0 comments/ 129687 views/ 7 favorites Little Sister Ch. 2 By: sluttyally If you've read my story, "Little Sister", you'll know the reason why Vicki, my housemate, moved out. For a month, I managed the rent on my own but, then, I got a phone call from Flora, her little sister. "Ally, I need to leave home!" she complained. "Mum and dad are driving me crazy. And now that Vicki's back at home with us, she's a tyrant!" Flora was making good money with her part-time modelling and I certainly liked the fact that, unlike her sister, she'd proved to be very open sexually. I knew she was moody and unpredictable, but we struck a deal. The very next day, she moved in with very little furniture - but a ton of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes. "I know what you're thinking!" Flora giggled, as we lugged bags up the stairs. "I'm thinking of all the clothes and shoes I can borrow from you!" I laughed. We spent the whole first evening sorting out Flora's wardrobe and I felt like I was a six year old playing dress-ups again. "Put this on!" I'd say to Flora when I found a particularly sexy piece of clothing. Before long, we were both practically naked, sneaking glances at each other's bodies as we tried on scraps of fabric which were, supposedly, skirts, tops and dresses. "Do you ever wear anything that covers you up properly?" I laughed. Judging by the contents of the plastic bags, it seemed that Flora only wore miniskirts, skimpy tops and micro-minidresses. To be sure, she did have a few pairs of jeans, but she'd cut the waistbands off to make them sit low on her hips. "All the boring stuff, I've left at home", she replied. "Vicki can have it. I've moved out of home to have fun!" "Now you're talking, girl!" I laughed. We are studying at the same university: Flora was a first year Arts student, I was final year Psychology. In keeping with our student lives, we kept pretty irregular hours and, once or twice in the first week, I saw Flora stagger home in the small hours, dressed in a small twisted dress. However, I always made sure I was up in time to breakfast with her, if only to see what sexy outfit she'd tease the boys at uni with each day. "Bra?" Flora asked me one morning at the breakfast table. Flora's breasts were outlined behind a thin purple top, her areolae clearly visible. She toyed with the hair-breadth straps until a daring amount of flesh was stretching the neckline. "Forget the bra", I laughed. "You might get some good grades dressed like that!" Another morning Flora came to the breakfast table in a pair of striped cotton micro-shorts. "Can you tell I'm not wearing panties?" she asked, bending forward. "When you do that, yeah!" I replied. The stretched cotton became almost sheer, making her bare pussy lips visibly press against the fabric. When she stood up, too, the tight fabric clung to her folds, revealing more than it hid. "Thanks!" she'd say, and prance off to her classes, no doubt to taunt dozens of her fellow male students. + + + Having such a flirtatious little vixen around the house made me unusually horny too and I'd wear clothes to classes, too, that were more than usually revealing. I went to class one day in a long crocheted skirt with bare legs and a g-string underneath; another day, I took my bra off from under my lace-up peasant-girl top and took pleasure in letting people see my breasts freely jiggle around. "You look so sexy Ally!" Flora squealed one morning when she burst into my room while I was getting ready. I had on a brown suede skirt which laces up and I'd undone the top couple of loops so it sat very low. Because quite a lot of curvy hip was showing, I didn't want panties to show, so I hadn't put any on. The looseness of the skirt meant there was room to slide my hand in underneath and feel my bare pussy. This is what I was doing, in front of the mirror, when Flora came in. "Keep your hand there, I don't mind!" she giggled, when she noticed I'd reddened slightly. "I was just wondering if I can wear this skirt without panties", I said, turning to look at my reflection in the mirror and wiggling my hips. My skirt sat so low I could almost see the top of my ass but I thought it looked nice so I left it as it was. "Sure you can!" Flora giggled, wiggling her own butt, "If I can wear this with barely a scrap of underwear, you can too!" Flora was wearing a short white skirt which stopped mid-thigh and contrasted blindingly with her long tanned legs. For a change she wasn't wearing high heels, just a low pair of white mules. "You're joking!" I laughed, feeling immediately horny imagining Flora walking around the campus in a skirt that would waft aside in the slightest