave's shoulder for a moment 
longer then sat up and gazed into his eyes. "Except 
for Mr. Roberts, he touches those places too." Fran 
paused for a moment faining deep thought. "And 'Big 
Daddy', you know Father Michael, he really touches 
those places." Fran looked at Dave struggling to keep 
a straight face. "And maybe the Coach, he seemed 
pretty big when he was in my mouth yesterday."
 
"Why don't you let your slave lick you clean." Dave 
suggested to Fran as he lifted her off his cock 
laughing at her list of the big cocked men in her 
life.  "I don't mind if you cum again tonight."  Fran 
smiled at her brother as she turned and left the room.  
Fran, walking back to her own room stopped to peak in 
on her mother who seemed to have slept through Fran's 
shrieked complement of her brother's fucking skills.
 
Fran, finding Vickie laying curled up on the foot of 
the bed asleep, laid down on the bed then gave her 
slave a nudge with her foot.  Vickie yawned and 
stretched then smiled at her mistress.
 
"I need a bath." Fran announced.
 
"Do you want me to run the water for you?" Vickie 
asked. 
 
"No, I want you to use your tongue.  Lick me clean.  
Start at my toes and don't stop until your get to my 
hair."  Vickie knelt on the floor beside the bed and 
began to lick Fran's toes and feet.  "I'm sure you'll 
recognize the taste."
 
Fran relaxed and enjoyed the tongue moving up her 
legs.  When Vickie was ready to concentrate on her 
cunt Fran patted her on the head. "Get it good and 
clean," Fran said spreading her legs, "Thirty or forty 
guys dumped cum in there over the last couple of 
hours." Fran smiled as she stroked Vickie's hair "The 
fresh runny stuff is Dave's."  After a thorough tongue 
bath the two young girls fell asleep in each other's 
arms.
 
Dave, Fran and Vickie all slept soundly for the four 
hours they had left until the alarm went off at seven 
o'clock am.  When Fran and Vickie hugged, kissed then 
sat up and stretched they could already her Fran's mom 
in the kitchen.
 
"Come on down here kids" Dave and Fran's mom yelled up 
at them. "I want to have a little family meeting 
before we go to church."  Fran unlocked Vickie from 
the bedpost, but kept the padlock on her cunt.  The 
two girls donned robes and slippers and headed 
downstairs drawn by curiosity about what Fran's mom 
had to say and by the smell of sausage cooking.  
Fran's mom met them at the kitchen door.
 
"Do you want me to go back up stairs?" Vickie asked 
Fran's mom, "I don't want to sit in on a family 
meeting if I'm not wanted."  Fran's mom looked at the 
young girl then reached out and gently stroked her 
cheek.
 
"I feel like you belong to this family already dear." 
Fran's mom told Vickie, "Why don't you just do 
whatever Fran suggests."  Vickie smiled at Fran's mom 
then sat down next to her best friend and mistress 
letting her robe fall open just enough to show the 
silver padlock between her legs. Dave came bounding 
down the stairs and gave his mother a hug then sat 
down on the other side of Fran.  Dave and Fran's mom 
hummed cheerily but tunelessly as she brought plates 
of sausage links and scrambled eggs to each of the 
children.  After placing a communal plate stacked high 
with toast in the middle of the table Dave and Fran's 
mom brought her own plate over and sat facing the 
three kids.
 
"You seem to be really cheerful this morning mom." 
Fran commented around a forkful of eggs headed for her 
mouth.  Fran's mom paused for a moment then smiled at 
her daughter.
 
"Why yes I am, thank you dear, and the cause of my 
happiness is the reason I want to talk to you kids."  
Their mom paused to smile at her kids, not forgetting 
to include Vickie in her radiated joy.  "All the time 
I was cooking I was trying to figure out the best way 
to share this news with you."  Their mom took a bite 
of toast.  "I know it sounds trite, but the only way 
to tell you is just to tell you."  She finished 
chewing and swallowed her bite.  Fran had stopped 
eating and stared at her mother imagining all kinds of 
dreadful news.  Fran's mom smiled at her daughter and 
reached over and patted her hand.  "Smile dear, it's 
happy news."  Fran smiled weakly at her mom.
 
"Bill and I, ah, Mr. Wilson and I have been talking 
about getting married for several months now..."
 
"The football coach?" Fran asked in shock remembering 
his cock sticking out of his pants and into her mouth.
 
"...Yes dear the football coach.  We have decided to 
go ahead with our plans..."
 
Fran was just barely aware that her mother was still 
talking.  'How' she thought 'can I tell her'.  Surely 
she doesn't want to marry a man that has fucked her 
daughter in the mouth.
 
"...He's such a masterful and dominant man..."
 
I can't let mom marry him without her knowing what 
he's like.
 
"...It's been so long since I've had a man like that 
in my life..." 
 
I've got to tell her.
 
"...Not since your father died have I met a man who 
made me feel so, well, so submissive..."
 
'What?' Fran thought, finally hearing what her mother 
was saying.  He makes her feel so submissive?
 
"...I'm sure you can understand that 'Sweet Stuff'."  
Fran's mother took Fran by the hand as she used her 
old baby nickname for her.  Fran looked into her 
mother's eyes and saw a familiar need.
 
"It run's in the family dear." Her mother continued. 
"Some of us just need a good dominant man in our lives 
to make us happy."  Fran's mom squeezed Fran's hand 
then released it so she could continue to eat.
 
"Your brother already knows about this."  Fran gave 
her brother a quick glance.  His smile looked almost 
sheepish for someone who was practicing dominance.
 
Suddenly Fran remembered the figures she kept seeing 
in the window during the 'Fran Fuck' the previous 
afternoon.  Fran's head, and her world, spun. When it 
stopped spinning Fran wondered if anything in her life 
was what it appeared to be.
 
"You and the coach watched...."
 
"Yes dear."
 
"You've known all along..."
 
"Yes dear."
 
"You...you and Dave..."
 
"No dear, not yet." Fran's mom smiled at her son.  "We 
feel that you need to get to know your new 'daddy' 
better, so we thought you should go home with him 
after church and spend the day with him."  Fran paused 
and swallowed a couple of times, remembering the feel 
of his hard cock in her mouth. 
 
"I..I wouldn't mind getting to know him better." She 
stammered, the wetness already growing between her 
legs.  Then Fran looked at Vickie with a worried look 
on her face.
 
"Hey, don't worry about me." Vickie said answering the 
unasked question. "I have a family reunion to go to.  
You're going to have to handle your 'daddy' all by 
yourself."  Vickie grinned at her friend "You're the 
luckiest little bitch I've ever met."  Fran blushed 
and looked down at her plate. 
 
"Now Vickie," Fran's mom reprimanded her gently, "you 
know I don't approve of such language."  Vickie looked 
down at her plate her face growing red with 
embarrassment.
 
"Well she is" Vickie insisted quietly.
 
"Yes I know honey," Fran's mom patted her hand, "but I 
still don't like that kind of language."  Fran 
finished eating her breakfast with a few anticipatory 
squirms in her chair as she thought about spending the 
afternoon with the coach.  Once the meal was done and 
the plates were rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher 
Fran and Vickie went up to Fran's bedroom. Fran found 
clothes already set out for her to wear on top of the 
neatly folded sweater and skirt was an electric razor 
and a note from Dave.  "For a quick touch up.  You 
don't want your new Daddy to find you with a five 
o'clock shadow."  When Fran picked up the razor and 
turned around she found Vickie kneeling in front of 
her.
 
"Will my mistress please tell this poor unworthy slave 
what to wear?" Vickie asked with total submission.
 
"You really get into this shit don't you?" Fran asked 
the kneeling girl. 
 
"Oh God yes!" Vickie answered with a slightly less 
slave like demeanor. Fran walked over to her kneeling 
slave and, placing a hand on each side of her slave's 
head pulled Vickie's mouth onto her cunt.
 
"Then lick my hot cunt bitch." She demanded.  Vickie 
eagerly dug her tongue into Fran's hairless slit.  
Fran rubbed her wet cunt all over Vickie's face, 
concentrating on her nose, then pushed her away.  
"That's what you will wear today, my smell all over 
your face, and don't you dare wash it off.  Now," Fran 
ordered handing Vickie the razor, "Shave me and be 
quick about it." This, Fran thought as she leaned back 
on the bed and spread her legs, I could get into.
 
Well, quick is a relative term, as soon as the 
vibrating head of the battery-operated razor neared 
Fran's large clitoris Fran grabbed Vickie's wrist and 
would not let go until after her second orgasm.  After 
the 'quick' shave Vickie dressed in a tight T-shirt 
that was cut off just below her breasts and a short 
skirt that just barely covered her thick pubic patch, 
then stood in front of her seated mistress with her 
legs spread and her hands held behind her back.  Fran 
lifted the skirt and stroked Vickie's wet pussy, 
jiggling and gently pulling on the small silver 
padlock hanging from her cunt lips.
 
"How does this feel?" Fran asked her submissive 
friend. 
 
"It hurt at first, and is still a little sore, but 
when I walk it pulls on my cunt lips and moves them 
back and forth across my clitoris." Vickie paused, "I 
cum about every ten steps." She finished with a 
giggle.  Fran lifted Vickie's T-shirt and sucked on 
one of her nipples.  God this is great, she thought, 
almost as much fun as being a slave.  Fran released 
Vickie's now hard nipple and let the T-shirt fall back 
into place. 
 
"If I remember right you have a couple of male cousins 
that will be at this reunion, don't you?" Fran asked 
as she stroked Vickie's clitoris. 
 
"Yes, Ricky and Tom." Vickie answered breathlessly.
 
"You don't like them do you?"
 
"No, they're snotty little brats."  Fran pulled her 
hand away from her slave's crotch and smiled at the 
disappointed moan.
 
"During your family reunion you must get each one 
alone, show him your locked cunt, let him play with it 
then suck him off." Fran loved Vickie's look of total 
disgust.
 
"Suck off those to little brats...OUCH" Vickie's 
protest was cut of with a hard squeeze of her left 
nipple by Fran.
 
"You will do as you are told." Fran hissed with mock 
anger. 
 
"Yes Mistress." Vickie answered with real contrition.
 
"Now, go home, I have to get ready to visit with my 
new daddy."  A thrill went through Fran when she said 
'daddy'.  Fran had always had just two masturbatory 
fantasies. One was fucking her brother, which had come 
true. The other one was being possessed and fucked by 
a mysterious and powerful 'daddy'.  Vickie leaned over 
and quickly kissed Fran on the mouth. 
 
"I love you." She shouted as she left the room and 
headed down the stairs. Let's see, Fran mused, six 
blocks with an orgasm every ten steps...Fran gave up 
trying to figure out how many times Vickie would cum 
on her way home. Instead she thought about the 
surprised and delighted looks Ricky and Tom would have 
when Vickie knelt in front of each one and 
submissively sucked them off.
 
Fran quickly dressed in the clothes her brother had 
picked out for her. They were clothes she had never 
seen before.  Fran put on the tight fitting gold 
sweater with the school name emblazoned across her 
chest and the short pleated white skirt.  Fran looked 
in the full-length mirror and just knew that her new 
daddy, the football coach, was going to be pleased 
with his new cheerleader.
 
Fran hurried down the stairs and came to a quick stop 
when she saw her mother.  Fran looked her mother up 
and down.  Fran's mother was wearing a shimmering gold 
colored blouse that draped and flowed like water over 
her breasts when she moved.  Her nipples could just 
barely be made out through the constantly moving 
material.  Her mid thigh length skirt of the same 
material was gathered at the waist and seemed to flow 
like a waterfall over her hips, and slide over her 
thighs with each step.  The effect was both elegant 
and erotic at the same time.
 
"Oh God your beautiful mom." Fran finally managed to 
say.  Fran's mom chuckled.
 
"I don't have to play the 'responsible single parent' 
any more.  Bill bought me these pretty clothes and I 
will wear them any where he wants me to." Fran's mom 
leaned closer to Fran and spoke to her 
conspiratorially "I'd go to church naked if that's 
what he wanted me to do."  Fran could feel a new bond 
growing between her and her mother.
 
As they walked out to the car Fran felt a flare up of 
jealousy, Dave was paying more attention to mom than 
to her.  The bulge in his pants obviously had more to 
do with their mom's barely visible hard nipples than 
with Fran's short skirt and tight sweater.  Fran 
pouted in the back seat as Dave gushed and practically 
drooled all over their mother as he drove them to 
church. Why don't you, Fran thought several times, 
fuck her and get it over with. 
 
The coach met them in the parking lot and hugged 
Fran's mom first then hugged Fran with a quick, very 
un-fatherly squeeze of her naked butt under her short 
skirt.  The new 'family' walked into the church 
building.  As Fran headed off to the third grade class 
to assist the teacher she saw her mom, with the 
coaches arm around her and his hand resting on her 
butt walking into Father Michael's study where the 
'Adult Singles' group met.  Knowing what she did about 
the coach and Father 'Big Daddy' Michael (and her 
mother for that matter) Fran pondered just what type 
of 'Sunday School' class was going on in there.
 
As Fran walked down the hallway toward the third grade 
room Dave pulled her into the same convenient alcove 
he had used the previous week to insure she still had 
the fishing weight hanging from her clitoris.  Fran 
stood submissively with her legs apart as Dave ran his 
hands over her hairless crotch and dipped his fingers 
into her wet cunt.  Then Dave produced a device from 
his coat pocket and after rubbing it on her pussy for 
lubrication had Fran turn around and bend over.
 
"This," he announced as the pushed it against her rear 
hole.  "is a butt plug.  It is designed so that it 
will stay in your asshole, neither slipping all the 
way in nor falling out until it is removed."  Fran 
moaned as she felt her ass stretch over the wide part 
of the plug.  As Fran's sphincter muscle relaxed 
around the narrow stem of the plug Dave continued, "I 
just wanted to give you a reminder of who owns."  Dave 
pulled Fran to a standing position then reached under 
her cheerleader skirt and checked the plug to insure 
its security.  Fran could feel Dave's hard cock 
bumping into her as he looked at his watch then 
glanced up and down the rapidly emptying hallway.
 
"Go into the women's bathroom and make sure it's empty 
then let me know." Fran walked across the hallway to 
the women's bathroom door, her walk taking on a slight 
'waddle' as she accommodated the butt plug planted 
firmly in her ass.  Fran opened the door then signaled 
Dave when she had determined it to be empty.  Dave 
joined Fran and, giggling, the two of them went into 
the same stall they had used the previous week.  The 
usual thrill of Dave's large cock pounding into Fran's 
cunt was heightened by his body pushing on her newly 
installed but plug with each thrust.
 
"Oh god yes." Fran whispered to her brother, "Fuck 
your nasty little slave." Then Fran bit her knuckle to 
keep from screaming as her orgasm swept over her body.
 
Fran's appearance in the Third Grad classroom, her 
hair mussed and her face flush with excitement, was 
met with open-mouthed stares from the boys in the 
class.  All of the boys, and some of the girls 
suddenly became very clumsy dropping pencils, papers 
and erasers which they had to bend under the table to 
retrieve.  Fran's exhibitionist streak kicked in and 
she spread her legs just enough to give them a glimpse 
of what they were working so hard to see. 
 
After Sunday school the family gathered back together 
and sat in the last pew of a small alcove off to the 
side of the main sanctuary.  It was a small pew with 
just enough room for Fran, Dave, their mother and the 
coach.  Fran was seated in between Dave and the coach, 
Fran's mother was sitting on the other side of Dave.
 
Every time they stood or knelt the coach would stroke 
Fran's naked butt cheeks under her pleated cheerleader 
skirt.  When they would sit the coach would gently 
stroke her inner thighs moving higher and higher as 
the service continued.  When they sat down after the 
last pre-sermon hymn the coach slipped his hand under 
Fran's short cheerleader's skirt and gently massaged 
her inner thigh.  Fran automatically spread her legs 
to allow him greater access to her body.
 
"Maybe next week you can do pulpit service." The coach 
whispered in her ear. 
 
"What? What is 'pulpit service'?" Fran whispered back.  
The coach slipped his hand higher up Fran's thigh 
until his little finger rested against her clitoris.
 
"Each Sunday one of the young lady's in the church is 
chosen to sneak into the bottom part of the pulpit." 
Fran bit her lip suppressing a moan as the coaches 
little finger moved back and forth over her sensitive 
clitoris. "Then while 'Big Daddy'," Fran jumped 
slightly hearing her future daddy use that term, "is 
giving his sermon she crawls up inside his robe and 
sucks him off."  Fran rocked her hips rubbing herself 
on her new daddy's hand while she imagined being in 
the pulpit sucking on 'Big Daddy's' monster cock while 
he preached.  Her new daddy leaned closer, "Big Daddy 
never stops preaching until he's cum twice."
 
Fran struggled to keep from moaning out her pleasure 
as her daddy slipped a finger into her hairless cunt, 
she wrapped her arms around his arm and clamped her 
thighs down on his hand and rocked like she was riding 
a hobbyhorse rubbing her dripping pussy against him.  
Fran looked down and saw her daddy's cock bulging in 
his pants and, stimulated by the sight, rocked even 
harder.
 
Fran's first wave of orgasm washed over her, she 
barely managed to cum without interrupting Father 
Michael's sermon with an ear splitting scream. Fran 
grinned and snuggled closer to her daddy as she 
listened to Father Michael's sermon on 'The Dangers of 
Sexual Sin'.  Her daddy's hand never left Fran's 
crotch during the longish sermon.  Once near the end 
he leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear.
 
