Chapter 6
Donna is a twenty-one-year-old brunette beauty who became addicted-if that can be considered the correct terminology-to oral-genital relations at the age of fifteen.
For six months after the lose of her virginity, at the age of fourteen, Donna habitually engaged in sexual intercourse with any boy who requested such activity. Even then, she was a strikingly lovely girl with swelling, firm, thrusting breasts that set the young swain's mouth to salivating. With a narrow waist and flat stomach, she would take great delight in walking about the streets in miniskirts that were just then coming into popularity, switching and undulating her compact buttocks for the enjoyment of the head-swiveling males. It is quite possible that she realized a strong exhibitionist urge even then.
I mention exhibition because Donna is now active in television commercials and also works as a nude dancer in a popular bar. That unusual combination may seem unusual, but the bar where she works is quite selective in its clientele, allowing only television and advertising executives admittance, therefore keeping her nude dancing relatively secret except in the "Trade."
She states she can't remember actually being a sensuous person prior to the loss of her virginity, but once that chore was over, she suddenly blossomed into a highly sexual female. The boy who received her dubious treasure was about her own age, and he was the exclusive recipient to her beautiful body for about a month afterward. Then Donna sought new fields to conquer. Once she had become intimately knowledgeable with the young boy's body, she began to be curious about other males.
Then, one evening a week after her fifteenth birthday, she found herself in an alley with a man twice her age. It was not that Donna usually allowed herself to be accosted on the streets by strange men, but when this particular individual made his pass, Donna found herself going with him willing.
I went with this man, I think, because I had never yet had a grown man. It was mostly my curiosity about a man as compared to boys, I guess. Anyway, when he started talking to me, I suddenly decided that if he asked me to go with him, I would do it.
Of course, I knew such a thing was dangerous. A girl can't be too careful, you know. There was one thing about me at that age I hated. Although my body was fully developed, my face was that of a child two or three years younger. I hated it with a passion then, but as you can see, it has become an asset for me now.
Well, I went with this man expecting to get myself fucked good and proper by him. When he asked me to go into the alley with him, I went along. Hell, I'd already been fucked-by boys-in just about any place you can name. It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and very dark. The weather was chilly and I was wearing a heavy coat over my skirt and sweater. I didn't mind the cold, because I knew once this man started probing that big cock of his up my cunt I'd warm up fast enough, even if he wanted me bare-assed naked.
We stopped near a bunch of garbage cans and I leaned against the brick wall while he pressed against me. He fumbled around with my tits and pulled my coat open. His tongue was half a foot down my throat when he started feeling me up. By the time he had my skirt bunched around my waist and his hands on my ass, I was steaming. My cunt was twitching and seeping and my panties were soaked. When he shoved his hands down the elastic waistband of my panties and felt my naked ass, I almost went into convulsions then and there.
He was leaning tightly against me, and I felt his cock swell up and poke at my stomach. I wormed a hand between us and gripped it beneath his pants. I had a hard time playing with his prick that way, but when he leaned his hips back a bit, I pulled his zipper down and hauled his cock out. That was better ... now I had my fingers wrapped around it. He had a pretty large prick on him, and I was almost delirious with anticipation. I actually thought I could feel my pussy lips stretching wide to take that thing inside then and there.
Pretty soon, the man worked his hand around inside my panties until he had it cupping my quivering cunt. He rubbed at my clitoris for a few moments, then as I spread my thighs for him, he inserted one finger and set up a fantastic finger fuck for me. My emotions were overwhelmed by what he was doing to me, and I was gyrating my ass and dancing around on his finger, already having deliciously little orgasms. I had been finger fucked many times, of course, but only by young boys my own age. This guy knew what the fuck he was doing! He had me whimpering and dancing around on the thrusting finger so frantically, I was about to piss and shit and come all at the same time.
I was jacking his cock with a frenzy ... not to make him come off in my hand, but because I was so excited I couldn't do anything else. I ran my palm over the smooth head and thrilled at the way the little warm moisture there coated it. I rubbed the sticky stuff all over his cock, and my hand worked much easier on it then.
"Come on, Mister," I begged him, squealing as another exquisite come sent ripples of pleasure up and down my spine. "Take my panties off and let's fuck! I want this big dick up my twat ... shove it in me, Mister! Stop fucking around with your finger ... I want to get fucked!"
"Christ, kid," he said, grunting with passion. "You're a hot little twat ... how old are you, thirteen?"
"What's the difference?" I said to him. "I've got a cunt, haven't I? My snatch has got hair around it ... it's getting wet, isn't it? Well ... you just going to fuck around with your finger, or are you going to give me some cock?"
"Yeah, kid ... I'm gonna give you some prick," he grunted, stabbing his finger deeply up my snatch again, then pulling it out. He wiped his finger on my sweater, right across my titties. "But you ain't gonna take it in your cunt ... you're gonna suck me off!"
"Hey ... just a fucking minute," I cried. "What is this? You a queer or something?"
Crazy as it may sound, and although I had fucked half the neighborhood boys, I still thought sucking cock was strictly a homo thing-none of the boys had ever asked me to do such a thing.
"Yeah, I'm queer, kid ... queer for having a little girl like you blow me," he said harshly. "Get on your knees!"
"Fuck you, buddy," I said, straightening my panties and skirt. "I'm not a queer. Shove it up your ass ... I'm leaving."
He gripped my shoulders in his hands, his fingers digging brutally into the tender flesh on each side of my neck. I cried out with the pain, but he forced me down on my knees in front of him. His cock brushed across one of my cheeks, and I felt the trail of wetness the swollen head left there. He shoved my head against the brick wall, then holding his prick with one hand, he rubbed it back and forth over my lips. I kept them closed tightly, but he was smearing my mouth with his slippery juice anyway.
"Open up, kid," he growled at me. "Open up them sweet lips and taste some real cock ... either you open your mouth, or I'm gonna shoot my come right in your fucking face!"
I didn't want that to hapopen. I was afraid the stuff would get into my hair and from experience, I knew I would have the devil of a time getting it out before I went home. I say experience because a couple of boys shot off on my cunt hair before they could get their cocks inside me. Let me tell you, it's almost impossible to wipe the stuff out of your hair with just a tissue or hanky. If I went home with come juice in my hair, my old man would have been sure to see it and whip my ass until I couldn't sit down for a month.
So, deciding I had better open my mouth, I felt him rub his cock head over my teeth, then I opened them, too. Immediately he shoved his throbbing cock into my mouth so far I choked and sputtered around it. I tried to protest I was having trouble breathing, but my mouth was too full ... too crowded with cock and my swollen tongue.
"Suck it, kid," he growled at me again, holding my head now with both his hands. "Suck my cock ... make me come ... come in your mouth!"