breeze. "Let's meet for lunch today, Ally", Flora suggested with a wink. "You can wear that sexy thing and I'll go as I am. I'll show what's under it then, OK?" "But I'm having lunch with my friend Carl today", I said. "Fine!" Flora giggled. "Bring him along. The more the merrier". + + + At uni, I clip-clopped along in my wooden-heeled mules. They're high, about 4 inches, and not all that comfortable, but the height makes me feel sexy. Today, too, the way my hips wiggled and my bare skin rubbed against the suede of my unlaced skirt made me especially horny. "You're looking particularly hot today!" Carl said when he greeted me on the lawns. "Thanks Carl" I smiled, giving him a chaste kiss. His hands met the bare flesh of my hips and, after our lips parted, one of his hands stayed on the smooth skin above the waist of my skirt. "Let's go and eat", I replied, enjoying his warm hand on my flesh and wriggling my hips to let my skirt slide lower. "My new housemate's having lunch with us today, if that's OK. She's Vicki's sister, Flora". Carl had the hots for me when we'd first met and, once or twice, I'd let him have a little taste but I enjoyed his company as a friend more than in bed. I continued to enjoy having him eye me off, though - and, of course, he was always trying to meet my girlfriends. "OK", he answered, as we walked together and I felt Carl's hand slide from my waist down my hip and push my skirt down dangerously low. I enjoyed the sensation so much I didn't even mind the stares we got from students inside the classrooms along the way. "Look at that girl's legs!" Carl whispered in my ear as we approached the outdoor café areas. "That's Flora!" I squealed, as I separated myself from Carl and ran to greet her. As we hugged, she also couldn't help sliding a hand in under my loose skirt. The skin to skin contact felt electric and I could feel my pussy tingle. She grinned as I introduced Carl. He found us a table out in the sunshine and held it for us while Flora and I went to order meals for us all. "So, who's he, Ally?" Flora asked breathlessly, once we were queuing. "He's cute!" "He's a guy I fucked once or twice", I said casually. "Just friends now, though", I added, in case Flora had ideas. I noticed Flora idly play with the knot that held her wrap-around top together. On the way back to the table, she must have loosened it slightly because when we sat down, even more tanned cleavage was jiggling precariously. Carl was hypnotized. "You've got a great tan", he commented to Flora, looking at the little silver cross that sparkled in the deep cleft between her breasts. "It's a good tanning weather today, too, isn't it?" Flora giggled, toying with her glinting jewellery. Carl, sitting opposite Flora and I, watched for almost an hour as Flora fingered her ornament and fiddled with the knot in her top. We chattered away and, by the time we had finished our lunch, it was clear that Flora could go no further without just flopping her breasts out altogether. "I'm still hungry!" Flora moaned. "Can I eat that bit of cake?" Without waiting for Carl's reply, she knelt on the bench and leaned a long way forward to take the morsel from Carl's plate. Her tits just about popped out in Carl's face, while I got a close-up of Flora's miniscule g-string. "Mmmm, yum!" she said, sitting back, licking her finger and flicking her hair back, as her breasts settled back into place, not quite hidden properly behind her top. Flora looked down, but made no effort to straighten herself up. "What time's your next class, Carl?" she added, with a giggle. "Ally and I are gonna sun ourselves on the grass over there. My next class isn't for a couple of hours". I looked across at Flora, as Carl replied. "In an hour", he smiled. "But I've read the text", he added, with a broad grin. "C'mon girls, let's get some sun". "Nice butt", Flora whispered, as Carl got up and took our rubbish over to the bins. His muscular rear and legs showed nicely in the shorts he was wearing. + + + The extensive lawns at uni are populated with shady trees and garden beds - and, of course, with students studying, chatting and flirting. Carl led us to a spot in bright sunshine by some trees, near several little pathways which run between the nineteenth century sandstone buildings. "Nice springy grass!" Flora giggled, as she threw herself down. We all sat down and Carl pulled his t-shirt off. "Nice chest, Carl!" I laughed. I know Carl's proud of his upper body - he does gym and rock-climbing - but he's probably a bit too vain for my liking, so I couldn't help teasing him. "Yours isn't bad either, Ally!" he joked, although a moment later he glanced across at Flora who