"I hope you're a better cock sucker that this bitch 
is.  I'd hate to sit through another sermon this long 
next week."  Fran leaned over to his ear. 
 
"You already know I am Daddy." She whispered causing 
the bulge in his pants to twitch noticeably.  Fran's 
Daddy reached over and, slipping his other hand under 
her cheerleader sweater gently pinched her nipple.  As 
her nipple hardened Fran saw Father Michael pause 
momentarily in his sermon then, his body visibly 
relaxing, grin at the congregation.  "Looks like the 
sermons over she whispered to her daddy."
 
When the music started for the final hymn and Fran's 
new daddy pulled his hand out from under her skirt, 
Fran took his hand and pulled it up to her mouth.  
Staring directly into his eyes Fran licked her own 
cunt juice from her daddy's finger then smiled at him 
and snuggled under his protective arm as they shared 
the same hymnal.  Fran had not been too busy cumming 
to notice that Dave's hands had been all over their 
mother during the sermon. 
 
As Fran, with her Daddy's arm draped over her shoulder 
joined the other parishioners filing out the back door 
of the sanctuary she nudged Dave and pointed to the 
girl sneaking our from behind the pulpit.  Dave looked 
then grinned back at his sister.  The girl was one of 
Carla's erstwhile cohorts. 
 
"Fran here has volunteered to be your special 
assistant next week." The Coach announced to Father 
Michael as they shook hands at the back door. 
 
"Oh wonderful," Father Michael beamed at Fran, "It'll 
be just like old times." He said to her with a wink.  
"I'll plan a much shorter sermon." Fran blushed and 
almost wiggled with pleasure at the implied complement 
of her cock sucking skills.
 
"Well, come on Fran," the coach said taking her arm, 
"Say goodbye to your mother and brother for a while so 
we can go get some lunch and decide what to do with 
ourselves for the rest of the day."
 
"Yes Daddy." Fran said with a smile.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
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don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Eight
"A Day With Daddy"
by
Norm DePloom
 
Fran and Daddy
After church Fran walked to her Daddy's fully restored 
1968 Mustang convertible nestled comfortably in his 
strong arm, and watching with eager anticipation the 
bulge growing more prominent in his pants.  As the 
engine roared to life Fran straddled the gearshift to 
get closer to her new Daddy. With her legs spread, the 
Coach pulled his little cheerleader's pleated gold 
skirt up and rested his hand on her smooth cunt in 
between shifts.  Fran, turning her head to the right 
then left to let the wind blow through her hair, 
caught sight of her breasts in the rear view mirror 
and was astonished at how prominent her hard nipples 
were under the sweater.  They grew even harder as she 
watched them.  Leaning on her Daddy Fran hugged the 
arm that was resting in her crotch with her left arm 
and let her right hand slip down his front until it 
rested on the large bulge in his pants.
 
"What are we going to do today?" Fran asked as she 
gently rubbed her hand over the material that covered 
head of the Coach's hard cock, then slipped her hand 
between his legs and firmly squeezed his large 
testicles. 
 
"We," the coach answered working his finger into her 
hairless slit, "are going to the Promenade Room for 
lunch first."
 
"Oohh, thanks Daddy," Fran gushed as her hand moved 
back up to his throbbing cockhead, "I've never been 
there."  Fran, griping her Daddy's cock through his 
pants, couldn't understand why she had become such a 
ravenous slut all of the sudden.  "Oh my god." Fran 
shrieked as she took her hand away from the Coaches 
hard cock.
 
"Oh my god what?" He asked her still slipping his 
fingertip up and down her slick hairless slit.
 
"The butt plug." Fran shouted.
 
"The butt plug?" He asked.
 
"Dave put a butt plug inside me." Fran explained, "And 
it's resting on the center console of your car.  It 
feels like your entire car is vibrating inside me."  
Fran's Daddy slipped three fingers inside her with no 
resistance.  He could feel the vibrations of the car 
transferred through her ass to her cunt.  Fran leaned 
forward and grabbed the top of the windshield with 
both hands.  Spreading her legs as far as she could 
without interfering with the driving Fran began to 
rock her hips forward and backward fucking her cunt on 
her Daddy's fingers and pushing the butt plug harder 
onto the center console.  Fran fucked harder onto her 
Daddy's hand as her hips moved with quick jerks.  
Holding onto the windshield Fran leaned her head back 
and let her hair stream out behind her.
 
"Oh my Goooooooddddd." She screamed as her lower body 
spasmed so violently that the Coach almost drove off 
the road.  Good God, the Coach thought feeling Fran's 
pussy clamp down on his fingers, that's going to feel 
great on my cock.  Fran collapsed into the passenger 
seat her face flushed and her chest heaving with 
excitement.  The Coach let his hand rest on her inner 
thigh while he drove the last three blocks to the 
restaurant.  After parking the car the Coach looked 
over at Fran, sitting sprawled in the passenger seat, 
her legs spread, her pleated skirt hiked up to her 
waist and her wet hairless slit glistening in the sun.
 
"Come on, let's eat lunch." He said giving her thigh a 
possessive squeeze. The coach climbed out of the car 
and, walking around to the passenger side opened the 
door for Fran.  Fran almost spilled out of the car, 
stumbled to her feet then, after pulling her skirt 
down to cover her crotch and attempting to smooth the 
wrinkles out of it, leaned against her new Daddy and 
walked on still wobbly legs into the restaurant.
 
The Promenade Room was cool and dimly lit.  Each booth 
was walled and situated for maximum privacy.  It was a 
restaurant designed for sexual assignations and made 
no secret of it.  With his hand tightly around Fran's 
waist the Coach handed the maitre d' a tip and asked 
for a private booth for him and his daughter.  The 
maitre d' looked Fran up and down.  Fran reacted by 
sticking her chest out to show off her nipples, 
hardening in the cool air.  The maitre d' turned with 
a disdainful sniff and led them through the darkened 
restaurant.  As they walked to their table the Coach 
lifted Fran's short pleated skirt with his thumb and 
caressed her muscular butt, enjoying the ripple of her 
muscles with each step.
 
"Thank you Daddy." Fran said almost shyly after they 
were seated. "That was one of the best orgasms I have 
ever had."  Holding the menu with one hand the Coach 
reached down under the table and Fran, spreading her 
legs to accommodate his hand, leaned against his arm 
and sighed contentedly.  The waiter arrived and the 
Coach ordered their meals, complete with wine, without 
stopping his obvious fingering of his young companion 
beneath the tablecloth.  Fran could feel herself 
blushing with embarrassment from being fingered in 
front of this stranger.
 
The wine appeared almost instantly and the coach 
poured Fran and himself glasses.  Fran, having only 
had wine a couple of times before and still not sure 
if she really liked it or not, just sipped hers 
occasionally.  The Coach pulled his fingers out of 
Fran's hot cunt and concentrated his efforts on her 
large swollen clitoris.
 
"Later today I'm going to have to give this famous 
clitoris of yours a visual inspection."  Fran giggled 
at the way he talked.  "You know your mother has a 
large clitoris also."  Fran almost spewed her sip of 
wine across the white tablecloth to hear him mention 
her mother's clitoris so casually.  Then Fran's 
competitive streak kicked in and she wondered weather 
her mother's clitoris was larger than hers.
 
The Coach moved Fran so she was sitting almost facing 
away from him with one leg up on the seat stretched 
out away from him.  With Fran leaning back against him 
and his arm between Fran and the padded back of the 
booth, the Coach had easy access to her thighs, her 
pussy, her stomach and her breasts. Fran leaned her 
head back against her new Daddy and closed her eyes, 
enjoying the hand roaming over her naked skin.
 
Fran heard the rattle of dishes and looked up.  The 
waiter, totally ignoring the fact that her cheerleader 
sweater was pulled up exposing her breasts, and that 
her Daddy was busy kneading said exposed breasts, set 
their lunch out on the table then disappeared again.  
Fran's hand was busy inside the Coaches unzipped pants 
pulling out his hard cock.
 
For the next hour Fran and her Daddy busied themselves 
playing with each other's bodies and feeding each 
other fried shrimp, scallops, oysters and other items 
from their seafood platters.  Then the Coach gave Fran 
a gentle shove under the table.
 
"Time for your desert dear." Fran pulled the 
tablecloth back so she could see her Daddy's face as 
her wet mouth engulfed his hard cock.  While Fran's 
mouth worked up and down the Coach's hard shaft she 
heard the waiter return to their booth and refill 
their coffees without asking about the missing girl.  
Kneeling between her Daddy's legs under the table, 
Fran alternated between swirling her tongue over the 
velvety head of his large cock and working her mouth 
up and down the shaft.  As she worked his cock with 
her mouth Fran massaged his thighs and balls with her 
hands.
 
Fran felt his leg muscles tighten then felt her mouth 
being flooded with his cum.  Instead of swallowing her 
Daddy's thick white sperm Fran held it in her closed 
mouth while she climbed back up on the seat of the 
booth.  Fran put a hand on each of her Daddy's cheeks 
and held him facing her as she opened her mouth and 
let him see his cum puddled on her tongue.  Then she 
tilted her head back so he could witness her 
swallowing as his cum flowed off her tongue and down 
her throat.  After swallowing the last of his thick 
cum Fran looked into her Daddy's eyes and smiled 
seductively.
 
"That is my favorite desert daddy." Fran said hugging 
him around the neck. The Coach drank the last of his 
coffee then, pulling Fran with him, scooted out of the 
booth and, after dropping money on the table, headed 
for the door.  Being slightly tipsy from the wine, and 
sexually over stimulated from lunch with her new 
Daddy, Fran turned around at the door and pulled her 
sweater up exposing her breasts to the Maitre d'.
 
"Don't bother," the Coach told her pulling her out 
into the parking lot with her sweater still up around 
her armpits, "He's not interested in females." Fran, 
pulling her sweater down over her firm breasts, had a 
hard time accepting the concept that a male could 
possibly not be interested in her body.  When they got 
into the car Fran, with a silly grin on her face, 
started to straddle the central console again.  The 
Coach pushed her back into the passenger seat.
 
"You're just going to have to wait until we get to my 
place." He told Fran sternly ignoring her pout. "I 
don't want to take a chance on running off the road 
again."  As her Daddy drove out into traffic Fran, 
with a wicked grin on her face, turned and facing the 
Coach leaned against the car door.  Fran spread her 
legs then snapped them shut every time he looked her 
direction teasing him with glimpses of her wet open 
cunt.
 
Tiring of the teasing Fran let her legs spread wide 
open and, slipping two fingers into her cunt, began to 
fuck her self for her Daddy's entertainment. Letting 
her head hang over the door, and her hair blow in the 
wind Fran slipped her other hand under her sweater and 
messaged her breasts and pinched her nipples while she 
luxuriated in the feel of warm sunshine on her bare 
skin.
 
"I need to cum Daddy," Fran moaned as her fingers 
slipped in and out of her cunt and circled her large 
clitoris, "Please let me cum." 
 
"No." The Coach answered firmly. "Not until we get to 
my house."  Fran looked at her Daddy with surprise.  
Fran had intended her request to be more of an alert 
to let her Daddy know she was ready to cum if he 
wanted to watch.  She had never dreamed that he would 
say 'no'.  Fran pulled her hand away from her wet 
pussy and started to close her legs.
 
"Leave you legs open."  Fran left her legs spread as 
far as she could and looked away with her lower lip 
sticking out.  The Coach reached over and stroked up 
and down her inner thighs coming very close but never 
quit touching her open hairless slit.  Fran could only 
maintain her pout for half a minute before she was 
giving her Daddy her most seductive 'little girl' 
look.
 
"Pleeeeeeassssse Daddy." She begged. "I need to cum so 
bad it hurts."  Every time the Coach's hand came close 
to her pussy he could feel the heat radiating from it.  
Fran began to shift her hips trying to force his had 
to touch her needy cunt.  It quickly became a game as 
the Coach deftly moved his hand away before Fran could 
rub herself on it.  This continued until the Coach 
pulled his hand away to pick up the remote and open 
the garage door. 
 
As the garage door closed behind them the Coach leaned 
over and, pushing Fran's legs even further apart 
kissed and licked his way up her slit until he reached 
her large swollen clitoris.  Fran moaned with 
incoherent joy as he sucked her clitoris into his 
mouth and flicked his tongue over it's swollen tip.
 
"Oh god no." Fran wailed as the Coach pulled his mouth 
away from her pussy before she could cum.  The Coach 
got out of the car and without looking back headed 
into the house.  Fran scrambled to catch up with him.  
The Coach, leading his young cheerleader through the 
kitchen and into his front room, sat in a plush 
leather covered chair and pulled Fran over to stand in 
front of him.  Fran put her hands on her Daddy's 
shoulders for support.  Fran trembled with excitement 
as his hands explored her firm young body.  Moving 
under her skirt and sweater to knead her breasts, 
pinch her nipples, stroke her clitoris and explore the 
depths of her hot wet cunt.
 
The Coach abandoned his exploration of Fran's body 
just long enough to unbuckle his pants and, after 
unzipping his fly, lift his butt off the chair just 
far enough to pull his pants down to his knees 
exposing his large throbbing cock.  Fran licked her 
lips and rubbed her own breasts in eager anticipation.
 
"Yes Daddy." Fran whispered almost inaudibly as the 
Coach held her by the waist and guided her almost 
dripping cunt down onto his waiting cock. "Fuck me 
Daddy, fuck me hard."
 
Dave and Mom
Dave held his mother firmly around her waist as he 
walked her across the church parking lot to their car. 
Once they were away from the crowd Dave moved his hand 
up from her waist and gently squeezed his mother's 
breast through the thin material of her blouse.  Dave 
opened the car door and held his mother's hand while 
she sat in the car seat.  Closing the door Dave 
grinned at his mother who grinned back when she saw 
him pushing his hard cock back down in his pants.  
Once they were out of the parking lot Dave's mom 
leaned over and, unzipping his trousers pulled his 
cock through the fly and engulfed it in her wet mouth, 
eliciting a deep growling moan from her son.  After 
three long slow strokes up and down his shaft with her 
hot mouth Dave's mom let the hard cock slip from her 
lips.
 
"It's nice having a slut for a mom isn't it honey?"  
She asked her son as she stroked up and down his 
saliva-covered shaft with her hand.  Dave's mom looked 
up to see her son blushing.
 
"Oh mom," he stammered, suddenly and unexpectedly 
feeling very shy and self-conscious.  Dave's mom laid 
her head on his shoulder while she continued her slow 
hand stroke on his hard cock.
 
"Hey, son, I'm depending on you to be just as dominant 
with me as you are with Fran." She gave Dave's cock an 
affectionate squeeze.  "I'm just as much you sex slave 
as she is."
 
"In that case," Dave said giving his mom a quick grin, 
"suck my cock slut." Dave's mom moaned softly and 
lowered her head back into her son's lap, her 
experienced mouth easily sucking his entire cock down 
her throat.  Dave slipped his hand under his mother's 
blouse and pinched her already hard nipple.  Dave's 
mother massaged his balls through his trousers as she 
sucked on his rod of hard flesh.  It was obvious to 
both of them that, do to the excitement of getting his 
first maternal blowjob, Dave was not going to last 
very long.
 
"Eat your son's cum whore." Dave yelled as he put his 
hand on the back of his mother's head and, forcing his 
cock all the way inside her throat, shot hot cum into 
her sucking mouth.  Dave's Mother eagerly swallowed 
every drop of her son's cum then sat up and, leaning 
against his shoulder, continued to hold his still hard 
cock in her hand.  Dave heard his mother smacking her 
lips and turned to look at her.
 
"You taste great." She smiled, licking drops of his 
cum from her lips and giving his cock an affectionate 
squeeze.  Noticing another drop of liquid appearing 
when she squeezed, Dave's mom leaned over and licked 
it from the tip, causing Dave's cock to twitch.
 
"God you're good mom." Dave moaned as he turned into 
their driveway and parked beside the back door.  Dave 
got out of the car without bothering to put his cock 
away, or zip his pants,  "Come on," Dave said grinning 
at his mom, then pulling her out through the driver 
side door. "I've got to fuck my slut mom's hot cunt."
 
Dave picked his mother up and carried her to the back 
door.  Pushing the back door open Dave carried his mom 
into the kitchen and sat her down on the edge of the 
counter.  Holding his mother's legs up and apart Dave 
sank his hard cock into her open wet cunt in one swift 
thrust, banging the teeth of his trousers zipper into 
her swollen tender cunt lips.  Dave's mom wrapped her 
legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as 
she grimaced in a combination of pain and pleasure.
 
"Fuck your slut mother, baby" she moaned in his ear.  
Obligingly Dave pulled his cock back and slammed it 
into her again.  "Yes baby, fuck me hard." She 
whispered clinging to his arms.  Dave pulled his 
mother's blouse over her head exposing her hard-
nippled breasts to his sucking mouth.  Dave's mom 
leaned her head back until it rested on the cupboard 
door, then stroked her son's hair as he sucked on her 
nipples and pounded her pussy with his hard cock.  
Dave slipped a hand between their bodies to stroke his 
mother's clitoris then suddenly stopped in mid thrust.  
Leaning back Dave looked down to where their bodies 
joined together.
 
