Chapter 2
Fred wanted to talk to Lisa about the boys. The boys lived on Fred and Lisa's sprawling estate. They were there as part of a humanitarian experiment dreamed up by Lisa. Twelve small cottages nestled among the spreading trees, one hundred yards from the main mansion in which Fred and Lisa lived. One boy lived in each cottage. The boys were from the city slums.
Lisa had had a bright idea. She and Fred were rich. They could provide for people who didn't have. The slums of the city were choked with young boys who had no chance to better themselves, boys who came from broken, poverty-stricken homes, boys who had no chance of getting a decent education. Lisa determined to start a private school for a handful of these boys. The boys would live in the cottages that Lisa had built. They would be taught by the finest instructors. They would gain a good education and learn trades so that when they left, they would be able to make their ways in the world.
It was a noble idea, a selfless one, on Lisa's part. But it truly wasn't noble. Lisa had the slums canvassed. The boys who were chosen were boys who had native intelligence that was well above average. All they needed was a chance and education. She would give them that at her private school. Fifty boys were chosen. All of the boys were surly and cynical. They took their written and oral tests and fifty proved far above average. But, when they took their physicals, Lisa made no pretense about being noble. She was hidden in a room behind the examining room. She had a list of the boys' names. Each boy came into the room and stripped before the examining doctor. Lisa was interested in only one thing: the size of their cocks. The twelve boys selected were the twelve boys with the huggest cocks. Lisa measured each boy's cock with her expert eyes through the peephole. When all the boys had been examined, twelve had checkmarks in the space marked 'stud'. Those twelve boys moved into the cottages on Lisa and Fred's estate, to begin their education.
At first, Fred had no idea that Lisa's noble experiment had sexual overtones. But he found out. Too late, too late to stop his sister. He argued with her, but, as usual, she won and he gave up and accepted her idea. After all, he rationalized, the boys would be given the very best education that money could buy, even though they would also be providing his sister with a harem of studs, to use as she saw fit.
Lisa taught the boys English and manners, the way in which to conduct themselves socially. At first the boys grumbled cynically. They could not believe that anyone as rich as Lisa and Fred would care about their plight. But, after living a few days on the estate, they began to respond. They were pleased that they were trusted. They had the use of the grounds. They were treated as equals, not as slum-dwelling, uneducated scum and they liked the clean air and the thick grass and the green trees. They liked the idea that each of them had his own cottage, to keep as he pleased, with no rules governing him. They were treated as men, even though they were boys. It gave them back their manhood, the manhood that the slums were robbing them of.
One of the huge drawing rooms in the mansion was converted into a formal classroom. Other rooms were converted into shops where the boys could learn various trades. The instructors were carefully coached on the way in which to handle the boys. They were at all times to show the boys respect, to treat them as equals, as men. The experiment began to work after a faltering start in the first week. The boys began to show their shy, grudging appreciation by applying themselves, by learning.
All of the boys looked forward to the classes that Lisa taught. To them, she was a kind of a goddess. She was the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. And, she was cultured. She never treated them as students. She always treated them as men. She was utterly feminine with them.
Whenever she conducted her classes, twelve pairs of hungry eyes watched her. She wore clinging dresses that revealed every lush curve of her breathless, matchless body. Lisa was always aware of their hot, questing eyes. Their eyes were reverent and at the same time, raping. She liked the way their eyes followed every move of her ripe body. She was aware that during most of her classes with them the boys listened to her with gigantic hard-ons as they watched her. She was the only woman around. She at times wondered if they paid attention to her words. She knew they paid attention to her body. But, as the days passed, it became clear that the boys paid attention to her. They wanted, pathetically, to please her.
At the heart of her plan was the idea to give the boys back their manhood. These were the kind of boys who caused riots. These were the boys who grew up to be thieves, dope fiends, murderers. These were the boys who struck out blindly, with hate, at a rich society that ignored them and oppressed them, giving them no chance to better themselves.
Part of her plan to give the boys back their manhood was to have physical relations with them, discretely. She felt that if she treated each boy as if he were special, each boy would respond. She felt that sex was a good way, one of the best ways, in which to reach them emotionally and selfishly, she would profit, getting the thrill of young stud's cocks spearing into her pussy.
She treated the physical aspect of the boys' education carefully. Each time she singled out a boy for fucking, she made sure that the boy would keep it a secret from the other boys. The boys, awed that she would give herself to them, kept the secret. None of the boys was aware that Lisa was laying any boy that she decided upon at the moment. So, Lisa laid each boy at will and each boy guarded his secret affair with Lisa jealously from the others.
The boys were a mixed bag of rejects. Being from the slums, the group was made up of Negroes and Puerto Ricans by and large, with a scattering of pure white boys. Their color mattered little to Lisa. All that mattered was the boys' education - and the size of their cocks.