was busily adjusting her top yet again. "What're the rules here about sunbathing?" Flora asked me, holding the undone knot of her top. "Can I go topless?" "Nope", I giggled, "I tried that in my first year and got fined. The rules are no swimsuits, no bare breasts". "Hmmm", Flora mused. "What about this, though?" Playing with her top, she stretched it so that, even tied, a good eighty percent of her large breasts were on show. She tucked the rest of the fabric up so that her whole belly was exposed. "Well?" she murmured. "Technically, I think you're OK!" laughed Carl. "What about you Ally?", he added, with a glint in his eye. "I've got my top off!" Before I answered, I watched Flora arrange her skirt, so that both thighs were visible to the hip. She lay on her back in a wanton pose and stretched out on the lush grass, so her g-string was just visible. Carl was transfixed. "Shall I take my bra off?", I asked, feeling a combination of horniness and slight jealousy at Carl's preoccupation with Flora. I unclipped it and pulled it out from beneath my top and then, like Flora, adjusted myself so that much of my breasts were exposed to the sunshine. I felt myself getting wet, too, as I glanced across at Flora, who moaned gently as her lithe body arched provocatively on the ground. "Oh, this sun is so, so, so good!" she murmured. As Carl started chatting with Flora, I lay on my back a short distance from them and untied the side of my skirt, so I could expose my belly to the sun. I pulled the hem up, too, to let the warmth reach my knees and thighs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun on my body, listening to the murmur of Carl's and Flora's conversation. "Mmmm", I heard Flora's tinkly little voice say softly, "That's nice, Carl!" + + + Suddenly, I came to, hearing a male voice loudly saying, "You're one lucky bastard!" I realised I'd drifted to sleep, as I opened my eyes, blinking, and leaned up on my elbows. The comment had come from a tall guy who looked like he was a graduate of skateboard school. He was standing nearby with his girlfriend - a pretty, plumpish blonde girl - and he and Carl had obviously exchanged a joke. It turned out that what they were looking at was Flora, who was virtually naked, her brown skin glistening in the sun. "Carl", I whispered, "How long's she been like that?" "It's cool, Ally!" he whispered back. "We just met Kelly and Donald now; they've been here a couple of minutes, just watching. They're not going to cause trouble". As if to agree, the guy and girl both nodded. All of a sudden, I noticed Carl's fingers were shiny and slippery. "Carl!!" I said, in a louder whisper. "Just tanning oil, honey!" Carl laughed. "You've been asleep for half an hour". Flora's long legs were slick with oil and, while I'd been asleep, she'd slid off her shoes - and her panties. Her white skirt was around her waist; her bare pussy, like her legs, was shiny with oil. She was lying back on the grass, eyes closed, writhing gently in the sunshine. "You're quick off the mark, Carl!" I giggled in a whisper, starting to enjoy the sight of Flora on the verge of opening herself up on the grass. "What did you say, Ally?" Flora murmured, rolling over onto her front to look at us. Her white skirt was grass-stained and she made no effort to smooth it down over her brown butt cheeks. Carl and I - and the watching couple - were staring hard at Flora's smooth rounded cheeks, and the little flirt knew it! She wiggled her feet again and parted her thighs slightly. "What are you talking about, you two?" she insisted. "Just telling Ally that the stuff on my hands is sun-tan oil!" Carl laughed. "I'll show you!" He moved to kneel next to Flora and recommenced rubbing his oily hands onto her thighs. As he did, Flora's legs widened and Carl's fingers massaged her brown skin, moving higher up her thighs as he did. "That's so nice!" Flora murmured, closing her eyes once more. As Carl's hands started caressing Flora's butt, I could feel my own horniness grow and wished Carl was doing me instead! Pretty soon, Carl's fingers were well between Flora's legs and she was moaning with pleasure, face down on the grass. Because he was shielding the view from the path, most people - except for Kelly and Donald - just walked by without noticing that this delicious girl was being fingered right here in front of them. Carl kept looking across at me, with a little smile. He knew I loved exhibitionism and that I loved watching other women get off - especially with a bit of an audience. I moved closer to see every detail of Carl's skilful hand on Flora's sticky pussy and could barely contain my arousal. "You're getting all hot