"My god, mom" Dave whispered in awe, "your even bigger 
than Fran." He finished as he stroked his mother's 
huge engorged clitoris between his thumb and 
forefinger making her shiver with excitement.  Dave 
looked up and grinned at his mother. "You could almost 
fuck somebody with this."  Dave looked down at his 
mother's clitoris again and, suddenly realizing that 
the teeth from his zipper must be slamming into her 
cunt, started to unbuckle his belt.
 
"Leave them on dear." Dave's mom said putting her hand 
on top of his to stop him. "A little pain always makes 
the pleasure so much more intense."  Dave wrapped his 
arms around his mother, holding her back with one hand 
and cradling her head with the other.  Then bringing 
their lips together he probed her mouth with his 
tongue as he pushed his cock into her and ground the 
teeth of his zipper into her cunt lips.  Dave's mother 
sucked on his tongue and, grinding her pussy against 
him, used her well-trained vaginal muscles to massage 
her son's cock in ways he had never dreamed of.  Dave 
and his mother ground their mouths and their crotches 
against each other until they both stiffened and 
jerked in mutual orgasm.
 
Breaking of their kiss they laid their heads on each 
other's shoulders and gently rocked back and forth 
with his cock still buried in her cunt.  Dave's mom 
gently stroked his hair and back as they rocked.
 
"Fran's right," Dave's mom whispered as she gently 
kissed his neck, "Nobody fucks like you."  Dave's mom 
gently pushed her son away from her "Now, young man," 
she said with mock sternness, "you go upstairs and 
wait on my bed and I'll bring you some lunch."  Dave 
turned to leave the kitchen. "And I only serve lunch 
to naked people." His mother called after him as she 
slipped down off the counter and gathered up her 
blouse, which had fallen unnoticed to the floor.
 
Dave went to his own room and stripped then walked 
naked, his half-hard still dripping cock bouncing with 
each step, to his mother's bedroom. Despite having her 
suck his cock and having just fucked her, Dave felt 
strange lying down on his mother's bed naked.  Just 
knowing that he was lying on his mother's bed brought 
his cock to full erection again.  As Dave lay on the 
bed and listened to the sounds of his mother preparing 
lunch he gently stroked his hard cock then bringing 
his hand up to his mouth and nose, Dave tasted and 
smelled his mother for the first time.
 
Dave's mom, appearing in the doorway naked and 
carrying a tray loaded with cheese, lunchmeat and 
crackers, struck a seductive pose for her son before 
entering the room.  She sat the tray on the bed, then 
climbed onto the bed herself.  Kneeling on the bed 
facing her son Dave's mom began to feed him pieces of 
cracker and cheese.  Gently stroking his chest and 
stomach while he chewed.  Moving closer and closer to 
the large hard cock sticking up from his nest of pubic 
hair.  After the fourth bite she 'accidentally' bumped 
into it.
 
"What's this?" she said faining surprise, "I try to be 
nice to my son and he thanks me by sticking this rude 
thing in my face." Dave's mom grabbed his cock and 
squeezed it firmly while she stuffed another piece of 
cheese and cracker into his mouth.  "I simply will not 
continue to feed you if I have to look at this thing." 
She grinned at her son, "We must find a way to hide 
it."  With one practiced motion Dave's mom straddled 
her son and sank down engulfing his hard cock in her 
wet pussy eliciting a cracker and cheese muffled moan 
from her son.
 
Dave's mom grinned wickedly at her son as she slowly 
moved her hips up and down, grasping his cock with her 
practiced cunt muscles.  As soon as Dave swallowed his 
mom stuffed more cheese and crackers into his mouth 
without breaking her slow fucking motions on his cock.  
As Dave chewed his mouth full of crackers and cheese 
his mom leaned forward and, while rubbing her hard-
nippled breasts against his chest let her hair slide 
sensuously over his face, then ringed his neck with 
wet kisses.
 
Lifting his head and looking over his mother's 
shoulder Dave saw their reflection in her dresser 
mirror and was mesmerized by the sight of his mother's 
cunt as it slowly lifted off his cock then slid back 
down engulfing it entirely to it's base.  Dave reached 
down with both hands and pulled his mother's buttocks 
apart to get a better view of his slime-covered cock 
slipping in and out of her wet pussy.  The plate of 
cheese and crackers temporarily forgotten Dave matched 
his mother's slow strokes thrusting himself up into 
her and grinding his pubic hair against her aroused 
sensitive clitoris.
 
As his excitement built towards another orgasm Dave 
coated his finger with his mother's natural lubricant 
and worked the tip into her tight crinkled ass.  
Dave's mom moaned loudly and sucked on his neck as his 
finger slipped further into her.
 
"Make me be your slut." Dave's mom whispered in his 
ear as their bodies rocked in mutual orgasm.  "Make me 
do something you have never asked anyone else to do 
for you."  Dave's body was wracked with orgasmic 
spasms thinking about how great it would be to 
humiliate his mother by forcing her to lick and tongue 
fuck his asshole.
 
 
Fran, Dave, Daddy and Mom
Fran and her Daddy arrived at Fran's house late in the 
evening.  Entering through the back door they heard 
sounds and walked arm in arm to the door leading into 
the front room where they both stopped and watched.  
Dave was rocked back in the recliner and his mom was 
riding his hard cock while they watched a video tape 
of the 'First Weekly Fran Fuck'.  On the screen Fran, 
naked and blindfolded with a chain running from her 
ankle to the oak tree in the back yard, was crouched 
over a cock which was fucking up into her cunt as 
another fucked her ass and a third stroked in and out 
of her open mouth. 
 
Fran's fatigue began to evaporate as a new wave of 
lust swept over her body. With insight into her own 
ego Fran realized that she was more turned on by 
watching herself getting fucked on videotape then by 
watching her mother and brother fucking in real life.
 
"Hay you two." The Coach said in his most 
authoritative drill instructor type voice, causing 
Dave and his mom to turn towards them.  Fran giggled 
at the startled expressions on their faces.  "What do 
you think you're doing?" The coach demanded.
 
"Fucking honey." Fran's mom answered sweetly. "Don't 
you recognize it?"  She continued as she resumed the 
steady up and down motion of her hips as she fucked 
herself on her son's hard cock.  Fran and her Daddy 
walked into the room and sat on the couch where they 
could watch both the videotape of Fran getting gang 
banged and the live action in the recliner.  As they 
watched Fran leaned her head over trying to catch a 
glimpse of her mother's clitoris, she just had to know 
if it was bigger than hers.
 
Dave grabbed his mother's waist and pulled her down on 
his cock as he bellowed and ground his crotch into 
hers.  Fran slipped her hand into her own crotch and 
gently fingered her clitoris while she watched.  The 
Coach and Fran sat silently for a minute respecting 
Dave and his Mom's moment of mutual pleasure. After 
catching her breath Fran's Mom, still laying in the 
recliner with her son, turned and smiled at the couple 
on the couch. 
 
"Did you enjoy yourself dear?" Fran and the Coach 
looked at each other not sure which one of them she 
was addressing.
 
"Well, I know I did." The Coach answered emphatically 
giving Fran's closest nipple a quick pinch, causing 
Fran to blush slightly.  Fran's Mom looked at Fran and 
raised her eyebrows questioningly.
 
"I had a wonderful time." Fran grinned at her Mom and 
Dave, then blushed deeply not used to seeing her Mom 
naked and openly playing with her brother's half-hard 
cock.
 
"Dave" The coach addressed Fran's brother.
 
"Yeah Coach?" Dave looked over at the man sitting next 
to his sister. 
 
"What do you think of the idea of us watching our two 
slaves fuck each other?"  The Coach gave Fran's nipple 
another tweak as he spoke.  Fran felt totally 
embarrassed for the first time in days.  Oh god, she 
thought, I can't possibly have sex with my own mother.  
Fran looked over at Dave desperately trying to let him 
know with her look that she really did not want to do 
this.
 
"That sounds like a great idea." Dave said 
enthusiastically as he grinned at his sister.  "Fran 
got fucked by four lesbians yesterday, she should be 
an expert now."  Dave, his Mom and the Coach all 
stared at the red-faced Fran as she sat on the couch.  
Fran tried several times to say something, anything 
that would get her out of this, but the more she 
looked like she didn't want to do it the more 
enthusiastic Dave and the Coach got for the idea.
 
Fran's Mom climbed off the recliner and walked across 
the room toward her daughter and her fianc‚.  Fran 
tried not to star at her Mother's naked body but the 
beauty of her Mother pulled her eyes up until they met 
her Mother's eyes.  The Coach released Fran's nipple 
and stood up making room for Fran's Mom on the couch.
 
"It's ok honey," Fran's Mom whispered to her as she 
sat down beside her, "if this is what our men want us 
to do then we must do it."  Fran's Mom put her arm 
around her daughter and pulled her closer, bringing 
their lips together and probing her daughter's mouth 
with her tongue.  As the kiss continued Fran felt her 
Mom's hand slip under her cheerleader's sweater and 
expertly pinch and twist her nipples.  This, Fran 
thought, is not Mom's first time with another girl.    
Fran's Mom broke off their kiss long enough to pull 
Fran's sweater over her head then leaned over and, 
sucking Fran's left nipple into her mouth, plunged her 
hand under Fran's skirt.
 
Both Dave and the Coach sat on the coffee table and 
watched with interest as Fran's Mother continued the 
seduction of her daughter.  Fran ran her hand gently 
up and down her Mother's back enjoying the feel of her 
smooth flawless skin.  Fran leaned her head back 
against the couch and moaned in total surrender to her 
Mother's expert nipple sucking.  Fran's mother let 
Fran's nipple slip out of her mouth and leaned back 
pulling Fran's head down toward her crotch.
 
"You lick your brother's cum from my cunt honey," she 
said spreading her legs, "then I'll lick 
Bill's...ah...your daddy's cum out of your sweet 
little pussy.  Fran pulled her Mother's cunt lips 
apart and, lowering her head, pushed her tongue into 
the wet cum dripping hole.  Fran's Mother placed her 
hands on the back of Fran's head and pulling Fran's 
face tight against her well-fucked crotch, began to 
rotate her hips in small circles grinding her cunt on 
her Daughter's mouth.
 
In the shift of bodies Fran had ended up with one foot 
on the floor and one knee on the couch bent over with 
her face between her mother's legs, her skirt shifted 
up around her waist leaving her cunt and still plugged 
ass exposed to the two men watching.  Fran felt a 
tugging at her upturned rear then squealed into her 
mother's cunt as the butt plug was pulled out of her 
body.  Fran wrapped her arms around her Mother's 
thighs from underneath and held on 'for dear life' as 
her Mother's hips began to spasm, jerking up and down 
so hard the whole couch bounced with her movements.
 
"Oh god eat me," Fran's Mother began to scream out her 
orgasmic pleasure, "eat your mommy baby eat your 
mommy."  Then she collapsed on the couch totally 
relaxed grinning at the two men watching her show.  
Fran lifted her cum smeared face from her Mother's 
crotch and sat down on the couch.  Fran's Mother 
slowly stirred then, reversing directions pulled 
Fran's legs up onto her shoulders and began to explore 
her daughter's clean-shaven pussy.  By the time Fran's 
Mother had returned Fran's favor and brought her 
daughter to a screaming orgasm leaving her draped 
exhausted over the arm of the couch, the Coach had 
removed his clothes and the two masters stood in front 
of their worn out slaves with hard cocks demanding 
attention.  Both Fran and her Mother groaned as they 
sat up on the couch to receive instructions from their 
masters.
 
"We have decided," Dave began with a node from the 
Coach, "that it is time for our first family fuck."
 
==============================================
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
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it.
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don't read it. 
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story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Nine
"Mom Goes Shopping"
by
Norm DePloom 
 
Dave and Fran's mom sat at the kitchen table drinking 
a cup of coffee and enjoying the exhaustion that comes 
from fucking all night.  A small smile spread across 
her lips as she thought about how nice it was to have 
a dominant man, make, that two dominant men, in her 
life again.  After an afternoon of trying to satiate 
the lust of her seemingly inexhaustible son, her 
fianc‚ and Fran returned from their day getting to 
know each other better and the four of them 
experienced a night of unbridled sexuality. 
 
She smiled as she remembered the whole family gathered 
around the breakfast table this morning, including 
Fran's new little 'pet'.  I wonder what's going on 
there, She thought, remembering how Vickie had showed 
up early and headed directly for Fran's room.  Nothing 
unusual there, but when they came back down for 
breakfast Vickie was unusually quiet, and Fran was 
rebuffing Vickie's obvious attempts to get back in her 
good graces.  Oh well, Vickie probably failed to 
follow some directions, I'm sure I'll hear about it 
soon enough.  She glanced at her watch then headed to 
her bedroom hoping to get a little rest before she had 
to be at work.
 
As she entered her bedroom Dave and Fran's mom was 
startled to see her son going through her dresser and 
pilling her clothes onto the bed where there was 
already a large pile and beside it a very small pile.  
The closet door was open and most of her hangers were 
empty.
 
"What..." she started to demand what he was doing 
messing around in her stuff, then remembered the 
change in their relationship "..are you doing at 
home?" she finished less demandingly.
 
"Oh, hi Mom." Dave said turning to face her with a 
hand full of her cotton panties.  "You've been hiding 
behind this 'responsible single parent' facade long 
enough," he continued throwing her panties into the 
larger of the two piles. "It's time for you to start 
dressing like the slut you really are." 
 
"You know I'll dress any way you want me to around the 
house, honey." Dave's mom replied holding her robe 
closed as she sat on the edge of the bed.  Dave walked 
around the bed to where his mom sat and, grabbing the 
edges of her robe pulled it open exposing her naked 
body underneath.
 
"Yes, Mom, you will." He paused to look at her firm 
breasts, "and you will wear what I tell you to when 
you go out of the house also."  Dave reached down and 
cupped his mother's breasts with both hands. "God." He 
moaned squeezing them, "you're even sexier than Fran, 
Mom."
 
"Why don't you call me Martha?" She asked smiling at 
the growing bulge in his pants. "It is my name after 
all."
 
"No." Dave pinched his mothers hardening nipples.  "I 
prefer to call you Mom, especially when I'm fucking 
you."
 
"I'll dress however you want me to at home, but I 
still have to maintain my appearance at work."  Martha 
insisted looking up at her son's face.  Dave pinched 
his mother's nipples until she winced.
 
"You will dress as I tell you to at all times."  Dave 
ran his hand down over her stomach and through her 
pubic hair.  "Until you and the Coach are married I'm 
your master," Dave moved his finger over his mother's 
large clitoris as he talked, eliciting a moan from 
her. "and I will decide what you wear."
 
"But, " Martha spoke through her moans, "At work..." 
Dave pulled his mother off the bed and pushed her down 
on her knees in front of him.
 
"Am I your master?" He demanded.
 
"Yes son." She answered staring at the bulge in his 
pants. 
 
"Are you my slut?"
 
"Yes son." She answered meekly.
 
"Then you will wear what I tell you to at all times."
 
"Yes son." Martha could feel the wetness oozing out of 
her cunt stimulated by the anticipation of being 
forced to dress in slutty clothes.
 
"And now " Dave said picking up the large pile of 
clothes, "We are going to insure that you do not wear 
any unauthorized clothing."  Dave pulled his mother to 
her feet then led her through the house and into the 
back yard, where he tossed the clothes in a pile then 
retrieved a can of lighter fluid. 
 
"Take off your robe." He ordered.  Martha let the robe 
slide down her arms revealing her firm breasts with 
her nipples hardening in the cool morning air, then 
standing naked, held it out to her son.  "Toss it on 
the pile." Dave instructed his mother.  After the robe 
joined the rest of the clothes, Dave doused them with 
lighter fluid then tossed a lit match onto the pile. 
 
As the clothes burned Dave turned to his mother and, 
taking her by the arms, pushed her down onto her 
knees.  Without being told Martha unzipped her son's 
pants and pulling his cock out through the fly, 
engulfed it's entire length with her mouth as she 
watched her clothes burn out of the corner of her eye.  
There was no turning back now, Martha thought, I am 
the property of my son and my fiance.  Dave began to 
talk as he pumped his cock in and out of his mother's 
wet mouth.
 
"After you're done here..." he spoke in between the 
growing moans, "we will go shopping for some new 
clothes.  And some special things for your wedding 
night."  Dave put his hands on the sides of his 
mother's head, grabbing handfuls of her hair, and 
fucking his cock into her mouth with ever-greater 
force.  "OOOO yes, suck my cock Mom."  Martha spread 
her knees apart and rubbed her wet cunt with one hand 
while she held the base of her son's hard cock with 
the other.  With one final moan Dave pushed his cock 
into his mother's waiting throat and shot his cum into 
her stomach. "Eat your babies cum Mommy." He almost 
whispered as his twitching cock spurt down her throat. 
 
Dave kept his cock buried in his mother's throat, 
cutting off her air supply, while he watched her 
desperately trying to push him away.  Then having 
satisfactorily demonstrated his dominance over her 
body Dave pulled his cock from his mother's mouth and 
pulled her to her feet as she gasped for air.
 
"Let's get you dressed for some shopping." Dave said 
grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the backdoor.  
Dave led his mother back upstairs but this time they 
went into Fran's room instead of hers.  Dave went 
through Fran's clothes and picked out a skirt for his 
mother to wear then a T-shirt. Martha squeezed into 
the skirt, it was a little to tight, and a lot too 
short.  The T-shirt came down almost to the bottom of 
her skirt, until Dave finished with the scissors, then 
it barely covered her breasts.
 