Now, as Lisa lay on the bed, naked, next to her brother, she waited for him to open the subject that troubled him.
"Lisa," Fred said to his sister, "I think this whole experiment is going to explode in our faces."
"Oh, that's a lot of nonsense. The boys are responding to their teaching, aren't they?"
"Yes, but - "
"No buts, Fred. You know damn well the boys are applying themselves. They're learning useful trades. They're trying to speak better English. They're trying to improve their social manners. What more can you want? So far, our experiment is a success. All of the instructors agree."
"So far - but they're wild thugs. They're hoodlums. Sooner or later they'll rebel and go wild. You'll see."
"I'll see nothing of the kind. The boys, all of them, are doing just fine."
"Why must you lay them, Lisa?" Fred asked in a low, hurt voice.
"I have to, Fred, baby. I've explained it all to you. In my way, I'm giving them back their manhood by laying them."
"But they're such scum - "
"Don't you call them that," Lisa said hotly. "They're my boys, even if you want nothing to do with them. None of the boys are the same as when they came here. They've all improved. They're all trying so hard to learn."
"I wish you didn't lay them, Lisa - "
"Jealous?" she teased.
"Damn right I'm jealous. You're mine and - "
"Now wait a minute, Fred, baby. We have our thing together and it's very good. Don't ruin it by getting possessive now. I've been playing around for years and you know it. You never complained before."
"But this is different, Lisa. Those others were guys who had - class - they were our equals. But these boys, they're - "
"Don't say it, Fred," Lisa warned.
"I don't like it Lisa. Suppose the boys find out? Suppose one of them squeals? Now, what'll happen then?"
"None of them will squeal. I'm sure of that."
"But you can't be sure of that, Lisa," he said in an angry tone.
"I am sure and nothing you can say will change what I believe about these boys, Fred."
"Please, Lisa?" he begged.
"Drop it, Fred. I'm going through with this. I know that what I'm doing is right. Now. Let's get under the covers and cuddle up and fuck our hearts out and forget all about this, huh?" she smiled.
"But, Lisa, this is important - "
"So is this," she purred, her skillful hand finding his limp prick, squeezing it, fondling the slack balls. He groaned.
"Oh, Lisa. You know you get to me when you do that," he moaned.
"Sure I know," she grinned, her hand fondling his prick, feeling it begin to slowly harden under her expert touch. "That's why I'm doing it, baby."
"Oh, Lisa. I love it when you play with my prick. You've been doing it for so many years - since we were little kids - and I never get tired of it-it feels better all the time."
"Your lovely prick is getting nice and hard, Fred, baby. We'll have to send it down south - to my warm pussy - for a delightful vacation."
"Lisa, you're the only girl for me," he sobbed with desire,
"I'd better be," she said with mock sternness.
"You are. Even though you're not always faithful to me."
"That's the way it is," she smiled to her brother, as her fingers closed firmly around his thick, hard cock, slowly moving up and down. "And that's the way it's going to be - always."
"Yes," he hissed.
Lisa was lying on top of her brother, rubbing her lush, warm curves over him, making him sigh. As she lay on him, her tongue teasing over his ear, her teeth nibbling his earlobe, in his excitement he reached down with his hands and roughly gripped her buttocks, squeezing the lush globes, forcing her pussy mound down hard against his throbbing cock.
"Excited, aren't you, Fred, baby?" she cooed, teasing him.
"You've got me so hot I could screw a corpse," he panted.
"That'd be a dead lay," she laughed, rubbing herself nakedly over him. "Screw me, instead."
"That'd be a pleasure."
"I'll bet," she whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear, fluttering it, jabbing it, making him moan.
She gazed down at her brother's handsome face. His eyes were closed and his lips were curled in a smile of drugged pleasure. She climbed up over him, straddling his hips with her long, lovely legs. She took his huge, hard prick in the firm, caressive grip of her hand and slowly began to lower her moist, throbbing, hot cunt down toward the upthrust head of his cock, tightly gripped in her hand.
"You just lie back and enjoy this, Fred, baby. I'm going to fuck you - me on the top, the way you like it the most - the way I like it the most, too."
"Fuck me, Lisa, darling. I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me like crazy," he begged his sister.
"Lisa's going to fuck you silly, baby," she purred.
"Yes," he gasped. "I want you to - "
Lisa hissed as the warm, wet lips of her cunt made touching contact with the hard head of his cock. She moved her hips grindingly back and forth and teasingly and touchingly rubbed her moist slit over the tip of his cock. Back and forth over his swaying erection she rubbed her pussy trench.
"Take me," he begged his sister as she tormented him. "Please take me. Screw me."