I was unable to move my head because he was holding me tightly, and my lips felt as though they would split at the corners. I couldn't move my tongue at all because his prick was too big. Once he understood I couldn't use my tongue on him, he started fucking me in my mouth. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my knees were being scraped by the loose gravel and dirt of the alley. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my throat and I was afraid I would become sick.
After he had been fucking into my mouth for about two minutes, something happened to me. I mean ... something strange seemed to effect my emotions. His cock was warm and hard, throbbing heavily inside my mouth, and I could taste the slimy juice that oozed from the slit every time he pulled out so that just the head of his prick was between my lips. I became aware that my titties were so swollen they were about to burst. My nipples were erect and extremely sensitive against the cups of my bra ... my ass was swaying of its own accord ... my ass-cheeks were clenching, then relaxing ... and I could feel the spasms of those deeply hidden muscles way inside my cunt ... pussy juice was running hotly down the insides of my thighs. I was excited! Tremendously excited. I found that by being fucked in my mouth this way brought a greater intensity to me ... to my already overheated passions. Pleasure rippled throughout my body, and I began to whimper while he fucked in and out of my lips ... only now I wasn't whimpering from humiliation or pain ... my whimpers were of pleasure ... of steaming ... rampant ... insane desire.
I lifted my hands and placed them on his still covered ass, my fingers clawing at his butt. I tried to twist my head ... wanting desperately to move my lips over and around his prick ... to use my tongue on that bulging surface ... to make him gush his come into my mouth. My lips seemed to have hoarded every sensitive nerve of my body, and every delicious taste bud on my tongue cried out silently for the taste of his prick. Almost mindless with the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing in my mouth and cunt, I clutched at his ass and tried to suck more of his cock into my mouth, wanting him to bang his groin against my nose.
Then it happened.
The guy's cock jerked a few times in my mouth and then he was doing it ... he was squirting spasmodically into my mouth! I went numb then ... numb all over my body with the exception of my lips, mouth, tongue and pussy. Those particular areas were alive with sensation ... delightful sensation. By the time his second spurt erupted into my mouth, my cunt exploded with the greatest come I had ever had. My mouth became over-filled with the thick, squirting juice, and I began to swallow quickly. For some reason, I found myself counting the number of times he squirted into my mouth. I counted a total of five delicious loads, then just as he released my head and I started to pull away, I received the sixth ... but after those five powerful ones, this was nothing. I flickered my tongue across the dribbling slit and sucked it up, then I slumped in exhausted amazement at what had happened-not only was I amazed that I had willingly, no, eagerly, sucked his prick, but I was amazed at the wonder of it all ... stunned by the impact of my own orgasm during his ejaculation.
I watched the man take a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his cock with it, then he zipped up his pants. He looked down at me for a moment, but it was too dark to see much. I was sprawled on my ass, leaning against the brick wall, still trying to sort out my emotions, wanting to understand what the hell had happened to me.
"So long, kid," the man said, then left me sitting there. My coat was open and my short skirt was high. I glanced down and saw the white blur of my panties. Then, for some stupid reason, I pulled the elastic waistband away from my waist and ran my other hand down inside my panties. I found my cunt wetter than it had ever been in my entire life. It was still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm, and when I gently touched my clitoris, I thought the fucking thing was going to jump clear out of my panties. I dipped a finger inside my pussy and brought it out again. I smelled at the sticky juice there, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. Then, still stupidly, I touched the tip of my tongue to my finger and tasted my own cunt juice. It didn't do a thing for me.
Slowly, I got to my feet and started toward the street at the end of the alley. I had a lot to think about now. I had been fucked many times ... and I wanted to think about that. I had just sucked a cock for the first time in my life ... and I wanted to think about that. I wanted to think about the relation between fucking and sucking pricks ... wanted to try and understand why I had reacted the way I did ... why my body reacted ... the reason my cunt had exploded so forcefully when he came in my mouth ... the reason my lips and tongue had become so damn sensitive with his cock in my mouth.
I hated to go home, but there was no place else I could go. We lived in a walkup apartment in the seedier part of town. My father was a bum who spent most of his time swilling beer ... purchased with the welfare checks we received twice a month. I wouldn't find myself alone at home. The place was small, and I had to share the tiny bedroom with my thirteen-year-old sister, Sue. Still, it was the only place I could go.
"Where the hell have you been?" my father yelled as soon as I walked in the door. "You know what time it is, you little slut?"
I didn't answer him, already used to his outbursts.
"It's nine thirty," he said, sipping from his ever present bottle of beer. "If you been out laying the boys, I'll take a strap to your ass, young lady."
I passed him and went directly to my bedroom. I had no desire to arguing with him now. I had too much to think about. I turned on the small, dim bulb and saw that my sister was asleep already. I quickly undressed, and since we didn't even have the money for nightgowns, crawled under the worn out old blankets in just my panties. It was cold in the bedroom and I snuggled up to my sister for warmth. For a long time I thought of what had happened to me, and came to the conclusion that I would try it with one of the boys in the neighborhood ... if one would let me suck him off, that is. You see, using your mouth on someone--boy or girl-in our neighborhood was considered to be homosexual sex. Of course, I know better now.
I remembered I had left the light on, and was just about to get out of bed to turn it off when Sue squirmed around. She was on her back, and she threw one leg out sideways, and her thigh went between my legs. She sighed in her sleep and her thigh suddenly pressed against my pussy.
Sue and I, like most sisters who shared a bedroom, had played around with each other on occasions, you know ... feeling each other's twats and that sort of childish stuff. Well, when her thigh pressed up tightly against my still damp cunt, it seemed as though an electric shock went through me. I shivered and, hardly knowing what I was doing, began to rock my cunt back and forth on her thigh, feeling the tingling sensation down there. I forgot all about the light then, and just rubbed my cunt back and forth on her smooth, warm thigh. I tried to control my breathing as my passions grew, laying as still as possible with the exception of my hips sliding back and forth.
Then, I became aware of a slight, furtive motion beneath the blankets. I moved my hand around and discovered that my sister was rubbing her cunt through her panties.
"Sue?" I whispered. "Sue ... are you awake?"
She didn't answer me, but she continued to rub her fingers up and down the crotch of her panties. The delightful sensation in my own cunt was becoming almost unbearable by now. I could feel an orgasm swelling and boiling inside my pussy and knew that I would come in just a moment.
"Sue?" I whispered again, wanting her awake so that I could tell her what I had done that night. "Sue ... wake up! Please, Sue ... wake up!"
I ran a hand up over her stomach and cupped one of her firm, hard little tits. I played with her nipple for a moment, then squeezed the small tittie in my palm, keeping up a steady rhythmic pressure on her tiny tit then and slipped my hand down her stomach. I shoved my fingers into the waistband of her panties and started reaching for her pussy.