As Martha looked in the mirror she realized that the 
lower curve of her breasts just peaked out from under 
the newly cut off shirt.  Blushing at the sight Martha 
realized that she could not raise her arms, or even 
shrug her shoulders without exposing parts of her 
breasts to who ever might be looking.  The skirt 
barely covered her cunt, if she stood still and made 
sure it was pulled down as far as it would reach, but 
any step or movement was bound to pull it up enough to 
expose her wet slit.  As the blush spread across 
Martha's chest her nipples hardened noticeably under 
the thin T-shirt and she could feel the wetness oozing 
down her thighs.
 
Martha hadn't been forced to dress like this in public 
since her husband had died.  A rush of 
pleasant/scary/exciting memories washed over her 
almost like an orgasm.  Dave took his mother's hand 
and led her back into her own bedroom where he dug her 
highest heeled shoes from the closet and gave them to 
her to put on.  Oh God, Martha moaned to herself as 
she sat down and slipped the shoes onto her feet, 
there's no way I can keep myself covered wearing 
these.
 
Dave stood his mother in front of the full-length 
mirror then, standing behind her, wrapped his arms 
around her pinning her arms to her sides. Watching 
over her shoulder Dave rubbed his hands up and down 
her firm stomach, then as she leaned back against him, 
up under her cut off T-shirt to pinch her already hard 
nipples.  As Dave ran his hands down his mother's 
stomach towards her barely covered pussy, Martha began 
to grind her hips against her son's hardening cock.  
Dave listened to his mother's moans as he lifted her 
skirt and, gently pulling her cunt lips apart ran the 
tip of his finger up and down her large engorged 
clitoris.
 
"Oh God," Martha moaned breathlessly as she ground her 
butt harder against her son's cock, "please fuck me."
 
"Not yet" Dave answered as he continued to flick his 
finger back and forth over his mother's clitoris until 
he thought she was only one flick away from cuming, 
then he suddenly stopped and just held his mother 
against him as she continued grinding her butt against 
his throbbing cock.  Martha smiled as she felt her 
son's cock twitch against her butt, knowing that he 
would have a telltale wet spot on the front of his 
pants when they separated. Martha stopped rubbing her 
butt against her son and they just stood, watching 
them selves in the mirror until Dave was ready to go.
 
Martha, still unsatisfied, obediently followed her son 
out to their car. Dave opened the door for his mother 
and smiled when her wet pussy peaked into view as she 
climbed into car.  Martha watched her son walking 
around the car with a wet spot on the front of his 
trousers, and smiled remembering the feel of his hard 
cock twitching against her butt.  The skirt was so 
short that Martha found herself setting with her wet 
pussy against the fabric of the car seat, and smiled 
remembering her husband teasing her about 'pussy 
tracks'.
 
Dave drove them to the downtown area and parked in 
front of a coffee shop across the street from a 
construction sight.  It must be coffee break time, 
Martha thought as she saw the coffee shop full of 
construction workers. Dave got out of the car, and 
walking around to her side, opened the door for his 
mother.  Only then did Martha realize that there was 
no way for her to get out of the car without flashing 
her naked wet pussy for everyone in the coffee shop to 
see.  Dave stood in front of the door and reached over 
the window to offer his mother a helping hand.  Martha 
gave her son a pleading look, which he ignored as he 
waited patiently for her to step out of the car.
 
Martha looked at the coffee shop window and could see 
the men all elbowing each other and gathering at the 
window for a better look.  Blushing furiously Martha 
took her son's hand and stepped out of the car working 
to minimize her exposure.  Once she was out of the 
car, Martha smoothed the short skirt down to cover as 
much of herself as she could and looked around with as 
much dignity as she could muster.
 
"Oh, darn." Dave said with exaggerated innocence. "I 
left the keys in the ignition."  Dave grinned at his 
mother before continuing. "Would you lean back in the 
car and get them for me?"  Martha looked at the window 
full of men and back at her son, her face growing 
brighter red.  Then, still trying to maintain some 
dignity, she turned and started to climb back into the 
car. Dave reached out and stopped her.
 
"Just lean over and reach for them." He instructed her 
with his best 'cute little boy' smile, the one he had 
developed solely to melt her heart whenever he wanted 
anything.  Spreading her legs as little as she could 
for balance Martha leaned over at the waist and 
supporting herself with one hand on the car seat 
stretched across to the keys in the ignition.  As her 
fingers touched the keys she heard cheering from 
inside the coffee shop and turned her head to look 
around her leg.  Most of the men standing at the 
window were openly stroking their hard cocks through 
their blue jeans. 
 
While she was turned back looking at the men Dave ran 
his hand possessively over her butt checks, then 
pulled them apart to give the men an even better view 
of her open wet cunt, her healthy growth of pubic hair 
and her crinkled asshole.  With one hand on the small 
of her back to hold her in place Dave slowly slipped 
two fingers into her pussy, and fucked her slowly to 
the cheers of the watching crowed.  Finally, after 
what seemed like hours to Martha, bent over in the 
car, Dave pulled his fingers out of her and allowed 
her to stand up.
 
"Bow for the nice men." Dave instructed her.  Martha 
turned toward the men, her face flush with a 
combination of embarrassment and unfulfilled desire. 
Is he, she thought with growing fear and excitement, 
going to make me fuck all of these men?  Her 
disappointment almost overshadowed her relief when 
Dave turned and walked her down the street.  

As Martha walked her cunt came more and more into view 
with each step and her breasts bounced working the 
thin whisp of T-shirt covering them higher and higher 
threatening to expose her hard nipples to the view of 
those walking the other direction.  Martha heard 
someone call her a slut as they walked by causing a 
spasm of excitement to run through her lower body.  
She had almost forgotten what potent magic that word 
had for her.
 
"You really get off being called a slut don't you?" 
Dave asked her. 
 
"Yes, oh God yes." She answered with a deep moan.
 
"That's because you are one." Dave whispered to her as 
he turned and opened a glass door with "H of B" 
painted on it.  Once inside the door Dave pushed his 
mom up against the wall of the hallway leading to 
another glass door and pushed his hand between her 
legs.  "You're a slut and a whore." He said as he 
pushed several fingers inside her causing more spasms.  
Then Dave pulled his fingers back out of her wet 
pussy.  "But I'm not going to let you cum yet."  He 
announced as he walked her through the second door. 
 
The second door had "House of Bondage" painted on it 
and underneath that "Fine bondage equipment for the 
discriminating enthusiast."  Dave wrapped hi s arm 
around his mother's waist then walked to the counter 
where the only other person in the store, the clerk, 
waited by the cash register. 
 
"My mother here is getting married in a couple of 
weeks." Dave announced, nonchalantly slipping his hand 
under her T-shirt and pinching her nipple. "And we 
would like to register here for wedding presents." 
 
"I'm not really sure how to do that." The clerk said, 
his eyes never leaving Martha's body.
 
"I'll just take this legal pad," Dave said reaching 
over the counter with his other hand, "and this pen.  
We'll write down all the things we want people to buy 
them for their wedding, then when they come in to buy 
a gift you just show them the list."
 
"OK, ah, is she really your mother?" the clerk 
watching Dave's hand massage her breast.
 
"Yep, sure is.  Wait till I bring my sister in to have 
her brides maids manacles fitting." Dave said as he 
and his mother started roaming around the store 
looking at items and writing them on the list.  After 
looking around for several minutes Dave spotted a 
'Merry Widow' corset and insisted that his mother try 
it on.
 
"I don't see any dressing rooms." Martha said as she 
looked around the store.
 
"Just strip and try it on right here."  Dave grinned 
at his mother "That shouldn't take very long.  After 
all you're not wearing much in the way of clothing."  
Dave, and the clerk, watched as Martha removed the T-
shirt and skirt then put on the corset.  The top of 
the corset flared into what was more of a shelf than a 
bra, intended to hold up and display the breasts. Her 
nipples just peaked over the top edge like two eyes 
looking over a fence.  Dave knelt down in front of his 
mother and pushed her legs apart so he could examine 
the snap out crotch close up.
 
"Well take three of them." Dave said to the clerk 
after he stood back up. "The Coach and I will really 
love fucking you, Fran and Vickie while your wearing 
those."  Dave looked thoughtful for a moment. "Fran 
can wear hers while she's doing 'pulpit duty' next 
Sunday."  Dave smiled at his mother "Oh, don't 
bother," he told her when she started to put the skirt 
and T-shirt back on. "I might want you to try 
something else on." 
 
Martha followed her son around the store naked while 
they continued to look at manacles, leather straps, 
paddles, whips and all manner of bondage equipment.  
Finally they stopped in front of a display case 
containing an assortment of butt plugs of all sizes 
and shapes.  Dave selected one then, taking it from 
the clerk turned to his mother and told her to spread 
her legs and lean over.  Dave rubbed the end of the 
butt plug up and down his mother's cunt to pick up 
lubrication, then pushed it into her ass, ignoring her 
gasps and moans of discomfort.  Once it was fully 
inserted Dave turned to the clerk.
 
"What do you think?" Dave asked inviting the clerk to 
take a closer look. "Does it fit right?"  Martha's 
face turned red with humiliation, as she remained 
leaned over allowing her son and this stranger to push 
and pull on the butt plug to insure that it was seated 
properly.  Martha's humiliation increased as their 
discussion of the butt plug turned into a discussion 
about her open wet cunt and how wet and sticky her 
thighs were.  Dave finally allowed his mother to stand 
up, then kept her standing naked beside him while he 
selected a piercing tool and six gold nipple rings.  
The final selection made Dave picked up the bag of 
purchases and with a wink to the clerk unseen by his 
mother turned to leave.
 
"Oh by the way." Dave said turning back to the clerk. 
"My mom here will make a down payment on this stuff." 
Dave turned to his mother  "I'll met you in the car 
after you've taken care of it." Dave turned and walked 
out the door leaving his mother standing naked in 
front of the counter.  Martha's blush spread across 
her face and down onto her chest.
 
"I...ah...I...don't...know...what...I'm...ah...I...don
't have any money...I...don't...know what I could make 
a down payment with." Martha said blushing even more 
because she knew exactly what she was expected to make 
the down payment with.
 
"Oh that's ok." The clerk said as he walked around the 
counter rubbing his hard cock through his pants. "Just 
let me lock the door and put up the 'out to lunch' 
sign, then we will see what you can make a payment 
with."  As the clerk walked to the door Martha's 
worried expression suddenly brightened into a smile.  
That little brat, she thought, he had this all 
arranged from the beginning.
 
"Do you know the Coach?" Martha asked the young man as 
he walked over to her.
 
"Yeah, I used to play football for the Coach." The 
young clerk suddenly realized he had 'spilled the 
beans' about this supposedly impromptu sexual liaison, 
and grinned at Martha.
 
"Well," Martha said holding her arms out and slowly 
turning in a circle "which way am I supposed to make 
this payment?"
 
"That wet cunt of yours looks like it would be heaven 
to fuck." The clerk said with a sudden touch of 
shyness.
 
"Why thank you." Martha said with a shy blush of her 
own. "I haven't had any complaints yet."  Martha 
stepped up to the clerk and ran her hand over the 
bugle in his pants.  Then, dropping to her knees, she 
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers allowing 
them to fall around his ankles.  The clerk's hard cock 
popped out of the fly in his boxers without assistance 
from Martha.  Martha took the cock in her mouth and 
swirled her tongue over the head with expert dexterity 
pulling a loud moan from the young man. 
 
"Oh God you're even better than they said."  The clerk 
moaned as he grabbed her head and pushed his cock 
further into her mouth.  After a few strokes in and 
out of her mouth the clerk pushed Martha away.  "I 
have got to fuck that cunt of yours." He said pushing 
her onto her back on the carpeted floor. Then, pausing 
only to remove his boxer shorts knelt down and lowered 
his body between Martha's raised outstretched legs.
 
Holding the base of his cock the clerk rubbed his cock 
head up and down Martha's wet cunt slit.  Martha 
gasped and her hips convulsed every time the clerk's 
cock head rubbed over her large sensitive clitoris.  
Martha wrapped her legs around the young man's hips 
and grabbed his ass with both hands. 
 
"Fuck me." She screamed pulling him into her cunt with 
all her strength, "fuck me hard."  Following her 
screamed instructions the clerk began to pound his 
cock into her with such force that every stroke moved 
her an inch across the floor.  The clerk had to crawl 
forward after every two or three thrusts to keep up 
with her.  Martha pulled the clerks face down to hers 
and fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth matching 
her tongue thrusts with the clerks cock thrusts into 
her cunt.
 
The clerk could hear and feel her screaming into his 
mouth as her body began to jerk rhythmically in 
orgasmic pleasure.  Martha's hot wet cunt clutching at 
his cock brought the clerk to his own orgasm, he 
clutched Martha to his body and ground his crotch 
against hers as his cock spasmed inside her clutching 
pussy and filled her with his hot cum.  As their 
mutual muscle cramping orgasmic spasms slowly died 
away Martha and the clerk held each other in their 
arms and softly kissed each other's face.
 
"Thank you." Martha said smiling at the young man 
who's softening cock was still buried inside her still 
twitching cunt. "I needed that."  Martha tried to look 
around the store without getting up.  "Do you happen 
to know where my clothes have gotten off to?"  The 
clerk pulled her head back down to the floor and began 
to softly nibble on her breasts.
 
"Don't be in such a hurry." He told her between 
nibbles.  "Dave said I could have you for lunch," the 
clerk broke off his nibbling at her breasts long 
enough to glance at his watch, "and my lunch hour has 
just started." 
 
"Well" Martha said lying back and gently squeezing his 
rapidly re-hardening cock with her practiced cunt 
muscles, "here's to a long slow lunch." 
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
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don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.
 
Slave Sister Part Ten
"Lunch With Mom"
By
Norm DePloom 
 
Martha kissed the store clerk good bye with a friendly 
squeeze of his well used cock then walked down the 
short hallway and out the second door into the bright 
noon time sun.  Her thighs were sticky and wet clear 
down below the bottom of the short skirt Dave had 
forced her to wear.  Feeling 'frisky' after three good 
fucks on the floor of the bondage shop Martha walked 
with long skirt hiking steps, coming down hard enough 
on her heels to make her breasts bounce under the thin 
cut off T-shirt.  Her nipples hardened yet again as 
she watched the men turning to stare at her barely 
covered ass.  As she approached the car Martha saw 
Dave talking to five construction workers who all 
turned to watch as she approached them.
 
"These nice men have offered to buy us lunch." Dave 
said smiling at his mother and waving his hand in the 
direction of the sweaty blue jeaned men surrounding 
him. Martha was immediately surrounded, and ushered 
into the coffee shop.  As they walked hands felt her 
bare skin and lifted her skirt and T-shirt to create 
additional bare skin for them to feel.
 
They all sat at a booth in the back of the coffee 
shop.  Three men sat across from her and one sat on 
each side.  Dave stood on his knees on the seat of the 
booth behind his mother so he loomed over her and 
watched as her breasts, thighs and pussy were explored 
by the men before the menus arrived. 
 
The waitress was obviously unhappy.  It was apparent 
that she depended on massive amounts of exposed 
cleavage and a skirt almost as short as Martha's to 
generate tips, and she did not like to have 'her boys' 
distracted by this slut invading her territory.  After 
distributing the menus the waitress turned to leave in 
a huff when Dave stopped her.
 
"Ah..." Dave glance at her nametag. "...Betty, I just 
know your going to do such a good job waiting on us 
that I wanted to give you your tip in advance." Dave 
gave her a wink as he slipped a folded twenty between 
her massive breasts just above the neckline of her low 
cut dress.  Her tip guaranteed Betty became much 
friendlier and began to tease the men about their new 
'toy'.
 
"Is she really your mom?" Dave was asked for the 
second time in less than two hours by the man seated 
to Martha's left.
 
"She sure is." Dave said reaching over her shoulder 
and, slipping his hand through the neck of his 
mother's T-shirt rolling her nipple between his thumb 
and forefinger. The man shook his head in disbelief.
 
"You sure don't look like the kind of slut that would 
fuck her own son." The man addressed Martha "I mean 
your clothes are slutty but you look a little to 
classy to be that much of a slut."
 
"Show him how much of a slut you are mom." Dave said 
continuing to pinch her nipple.  Martha reached down 
and began to massage the man's cock through his jeans.  
Just then the Betty came back with glasses of water 
for everybody. 
 
"How big is it honey?" she asked Dave's mom as she 
glanced down at Martha's hand in the man's crotch.
 
"Feels pretty big." Martha answered looking up at 
Betty, "but not as big as my fiance's" Martha gave the 
hard cock a little squeeze, "or even my son's. You 
should see it, Betty, it's huge."  The man's face 
turned red but Martha's hand felt too good doing what 
it was doing for him to complain. 
 
"I wouldn't mind that at all." Betty said looking at 
Dave and actually smacking her lips at the thought.  
Dave blushed uncharacteristically as Betty frankly 
examined the bulge in his jeans.  "You can get a lot 
more than just good service for that twenty."  She 
said with a broad wink. 
 
"Hey, give her a try kid." One of the men on the other 
side of the booth teased him. "You just don't now what 
a good fuck is till you've been fucked by a bosomy 
waitress."
 