"I will," she purred, rubbing her cunt over his cock, thrilling to the feel of the hard, knobby head of his prick as she rubbed the parted lips of her pussy over it.
And then she began to slowly lower herself. She felt his huge rigid rod slipping smoothly and easily into her hot wet slit. The lips of her pussy parted, widened, as she began to sit down on him, slowly pushing her cunt down on his upstabbing cock and then, with a deep sigh, Lisa sat down completely on him, her ripe buttocks coming to rest on his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside of the throbbing walls of her clinging vagina. It was buried deeply, fully inside of her. She flexed her internal muscles and they played, deep inside of her, on the rigid flesh of his staff.
"Uggg, so good. It's so good to be in you," he moaned.
"Ummm. It feels delicious inside of me. You fill me up so nicely, brother dear. Ummm, it feels absolutely yummy."
As she sat on him, straddling him, her pussy lips split wide apart by his huge erection, she began to move her buttocks about in a slow, teasing circle. She raised up slowly, his red, wet cock began to appear from within the tight, clinging circle of her cunt lips. Then she slid down again, her clinging lips wetly hugging the hardness of his arousal. She set the tempo. Slowly at first, moving up and down and circling for greater friction and feeling. Her hips began to revolve in wider circles as she moved up and down on his impaling cock. Her firm, swaying buttocks beat down on his trembling thighs as she began to slowly increase the tempo as she fucked him from the top, her body hovering over his as he lay there on his back, her huge tits bouncing in rhythm with their fucking.
She pounded her pussy up and down on his throbbing pole, violently, taking him completely, manipulating his huge hardness with her caressing, clinging softness. She pumped over him, now speeding up the pace, demented by her lust. Her buttocks slapped down on him with greater gusto as she fucked him with power and passion. He thrashed beneath her, groaning and sighing, bucking his hips up to meet every downward thrust of her cunt with an upward thrust of his hard cock.
She moaned as she used him, her lovely face contorted with passion, her blonde hair flying, every inch of her body in motion at once. She was impaled on his giant spear, but it was she who was doing the taking, not he; he was being used.
"Oh, so good, Lisa. Fuck me, fuck me," he cried out.
She didn't answer him. She was too busy. She plunged her cunt up and down over the slippery, lubricated length of his steaming cock. Her cunt lips held his driving cock in a tight vice as she jerked herself up and down over him and then she folded herself forward until she was lying fully on top of him, her breasts mashed against his chest, her body rubbing over his as she took him as a man would take a woman, her on the top, him on the bottom.
Her hungry thighs gripped him as she took him wildly. Her blonde puff of pubic hair was matted and cut in two by his ramming cock. Their genitals and thighs were slick from the wet juices that flowed out of her throbbing pussy. His cock glistened wetly as her cunt lips plunged up and down over it.
"What a glorious fuck this is," she panted as she took him.
Their writhing bodies were entwined as she took her brother in violent intercourse. Her ivory buttock globes shimmered as they rotated and swayed. The thickness of his cock was pulsating in and out of the open, clinging wet lips of her cunt. His rigid cock was spearing in and out, in and out, feeling as if it were ramming all the way up into her belly.
"Oh, what a marvelous cock you have," she panted.
"What a wonderful, tight pussy you have," he gasped.
She grunted over him, churning against him, driving quickly, her cunt making wet, sucking noises as she fucked him, squirming her buttocks and cunt wildly.
She loved the feel of his flashing cock as it pulsed between the warm, tight lips of her throbbing vagina. She sighed and panted as he thrashed beneath her, his hard rod slithering deep up inside of her. She slid over him, her body rubbing his warmly, excitingly, as her pussy took his cock with long, desperate, greedy thrusts. Her slit sucked hotly on his hard flesh as his cock jerked in and out.
She squirmed around on top of him, her thighs hugging him tightly, her body slithering over him, her wet, creamy vagina sucking his huge cock in and out. She screwed her buttocks round and round in delight and passion as her cunt ripped over his hard cock, consuming it completely.
"Ohhhh, Fred, baby, sooo delicious, soo good," she moaned.
She rode him as if he were a horse, her hips rotating in great swirling circles, lashing up and down. Her pelvis did wetly over him. Her hips were as if greased. Her tits and belly slid sensuous over him. She rode him wildly, giving both herself and her twin brother hot, glowing sensations. Fred, bucking wildly beneath his sister's churning body, thrust up to meet her stroke for stroke, trying desperately to keep up with her fantastic pace.
And then they came, together.
"Fred, I'm coming! I'm coming! Coming!"
"I'm coming, too! Aggggg! Uggg!"