"Ohhh...." She whimpered then, pulling her own hand away from her cunt. "Donna ... Donna ... do it to me! Rub my pussy for me ... make me come, Donna ... please ... finger me ... finger my cunt!"
I trailed my fingers over her scant cunt hair and located her pulsating clitoris. I pinched it a few times, then slipped my finger down so that I could shove it up her twat. Sue wasn't a cherry. I knew all about her first fuck over a month previous. I began to finger fuck her then, and she pressed her thigh hard against my pussy. She squirmed her ass about wildly, and then I knew it would be a good time to talk about what I had done. If she was hot, she wouldn't accuse me of being queer.
"Listen, Sue," I said, taking my finger out of her cunt and holding my ass motionless on her thigh, "I want to tell you something. I sucked a man's cock tonight ... a grown-up man! I didn't want to do it, but he made me ... and you know what happened? He came in my mouth, Sue. He made me suck his cock until he came ... shot his load into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed his come, Sue!"
"Donna! You didn't!" she said in surprise.
"Yes ... I did."
"Oh, how could you do that?" she whispered. "That isn't nice ... you know it isn't. A girl is supposed to take a prick in her cunt ... not her mouth."
"I don't care, Sue ... I did it! I sucked his cock and let him come in my mouth and I swallowed his come juice! And that's not all ... I liked it, Sue! I liked it so much I came off, too!"
"No!"
"I did."
"You ... liked it?"
"Oh, yes! It was wonderful ... I'm going to suck one of the boy's cocks tomorrow ... if I can talk one of them into it."
"Donna ... you can't do that!"
"Oh yes I can! Listen ... it was good ... very good. When he came in my mouth I came, too. I counted his squirts ... five times he spurted in my mouth. I don't count the sixth one ... it was just a dripple ... like thin water. But, oh, that thick come was delicious!"
She didn't say anything for a while, then she started writhing her ass about again. I shoved my finger back up her cunt and fucked her with it, rubbing my pussy on her warm thigh again. Then an idea came to me.
"Sue ... Sue, I want to try something," I whispered. "Let me ... let me do it to you. I want to see if it's the same ... please ... let me use my mouth on your cunt."
"Donna ... what a thing to say! Surely, you don't ... you aren't queer, are you?"
"No ... at least, I don't think I am," I answered. "But, Sue ... I've got to find out. Please ... let me do it!"
"Gosh, Donna ... we never did anything like that before," my sister said with doubt in her voice. Her eyes were huge as she stared at me. "It's okay to sort of feel around with each other ... kind of explore the other's cunt. But to use your mouth ... Gee, I don't know."
"I'll stop if you don't like it, Sue," I urged, working my finger around her pulsating clitoris furiously. I shoved my head underneath the blankets before she could protest. I slipped her panties off her legs and feet, letting them stay at the foot of the bed. When I opened her legs, my sister didn't resist but actually moved them farther apart. I leaned my face down close to her stomach, almost changing my mind about sucking and licking her snatch. I felt her flesh quiver, then I lay my cheek down on her cunt hair. The strands were soft, but they tickled my face. I turned my head so that I was pressing my lips down on her swelling pussy mound. Then I shoved my face between her thighs and before I could change my mind, I kissed her cunt. It was moist from all the finger fucking I had been doing to it, and the hairs tickled my nose. I shoved my tongue between my lips and licked the tip up and down her smooth slit. Sue trembled, but she didn't try to stop me. Excitement at what I was doing created pleasure in my mind and body, but I wasn't getting the same sensation in my cunt as I had when I sucked the man's cock off. In other words, I was mentally aroused, but not physically, if you know what I mean.
I placed my hands on her hips, then wormed my tongue between her fleshy pussy lips and fluttered it around her swollen, hard little clitoris. I was doing all this by instinct, and when I got my lips between her cunt lips, I sucked the small, sensitive clitoris between them. I chewed it gently with my teeth, but kept my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started rolling and twisting my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started rolling and twisting her ass about, and I could hear her sobbing and whimpering through the blankets. Her hands came down and gripped my head, holding my face tightly into her pussy. Leaving her clitoris, I licked my tongue once more down her slit ... all the way to the swelling cheeks of her little ass. Using the flat surface of my tongue, I then licked both those cunt lips at the same time ... past her clitoris and into her pussy hair. Sue was writhing in eager lust now, and I slipped my hands over her trembling stomach and, with my fingers, I parted the lips of her cunt. Holding her pussy open, I stabbed my tongue into the warm, moist hole. I began fucking my tongue in and out of my sister's cunt then, and she squirmed insanely at the pleasure I was giving her. Slick juices flowed from her pussy and I had to swallow them when my mouth became full. I was still not aroused physically, but emotionally I was in a heated turmoil of passion. I let her cunt lips close around my mouth and I tried to shove my tongue all the way up her slit. I have a short tongue, and I found it impossible to tongue fuck her properly. Still, I was able to bring her to a wonderful orgasm. I felt her cunt tightened around my tongue, and I set up a tremendous suction while I licked her twat. Then, like a vise of flesh, my sister's pussy went into body shuddering spasms, her crotch rocking furiously about my face and mouth. Still guided by instinct, I used my tongue to swirl around her clitoris until she finished her come, bringing her down gently ... tenderly.
"Well?" I asked when I had come out from beneath the blankets. "How was it, Sue?"
"Gosh, Donna ... I ... it was ... Gee ... Ohhhh...."
"You liked it, huh?" I grinned.
"Oh yes!"
I lifted the blankets and looked at her tiny titties. They were swollen hard and the pink little nipples were very erect. I touched one, and my sister shivered.
"Don't ... they're too sensitive right now," Sue said.
"Was that better than getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Is a tongue better than a cock, Sue?"
"Gosh, Donna," Sue whispered in the dim light, her eyes large and filled with wonderment. "I didn't know anything could feel so good!"
While my sister slept beside me, I mentally agreed with her ... only my thoughts were that nothing had ever tasted so good! Oh, I don't mean to day I became a pussy licker ... oh, no! Cock was-and still is-my preference. I still, if the occasion pops up, lick a twat now and then.
About a week later, I had accomplished my desire to suck the cock of one of the neighborhood boys. It wasn't difficult at all, but I was quite humiliated by him. As I said before, kids then thought it was queer for a girl to give them blow jobs. When I casually leaned down in the boy's lap and started sucking, he began calling me all kinds of names.