"Hay, spread that around a bit." The man on the other 
side said giving Martha's breast a friendly squeeze.  
Martha reached down into his crotch, and spread her 
legs as both men returned the favor and lowered their 
hands to feel her abundant pubic hair and wet cunt.
 
"Why don't you take her up on that son?"  Martha said 
still squeezing a cock in each hand.  "You might 
discover there is better pussy out there than mine, or 
your sisters."  That brought a chorus of whoops and 
yells from the men at the booth.
 
"You fucking your sister too?"
 
"God damn, you horny little bastard."
 
"Wish I'd had a family like that when I was a kid."  
Betty delivered food to the table.
 
"You're coming in the back room with me."  She 
announced grabbing Dave's shirt and pulling him out of 
the booth.
 
"I promised these guys you'd suck them off in exchange 
for lunch." Dave informed his mom as Betty pulled him 
toward the door leading into the storeroom.  Once in 
the supply room Betty pushed Dave up against the 
closed door and massaged his growing cock.
 
"Are you really as big as your mom says?" she asked 
smiling at his blush. "Yes," she continued, unzipping 
his pants, "you are."  Betty dropped to her knees and, 
pulling Dave's growing cock from his trousers began to 
lick the head running her tongue up and down the 
underside of the shaft.  Dave moaned in pleasure as he 
unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the 
floor. Then, after stepping out of his pants, Dave 
reached down and dug Betty's huge breasts out of her 
bra and allowed them to hang down over the front of 
her dress while he pinched and pulled on her large 
hardening nipples. 
 
"You can only have me if you're willing to be my 
slut." Dave informed Betty as he pulled on her 
nipples, forcing her large breasts to stretch into 
elongated cones on either side of his thighs.  "Are 
you willing to do whatever I tell you to do?" Dave 
asked twisting her stretched nipples with increasing 
force until she winced in pain then nodded her head 
'yes' without letting his cock escape her sucking 
mouth.
 
In one motion Dave grabbed her breasts and pushed her 
back onto the floor then, straddling her stomach and 
grabbing a bottle of vegetable oil from the shelf, 
poured it into her cleavage until it ran down either 
side of her neck and pooled on the floor underneath 
her back.  Tossing the bottle aside Dave pushed her 
oiled breasts together then plunged his hard cock 
between them fucking up toward her waiting mouth.  
Dave kneaded her large glistening breasts like two 
piles of bread dough while he roughly fucked his cock 
between them.
 
"Fuck my tits, honey." Betty cried out.  "Fuck them 
hard.  I love having my tits fucked by a horny young 
stud."  Betty's hands rubbed over Dave's bare butt 
while she talked.  "I can cum just having my tits 
fucked, I like it better than having my cunt fucked."  
Dave redoubled his efforts making Betty's entire body 
shake every time he slammed his cock into her tits. 
Betty held her head up off the floor and flicked her 
tongue over Dave's cockhead every time it peaked out 
from between her quivering breasts. 
 
"I'm going to fuck your tits." Dave announced as her 
fucked harder and harder, "Then you're going to get on 
your hands and knees and I'm going to fuck your cunt 
doggie style."
 
"Anything you want honey." Betty promised in between 
lapping at his cockhead with her tongue.  Dave crammed 
his cock into Betty's tits forcing his cock head 
between her lips and gyrated his hips against her 
stretched tit flesh as his cock pulsated and spewed 
gobs of hot sticky cum into Betty's mouth and across 
her face.  After Betty licked the last of Dave's cum 
from his cock, Dave sat back on Betty's stomach then 
slapped his hands back and fourth across her slimy oil 
coated tits.
 
"Oh god," Betty begged, "hit my tits, I love it.  Hurt 
my tits honey, make me cum again."  Dave pulled 
Betty's nipples up to his mouth and sucked and bit 
roughly on both at the same time, generating another 
round of moans from the waitress.  Looking around Dave 
saw a large wood spoon, which he grabbed and began to 
smack straight down on her nipples switching with each 
slap from one nipple to the other.
 
"Oh God yes...Oh God yes...Oh God yes..." Betty 
chanted and bucked her hips with each slap of her 
nipples.  "I'm cuming honey, I'm cuming..." As Betty's 
orgasm reached its peak Dave climbed off the gyrating 
waitress and pulled her over onto her hands and knees.  
Then, kneeling behind her, Dave thrust his hard cock 
into her wet open cunt with one hard shove.  Having 
buried his cock into her gapping pussy, Dave reached 
under her and grabbed a handful of tit with each hand.  
Pulling on her breasts for extra leverage Dave slammed 
his cock into her cunt with all the force her could 
muster.
 
Betty, her head hanging down and being slammed up 
against a bag of potatoes, continued to chant 'I'm 
cuming honey, fuck me hard honey' with every slamming 
thrust of Dave's large hard cock into her wet dripping 
cunt.  Dave continued his relentless fucking of 
Betty's cunt until his own orgasm surged through his 
body leaving him limp and laying over her massive 
buttocks, resting on her back.  When Dave finally 
released his grip on Betty's breasts he noticed marks 
where his fingernails had dug into her tender flesh.  
The two of them lay on the floor in a limp pile for a 
few minutes before Dave spoke again.
 
"You do have a real nice cunt their, Betty." Dave said 
as he rose from the floor and pulled his trousers on.  
"I think I'll send the coach and Father Michael by to 
pay you a visit."  Betty, who had grabbed a towel and 
was busy wiping the oil from her breasts, paused in 
mid-wipe.
 
"You mean 'Big Daddy'?" she asked. Dave nodded 'yes'.  
"I've always wondered why they call him 'Big Daddy'." 
Betty continued as she resumed wiping her breasts with 
the towel.
 
"Well, you pull him back here and you'll see why." 
Dave took Betty by the arm and ushered her through the 
door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress.

-----------
 
"Why don't I take care of that obligation right now 
while you gentlemen are eating." Martha said, turning 
and seeming to flow off the seat, as soon as the door 
to the supply room closed behind Betty and Dave.  
Martha started with the man whose cock she had 
compared to Dave and the Coach's. 
 
"You really do have a nice cock." She said looking up 
at him from under the table while he took a bite from 
his ham sandwich.  "Real thick, I like that." She 
finished as she sank her mouth over his cock and 
swirled her tongue around its head.  The man froze 
with his sandwich half way to his mouth.
 
"OH God," he moaned, "Just wait till you guys feel 
this."  He put his hand on the back of Martha's head 
to guide her speed and depth.  His other hand slowly 
sank back down to the table where the ham sandwich 
slipped from his grip and fell back onto the plate.  
"This is worth a hundred lunches." 
 
The other four men stopped eating and watched the 
expression on the face of the man receiving the 
blowjob.  Every lick and swirl of Martha's tongue on 
his cock was reflected on his face until his eyes 
rolled up so far that only whites showed then a deep 
growling groan could be heard from his throat. 
 
"Drink my cum, slut, drink my cum." He moaned as his 
cock twitched pumping hot sperm into Martha's mouth.  
He was left sitting limply as Martha moved on to the 
next man.  Each man in his turn felt the expert 
attention of Martha's hot wet sucking mouth.  Then 
after the last cock had dumped its cum onto her tongue 
she slithered back up into her seat.  Picking up her 
sandwich, Martha took a dainty bite from one corner 
and looked around at the glassy stares on the five men 
as she chewed.
 
"Oh my excuse me." She said with mock seriousness as 
she lifted her cut off T-shirt, exposing her breasts, 
to dab at a spot of cum left on her chin, then took 
another bite of her sandwich.  The men at the table 
began to come out of their blowjob-induced stupor and 
ate their sandwiches with silly grins on their faces.  
As Martha popped the last bite of her sandwich into 
her mouth Dave wondered back to the table wearing a 
silly grin of his own, followed by Betty who's breasts 
were still hanging over the front of her dress 
displaying her large nipples.
 
"See, what did I tell you about those bosomy waitress 
types." One of the men at the table said then, turning 
to the other men, "Well, we better get back to work 
boys."  Each of the men gave both Martha's and Betty's 
breasts a friendly squeeze on their way out of the 
coffee shop.
 
"Thanks guys." Dave called after them as they walked 
toward the front of the coffee shop. "Betty will be 
glad to take care of all of your lunch time needs from 
now on." Dave turned and grinned at the blushing 
waitress.  "You did promise to do everything I told 
you to do."  Dave spoke softly before turning to his 
mother.
 
"Come on, Mom," Dave said holding his hand out to help 
her up from the booth, "We still have to buy you some 
new clothes."
 
At the fashionable clothing store Martha followed her 
son around trying to keep the cut off T-shirt and the 
short skirt both pulled down far enough to cover her 
self.  Martha blushed furiously every time a breast 
peaked out from underneath the T-shirt, or the skirt 
pulled up to expose her pouting cunt lips and still 
sticky inner thighs.  Why, Martha wondered, do I feel 
more embarrassed here, in front of other women, than I 
did in the coffee shop sucking on the dicks of five 
total strangers?
 
As each piece of clothing was selected Dave would 
allow his mother only to step behind a clothing rack 
so the mall shoppers outside the store could not see 
her, when she removed her T-shirt or skirt to try on 
the selected item. Martha blushed when she saw the 
disapproving looks, and heard the mumbled references 
to 'that slut', from most of the women in the store, 
but her cunt oozed lubricant down her thighs and sent 
urgent fuck me messages to the rest of her body.
 
As she modeled each of his selections for her son's 
approval, Dave would slip his hands under the top, or 
skirt being tired on and 'check the access' to his 
mother's breasts or pussy, before either accepting or 
rejecting the piece of clothing in question.  Each 
'access check' was made in plain view of the other 
shoppers, and with lingering squeezes and pinches 
before the decision was made.  After making his final 
selections, and paying for the clothing, Dave escorted 
his mother to the back of the store.
 
"Take off all your clothes" Dave ordered producing the 
'merry widow' corset he had purchased at the House of 
Bondage, from a bag he had been carrying with him.  As 
Martha Striped, Dave waved at two young women who had 
been following them around the store and invited them 
over.
 
"Are you store security, or lesbians, or just sluts 
who are enjoying the show?" Dave asked them as they 
joined him and his mother at the back of the store.  
The two giggled and looked at each other then back at 
Dave and his naked mother who was blushing as she 
waited to be told what to do next. 
 
"Well," answered the taller of the two, "sort of all 
three." The two giggled again.  Dave looked at the two 
young women then back at his mother. 
 
"Why don't you take her into the back office and make 
sure she's not trying to shoplift anything?"  Dave 
suggested.  The two 'security officers' wasted no time 
in taking Martha by her arms and walking her between 
them past the fitting rooms and through a door into 
their 'security office'.  Dave followed with an 
expectant bulge growing in his trousers.
 
Dave looked around the 'security office' and chuckled.  
These two, Dave thought as he scanned the TV monitors 
obviously attached to hidden cameras in the fitting 
rooms, really do like to watch shows.  Dave stopped 
and watched one of the monitors.  On it one of the 
women who had been calling his mother a slut. sat in 
the fitting room, her legs spread and her hand rubbing 
furiously up and down her crotch.  Dave smiled as the 
woman leaned her head back and looked directly into 
the hidden camera, then opened her mouth in an unheard 
moan as her hips gyrated and humped against the chair. 
After the woman's orgasm was over she stood up and 
sheepishly straightened her clothes then hurried from 
the room.
 
Dave turned from the monitor just in time to see the 
two 'security officers' begin their 'full body cavity 
search' of his naked mother.  Dave stroked his hard 
cock through his trousers as he watched the two girls 
finish their extensive examination of his mother's 
body cavities. Dave unzipped his pants and stroked his 
hard cock directly when the girls insisted that his 
mom return the favor and examine their body cavities.  
When they were done Dave walked across the small room 
and repositioned his mother so she was bent over at 
the waist with her chest was laying on the desk and 
her legs spread as far as they would go.  As he 
unbuckled his belt with one hand Dave gently caressed 
his mother's ass, sticky thighs and wet pussy with the 
other. 
 
Once his hard cock was liberated from the confines of 
his trousers Dave, holding his cock at its base rubbed 
his cockhead up and down his mother's open wet cunt.  
Then Dave smiled at the two 'security officers', who 
were watching with rapt attention, as he slipped his 
cock slowly into Martha's pussy.  The two security 
officers decided to practice their 'body cavity 
search' techniques on each other while they watched 
the mother and son fuck. Dave was sure that the moans 
and groans, as well as the smell, generated by their 
fucking could be detected clear out into the mall.
 
Dave watched the two girls sucking on each other's 
cunts while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his 
mother's pussy.  Dave fucked with body pounding force 
until Martha's moans reached an almost ear splitting 
intensity and her well muscled cunt walls grabbed and 
milked his cock while she came, rotating her hips in 
small circles against his crotch and hanging onto the 
far edge of the desk with booth hands.  When his own 
orgasm started Dave pulled his cock from his mother's 
cunt and spewed his cum on the two girls who were 
licking each other's wet pussies.
 
Dave watched the two 'security officers' grind their 
bodies against each other as their cunt muffled moans 
announced their own orgasms.  All four of them sat 
looking at each other in semi-embarrassment as they 
caught their breaths and began to put their clothes 
back on.  Dave gave his mom the corset to wear, and a 
short sleeveless dress to wear over it.  The dress was 
the only item Dave purchased that covered his mother's 
body with any degree of modesty.  The item that made 
the dress attractive for Dave was the zipper that ran 
down the entire front of the dress allowing it to be 
opened to completely expose her body.  Dave unzipped 
the dress far enough to expose her breasts which were 
being held up and displayed by the corset. 
 
Dave stepped back and looked at his mother in her new 
clothes then, after turning to the two girls and 
getting nods of approval from them, took his mother by 
the arm and escorted her out of the office then 
through the store and into the mall.  Martha smiled as 
they walked through the crowded mall, she always 
enjoyed a good fuck, especially one from her son.  
Dave put his arm around his mother's waist and allowed 
his had to rest on her butt, giving her a gentle 
squeeze now and then as they strolled through the mall 
stopping now and then to look into the windows of the 
stores.  Martha looked at their reflections in the 
windows and admired her son's selection of slutty 
clothes for her to wear.
 
With each step the dress shifted just enough to allow 
first one nipple, then the other to peak into view 
then slip back into hiding again.  With each shift of 
the dress across her nipples, they would harden more 
and more, until they ached to be sucked.  This action 
of the dress across her sensitive nipples combined 
with the lusty stares of men passing by, and the 
disapproving stares of the men's wives, worked 
together to keep Martha's cunt wet and ready for 
another fuck.
 
"I want to find a set of books for you and the coach 
for your wedding present" Dave announced as he 
directed his mother into a small bookstore. Every few 
minutes, as they walked around the store, Dave reached 
over and pulled the zipper on his mother's dress down 
another inch exposing more of her breasts that were 
being held and displayed by the black corset.  A young 
man with a growing bulge in his pants walked over to 
them.
 
"Can I help you with anything?" He asked without 
taking his eyes from Martha's hard nipples. "Anything 
at all?"
 
"Yes," Dave answered firmly squeezing his mother's 
butt. "I'm looking for the 'Beauty' series. You know, 
the ones written by Ann Rice."  Dave waited for a 
response then spoke up again louder. "Do you have 
those books?" 
 
"Ahh..." The clerk finally pulled his eyes from 
Martha's nipples. "Yes, ah, we have those, ah, follow 
me." The clerk turned reluctantly and led Dave and his 
mother to the back of the store.  As they followed the 
clerk Dave pulled the zipper all the way down so her 
dress hung open exposing not only her breasts but also 
her pubic hair and pouting cunt lips below the corset. 
 
"I think these are what you are looking f..." The 
clerk turned as he was speaking. Dave, standing behind 
his mother was holding the dress open giving the clerk 
a full and unobstructed view of his mothers corseted 
body.  The clerk's mouth hung open and his hand slowly 
sank to his side at which time the three books slipped 
from his grip and fell to the floor.  While the clerk 
watched Dave, with his chin resting on his mother's 
shoulder and his head beside hers ran his hands up her 
corseted stomach and pinched her already hard nipples. 
Then, smiling at the clerk, Dave ran his hands down 
his mother's front and pushed them between her legs 
spreading her cunt lips and exposing her erect 
clitoris.  Martha leaned back against her son and 
rotated her hips against his hard cock just like she 
had done earlier at home in front of the mirror.
 
As the clerk continued to stare in open mouthed 
disbelieve, Dave pulled his mother's legs apart and 
fucked two fingers in and out of her wet cunt.  Dave 
and his mother heard a gurgling sound, almost a 
strangling sound coming from the clerk's throat.  They 
saw the lump in his trousers twitch then watched as 
the wet spot spread darkening the light colored 
material.
 
"Oh God." The clerk moaned as he quickly covered his 
still twitching cock in embarrassment.  Martha slowly 
licked her lips then smiled at the clerk. 
 
"Would you," Dave asked the clerk as he removed his 
fingers from his mother cunt and brought them up to 
her mouth to be licked clean, "like to fuck my mother 
in exchange for those books?"  The clerk, who's cock 
had, obviously, not lost any of its hardness, despite 
its recent spewing of cum into his pants, nodded his 
head in mute assent to Dave's proposition.  Dave, his 
fingers now licked clean, moved them back to his 
mother's crotch where he stroked her large erect 
clitoris like it was a small penis, eliciting a deep 
throaty moan from his mother.
 
"I'm sure my mom would love to pay for her wedding 
present by fucking your brains out."  Dave informed 
the clerk giving his mother a quick kiss on the neck 
as he continued stroking her clitoris.
 