Hot flashes hit them both. She skewered her body and humped wildly over him as his cock began to discharge its load of thick sperm, hotly bathing the pulsating walls of her vagina. The sperm pumped in huge spurts into her pussy. To Lisa it felt as if a fire hose had let loose a great gush of fire water inside of her. Their mixed come juice began to dribble out of the clasping, throbbing, churning lips of her vagina. She slid and slammed over him. The mixed scent of male and female filled their nostrils and then, it was over.
Their genitals were covered with cream. His cock began to grow limp inside of her hugging cunt lips.
"That - was sooooo delicious, Fred, baby," she breathed heavily.
"You're the best lay in the world," he panted beneath her, hugging her close.
"Ohhhh, how I love to screw you - "
"Yes. I love it anyway we do it - But I - think I love it best when you're on top, screwing the hell out of me - "
"I like to take you that way to. It seems kind of special, me laying you, baby," she cooed in his ear. darting her tongue in.
"You've taught me everything - I guess I'm just not good enough for you, though, Lisa."
"Now don't talk that way!" she said with subdued anger, still feeling the thrilling tingles deep inside of her vagina, where his limp cock was still buried.
"But, it must be true, Lisa - "
"How can you even think such a thing? You're plenty good enough for me. You have been since the first day you got a hard - on."
"But - if that's true - why do you need other men - ?"
"That has nothing to do with the way I feel about screwing you, Fred, my baby."
"It has to. If I were good enough, you wouldn't need other men - "
"Hush, now! Stop saying such things. You're the most precious thing in the world to me."
"But why - why do you need other men? I must not be enough for you - not good enough to satisfy you."
"You always satisfy me, Fred, baby. You just satisfied me gloriously, completely, utterly," she sighed.
"But, why then - ?"
"Oh, I guess I just have to have other men - I don't know why - I just do, that's all."
"And now the boys - "
"Please, Fred. You're all man. You're the greatest lover that a girl could have. You've been my lover for half our lives. If you weren't terrific, I would have tired of you long ago, just as you'd have tired of me if I weren't good."
"But I don't need anyone but you. Anyway," he added softly, "you won't let me have any other girl but you."
"I should hope not!"
"But you can have other men."
"I need them, that's all. You don't need any other girl but me. I wear you out. Girls are different. A girl can take on a gang of men and wear them out and she's still ready for more. That's the difference. I need it so much more than you do, baby. When I'm through with you, you have nothing left for any other girl, do you?"
"No, but - "
"No buts, Fred, honey. That's the way we're made. I'm a highly-sexed girl. You're highly-sexed, too, goodness knows," she smiled. "But when a girl's highly-sexed she needs so much more than any man does. That's all there is to it. Would you deny me my little pleasures?"
"I don't want to deny you anything, Lisa."
"Then let's stop this silly talk. If you need other women, if I weren't enough for you, I wouldn't stand in your way. But you don't need any girl but me. I'm all the woman you can handle."
He lay beneath her, perplexed. He knew that what she said was true. It made him feel inadequate, made him feel sexually inferior, just as he had always felt inferior to her in every other way as they grew up. She could always outdo him and even in bed she was better, more adequate, could take more and give more than he could.
"You always were better at everything than I am," he pouted like a child.
"Now, Fred, you're being silly," she laughed.
"You always beat me. You walked first, talked first. You beat me in the gym. You out-boxed me, out-wrestled me, threw me around with judo. You're better than I am."
"I've heard all I want to hear of that sad old silly tune you're always whimpering. Now let's be nice and warm with each other, as we always are, Fred, my baby. Let's stay in bed together all night long and make beautiful love. I can't wait to spend the night screwing you. If you weren't all man would I want so badly to screw you all night long?"
"No - "
"You're all man and a stud to boot, baby. You're a terrific lover."
Her words soothed him, made him feel better, made his battered ego begin to inflate again. Lisa knew how to make a man out of the weakest symbol of manhood. She worked her magic on her brother now, pumping up his ego with soft, adoring words. She could feel him respond, just as the boys were speedily responding to her enticements. She was in possession of every wile known to woman. She could use a man shamelessly and make him believe that instead of using him, she was serving him like a slave.
They made slow, full love through the long night. When Lisa awoke in the morning she felt totally refreshed, her cunt tingled delightfully. She was ready for more, much more. But toying with her brother's slack cock she knew that all the words she had told him were true. A girl, a girl as highly-sexed as she was, needed much more than any man - a man like her brother - ever needed. He was spent. He was used up, drained. She was fully charged and ready for more.
She bathed and perfumed and powdered her glowing, lush body with care. She slipped into her frilliest undies and put on a clinging, revealing dress that hugged her full curves. Then she started down to the classroom where she knew the twelve slumboys were eagerly awaiting her to start teaching them.