We were underneath the stairs of the apartment building. I don't remember his name, but he was about my age. I had pulled his prick out and was playing around with it while he fingered my pussy. It wasn't the first time with this boy ... I had let him fuck me numerous times. We were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall. My panties were off and my skirt up around my waist. We didn't spend much time on kissing and stuff like that. Both of us wanted cock and pussy ... not a bunch of tongue wrestling.
Well, I had his cock out and was jacking him off slowly, sort of letting things build up. I knew he would try to stop me when I started sucking his prick, so I wanted him almost ready to come before I took it into my mouth. He started squirming around on the floor after a short time.
"Come on, Donna ... let's fuck."
"Wait ... let me jack you a bit more first."
"Listen ... my cock is going to blow anytime."
He was right, of course. I could feel his prick swelling and throbbing in my hand. It jerked powerfully and I knew I had to start immediately if I didn't want a handful of his come. Quickly, before he knew what I was doing, I leaned over and, without licking the hard prick the way I like to do, I stuffed it into mouth and started sucking furiously, hoping that the pleasure my lips and tongue gave him would make him sit there until I got what I wanted out of his balls. But that wasn't the case.
"What the fuck you doing, Donna?" the boy cried out in a muffled voice. "You gonna suck me?"
"Ummm ... ummmm...." was all I could say.
I clamped my lips tightly around his throbbing prick and slid them as far down the shaft as possible, feeling the swollen head probe the entrance of my throat. My pussy was almost in convulsions as I sucked up and down swiftly on his cock, my tongue moving like a whirlwind. My mind was almost gone ... pleasure rippled over my stomach ... my asscheeks clenched tightly with sensation. The boy curled his fingers into my hair and tried to lift my mouth from his cock, but I struggled against him. I wanted to suck him off so terribly much then, I don't think he could have torn my mouth away no matter what he did.
"You fucking cunt!" he shouted, not caring about where we were ... that we could have easily been caught by half the people in the apartment house. "You stinking twat ... what the hell you doing? I ain't no cock sucking queer! Stop ... take your mouth away ... you dirty little cock sucker ... mother fucking whore!"
I didn't mind him calling me a cock sucker, but I'm not a whore ... I never have been. I don't charge for sucking prick ... or fucking, either. I do it because I love it ... can't live without it now.
Anyway, I kept my lips around his cock, although he was creating an excruciating pain in my head by the way he was pulling my hair. Maybe I got to him, I don't know ... but pretty soon he stopped trying to dislodge my mouth and just slumped there, panting heavily and let me finish him. The tip of my tongue was pressed tightly against the little slit in the middle of his cock head when he started coming. The thick stuff squirted ... I gurgled and swallowed, dipping my mouth down on his spewing cock eagerly. I could hear myself whimpering and mewling as I drank his come. His hips writhed on the floor, and he had one hand flat on my back as he ejaculated into my mouth. My pussy was going through a series of uncontrollable spasms now. I was coming just as furiously as he was ... the slimy stuff running hotly down my thighs and puddling on the floor beneath my naked ass.
That boy sread the word around that I was a queer ... a dirty little cock sucking cunt that would rather suck than fuck. Hardly two days had gone by when I found myself in demand. Let me tell you, half of those punks in that neighborhood were hypocrites. Every time one of them cornered me someplace, it wasn't a fuck they were after ... they were after a blow job!
I think I sucked over half the hard cocks in that neighborhood during a period of six months. Of course, I was considered the neighborhood queer, but I didn't give fat turd. I was smarter than they were ... I knew that a girl who enjoyed giving out blow jobs wasn't a queer. I knew that a boy who sucked prick was the queer, not the girl.
I should mention that during this time, I was still licking my sister's cunt about twice a week. I didn't do it because I had a special liking for pussy, but because she wanted me to do it. I didn't notice at first that she had stopped hiding in corners with boys.
This went on for about two years, then when I was seventeen and Sue was fifteen, we were in bed and whispering about the things we enjoyed best-sex things, naturally. She told me that she had tried sucking a boy off and didn't like it. She didn't mind having a hard cock in her mouth-it was his ejaculation she didn't like.
"Why do you like sucking cock so much, Donna?" she asked me.
"I really don't know, Sue," I answered her truth fully. "It just seems better than taking it inside my pussy. I don't want to get pregnant like that girl last year ... and sucking a cock off is the best way to prevent that from happening. But that isn't all of it. Something happenes to me when I take a prick in my mouth. I can't explain it ... but it makes me feel good. But I feel better when the boy comes in my mouth. When that happens ... I can't keep from coming myself. My pussy just quivers and squinches up and there it comes."
"Does your cunt do that when you lick me?"
"No ... strangely, it doesn't."
"Then ... you don't really enjoy eating pussy, do you, Donna?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I do like it ... but it doesn't do what sucking a thick, hard cock does."
"You still let the boys fuck you, don't you?" Sue asked.
"Sure ... but not as often."
I felt my sister's fingers brushing up and down my pussy. I still had my panties on then, and she ran her palm over my crotch, cupping it with her fingers curled at my ass.
"Do you think I'd enjoy sucking a cunt, Donna?"
"Maybe," I told her. "But you don't like cock sucking, you said. Of course, a girl's pussy doesn't come like a prick ... you might enjoy eating hair pie, Sue. Want to try it?"
"I've been thinking about it for months," Sue admitted. "Yes ... let me taste you ... let me kiss and lick on your pussy. If I don't like it, well ... I'll have to go back to fucking, I suppose."
"No ... not if you don't want to. You said you enjoy having your cunt licked. If you don't like to fuck, or suck a cock ... then you can always find some girl who is willing to lick you off ... maybe a guy will do it someday."
"Can I try it, Donna? Can I try eating your cunt ... to see if Hike it?"
"Sure," I said, slipping my panties off and letting them drop to the floor.
I lay on top of the blankets, with my legs spread out wide. My sister crawled between them and for a moment, she just leaned down and looked at my snatch, working her fingers over it gently. She pulled the lips apart and exposed my clitoris. She rubbed the sensitive bud with a thumb for a moment. Then she shoved her face down into my crotch and kissed my pussy. Her face was almost concealed by the thick, silky strands of my pussy hair, with just her huge eyes glistening up my body. I felt her tongue move out and then I shivered as she started licking my clitoris. I caressed her head while she licked her tongue up and down my slit, then she probed the tip between the lips and shot it deep into my pussy.
"Ohhhh...." I groaned as the sensations of pleasure rippled through me. "That's the way, Sue ... tongue fuck me ... yes ... squeeze my tits!"