"Oh god yes," Martha moaned, "I'm so horny I would 
fuck a dog if you brought one in here."
 
"That's fine mom," Dave answered her, "but for right 
now just fuck the clerk." Dave released his mother and 
she stepped forward and, taking the clerk by the hand 
headed for the door leading into the storeroom.  
"Mom," Dave called to her causing her to stop and turn 
toward her son.
 
"Yes honey?" she asked.
 
"Do it right here on the floor." Dave pointed to a 
spot right at his feet hidden from the passers by in 
the mall only by a shelf of books. 
 
"Why of course honey." Martha said sweetly to her son 
despite the redness spreading over her face and chest.  
Martha pushed the clerk to the floor then, straddling 
him, unzipped his pants and pulled his still hard cock 
into view.  Holding his cock with one hand and 
supporting herself with the other hand on the floor 
beside the clerk's head, Martha lifted herself up then 
lowered her cunt onto the clerk's cock.  The clerk 
moaned incomprehensibly as his cock was engulfed by 
the wettest, hottest cunt he had ever fucked. 
 
Martha leaned forward placing one hand on each side of 
the clerk's head and began a slow figure eight 
gyration of her hips never rising her crotch from 
close contact with the clerks.  The clerk mumbled, 
then screamed gibberish as his cock was milked my 
Martha's well trained cunt muscles.  His head shook 
back and fourth more and more rapidly until his whole 
body seemed to vibrate under Martha's crotch.
 
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming, I'm cuming." The clerk 
shrieked at the top of his lungs as his body spasmed 
three times and shot cum into the cunt that gripped 
his cock so tightly.
 
"Oh fucking god so am I." Martha's shriek joined the 
clerk's as her body tightened and her hips jerked 
sharply forward and backward several times looking 
almost as if she was trying to rip the clerk's cock 
from his body with her cunt.
 
"Come on mom, we have to go now." Dave said to his 
mother as he pulled her from the almost delirious 
clerk.  After zipping her dress all the way to the 
neck, and picking up the three books, Dave quickly 
walked his mother and her still dripping pussy from 
the store just as the mall security guards arrived to 
investigate the screaming.
 
"I think," Dave said as they headed for the car, 
"we've done enough shopping for today."
 
"Yes," his mother agreed, "why don't we go home and 
fuck?" 
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


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don't read it.
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it.
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don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Slave Sister Part Eleven
"Vicki's Punishment"
By Norm DePloom
 
"Please Fran," Vickie begged with a whine that was 
rapidly becoming very irritating to Fran, "I don't 
want you to be mad at me." Vickie hurried breathless 
from trying to talk and keep up with Fran's determined 
steps. "I told you because I thought you would get a 
kick out of it." Fran suddenly stopped and spun 
around. By the time Vickie arrested her momentum she 
was standing face-to-face and tit-to-tit with Fran 
staring into the eyes she had loved since she first 
saw Fran.
 
"Listen you fucking little tramp," Fran hissed at her 
best friend turned slave, trying to keep her voice low 
so the kids swarming around them heading towards the 
main school entrance would not hear. "You're the one 
who wanted to be a fucking slave, you volunteered for 
this." Vickie hung her head in shame as she listened 
to her best friend turned mistress and love object 
read her the riot act for misbehaving. Vickie swore to 
herself that she would do anything to get Fran to like 
her again, and if Fran would just forgive her she 
would never, ever, disobey again.
 
"I don't know a lot about this sex slave stuff," Fran 
admitted in a softer voice, "but I do know that having 
unauthorized sex is a major infraction and has to be 
punished." Fran could barely keep a straight face, she 
struggled to keep from giggling. Fran put her arm 
around Vickie and walked her over to the low concrete 
retaining wall surrounding the raised yard area in 
front of the school where they sat down in the morning 
sun.
 
"It was good for you to tell me, and the proper thing 
for you to do as my slave," Fran continued, "but now 
I'm going to have to punish you." Fran put her hand 
under Vickie's chin and lifted her head so she could 
see her eyes. "I have to," she emphasized, "it's my 
job as your mistress. If I didn't punish you I would 
not be fulfilling my role as your mistress." Fran 
smiled at Vickie and got a weak smile back.
 
"I promise," Vickie said sniffing back her tears, and 
looking Fran solemnly in her eyes, "that I'll never, 
ever disobey you again." Vickie held her fingers up in 
a mock scout salute.
 
"Bullshit," Fran replied with a grin, "you are such a 
little slut that you could never refrain from 
unauthorized sexual activity. That's why Dave put that 
padlock on your cunt." Fran sighed like the load was 
almost too large for her. "I'm just going to have to 
think up a whole bunch of punishments for you." Both 
girls giggled and hugged like the best friends they 
still were.
 
"Here's what I want you to do." Fran spoke becoming 
very serious, visibly shifting from 'best friend' to 
'mistress'. "Go to the Coach's office. He'll let you 
use his copy machine. You are authorized to engage in 
whatever sexual activity he desires." Fran glanced at 
Vickie to insure she was listening. "Make up a 'Why I 
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form and make about 
a hundred copies of it." At the mention of whipping 
Vickie became much more attentive, Fran wasn't sure 
whether it was from anticipation of fear. "You are to 
pass them out to every one who wants one. They are due 
back on Thursday. The winner of the essay contest will 
be allowed to whip you as part of the pre-marriage 
ceremony on Saturday."
 
"Thank you, mistress." Vickie spoke staring humbly 
down at the sidewalk. "You're the best mistress a 
slave could want."
 
"If you want to kiss my ass," Fran responded, "wait 
until we get home and do it for real." Vickie grinned 
at Fran then hurried off in the direction of the 
Coach's office.
 
Fran sat and brooded for several minutes. She was used 
to having Dave's attention in the morning. Sure he had 
fucked her first thing this morning, but it wasn't the 
same, he was noticeably distracted. All the time he 
was pumping his cock in and out of her cunt he was 
talking enthusiastically about what he was going to do 
with their mother that day. If there was one thing 
that Fran just could not stand it was not being the 
main focus of whoever was fucking her. This was the 
first time since her brother had first raped her that 
she had been left unsatisfied by one of his fuckings. 
 
The Coach had fingered her still sticky cunt all the 
way to school but that seemed to only make matters 
worse. God damn, she thought, he didn't even make me 
wear rubber bands or weights on my nipples this 
morning. Fran was on the verge of tears. How dare he 
ignore me so he can play with our slut mother, Fran 
thought. Fran felt sorry for Vickie, she knew that her 
own frustration was causing her to treat Vickie worse 
than she normally would. Fran felt a depression coming 
on. She desperately needed a good fucking but did not 
feel that she could depend on her brother and master 
to have made arrangements for her needs to be met.
 
Just as Fran's thoughts reached their darkest she was 
distracted by a small white disk that came flying over 
her head and landed on the sidewalk between her feet. 
The disk spun on its edge for a moment then slowly 
wobbled like a coin and finally laid flat on the 
concrete. Fran stared at the red 'FF' that stood for 
'Fran Fucker', the badge that was supposed to give its 
bearer total access to Fran's body. Fran craned her 
neck and looked up over her shoulder to see Steve, 
Carla's brother staring down at her with a silly grin 
on his face.
 
"Dave said you were supposed to come with me." Steve 
handed Fran a folded up piece of paper, then continued 
as Fran unfolded it. "He said you were to help me, and 
that I could have you any time I wanted during the 
day." Fran glanced up from the note and saw Steve's 
face turn red with embarrassment. Gees, Fran thought, 
this guy has been involved in gang fucking me twice 
and he's blushing.
 
Fran looked back down at the note.
 
Fran,
Go (and cum) with Steve today
Dave
 
Fran did not even have to look at the name at the 
bottom, the handwriting and the stupid joke were 
enough to tell her that this note did indeed come from 
her brother. Fran looked back up at Steve.
 
"We'll, what are we doing today?" Fran asked wondering 
why she would be given to the brother of her worst 
tormentor for the day. Steve jumped down from the low 
retaining wall and sat beside Fran.
 
"We're going to cut classes this morning and go get 
some compromising pictures and video's of Carla." 
Steve grinned evilly at Fran. "I promised Dave I'd get 
pictures that Carla would do abso-fucking-lutely any 
thing to keep from being made public." Fran began to 
share Steve's evil grin as she tried to imagine Carla 
doing anything that would put her in jeopardy of 
blackmail. Fran leaned towards Steve and, after 
snaking her tongue in and out of his ear said, "Let's 
go".
 
As they stood up Fran began to think that Steve's 
blushes were 'kinda' cute. Fran and Steve walked arm 
in arm out to the student parking lot, where they got 
into Steve's old beat up Volkswagen bus and drove in 
embarrassed silence to Steve's house.
  
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Vickie hurried to the Coach's office eager to prepare 
her contest forms and get back in time for first 
period. As Vickie entered his office the Coach looked 
up and smiled at her, then raised his eyebrows 
questioningly. 
 
"Fran said that you would let me use your copy 
machine." Vickie said looking at the Coach hopefully, 
when the Coach did not respond she continued. "She 
also said I was to participate in whatever sexual 
activities you wanted." Vickie added with a sly wink.
 
"What is it you need to copy?" the Coach asked as he 
stood and walked around to lean against the front of 
his desk. Vickie did not fail to notice the bulge 
growing in his Dockers. Vickie pulled out a piece of 
notebook paper and explained the "Why I want to whip 
Vickie" essay contest to the coach. 
 
"What are you being punished for?" Vickie's bravado 
wilted under the Coach's practiced glare.
 
"I disobeyed." She said meekly.
 
"What did you do?" The Coach continued his 
interrogation. 
 
"I fu...ah...I...ah...had sex when I wasn't supposed 
to." The red-faced Vickie answered staring at the 
floor.
 
"You managed to fuck with your cunt locked shut?" The 
Coach asked with amazement.
 
"No. I...ah...I had...ah...anal..." Vickie stammered 
with growing humiliation.
 
"You let somebody fuck your ass without your mistress' 
permission?" The coach asked bluntly.
 
"Yes." Vickie said relieved that the facts were now 
out. 
 
"OK," The Coach continued, "You can use my office to 
make up your form and print copies of it. Why don't 
you use my PC," the Coach gestured at the computer 
setting on his desk, "and make it a really official 
looking entry form?" The Coach locked the door to his 
office, "but you have to do it naked, and with my cock 
up your ass."
 
Vickie could barely contain her excitement. She had 
not confided this in anyone yet, but Dave had 
definitely locked the wrong orifice. Ever since the 
first time a boy had slipped his cock into her back 
hole Vickie had been a real 'anal' slut, preferring to 
have a cock in her ass than one in her cunt. 
 
The Coach walked back behind his desk and after 
dropping his trousers and boxer shorts around his 
ankles sat in his desk chair with his large hard cock 
sticking straight up and waiting with eager spasmodic 
jerks for Vickie's tight ass. Vickie, only wearing a 
T-shirt and short skirt, was naked and kneeling in 
front of the coach almost before his trousers hit the 
floor.
 
Vickie firmly massaged the Coach's balls and cock 
while she swirled her tongue around his cockhead. 
Then, without taking her lips from his cock, Vickie 
pulled her purse over and felt around inside it until 
her hand immerged with a small bottle of sex 
lubricant. No anal slut should leave home without it, 
she thought as she pulled her mouth from the large 
hard cock and began to rub the clear jell over the 
twitching rod.
 
Once Vickie was satisfied with the slickness of the 
Coach's cock she stood up and, after turning around so 
the Coach could view the action, cocked her leg up and 
wiped the excess lubricant onto her tight crinkled 
hole. As she started to lower her self onto the 
Coach's waiting erection, the Coach put his hands on 
her waist and guided her shiny glistening hole onto 
the head of his equally shiny cock.
 
Vickie and the Coach sighed in unison as his rock hard 
cock slipped into her tight hot ass. Vickie leaned 
back and, resting her head on the Coach's shoulder 
slowly gyrated her hips grinding her stretched 
sphincter on the Coach's kinky pubic hair.
 
"Oh God," Vickie moaned, "I love hard cock up my ass." 
While Vickie gyrated on his hard cock the Coach 
reached around her and played with the small gold 
padlock holding her cunt lips closed. Vickie reached 
up and ran her hand through the Coach's hair then, 
turning her head, pulled the Coach's lips to hers and 
fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth.
 
"Don't you think you better get busy on that 'Why I 
Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form?" The Coach 
asked breaking off their deep tongue kiss. Moaning, 
Vickie rocked forward and began to type on the 
computer keyboard while she continued gyrating her 
hips and grinding her ass on the Coach's cock.
 
Every time Vickie got distracted from her form 
designing task, the Coach would pinch one of her 
nipples until she winced then direct her to get back 
to work. In between nipple pinches the Coach caressed 
her back, sides and thighs with his right hand and 
stroked her clitoris with his left. During all of this 
the Coach looked over Vickie's shoulder and gave her 
advice and suggestions for her form. The form 
designing and ass fucking lasted for almost a half 
hour before Vickie was ready to hit the 'print' icon 
and send her masterpiece to the printer.
 
As soon as the printer started Vickie turned her upper 
body and brought her lips to the coaches and sucked 
his tongue onto her panting mouth. While she sucked on 
the Coach's tongue, Vickie began to pump her ass up 
and down the length of his hard cock. As her orgasm 
approached Vickie abandoned the Coach's tongue and, 
turning back around placed one hand on each of the 
chair's arms and with her feet beside the coach's 
thighs on the seat began to pump her whole body up and 
down. The Coach looked down between their sweaty 
bodies and watched his cock slipping into and out off 
the young girls tight, stretched ass, as he held onto 
her hips to help support her. 
 
"Oh god," Vickie screamed, "Fuck my hot ass Coach. 
Fuck my ass hard." The chair began to jump and slid 
around on the floor with each of Vickie's thrusts on 
and off of the Coach's cock. Afraid that the chair 
might collapse the Coach got his feet under him then 
in one swift move stood up and pushed Vickie face down 
onto his desk beside the computer monitor. Still 
holding onto her hips the Coach slammed his cock in 
and out of Vickie's ass with such force that his desk 
scooted an inch across the floor with each thrust. 
 
Burying his cock into her ass for one final time the 
coach grabbed a handful of Vickie's hair and, pulling 
her head up off the desk yelled "Take my cum you dirty 
little whore bitch", then shot his cum into her 
bowels. 
 
"God yes, fuck my slutty ass." Vickie screamed back as 
she ground her ass against the Coach's crotch. Then 
the coach collapsed on top of Vickie with his cock 
still buried inside her. When their heads quit 
swimming the Coach stood up and pulled Vickie off the 
desk onto her knees facing him. 
 
"I don't have time to go wash, so lick my cock clean 
for me." Without hesitation Vickie began licking the 
Coach's cock and balls.
 
------------------------- 
 
As Fran and Steve walked into his bedroom, Steve 
rapidly picked up several pieces of dirty underwear 
from the floor and, blushing even more than before, 
tossed them into his closet and closed the door. Fran 
sat down on Steve's unmade bed and looked at him 
expectantly, causing another blush from the teenage 
boy.
 
"What are we doing here?" She finally asked. "And why 
would you help us get back at Carla?"
 
"Carla may be my sister," Steve answered staring at 
Fran's T-shirt covered nipples while he pulled a 
straight back chair over and sat in front of Fran, 
"but she is a fucking bitch and I'd love to help you 
guys get even." Steve licked his lips before 
continuing. Fran smiled to herself enjoying the boy's 
embarrassment. "Besides Dave told me I would be 
forever banned from fu...ah...having sex with you if I 
didn't."
 
"And if you did," Fran continued for him, "you'd get 
to have me all to yourself for the day. Right?" Steve 
nodded his head yes, still staring at her chest. Fran 
rolled her eyes then, grabbing the bottom of her T-
shirt stripped it over her head and tossed it aside in 
one fluid motion, exposing her bare breasts topped 
with large red, hard nipples. Fran almost giggled out 
loud when she saw Steve's mouth drop open.
 
"You've seen these before." Fran stated as she cupped 
her breasts and held them out toward Steve. "You've 
seen a whole lot more than that." Fran paused to give 
what she hoped was a seductive look, which was totally 
lost on the blushing boy.
 
"Hey Steve," Fran released her breasts and put both 
hands on Steve's knees, "you've fucked me several 
times already, what's all the embarrassment about?" 
Steve looked away from Fran his blush growing even 
deeper. "Come on, Steve, tell me." Fran's voice took 
on a demanding tone that she had been practicing on 
Vickie.
 
"I...I've...never been alone with a girl before." 
Steve finally admitted. Fran's face softened when she 
heard the boy's admission.
 
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Fran asked seriously 
then grinned, "Other than me at Dave's little orgies I 
mean." Fran's face turned more serious again. "You've 
never fucked a girl just you and her?" Steve shook his 
head 'no'. "Well, you just let me take care of that." 
Fran said as she dropped down onto her knees and began 
to unbuckle his belt.
 
"Now," Fran continued as she pulled his cock from his 
pants and began to stroke it with her hand. "I'm going 
to suck on your cock for awhile," Fran paused to swirl 
her tongue around the swelling head of Steve's growing 
cock., "and I want you to think of something that you 
never thought you'd be able to ask a girl to do." Fran 
enveloped his entire half-hard cock in her wet mouth 
then released the cock and licked up and down its 
underside. 
 