and bothered too, aren't you Ally?" Carl grinned. I simply smiled back as I noticed Flora open her eyes momentarily, watching me slide my hand into my skirt. As Carl's hand continued to explore her plump wetness and Flora moaned distinctly, I put a finger against my slippery clit and worked it round and round. "Aren't you guys afraid of being caught?" Kelly asked. She and her boyfriend moved a little closer, gingerly. Carl knew he had two horny girls on his hands and he clearly didn't want to waste his opportunity. "Yeah, you're right", he replied. "Let's go back to my place. Flora? Ally?" he asked expectantly. "You guys can come too, if you like", he added, looking up at Donald and Kelly, who both blushed. "I like it here in the sunshine!" murmured Flora, as she arched back and spread her arms out. In this pose, her breasts popped clear of her loosely tied top and it was now obvious she never wore a top to sunbathe. The couple gawked at this and Carl pulled his hand from between Flora's legs. "Flora!" he whispered, "I think that's enough, babe!" "I don't care!" she murmured, as she writhed on the soft grass. I knew how Flora felt right now - I've always enjoyed spreading my body for an appreciative audience - but both Carl and I were concerned about campus security. If they caught us, our student rights could be suspended. And the best way to get campus security on the scene was to have a crowd. Which is exactly what was forming. "Flora!" I hissed, adjusting my own skirt and top. "C'mon, hon!" I knelt next to her and pulled her skirt down to cover her. She let me do that, but wouldn't allow me to adjust her top. She simply sat up, with her chocolate nipples sticking straight out, and asked naively, "What's wrong, Ally?" "Flora! Look!", I whispered, pointing to the by-standers who'd now assembled to watch her. At my comment, several of them looked embarrassed and walked on, until just Kelly and Donald remained. "We'll get hauled away by security, if you're not more discreet, babe!" "I'm horny as hell, that's all!" she giggled in a little whisper, as her oily hands went to her breasts. "Look, Carl's itching to do it with you! At home, though, OK?" I insisted. I was getting anxious, hoping that none of my lecturers or tutors would come this way and see me arguing with this stubborn topless girl. "I've got an idea!" Flora said suddenly, looking at the couple. "Why don't we all go over there?" She motioned towards a large tree, near a wall, several metres from the pathways. "But, Flora", I pointed out, "People can still see you!". "Not if . . .", she looked expectantly at the couple. "Not if Donald and Kelly come and shield me from view". Donald and Kelly both flushed again and exchanged a quick look. "We don't have to do anything, do we?" asked Kelly, a note of panic in her voice. "Not unless you want to!" I giggled, liking Flora's idea the more I thought about it. Flora tucked her breasts back into her top and picked up her shoes. We followed as she flounced barefoot across the twenty or so metres of lawn. + + + Now, I have to say at this point in the story, that I always thought I was a bit of a slut. That is, I'm often happy to show my pussy to strangers, and I don't have to know a guy too well to fuck him. But what Flora did amazed even me - and certainly made me happy to be sharing a house with her! "Give me the oil, Carl", Flora instructed us when we got to the tree. From her bag, Kelly fished out a sarong, which she laid down. Flora leaned against the trunk of the 150-year old elm, facing away from the pathways and lawns, and we knelt on the sarong, around her. "So, who wants to start?" Flora asked with a smile, parting her legs slightly. "Boys?" She looked from Carl to Donald, who blushed and looked down. As Flora lifted her skirt, she placed one bare foot in my lap, the other in Donald's. She dribbled some oil onto her lower belly and we watched as the rivulets ran across her puffy brown lips. "Don't you wear panties to uni?" Kelly asked. Her nipples were sticking hard out through her tight shirt. "This is much more fun!" Flora moaned, wiggling her feet as she started to swirl the oil around her labia. I took the foot that was in my lap and poured a tiny amount of oil onto Flora's little toes. Donald saw me start to massage her foot and he did the same. "Oh, yeah! That's brilliant", murmured Flora. Then she gave a little giggle and opened her eyes. "C'mon Carl, what about you then?" He didn't need to be asked twice. His hands went straight to work, kneading Flora's petals at first, tweaking her clit gently, and, then, at Flora's instigation, pushing a finger into her. I watched Kelly and Donald exchange a flirtatious little look of their own; Kelly was watching Donald push Flora's foot with its blue-painted toenails against the crotch of his pants. That gave me the idea to slide Flora's other foot up my thighs until I felt her toes connect with my rapidly moistening lips. "Ooohhh", moaned Flora, who was beginning to warm up thoroughly now; the minutes passed as Carl fingered her skilfully. Her feet were arching and wiggling as she built towards orgasm. "Please, Carl!" were her only words to the man who was giving her - and us - such pleasure. Carl interpreted Flora's words in the only way a man knows. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock. He looked at Flora, as if for permission, but her eyes were closed and her own fingers were sliding around her clitoris. "Oh, yeah!" Donald whispered, when he saw Carl's blood-filled penis. He was still kneading his own erection through his pants with Flora's slim foot, as his girlfriend watched. Little Sister Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Slut Mother I came home a little after one in the morning. I was partially tipsy and not in the best of moods as I made my way up the stairs. I suppose the fault is mine. I did not marry because I was in love but because Richard was filthy rich. My parents spoilt me and in Richard I saw a means of continuing this high standard. Admittedly, I have everything I ever wanted with the exception of two children that I did not. Don and Cindy are a by-product of my marriage; I do not hate them but simply tolerate them. At least we were well off enough to afford a nanny and therefore I did not have to soil my hands or spend too much time with them. They are now in their teens and pretty much keep to themselves. Richard is an excellent husband. He is a very busy man and is often out on lengthy business trips which allows me considerable freedom. As sweet as Richard is, he is a moron who hasn't yet figured out that I have been unfaithful to him many times over. He is simply too preoccupied in his work. I have had numerous affairs and have kept many lovers. I am very picky, though, and do not sleep with just anyone. My lovers have to be able to afford me! My price is jewelry and furs, expensive dinners and the like. Tonight had been a long and boring night. Geoffrey, my latest conquest, was becoming dull and intolerable. He was clumsy and awkward in bed and I just couldn't take it anymore. I usually spend the entire night at my lover's place, but tonight I left in the middle of the night. As I said: I was in a lousy mood. I am forty-three years old, about five-foot-six and as slim as a sylph. Oh, yes! I work out twice a week! For a woman my age I am still extremely attractive, sexy, and am often thought to be much younger than I am. I am your typical Californian blonde---long, luscious wavy hair, long and slim legs and a voluptuous body that men still drool over. And like most women who have money to spend I have a terrific tan, fake of course, and I also have silicone tits like most Californians. Nothing major----just enhancements to give them lift and firmness. My 34DD's are very round, rock solid and high chested and stick out like cones. On my slim and slender body they appear much bigger and fuller than they really are and I just love the looks I get. I am not vain about my age or my looks, but I am a woman who enjoys the attention men give me and I needed to remain fit, healthy and desirable. And I had the money to do it! I heard little whimpering cries stemming from Cindy's bedroom and shook my head as I walked by. The stupid, little screwball probably had another one of her ghoulish nightmares, I thought. She was my daughter but we were not alike at all. Soon I was going to be rid of her for she had decided to join a nunnery. Yes, Cindy was one hell of a weird kid! I had just about enough of her virtuous babble and her virginal attitudes. My eldest, Donald, was probably out. He is a tall and muscular jock and one of those kinds of kids who spend more time out than at home. I haven't seen him much in the last few years as he has been off to college and lately he has been talking of joining the army. I really do not care what he does and haven't paid much attention. But I do recall having heard him mention something about signing up for boot camp. Was it this week or next week? I switched the light on in my room and proceeded to undress. I kicked off my black stiletto pumps and wondered if a hot cocoa and a nice shower before bed would relax my nerves. As I do not like to prance naked around the house, I slipped into my high-heeled plush slippers and wrapped my night robe around my shoulders, tying