One of her hands slipped up my twitching stomach, then she clutched one of my swelling titties and began to pinch and roll the nipple about. She cupped the tit and squeezed it-hard. I groaned with the pain, but it was delicious pain ... not a cruel, brutal type of pain at all. Sue's eyes gleaming through the cunt hair became misty as she licked and sucked my pussy. Her tongue twirled and fluttered ... her lips sucking and kissing. I could feel her hot breath on my steaming clitoris and I knew she was intending on tongue fucking my cunt until I came. Her free hand slipped beneath my ass and she clutched one cheek, lifting my crotch high in the air to give her mouth better access to it.
It seemed as if her tongue was buried all the way up my snatch ... probing ... searching ... burning. It was the first time I had ever had a mouth used on my pussy, and I was wild with the exquisite pleasure she was giving me.
Then I came off.
My pussy quivered excitedly, then it went into those wonderful spasms of sensations as I started flowing and jerking my ass about insanely. Even after my first come, Sue didn't let up. Her tongue went right back for more. She nibbled at my clitoris ... stabbed her tongue into my sopping pussy ... her fingers digging into the crack of my ass ... brushing up and down my clenching asshole as she licked ... sucked ... nibbled ... kissed ... bringing me to another orgasm.
Finally my sister pulled her mouth from my overworked cunt, her face smeared with the sticky juices. She crawled up next to me and lay her head on my titties, her hand gently massaging my still twitching cunt.
"I liked that, Donna," she whispered. "I really enjoyed licking your cunt. I came, Donna ... I came when you did."
"Now you know what you like," I said.
"What a family," Sue sighed. "No mother ... a beer swilling, bloated old fart for a father ... a cock sucking sister ... and now ... a cunt licker."
"Don't worry about such things," I told her. "When you get older, Sue, you'll find out everything is for the best."
My sister and I continued eating each other for the next two years. She now no longer allowed a boy to fuck her, nor would she suck them off. She told me she had fallen in love with me, her sister, and that she never wanted to do anything with another person-girl or boy. I must admit that Sue became a confirmed Lesbian during that time ... with me as her choice of partners.
During that two years, I finished school and found a job, moving out of the slovenly hole I had grown up in.
Then, when Sue was seventeen, she came to my apartment one night in tears. She told me that our father had gotten drunk and came into the bedroom she now had alone and forced her to fuck him. It was outright rape. Sue didn't want to fuck anyone, let alone that bastard of a father we had. After he had fucked her, he still wasn't satisfied. The son of a bitch then made her suck his cock off. Sue had become violently ill when he came in her mouth ... so ill she vomited all over his cock and balls. That made the old fart so mad, he beat her with his fist until she was black and blue.
She stayed with me that night, and after I had helped her clean up, we made gentle love to each other. The following day, I went with her to gather up what clothing she had and she moved in with me. I couldn't convince Sue to stay in school-she had six months to go before graduation. In a sense, you could say we became Lesbian sister-lovers, although it was on my sister's part-not mine.
You see, I had been dating this guy for a few weeks and with my sister living with me, it sort of cramped my style.
"Don't mind me, Donna," Sue said when I told her of this. "You go ahead and date the guy. I know how much you enjoy sucking cocks ... and I like pussy. Of course, I can't say I'm not jealous of him. But, I guess I have to be realistic about it. After all, we are sisters."
When the guy came to the apartment and met my younger sister, he took a liking to her right away. I could see the way he looked at her when I was getting ready to go out. I knew it wouldn't do him any good ... my sister wanted cunt-not cock.
After our date, the guy brought me home and I had him in for coffee. We were on the couch-Sue was in the bedroom asleep-and he started messing around with me. I had his cock out of his pants in a few moments and was jacking it up and down.
"She won't wake up, will she?" he whispered to me, one of his fingers shoved up my cunt.
"No, I don't think so ... why?" I teased.
"Because my cock is about to go off, that's why!"
"My, it is hard, isn't it?" I squeezed his prick. "It would be a shame to waste all that delicious come, wouldn't it?"
"Suck me, Donna," he urged, trying to pull my head down to his lap.
"What if my sister woke up? What if she came out here and saw me with a mouthful of prick?" I teased him.
"So what? I've got enough prick for the both of you."
"Maybe she doesn't like cock."
"Then you've got all that cock for yourself, baby," he said, pulling my face down. I didn't resist him, either.
I lay my cheek on his thigh and looked at his cock. He had a nice, big, thick prick ... the type I love to suck best. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts to his feet, the I crawled onto my hands and knees on the couch with my face directly above his prick. Leaning down, I started licking my tongue up and down his cock, using the tip to swirl around his hairy balls and then up the fat tube on the underside. At the swollen head I fluttered my tongue around, licking at the seeping come that beaded up from him. I felt his hand on my back, then he began to inch my skirt up until he had it at my waist. I wiggled around a bit so he could slip my panties to my knees, knowing he liked to play with my naked ass and pussy while I sucked him off.
I opened my mouth and sucked the smooth head into my mouth, holding it there while I teased his cock head with my tongue. He began to caress and feel my naked ass as I did this. Then, with my emotions racing, I started bobbing my mouth up and down his cock, cupping his balls tenderly so I could feel them draw up tight into his groin when he started emptying them into my mouth.
Then Sue walked out of the bedroom.
"Christ!" I heard the guy mutter.
Keeping his cock in my mouth, I twisted my head and looked at my sister. She was standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching us. She was wearing one of the lovely transparent gowns I had bought for her. Her titties stood out firmly, the nipples straining against the sheer material. The shadow of her pussy hair was boldly apparent. Her long, luscious thighs and legs were revealed by the light shining through her gown.
Sue smiled at me, working her tongue wickedly over her lips.
"Tasty, huh?" she asked me.
"Ummmm...."
"Don't mind me," Donna said to the guy, moving from the doorway and toward the kitchen. I heard the door of the refrigerator open and close, then in a moment my sister came back with a glass of milk. Instead of going into the bedroom, she sat down on a chair and sipped the milk, watching me suck this guy's cock.
Sue, although just seventeen and a lover of pussy, wasn't innocent about what a guy likes. She gazed at the way my mouth was stretched around his thick prick, a slight smile on her lips. From my angle, I watche my sister pull her feet up onto the cushions of her chair, bending her knees against her jutting tits. The movement exposed the hair-lined lips of her cunt to me and the guy. I heard his swift gasp of breath as he saw her exposure, and his cock gave a mighty lurch in my mouth.
Slowly, with a lewd smile on her face, my sister parted her thighs until the whole expanse of her cunt was exposed. She hunched her naked ass forward on the chair, and her tight little asshole winked at us.
"You ever see a girl play with herself?" Sue asked the guy.
I had almost all of his thick cock in my mouth, and that thing swelled up even larger by what he was seeing and hearing. It was so crowded inside my mouth I was unable to lick my tongue on him. All I could do was suck up and down with my lips ... fucking him with my mouth.