"Remember I'm your sex slave for today," Fran looked 
directly into Steve's eyes as she continued to stroke 
his now wet and fully erect cock. "And I have to do 
what ever you want." Fran felt Steve's cock twitch in 
her hand as she emphasized 'have to'. Fran once again 
pulled his cock into her mouth and swirled her expert 
tongue around its head. With her left hand Fran firmly 
stroked the base of Steve's cock and with her right 
hand she massaged his balls.
 
"Oh Godddddd." Steve moaned then shot his first spurt 
of cum into Fran's throat. Fran held his cock and 
balls while she sucked every drop of cum from him. 
When his cock stopped twitching Fran remained kneeling 
between his knees and laid her head on his thigh while 
she watched his cock begin to shrink in her hand.
 
"Did you think of anything special you want me to do?" 
Fran looked up at Steve.
 
"Yes, there is one thing," Steve said still 
embarrassed at the thought of what he was going to ask 
her. "But it will have to wait, we have to get things 
ready for Carla."
 
Fran, wearing only her short skirt and with her naked 
breasts gently bouncing and swaying with each step, 
followed Steve out into the back yard where they hid a 
microphone in some bushes beside the patio. Then they 
carefully ran the wire through the bushes and behind 
patio furniture then up the downspout and into Steve's 
second story bedroom window. Or more accurately Steve 
hid the microphone and ran the wire while Fran helped 
by rubbing her bare breasts against him and massaged 
his bulging crotch whenever she got the chance.
 
"How come your dogs in a cage?" Fran asked pointing to 
the large St Bernard as she 'helped' Steve with his 
work.
 
"That's not a cage, that's a dog run." Fran shrugged 
her shoulders unable to see the distinction.
 
When they finished they went back to Steve's room and 
set up a video camera and a still camera. The cameras 
were barely in place before they heard Carla enter the 
house and shout hello a few times to verify that the 
house was empty. Steve signaled Fran to be quite as 
they stood behind the bedroom door so Carla would not 
see them as she went into her bedroom then came out a 
few minutes later completely nude and headed down the 
stairs.
 
As soon as Carla was down the stairs Fran and Steve 
moved to their positions, Fran running the video 
camera and Steve the still camera. Carla walked across 
the patio then laid down on the chase lounge right 
beside the bush where they had hidden the microphone.
 
Zooming in for a close up shot Fran taped Carla as she 
rubbed suntan lotion onto her body. Carla started at 
her feet and worked her way up her calves and thighs, 
avoiding her cunt for now, and over her stomach. Fran 
decided that Carla must have been concerned about her 
breasts getting too much sun since she spent the next 
fifteen minutes applying lotion to them, especially 
the now hard nipples.
 
Steve adjusted the sound level to insure they would 
record every moan now coming from Carla's throat as 
she moved her lotion applying activity back down over 
her stomach then, after spreading her legs 
concentrated on her cunt. Fran almost giggled as she 
taped Carla's orgasmic moans and gyrations. As the 
gyrations died down Fran removed her eye from the 
camera's eyepiece and pulled her own skirt out of the 
way so she could give her own wet cunt a few quick 
strokes.
 
"Wait," Steve whispered, "she's not done yet." Fran 
reluctantly abandoned her own dripping pussy to 
continue recording Carla's activity just in time to 
catch her standing up and walking naked across the 
yard to release the dog from the run. The St Bernard 
nuzzled Carla's crotch all the way back to the chase 
lounge. Carla would giggle and tell the dog to wait 
each time his cold nose was pushed into her crotch.
 
Fran watched through the zoom lens of the camera as 
Carla lay back down on the chase lounge then said 
'here boy' and invited the dog between her legs. The 
dog, obviously no stranger to Carla's pussy, began to 
lap at her cunt with his large wet tongue. Soon 
Carla's body was trembling and twitching and her head 
was jerking back and forth.
 
"Oh god lick my cunt Buster," she began to moan, "lick 
my hot cunt." Carla reached down and scratched the 
dog's ears as his tongue worked up and down her open 
cunt. "Make your sweetie cum Buster, make me cum 
hard." Now Fran understood why Carla would do 'abso-
fucking-lutely', to quote Steve, anything to keep 
these pictures secret. As she taped Buster licking his 
mistress through another body jerking orgasm Fran, 
almost, felt sorry for Carla.
 
After her clandestine show was over Carla scratched 
Buster's head and told him what a good dog he was then 
put him back in his run.  Fran and Steve once again 
stood behind his bedroom door as Carla went into her 
room and came out dressed a few minutes later and left 
the house. When Fran heard the front door slam shut 
she wasn't sure if she wanted to roll on the floor 
with laughter, or rape the poor boy who was now at her 
mercy.
 
"Well," Fran asked as she dropped her skirt and stood 
in front of Steve totally naked thrusting her breasts 
out as far as she could, "what is this thing you want 
me to do?" Steve blushed again and looked at the 
floor. 
 
"Could you stand by the bed with your legs spread and 
lean way over until your head in on the mattress?" 
Steve asked without looking up. Fran's expression 
reflected her confusion. It sounded for all the world 
like Steve wanted to fuck her ass, but surely he had 
already done that at one of the 'Weekly Fran Fucks' 
sponsored by Dave. Or, at the very least he'd seen the 
other guys doing it.
 
Oh well, Fran though as she turned around and assumed 
the requested position, if this is what he wants I'll 
let him have it. Steve, with his trousers still on 
knelt behind Fran and with a gentle reverent touch ran 
his hands over her legs and butt. Fran watched upside 
down from between her legs as Steve parted her butt 
cheeks and slowly brought his mouth to her ass. 
 
Steve ran his tongue quickly and lightly over and 
around Fran's crinkled sphincter for several minutes 
before he stiffened his tongue and began to push it 
into her rear hole. Fran was overwhelmed both with the 
wonderful feelings being generated by the soft 
referent tongue action and by the attitude of almost 
worship from Steve. His caressing of Fran's legs and 
butt grew more robust as Steve's tongue fucking of her 
asshole grew more and more fevered.
 
"Oh yes Steve, that's wonderful." Fran moaned as she 
reached back and began to finger her cunt while she 
arched her back to make her asshole more available to 
her young worshiper. "Oh god that feels good...don't 
stop...oh 
yes...oh...godddd...oooooooooyesssssssss...yes...yes..
.yes...do it...oh god...oh...oh...oh...GOD DAMN THAT 
FEELS FUCKING GREAT." Fran's hips began to jerk in 
sharp fucking motions as her vocalizations degenerated 
into a long guttural scream, followed by Fran's 
collapsing on the bed panting. Steve sat in the chair 
and watched Fran as she recovered from her body 
shaking orgasm.
 
"That's what you wanted to do?" Fran asked as she sat 
up on the edge of the bed.
 
"No," Steve grinned shyly, "I was just demonstrating 
what I want you to do to me."
 
"After an orgasm like that, I'll do anything." Fran 
answered as she stood up and made room for Steve to 
remove his trousers and assumed the same position Fran 
had just been in. Fran knelt behind Steve and began 
with the same reverent caresses of his thighs and butt 
as he had given to her. Then, spreading his butt, Fran 
brought her mouth to his ass and showered it with 
light almost tickling licks before she also stiffened 
her tongue and began to work it into the tight hole.
 
As Fran fucked her tongue in and out of his rapidly 
loosening sphincter she massaged his balls and cock 
with firm strokes. Fran continued working her tongue 
in his ass and stroking his cock until she felt his 
sphincter muscle clamping down on her tongue and her 
waiting hand being filled with his sticky hot cum.
 
After his orgasm, it was Fran's turn to sit in the 
chair and wait for Steve to catch his breath. Fran sat 
patiently until Steve sat up on the edge of the bed 
then, after showing him what she still held in her 
hand, brought her hand up to her mouth and poured his 
cum from her palm onto her waiting tongue. After 
swallowing the portion of his cum that dripped onto 
her tongue Fran, while continuing to stare directly 
into his eyes rubbed the rest on her naked breasts 
like it was suntan lotion.
 
"Remind you of anybody you know?" Fran asked with a 
sly grin after she imitated Carla's moaning.
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.


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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, 
don't read it. 
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it. 
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it. 
 
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com.
 
Slave Sister Part Twelve
"Slave's Revenge"
by
Norm DePloom
 
After Steve watched Fran rub his cum into her breasts 
and imitate his sister's masturbatory moans he jumped 
up from the bed and moved to the window where the 
cameras were still set up and ready to go.
 
"Hey, I've got a great idea."  Fran stopped her breast 
rubbing and moaning and turned toward Steve with a 
questioning look.  "You go down to the patio and do 
yourself on the lounge and I'll film it on the same 
tape with Carla." 
 
"Well..." Fran responded questioningly.
 
"Hey, it's ok."  Steve assured her. "This tape is 
going directly to Dave." Steve looked over at Fran. 
"Really, I won't even get a copy of it." 
 
"OK" Fran finally agreed with a grin. Then stood up 
and walked towards the door.
 
"Oo...Oo...I got a great idea." Steve said grabbing 
her arm and pulling her to a stop.  "Follow me." He 
demanded as he pulled Fran out of his room and to the 
door to Carla's room. "Hang on." Steve said after he 
wiggled the locked doorknob.  "I'll be right back with 
my key."  Steve returned from his room with a 
screwdriver.  Getting down on one knee Steve examined 
the shaft of the doorknob closely then placed the 
screwdriver blade carefully against it.  One sharp 
'thunk' of his palm against the screwdriver handle and 
the knob popped off of Carla's bedroom door and spun 
on the floor.  Steve stuck the blade into the hollow 
shaft and twisted the screwdriver.  Just as Fran heard 
the hollow thump of the inside knob popping out of the 
locked position the door swung open and Steve led Fran 
into his sister's room.  Steve opened the top drawer 
of Carla's dresser and fished around behind her 
panties until his hand emerged holding a large 
vibrator.
 
"Why don't you use her very own personal vibrator."  
Steve suggested as he turned to grin at Fran.
 
"Carla makes a big deal about being a virgin." Fran 
said thoughtfully as she took the vibrator from Steve 
and stroked it as if it was a cock.  "It's obvious her 
virginity is just a technicality." Anxious to get the 
filming started Steve took Fran by the arm and tried 
to pull her from the room. Steve's arm seemed to 
stretch then pull him back into the room as Fran stood 
motionless in deep thought.
 
"I've got a better idea..." Fran informed Steve
 
Steve listened to Fran's plan with growing excitement, 
and a growing dick. Yes, he thought repeatedly as she 
gave instructions, yes yes.  Steve, ignoring his naked 
and erect state, ran out into the back yard and 
collected the microphone.  Then, after collecting the 
cameras and some lights he rushed back to his sister's 
room.  God, he thought as he stopped to stroke his 
throbbing cock every few minutes, this is going to be 
fucking great. 
 
When Steve re-entered Carla's room he found Fran 
dressed in his sister's favorite nightgown.  Lying on 
the bed with her back to the door and the pillow 
hiding her hair, Fran looked very much like Carla.  
Steve set up the lights, then the video camera.
 
"Are you ready?" He asked the girl on the bed as he 
set the microphone down on the dresser, just out of 
the camera's frame.  He heard a muffled 'Uh-hu' from 
the bed and turned on the video camera.  "OK, action."  
Steve picked up the still camera and began to snap 
pictures with his left hand while he stroked himself 
with his right.
 
Fran slowly turned onto her back and, keeping her head 
hidden by the pillow ran her hands over her nightgown-
covered breasts, then down her stomach to her thighs.  
Doing her best 'Carla moan', Fran slowly pulled the 
night gown off her thighs then, after slowly lifting 
and spreading her legs, began to rub her cunt in slow 
circles with her open hand.  Fran rubbed her wet cunt 
and large sensitive clitoris while carefully keeping 
her legs at the proper angle to hide her smooth shaved 
pussy from the camera.
 
Reaching over her head Fran retrieved the vibrator 
from the bedside table. After flipping the switch to 
'high' she began to rub it over her hard, still 
nightgown-covered, nipples.  Fran ran the vibrator 
down her stomach and began to run little circles 
around her clitoris with the vibrating plastic 
appliance.  Her moans grew deeper and more raucous but 
continued to sound remarkably like Carla's.
 
"Oh God," Fran almost shouted as she slipped the 
vibrator into her open wet cunt.  Still trying to 
sound like Carla, Fran continued. "Fuck me Steve. Fuck 
you're sister."  Steve's cock throbbed when he heard 
Fran say 'fuck your sister'.  Steve continued to tape 
Fran's impersonation of his sister fucking herself 
with her vibrator for another five minutes before the 
strain got too much for him and he abandoned the still 
camera to join Fran on the bed.
 
"Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me." Fran yelled as he 
climbed onto the bed, making only a token effort to 
continue impersonating Carla through her own very real 
lust.  "Oh God, yes." Fran shouted as Steve's cock 
slipped into her dripping cunt. "That feels so fucking 
good."  Steve pushed the nightgown up baring Fran's 
breasts and hard nipples for his eager sucking mouth.  
Fran and Steve, wanting to perpetuate the illusion 
that she was Carla, continued to hide her head and her 
hairless cunt while they fucked for the camera. 
 
"Fill your sister with incestuous cum brother." Fran 
demanded through her orgasmic moans as she felt 
Steve's body tighten and his cock twitch, filling her 
hot cunt with his thick white liquid.  "Oh god yes," 
Fran continued, "I love fucking my brother." She 
finished honestly.
 
Steve and Fran lay in each other's arms for a few 
minutes catching their breaths.  Then Steve, his 
softening cock still dripping cum, climbed out of the 
bed and walked behind the camera.  Fran ran her hands 
slowly over her crotch and thighs, rubbing the sex 
juices into her skin and moaning soft relaxed 'after 
orgasm' moans.
 
"I never knew how much fun it could be to fuck my own 
brother." She said still hiding her head from the 
camera. "Until I tried it."  After a moment for 
dramatic effect Fran peeked over the edge of the 
pillow directly into the camera lens. "And you should 
try it too Carla."  Fran winked at the camera before 
continuing, "Steve is one hell of a good fuck."  Fran 
picked up Carla's vibrator and looked at it 
critically.  "Much better than this nasty old 
vibrator."
 
Fran swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat 
up.  After spreading her legs Fran ran the vibrator up 
and down her smooth, shaved cunt.  "I'll load it up 
with Steve's cum for you."  Fran leaned her head back 
enjoying the feel of the vibrator tip penetrating 
slightly between her wet cunt lips. "So Carla," Fran 
continued as she stared into the camera lens once 
again, her hand still moving the vibrator over her 
pussy. "By the time you see this tape you'll have 
already fucked your brother, at least symbolically."  
Fran grinned at the camera.  "And I've pretty well 
fucked you now, symbolically of course."  Fran's grin 
spread across her face.  "Just remember, the best is 
yet to come."
 
Steve turned off the video camera and the two of them 
began to laugh almost hysterically.  As the laughter 
died down they put the cameras back into Steve's room 
and straightened Carla's room.
 
"I hope she doesn't wash that before she uses it." 
Fran said as Steve returned the vibrator to its place 
at the back of Carla's panty drawer. 
 
"No, she always washes it when she's done."  Steve 
answered automatically then stopped with his hand half 
way out of his sister's panty drawer to look over at 
Fran who was appraising him thoughtfully.
 
"And just how do you know so much about your sister's 
masturbation habits?" Fran asked putting on a mock 
maternal sternness.  She almost giggled when Steve 
blushed and stared at the floor before answering.
 
"I'll show you." He said with obvious embarrassment as 
he closed his sister's panty drawer and took Fran back 
into his own room. Taking Fran into his closet Steve 
closed the door behind them.  Fran heard Steve moving 
some clothes to the side and saw what looked like a 
small bright light.  "Put you eye up to it."  Steve 
suggested.  Fran moved her head closer to the back 
wall of the closet and found her self looking through 
a small hole directly at Carla's bed.  "I've been 
watching Carla masturbate almost my whole life." Fran 
could hear Steve's embarrassment in his simple 
statement.
 
As Steve opened the closet door Fran looked below the 
hole to verify the existence of what appeared to be 
several years worth of cum stain build up on the wall.  
Then she smiled at Steve and rubbed her still naked 
body against his as she pushed her way out of the 
smell closet.
 
"To bad you couldn't sneak me in there some night."  
Fran teased him with a grin. "Then you would have a 
better place to leave your cum than on the wall."  
Steve's blush seemed to spread over his entire body.  
"You really do want to fuck your sister, don't you?" 
Fran's voice became serious as she asked the question.  
Steve's all over blush darkened.
 
"Yes..." he paused not sure if he should really admit 
such a thing. "Yes, I do, I've always wanted to fuck 
her."  Fran stepped over to Steve and touched his face 
gently.  "I could tell." Fran leaned close to him and 
kissed him on the lips. "I won't tell anyone." She 
promised. "Not even Dave or Vickie." Steve smiled at 
her weakly.
 
"Thank you."
 
"But," Fran suddenly grinned at him again, "if you 
ever want help making that dream come true," Fran 
winked at him then continued, "we'd be the best ones 
for the job."  Steve returned her grin
 
"I'll let you know."  Steve looked around the room to 
make sure everything was put back in its place. "We'd 
better get dressed and get back to school." Fran took 
on an exaggerated 'slut' persona and rubbed her 
breasts against his chest then peered up at him.
 