the loose lapels around my waist with the wide sash. I grinned at myself as I noticed my reflection in the wall mirror. I was a vision in white. The long, white peignoir with the plush trim was so transparent that it hardly hid what I was wearing underneath. I could definitely make out the contours of my lace panties, the silk garter belt and the white and sheer stockings. The plush trim of the peignoir did hide the outlines of the lace demi bra but did not conceal the shape and size of my breasts. I turned a bit and studied my profile. Yes, girl----you still have what it takes! I entered the kitchen and pulled a cup from the cupboard. I filled it with water and heated it in the microwave. While I waited for the water to heat I got myself a pouch of instant cocoa. I turned as I heard footsteps in the hall. My son Don stood framed in the door wearing his ugly, blue bathrobe. I gave him a brief glance, opened the microwave and took out the heated cup of water. Don had been home for about a week now but we had hardly spoken. I am always shocked to see how big he had grown for I hadn't seen him in almost five years. "Ah, Don. Did you just get in? I didn't hear the door." I turned my back on him and tore open the pouch of instant cocoa. I could feel his eyes on me as I opened a drawer and pulled out a small spoon. I heard a small intake of breath. My gown had opened as I had bent over and my full breasts had suddenly spilled out. Christ! Was he checking out my boobs? I drew the gown a little tighter and straightened with a frown. Don gave me a stony look. "No. I was in all night. Watched TV." I nodded as I stirred my cup. "Ah." I sipped at the hot contents and frowned as I caught him staring at me again. There was a strange gleam in his eye, a look I'm very familiar with. I know I'm his mother, but Don is a man and most men can't help but stare at me. I don't know if I was angry or pleased. I was embarrassed a bit for after all he was my son and I didn't really feel comfortable with his leering eye. I drained the cup and found that he was studiously analyzing the white, silk garter belt that was stretched across my slim hips without the slightest embarrassment. Even through the thin and filmy peignoir it was extremely noticeable. God, talk about being blatant! I suppose it was my fault---I did look very sexy! Don coughed. "I guess this is goodbye, mom. I leave tomorrow." I nodded. "Yes, right. Boot camp, eh?" I emptied the sugary crud into the sink, turned off the light and brushed past him. "Well, take care of yourself." Don suddenly spun around. He made an odd sobbing kind of sound, sort of full of anguish yet alarmingly angry-sounding at the same time. I gave a surprised cry as he pounced on me from behind. He sank a fist into my thick hair and pulled my head back. "Bitch! That's all you have to say?" he hissed at me. He gave my hair such a brutal yank that I fell to my knees with a sharp cry. He bent his head down close to mine and hissed in my ear. "You may not have any feelings for me, you cold and cruel bitch, but I'm going to give you something that'll make you never forget me! On your feet!" He pinned both my arms behind my back and tore me to my feet. "Jesus Christ, Don! You're hurting me! What's gotten into you?" He gave me a cuff across the side of the head that made me see stars. For a moment I was too frightened to react and let him parade me up the stairs, one huge hand clamped around my wrists, the other tightly wrapped in my long and thick hair. He dragged me into my bedroom, flung his arms around my waist, lifted me up and flung me face down across the bed. He was on top of me in a flash. I shrieked with fright and tried to get out from under him, but his 220-pound body really had me pinned down. He grabbed my left wrist and I could feel the cold steel of a handcuff being slipped around it. "Don! Let me go!" I wailed. He produced another set of cuffs and tied it around the other wrist. And then he pulled my arms back and fastened the ends of the cuffs to my ankles, trussing me up like a turkey. During the struggle one of my plush slippers had fallen off and he calmly retrieved it off the floor and slipped it back on my stockinged foot. "Don! What the hell are you doing? Untie me this instant!" In response all I got was a friendly pat on the head. He got off me, panting and wheezing. My arms were pinned far back and my knees were bent up behind me. I could not move. "Cindy!" I yelled out, "call the cops! Help me! Cindy!" Don burst out laughing. "She can't help you, mommy dearest. I tied her to her bed. Besides: I gave her such a workout that she couldn't walk even if she wanted to!" Oh my