"Christ!" the guy said again, his fingers working excitedly around my ass-cheeks. "Do it ... finger yourself, Sue! Let me see you finger fuck that hairy cunt!"
"Sure ... I don't mind," my sister said, sitting her now empty glass on the table beside her chair. She ran a hand down over her pussy, then shoved one between the lips. With complete abandonment, Sue started finger fucking herself while the guy watched her. I could feel the increased excitement of his cock, and before I could stop him, he rammed a finger up inside my asshole, plunging it in and out furiously. That must have did it for him. His cock started gushing with such force, I thought he was going to blow the back of my head off. I was having all sorts of problems trying to swallow all of that thick come that was spurting like machinegun bullets into my mouth. And my cunt was going insane as I exploded. ... and his finger driving in and out of my asshole only served to intensify the blazing pleasure I was having. The guy was arching his cock up and down into my mouth while he ejaculated. I found myself receiving more sperm from him than I had ever gotten before ... and I was thrilled out of my head.
After the guy's prick stopped coming, I pulled my lips from it and felt of them with my fingers. They seemed to be bruised and swollen, but I didn't mind that at all. Sue, now that the guy had came off in my mouth, pulled her finger out of her now dripping pussy and started licking the juices from it.
"I told you she didn't like cock," I said to the guy.
"You mean ... aw, come on," he said, disbelief in his eyes. "A pretty thing like that? Christ ... she's made for fucking!"
"Not this girl, buddy," Sue said. "There isn't a cock in the world that goes up this girl's snatch."
"What a waste of good pussy," the guy groaned. "Well ... I've got me a good good little cocksucker here ... and she doesn't mind getting fucked now and then, do you, Donna?"
"Just for a change of pace," I told him.
Then, without saying anything, my sister came over to the couch. She dropped to her knees in front of me and slipped my panties the rest of the way off. I opened up my thighs for her and shoved my naked ass to the edge of the cushions. Immediately, she started licking and sucking my dripping pussy.
"I'll be a son of a bitch!" the guy said, his wide eyes watching Sue run her tongue up and down my slit. "She's a fucking pussy eater!"
"Whatch your language," Sue said, then thrust her tongue deeply into my cunt.
The guy watched as Sue tongued me, her lips sucking moistly at my exposed clitoris. His cock began to swell once more as he sat there, wide-eyed with excitement. Sue pulled her mouth from my pussy and pulled the hair--rimmed lips apart with her fingers. After looking at my slit for a moment, she glanced up at the man and darted her tongue up and down each inner lip, then tickled over my sensitive clitoris. Her eyes held an amused expression as the man watched her, and it wasn't long before he had his hands wrapped around his cock and was jacking it off with furious excitement.
Apparently he could stand it no longer. The guy quickly stepped out of his pants and shorts, then dropped to the floor at my sister's side. Sue stopped sucking my cunt long enough for him to lift her gown over her head and arms, then she went right back at it. Naked now, she allowed the man to fondle her body while she sucked and licked my snatch.
He felt of her firm, swollen titties, moved his hand down her sides and over her hips. He squeezed her asscheeks and then caressed her thighs. He moved behind her then and leaned down to kiss her swelling, lovely white ass. Sue opened her legs as she knelt on the floor, and the guy twisted onto his back and shoved his head between them. Sue gave a whimper of delight and crushed her heating cunt down onto his face. She wiggled her naked, little ass over his face with excitement as she tongue fucked in and out of my flowing pussy with renewed happiness.
I had just recently experienced a tremendous orgasm while sucking the guy off, so I was not as excited as my sister. The guy, although he had come a river in my mouth, had a cock standing up from his crotch that looked ten feet tall. His hairy balls seemed to contract between his legs as he licked my sister's cunt. I could hear moist, slurping sounds from each of them. The man's hands were on my sister's ass-cheeks, his fingers digging between them and I wondered if he was finger fucking her asshole the way he had done mine. It was just a vague thought that floated through my mind ... not that I was particularly interested or anything.
I lifted my legs and draped them over my sister's shoulders, closing my thighs around her head. I petted the top of her head while she licked and sucked on my twat, feeling my pleasure grow inside the pit of my stomach. One of Sue's hands moved up my body, underneath my blouse, and she played with my tits while she sucked me. I kept watching the guy's cock as it jutted and jerked in the air and thought of a way to twist around so I could get my mouth on it again. Just as I had decided to get onto the floor with them, that cock ejaculated. The thick come shot high into the air, then fell back and splattered on his stomach. Time and again great blobs of his come spewed up, only to fall back on his belly. Seeing that happen, knowing what I was missing, I squeezed my thighs around my sister's face and rocked and bucked my pussy against her mouth. Sue was squealing in a muffled sound into my pussy, and I knew she was coming, too. Her tongue went deeply into my cunt ... and triggered the orgasm that had been boiling around inside me.
The guy stayed that night with us. He was a pretty good man. I mean ... although he had come twice in the living room, he was able to gush twice more in my mouth after the three of us went to bed. His fourth come was the last, though. My sifter used her mouth on me a couple of times, and of course, I ate her. We sucked each other at the same time, with me hoping that it would stimulate the man to another hard on. It didn't do much good though. He would get up semi-hard and then I sucked on it for a long time. But he was good just for the four comes.
He hung around with us for a few months, then he drifted away. Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to him ... why he left us. Maybe it was because he wanted my sister to suck him-which she refused-or that they argued about him fucking her. Whatever the cause, he left after a few months.
About six months ago, I met this man in the office where I work. He was new there, one of the salesmen. He started flirting with me and, as usual, I took up with him. I had noticed the first day he was there that he had a huge cock. I mean ... I'm always looking at a man's crotch, and sometimes I can see the outline of his prick beneath his pants. This man seemed to have a large one, and when he asked me to go out with him, I didn't hesitate.
That first date, after dinner and a few drinks, he drove me out into the hills. It came about by a mutual-although unspoken-understanding. He parked the car and started kissing and feeling me up. Not being the coy, shy type of girl, my hands went immediately to his prick. When I took his cock out, I found that it wasn't as huge as I had figured. Oh, it was nice and thick, but when it came up hard, it wasn't very long at all. I didn't really mind this. A cock that is thick and long is sometimes difficult for me to suck ... but I think it's fun to try and take a huge prick in my mouth.
This cock, thick and short, was easy to handle. Although it stretched my lips almost out of shape, I could take the full length of it without any problems. He wasn't at all surprised when I went down on him ... instead he was glad.
While I sucked him, he played around with my titties which he had exposed.
After I had swallowed his come, he told me he was married and that his wife didn't care much for cock sucking, but that it was his favorite type of sex. I told him I didn't give a fuck about him being married, that I would suck him as often as he wanted.