"Are you sure you don't want me to be Carla for one 
more fuck first?"  Steve reached down and kneaded her 
buttocks with both hands.
 
"No, but if you'll be yourself I'd love to fuck you 
again before we leave." Fran wiggled her naked body 
against his.
 
"Deal." She said as she pushed her lips against his 
and slithered her tongue into his waiting mouth.

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Vickie left the Coach's office with his cum still 
dripping down her thighs. Having missed first period 
she headed for her second period class hoping to catch 
a glimpse of Fran.  Vickie wanted to see her best 
friend/mistress at least long enough to determine 
whether she was really mad or not.  Fran was not with 
the kids leaving the Geometry class.  Damn, Vickie 
thought, as she looked around then headed for her next 
room.  She was immediately stopped by two of the boys 
who had been present the previous Saturday when Fran's 
cunt had been shaved.
 
"Aren't you supposed to be handing out some contest 
forms?" one of them asked.  God, Vickie thought as she 
dug contest forms out of the front pocket of her 
backpack, word sure spreads fast around this school.
 
"The 'Why I Want to Whip Vickie' Essay Contest" one of 
them read off the form.  "Do we get to fuck you also?" 
he asked blocking her way. 
 
"I don't know." Vickie answered trying to push her way 
past him. "That's up to Fran."
 
"You mean," He continued still blocking her path, 
"that having permission to fuck Fran doesn't extend to 
you?"
 
"I know," Vickie said pulling her self up to her full 
five foot two height, "that without Fran's permission 
the only way you'll get to fuck me is to rape me."
 
"That," the other boy chimed in, "is not an entirely 
unpleasant idea." Vickie, having just had the same 
thought, paused for a moment then, shaking her head 
'no' pushed past the boys and hurried to her English 
class. 
 
Vickie spent a worried and frustrating day, handing 
out contest forms and wondering what had happened to 
her best friend/mistress.  Then, just as she was about 
to go into Mr. Roberts' American History class Fran 
and Steve suddenly appeared and sweeping her up with 
them headed to the gym. 
 
"Where..." Vickie started to ask.
 
"Shh..." Fran silenced her.  "I'll explain it all to 
you later."  They entered the gym and after joining 
Dave at the far end, handed him the videotape and 
pictures.
 
"There's some..." Fran began to explain.
 
"Shh..." Dave silenced her.  "We don't have time, 
Carla's coming right now." Just as he finished the 
door opened and Carla stepped from the bright sunlight 
into the cool gym.  After taking two or three steps 
Carla stopped and looked around.
 
"What's going on here?" she demanded.  "I was told 
that Ms. Marshal wanted to see me."
 
"Come on over here." Dave instructed.
 
"Oh no you don't." Carla backed up towards the door.  
"I'm leaving.  I'm not going to get close to you 
guys."
 
"I think you'd better look at this picture first." 
Dave warned stopping her before she opened the door.  
"It's a picture of you and, what's your dog's name 
'Buster'?"  Carla froze in her tracks a faint 'Oh god' 
was heard from her direction before she turned and 
walked slowly across the gym.  Carla took the stack of 
pictures and looked through them with trembling 
fingers. 
 
"Oh god, you can't" she moaned softly as tears began 
to roll down her cheeks.  "It's not what it looks 
like."
 
"It's not?" Dave asked with mock concern. "Well let's 
watch this video tape and see if it sheds any light on 
the topic." Dave pushed the video cartridge into the 
player and turned on the monitor.  Carla stood in 
stunned silence, occasionally shooting alternately 
threatening and pleading glances at the people around 
her, especially her brother.  Then sank slowly to sit 
on the bleacher as the video showed her putting Buster 
back into his run and walking naked back to the house.
 
"Wait." Fran almost shouted when Dave reached for the 
stop button. "There is more."  How could there be more 
Carla wondered, I came back to school after that.  As 
they watched the screen flickered several times then 
came to life showing a girl lying on a bed facing away 
from the camera.  As Carla watched the action on the 
screen she new almost instantly that it was Fran in 
her bed, wearing her nightgown and fucking herself 
with her vibrator, but she also new that most people 
could easily be convinced that it was her they were 
watching.
 
When Steve made his appearance on the screen Carla 
took a deep breath, and a quick glance at her 
brother's crotch.  She had no idea he was 
that...mature. Everyone in the room watched the screen 
with rapt attention as Steve fucked his faux sister.  
Carla tore her eyes away from the screen long enough 
to notice that everyone in the room, both male and 
female, were stroking their crotches.  Giving into her 
lust Carla pushed her hand between her legs and 
imagined that it really was her under her brother's 
sweaty body.  Yes, Carla thought as she watched Fran 
rubbing Steve's cum on her vibrator, I will fuck my 
self with his cum.
 
The show ended, and Carla realized that everyone else 
was watching her, waiting for her reaction.  Carla's 
lust subsided to be replaced with humiliation, 
humiliation and anger.  Her face burned red, Carla 
drew her self up to her full height.
 
"How dare you..." She started.  Dave picked up the 
stack of pictures and started walking towards the 
door.  "...where are you going with those?" Carla 
finished, her anger being replaced by panic.
 
"If you don't shut up and do exactly as you are told," 
Dave walked towards her menacingly, "I'm going to pin 
them up to every bulletin board on the campus."  Carla 
seemed to visibly deflate, then collapsed onto the 
bleacher sobbing.
 
"OK," Carla sniffed through her tears, "just please 
don't let anyone see those."  Dave sat beside Carla 
while Fran sat down on her other side.  They both put 
their arms around her.
 
"Here is what you are going to do..."
 
 
Carla left the gym, sniffing and desperately trying to 
think of some way to get out of what she had just been 
told she had to do.  As soon as she was gone Dave, 
Fran, Steve and Vickie turned the video back on and 
watched the whole show again.  Vickie had her hand 
down Steve's trousers stroking his hard cock.  Fran, 
while performing the same service for her brother, 
whispered in his ear until he nodded his ascent, then 
concentrated on her main duties between his legs.  
After Fran and Vickie licked their hands clean Fran 
grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him towards the 
gym door. 
 
"Vickie," Fran shouted over her shoulder, "you go home 
with Dave."  Then she turned and began to hurry Steve 
out the door.
 
"Where," Steve asked as Fran pushed and pulled him 
towards the parking lot, "are we going?"
 
"Back to your house." Fran answered still trying to 
hurry him up. "And we have to get there before Carla."  
Under Fran's continued urgings to 'hurry up' Steve 
drove them back to his house and parked, once again, 
around the corner.  Fran explained to Steve, while he 
drove, what she was hopping to accomplish.  When they 
got to his house Fran and Steve rushed up to his 
bedroom and, after quickly stripping scrunched them 
selves into his closet and closed the door.
 
Standing in Steve's closet, their naked bodies rubbing 
against each other, their excitement built and Steve's 
hard cock was already inside Fran's hot wet cunt by 
the time they heard Carla come into her bedroom.  
Taking turns peaking through the small hole, Fran and 
Steve gently and quietly fucked each other as they 
prepared to watch Steve's sister.
 
Carla looked into her brother's room, including behind 
the door, to insure he was not their this time, then 
went into her bedroom and sat sobbing on her bed.  
After the tears ran dry she lay on her bed and 
caressed herself over her clothes.  As her excitement 
built Carla slowly removed her blouse, then her bra, 
next her skirt then finally her panties.  As each part 
of her body came into view it received special 
attention from her roving hands. While Steve and Fran 
fucked and took turns watching Carla spread her legs 
and fucked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt 
while she rubbed little circles around her clitoris 
with her other hand.
 
Steve held Fran tightly and felt every twitch and 
quiver of her cunt as she came with his cock buried 
deeply inside her.  Fran's spasming cunt muscles 
milked Steve's cock as it jerked inside her and spewed 
its sticky fluid deep in her.  They both sighed deeply 
and kissed their tongues dancing in each other's 
mouths, as the smell of their fresh sex mixed with the 
smell of stale cum from the wall.
 
As their breathing slowed Fran and Steve, their bodies 
still joined once again took turns peaking at Carla 
through the wall.  Carla, her own first orgasm 
subsiding got up from the bed and retrieved her 
vibrator.  Sitting on the bed Carla brought the 
plastic implement up to her nose and gently sniffed, 
trying to detect some indication of either Steve or 
Fran's sex scent.  After a few sniffs, Carla extended 
her tongue gingerly and licked at the tip of the 
vibrator.  Her tentative licks quickly grew to 
vibrator engulfing slurps as she sucked on her plastic 
tool like it was a cock, obviously enjoying the taste 
of her bothers cum and Fran's cunt. 
 
Steve's cock remained hard after his orgasm and Fran 
and he continued gently and quietly fucking as they 
watched Carla lean back on the bed and insert the now 
saliva coated vibrator into her wide open wet cunt.  
Their sweaty naked bodies rubbing against each other 
the smell of fresh, and stale, sex, the sight of Carla 
fucking herself quickly brought both Fran and Steve to 
another peak of orgasmic pleasure.
 
Fran quietly dropped to her knees and took Steve's 
half-hard cum covered cock into her mouth as Steve 
continued to watch his sister masturbating with her 
favorite vibrator.  Watching Carla fucked the vibrator 
in and out of her wet cunt with ever-increasing speed 
and force, Steve grabbed handfuls of Fran's hair and 
fucked his now re-invigorated cock deep into her 
willing throat.
 
Remembering Steve's preferences Fran fucked a finger 
into her cunt for lubrication then pushed it into 
Steve's quivering ass.  As she fucked her finger in 
and out of his ass in time to his cock fucking in and 
out of her mouth Fran could hear Steve's whispered 
moans 'Take my cock Carla, take all of me, eat my 
cum'.  As Fran added a second finger to the one 
fucking Steve's ass she just barely heard through the 
wall as Carla screamed out her orgasmic joy.
 
"Oh god fuck me Steve, fuck your sis, give me your hot 
cum."  Fran jammed her fingers all the way into 
Steve's ass and felt his cock twitch as it erupted in 
her mouth.  After swallowing his cum Fran pushed the 
closet door open and sat on Steve's bed.  Steve, 
sweaty and exhausted, sat down beside her.
 
"I'm going to leave now." Fran whispered to Steve. "If 
I were you I'd go in there and fuck Carla.  Fuck her 
long and hard."  Fran looked at Steve's blushing face 
then after kissing him tenderly on the cheek quietly 
got dressed and tiptoed from the room, then out of the 
house.
 
The next morning everyone in the house was excited.  
Fran and Dave had gotten up early and, after their now 
traditional 'good morning' fuck began to get things 
ready for the pep rally.  Fran returned to her room 
and awakened Vickie.  After 'allowing' her to lick 
Dave's still dripping cum from her cunt Fran 
dispatched Vickie down to the kitchen to fix breakfast 
for everyone.  Having heard Dave's enthusiastic 
description of their mother's activities the previous 
day, Fran decided to let her mom sleep in this 
morning.
 
After breakfast Fran and Vickie piled into Dave's car 
with two sports bags full of equipment and headed off 
to school, laughing and giggling with anticipation.  
Arriving at school, Dave parked his car then the three 
of them headed to the auditorium.  Carla, true to her 
promise was waiting for them at the back door.  As 
they entered the building Carla leaned over close to 
Fran
 
"Thank you." She whispered then hurried into the 
auditorium. 
 
The school was buzzing with rumors.  Something big was 
going to happen at the pep rally.  Finally third 
period arrived and the student body packed themselves 
into the auditorium with eager excitement.  The 
cheerleaders ran down the isles and up onto the stage.  
They did their cheers.  The team and the coach 
followed.  The team captain spoke to the student body, 
the quarter back spoke to the student body, and the 
coach spoke to the student body. 
 
The student body was beginning to get restless.  Many 
of the kids who never attend these functions regularly 
were beginning to get rowdy.  Shouts went up the 
students began to stamp their feet and clap their 
hands in unison. They were not going to listen to any 
more coaches, or team captains, or quarterbacks.  They 
weren't going to watch any more cheers, well maybe if 
the cheerleaders stripped first.  The rising level of 
noise was quelled by the sudden blackening of the room 
as the lights went out.
 
A single spotlight hit the curtain with glaring 
intensity.  The curtain slowly parted revealing an 
almost nude figure.  A mummer went through the crowd 
as the watchers tried to determine the identity of the 
girl.  The girl stood strait and tall, her head was 
covered with a mask that turned into a headdress with 
a thick flowing main running down her back.  A black 
leather rod extended from each side of her mouth.  
Through a ring on each side of the rod leather rains 
ran down her front to nipple clamps, which were 
affixed to her tightly crinkled nipples.  The girl war 
black boots and held her black-gloved hands close on 
each side of her breasts.  Her hands were tightly 
fisted and held bent forward to emulate horse hooves.
 
The Horse Girl's stomach was bare and her dark pubic 
patch glistened in the bright spotlight.  The rains 
were pulled by some still unseen person making her 
nipples stretch and her breasts bounce.  The curtain 
opened and the spotlight enlarged to reveal the Horse 
Girl's 'trainer'.  The 'trainer' also wore a mask with 
a headdress of tall feathers.  She also wore black 
boots and was otherwise nude.  The trainer's smoothly 
shaved cunt stood out in contrast to the Horse Girl's 
healthy growth of almost black pubic hair. 
 
The trainer pulled on the rains with one hand and 
swatted the Horse Girl's stomach with a riding crop.  
When the Horse Girl turned and began to prance across 
the stage a large flowing horsetail came into view.  
The tail bounced and shimmered as the Horse Girl 
pranced to one side of the stage then turned and 
pranced to the other side.  The trainer crossed the 
stage staying with the Horse Girl and showering her 
body with blows from the riding crop. 
 
The crowed cheered and applauded the performance.  The 
Horse Girl and her trainer could hear the shouted 
comments about their breasts, stomachs, thighs and 
butts.  Their bodies glistened with sweat as the 
trainer moved the Horse Girl back and forth across the 
stage four times before bringing her to a halt center 
stage.  The Horse Girls body was covered with red 
welts where the riding crop blows had fallen.
 
The trainer tuned the Horse Girl so her back was to 
the audience.  On command the Horse Girl spread her 
legs then bend over from the waist and placed her 
hands on the stage between her feet.  As the Horse 
Girl assumed the required position the spotlight 
narrowed until only her butt and spread thighs could 
be seen.  The Horse Girls skin seemed to glow white in 
the bright spotlight.  Cheers and shouted comments 
came from the audience as they realized that the 
horsetail was attached to a butt plug planted firmly 
in the Horse Girls' ass.
 
A flick of the riding crop on her left butt cheek 
started the Horse Girl swinging her butt.  The horse 
tail swung to the side, revealing her open wet cunt to 
the gaze of the student audience, then it swung back 
momentarily hiding the glistening pink female flesh 
before it would swing to the other side once again 
exposing the Horse Girls' most private opening.
 
The Horse Girl stopped swinging her butt.  The trainer 
pulled the horsetail to the side and just as the 
riding crop pushed the girls swollen wet cunt lips 
apart, the lights suddenly went black.  Moments later 
the house lights came back on and a wave of, mostly, 
male students pushed their way onto the stage shouting 
and looking for the two girls.  

High above the stage standing in the shadows on a 
catwalk the 'Horse Girl' and her 'trainer' held each 
other as they watched the boys scurrying back and 
forth below looking for them.  The 'Horse Girl' gave 
her 'trainer' a hug.
 
"Sorry I was so mean to you the other day."  Carla 
said softly. 
 
"That's OK." Fran said returning her hug then touching 
her cheek softly. Carla smiled weakly back at Fran.  
Fran allowed her hand to drop from Carla's cheek to 
rest on Carla's breast.  "You make a really sexy 
'horse'" Fran leaned forward and kissed Carla on the 
lips.  Carla stiffened and tried to pull back.  Fran 
ran her hand down Carla's sweaty body as she kissed 
her neck with growing passion.  Carla's body relaxed 
as Fran's fingers found her wet open cunt and slipped 
into her with no resistance.  "Feels like this made 
you as hot as it made me."  Fran continued between 
kisses. 
 
Fran ran a line of kisses down between Carla's sweaty 
breasts then across her stomach and through her black 
pubic hair.  Fran pushed Carla back against the 
catwalk railing and after lifting Carla's legs over 
her shoulders, buried her tongue in Carla's waiting 
cunt.  Carla reached out on both sides of her and held 
onto the catwalk railing for dear life as she rested 
her feet on the lower railing on the opposite side of 
the catwalk. 
 
Fran, wondering if Carla shared her brother's interest 
in anal stimulation, worked one finger tip gently into 
her rear opening as she fucked her tongue forcefully 
in and out of Carla's wet cunt and rubbed her nose up 
and down across Carla's clitoris.  Carla responded by 
fucking herself up and down on Fran's extended finger 
as she held onto the railing and rubbed her cunt on 
Fran's face.
 
"Oh God yes." Carla moaned as the Catwalk began to 
squeak and sway with her violent fucking motions.  
"Yes...yes...yesssssssssssssss"  Carla's body wrenched 
violently three or for times forcing her cunt against 
Fran's face as a gut twisting wave of orgasmic 
pleasure went through her body.  Both girls collapsed 
on the floor of the catwalk smiling and touching each 
other tenderly.
 
"I'd like it if you'd come to my mom's wedding on 
Saturday."  Fran spoke softly to her new friend.  Fran 
grinned at Carla "Steve will be there." 
 
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The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