Before he took me home, I found out that his wife didn't care about him having girl friends, that they had been involved in swap groups, that his wife had developed a preference for sucking pussy.
That was what gave me the idea.
I told him that my sister would rather eat snatch than suck cock or fuck ... and that he should bring his wife to our apartment some evening.
I mentioned this man and his wife to Sue, and she was quite eager to have them over. We made arrangements for them one evening.
The wife was stunning. She was about thirty years old, and extremely beautiful. Her hair was dark, and she had huge tits that almost seemed to make her top heavy. She was wearing a miniskirt that showed off her slender thighs to perfection. Immediately, she and Sue took a liking for each other.
After a few drinks and conversation, we all went into the bedroom and removed our clothes. Sue was delighted with the wife's body, and she couldn't keep her hands off the woman. While her husband and I sat on the bed playing around with each other, my sister started fondling and kissing the woman while she stood in the center of the floor. We watched as Sue went to her knees and cupped the woman's naked ass in her hands, drawing the triangled pussy toward her mouth. The woman stood with her legs wide apart, shoving her pink, moist cunt against my sister's face. Sue tongued and licked the woman's cunt until she shuddered with an explosive orgasm. After that, the four of us crawled onto the bed.
Sue and the slender woman started sucking each other, with the woman on the bottom, her face shoved hard against my sister's hairy pussy, her fingers pulling the ass-cheeks wide apart. Sue, clutching the woman's thighs, was slurping happily into the hair--rimmed grotto. The man and I watched them for a moment, then I stretched out on my back, my thighs wide apart. He threw a leg across my head so that his cock was hanging down close to my mouth. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and pulled that thick, short prick far into my mouth. Then, when he started licking my snatch, he began to fuck me in my mouth at the same time.
And our father walked in.
That's right. For two years the son of a bitch never even showed up, and now ... without even knocking on the door, the bastard walked right into our bedroom while we were tangled up with this man and his wife.
"What the goddamn hell...." he snorted.
I shoved the man from me, sat up in the bed and stared at the bastard. Sue had struggled from the tight grip of the woman when she saw our father. The man and his wife tried to conceal their genitals, fear in their eyes.
"What the fuck do you want, you drunken bastard?" I said, anger blazing from my eyes. Sue and I made no effort to cover up. We hated this man with a passion, and we didn't give a damn what he thought or saw. "Get your fat ass out of here ... now, before I have you thrown out."
"You filthy, no-good sluts!" he roared at us, weaving in the doorway. "So, this is what you do, is it?"
"It isn't any of your fucking business," Sue said, as angry as I. She got up from the bed and stalked toward him. The old man suddenly swung his hand out and struck her. Sue cried out in pain as she fell to the floor, her arms and legs flying in all directions. She sprawled on the floor, her thighs wide, pussy fully exposed to his drunken gaze.
"You cunt licking Lesbian!" he shouted at her. "And you ... you cock sucking whore!" He pointed a finger at me. "Is this what I raised you to be? What kind of girls are you anyway?"
"You ... you daughter raper! Don't you start calling names," I shouted, forgetting all about the man and his wife. I jumped from the bed and stalked before him. With my legs spread, hands on hips, I leaned close to him, then spat a mouthful of spit right in his whiskery face. "Now, get your fat ass out of here before I slap you silly."
My father drew back a hand and slapped me-hard. It rocked me back on my heels, but I didn't fall to the floor. I had been expecting it and braced myself for it. It seemed as though the slap had triggered not only me, but my sister as well. She jumped to her feet and both of us tied in to him. We beat him with our fists and scratched his face with our fingernails. Being so drunk, we didn't have much trouble in pounding him to the floor. Sue started stomping her foot into his stomach, but I pulled her away.
"Wait, Sue," I said. "Let's fix the son of a bitch good. Come on ... help me tie him up."
With the man and his wife cowering on the bed, my sister and I pulled nylons out and tied out fathers hands behind his back, then we wrapped the nylons around his ankles. Rolling him onto his stomach, we pulled another stocking from his ankles to his wrists, behind him almost double with feet and hands behind his back. He couldn't move, but he was hollering his fucking head off. I pulled out some adhesive tape and placed a strip across his mouth. Sue and I stood over him then, looking down at our father as he squirmed around, trying to get loose.
I went into the kitchen and came back with a sharp knife. His eyes grew big when he saw the knife, and he started struggling harder than ever. But I had no intention of cutting him up, no matter how much he deserved it. Instead, I began to cut his clothing from him. Sue helped me, and it wasn't long before we had him naked-the same as the rest of us.
"Okay, you daughter fucker you," I hissed. "You like to fuck your daughter ... well, you're going to get more pussy than you ever had in your drunken life! First, I'm going to take this used-up cock of yours and suck it until you can't come anymore ... then you know what's going to happen, you daughter raper? You made Sue suck your filthy cock, didn't you? Well ... after I finish sucking you until all that comes out is blood, Sue is going to sit on your drunken face and fuck your nose until you drown in her pussy juice!"
The man and his wife, seeing what Sue and I were doing, were no longer afraid. They came off the bed and stood over our trussed-up father.
"Need some help?" the wife asked, ready and willing to torture the old fart.
"Not really," I said. "But ... do whatever you want with him. He deserves it."
The woman went to the dresser and picked up a hair brush, then she brought it back and stooped on the other side of my father. She rolled him over onto his side, then she started clawing at his ass-cheeks, working the handle of the hair brush between them.
"I'm going to shove this hair brush up your asshole, old man," the woman said. "I heard what your daughter said, and any man who would rape his own daughter, then make her suck his dirty cock off, well ... I'm going to enjoy this very much."
And with those words, the woman plunged the handle of the hair brush up my father's asshole. He grunted with the pain, but with tape over his mouth, he couldn't scream out. She began to thrust the brush in and out of his asshole, and after watching her for a moment, I lay down so that my face was in front of his cock. It wasn't hard ... not yet. I took it in my hands and jacked it a bit, then opened my mouth and sucked the limber prick between my lips. I grasped his hairy balls and squeezed them as hard as I could, not caring if I hurt him or not. After all ... that was the idea-to hurt him.
It took a long time, but I finally succeeded in getting his cock hard with my mouth. Of course, all this time I was sucking him, the woman was driving the brush in and out of his asshole.
Once I had his cock up hard, I really started sucking him. As I said, I as going to suck his prick until nothing came out but blood. I kept a tight grip on his nuts, creating as much pain for him as I could. It took me almost five minutes of sucking on his cock before it gushed the come out. I swallowed it quickly, and after I finished him off, I didn't pull my mouth away, but continued sucking on his deflated prick. And when I say sucked, I mean I sucked. I sucked him harder than I had ever sucked a man before. I was having all sorts of orgasms during this, too. The woman, growing tired, allowed her husband to keep the hair brush pumping in and out of my father's asshole. While I sucked his prick up hard again, they took turns fucking him with the brush. It took longer for my father to come off this time, but when he did, I received just as much-if not more-come as I had the first time. Then he went soft on me again.
As before, I continued sucking his cock.
I brought his juice out of his balls a third time, although it took me almost twenty minutes now.
After I had been sucking on his prick for almost an hour and a half, my jaws grew tired. They ached from holding my mouth open for so long, and I had to pull away to rest.
"Let me," Sue said, dropping down to take my place. "I may not like it, but I'll help you suck his filthy cock until he bleeds to death!"
She then took over with her mouth, and my father squirmed around as if he was having the time of his life. I took over the hair brush and fucked him up the ass with it. The wife had become so excited by now that she crawled down between Sue's thighs and started licking and sucking on her cunt while my sister sucked our father. The woman's husband squirmed his face underneath my squatting ass and began tongue fucking my pussy. It was wild!
Sue brought our father to his fourth come, then, the same as I had done, she continued sucking his cock until it was hard again. Although she had become ill that time when he made her suck him off, she didn't this time. She drank down his come and continued sucking pricks ... it was the idea of getting back at him.
Not being used to cock sucking, my sister's mouth became tired quickly. I again took over and she used the brush. The woman, still in position, sucked my pussy and her husband sucked my sister's. Again I brought my father to an ejaculation-his sixth.
We continued abusing him like that for about five hours, and the brush never was pulled out of his asshole until all of us were just too damned tired to continue. We left our father tied up in the bedroom while the four of us went-still naked-to the kitchen and had a snack. It was almost four in the morning by now.
After we ate, we went back to the bedroom and started all over again. Sue squatted across our father's face and started rubbing up and down. She pressed her cunt down until his nose went up her slit, then she fucked herself this way while he struggled to breathe. Every so often, she would lift her hairy pussy up to let him take in great gulps of air, only to slam down on him again. She did this for almost half an hour, then I did the same thing, keeping his nose shoved up my cunt until his eyes bulged and his face turned purple, before I would let him breathe.
After I finished, the woman fucked herself off with his nose. After she finished, I ripped the tape from his mouth.
"Please, Donna," he whimpered, "untie me. I won't hit you again ... I won't hit Sue, either. Goddamn ... you two-you four-have just about wore my poor cock out."
"Shut your fuck mouth!" I hissed. "I didn't take the tape off so you could talk. I pulled it off so you could suck a little cock!"
"No ... not that!" he said, looking at the man's throbbingly hard prick. "Christ, Donna ... I'll do anything but that! I'm not a cock sucker ... let me suck your pussy again ... Sue's cunt ... the woman's, anything but suck cock!"
I motioned for the man to straddle my father's face. He was willing, and when he had his swollen cock head brushing over my father's lips, I had to slap the bastard real hard to make him open his mouth.
"You bite his prick and I'll chew yours off ... balls and all," I told him.
He wouldn't suck the thick cock, and the man had to fuck him in the mouth.
It didn't matter though, because the results were the same.
The man humped up and down, driving his cock in and out of my father's mouth, his balls banging on the stubbled chin. It wasn't long before the man shot his load of come down my father's throat. The old man gagged and choked, but he swallowed it all.
by this time it was daylight and all of us were too tired to keep it up. We left our father tied up on the floor, and when the man and his wife left, Sue and I crawled onto the bed and, wrapping our arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed tightly together, titties mashed against each other's, we went to sleep.
We woke up in late afternoon.
Our father was snoring on the floor, the hair brush still jammed up his asshole. His cock was swollen up large and stiff again. Both Sue and I were amazed that it remained so hard after what we had put it through. We untied him while he slept, then went into the kitchen and fixed ourselves some breakfast.
When we had finished, sitting there naked and drinking coffee, our father came in, his cock jutting before him and his hairy balls swinging below.
"Good morning, girls," he said, nice and polite. Without asking, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with us.
"Goddamn ... you two sure put the old man through an awful lot last night," he said. "Don't you know you could have killed me?"
"I don't see any great loss to the world," I told him.
"Why did you come here last night?" Sue asked him.
"I don't know ... feeling low, I guess," he said, brushing his hair back out of his eyes. "I haven't seen you girls for so long. I was feeling lonely."
"Fine ... keep on feeling that way and leave us alone," I told him.
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"No, you listen, you drunken sot," Sue said. "You never did anything for us since we were born ... except rape me! We don't owe you anything ... last night was just a sample of what you'll get if you show your ass up here again."
"Please, I won't take another drink," the old man said. "I ... I ... well, about last night: I really enjoyed that, girls."
"Tough ... go find you a fat old bar girl if you need some pussy," Sue said.
"No ... I mean something happened to me last night. Once you girls had me tied up that way, well ... that was nice."
"You mean you liked that?" I said, hardly believing my hearing. "Why ... you masochistic old fart!"
Our father looked sheepish, ashamed of his admission.
"I've got an idea, Donna," Sue said, looking speculatively at him. "Let's let the cock sucker stay ... make him a pet, you might say. We can do all sorts of nasty things to him." She looked at me, then back at him. "And you won't say a fucking thing about it, right?"
"I ... no, I won't say anything," our father said, flushing deeply with humiliation.
"Just think," Sue said, trying to convince me, "we can make him do all the housework for us ... we can make him do anything we want."
"I'm not so sure," I said doubtfully. "What about our sex life ... where will we hide him then?"
"Why hide him?" Sue grinned lewdly. "Let him watch us ... maybe he'll learn something."
So, our father became our house pet, so to speak. We forced him to do all the housework, even making him wear a tiny little apron to conceal his cock. Of cours he's never allowed to wear clothes at all. And that includes when we have guests. We make him serve us absolutely naked, and most times his cock is standing up nice and hard.
I finally quit working in the office when I found this job as a nude dancer, which led me right into television commercials. I make enough money so that I can support my sister and father quite well. Most of our friends, of course, are sexually liberated and find it fun to have our father waiting on them with a hard cock sticking out. Needless to say, our father no longer drinks. He has no reason to ... besides, I keep his cock and balls so drained, he's too tired to think about boozing it up. Most of his big stomach is gone now, too, and he actually looks better ... physically speaking. We allow our guests-men and women-to have their way with him, too. It has worked out to be a satisfactory arrangement all around.
Donna and her sister have realized a sadistic nature to their sexual personalities. It is assumed that their father has had incestuous desires for his daughters for many years, only realizing them after Donna left the home and took her own apartment.
It is indeed a strange relationship between the two daughters and father, but not at all an unusual one.