God, I thought to myself. What had that bastard been up to tonight? Had he attacked her, too? My thoughts were interrupted as I felt myself being lifted off the bed. Man, that boy was strong! He spun me around and plopped me down on the end of the bed in a kneeling position. He slipped his hands into my hair and fluffed the wavy mane out of my eyes, spreading it across my shoulders. "I won't be getting any pussy action in boot camp," he said softly. "So I figure I ought to get all I can before I leave. Cindy was a lot of fun, but I still need more. That skinny thing tired real quickly. But you do this stuff quite often, don't you? You should be able to give me hours of pleasure!" "Oh my God!" I cried out with shock. "Have you lost your mind?" "Quiet!' He knelt down in front of me on the floor, sank his large hands into the plush hem of my thin and see-through robe and slowly peeled it open. My huge breasts, cradled in that skimpy lace demi push-up bra, popped into view. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the two tanned globes flowing over the narrow cups. He knelt there for a minute or so, slowly taking in the sight of my heaving bosom. The sight of my firm and conical tits made men gasp with astonishment and I suppose Don was no different. A 34DD bust isn't exactly massive, but it's definitely larger than average. The silicone implants, along with the push-up attributes of the bra, however, really amplified the shape and size and created quite a cavern between the two avocado-shaped and virtually sagless cones. As I was wont to unbutton my blouses very low it was one of my favorite bras because it showed a lot of cleavage. The lace demi bra hardly hid my perky nipples from view. They were actually pushing against the thin material, creating little half-pockets so that the pink tops of my aureoles were visible. "Shit! I thought Cindy had a terrific set!" he exclaimed. His eyes were wide. "But these are utterly awesome! I'm definitely going to enjoy these!" He slammed his beefy hands around the cups of the bra so brutally that my breasts popped out and over them, exposing the pink nipples completely. I have aureoles the size of cotton balls, big and puffy ones, the nipples themselves almost buried in a large field of light pink. Don gasped with pleasure. "Shit! Look at those nips!" "Don! Don't do this." I pleaded with him. "Please let me go!" "Shut up!" He slipped his hand between my firm breasts, grabbed hold of the thin bra and tore it off me with one, brutal yank. I shrieked as the torn hooks raked across my back. And then he had his hands around them; squeezing and mashing them with vigor, which was very painful, as the silicone inserts were not very pliable. Whereas most men couldn't cup my full breasts completely, my son's huge, beefy hands did just that. He mashed and squeezed them; his eyes fixed on the pink nipples slipping through his fat fingers. He tore my breasts to the left, tore them to the right, studying the little scars left behind by the implants. Although his fat fingers disappeared into the soft flesh around the tops and sides of each large breast, the fact that his thumbs wouldn't dig into the flesh under each cup puzzled him. Oh, but that bastard tried! He spent considerable time massaging and caressing them, sometimes gentle and sometimes with brutal strength. Occasionally he'd let go and wrap the transparent peignoir around them, squeezing and massaging by sore breasts right through the thin material. He made me squeal when he pinched and tweaked the perky nipples or rolled them with his thumbs. The peignoir was thin and filmy but it started to feel like sandpaper! He bent forward and began to lap and poke my nipples with his tongue, creating large and wet stains in the material. Ooh---he was starting to kiss and lick his way around my entire breasts. Soon the front of the peignoir was sopping wet, shiny and completely opaque. Everything was visible---I might as well have been naked! My nipples began to ache and I could feel my pussy becoming wet. This wasn't happening---I was letting myself become aroused by my own son! And then, with a deep groan, he ripped open the peignoir again, thrust his head down, opened his mouth and stuffed my right breast into it. Because of the perky and rounded nature of my breasts he was able to shove almost most of my tit into his mouth. It really hurt as his teeth closed around the soft flesh. He stuffed as much as he could into his mouth, clamped his lips firmly shut and then raked his teeth down towards the tip. He stopped at the nipple and teasing pulled at it and I have to admit that it sent shivers down my spine. He did this maneuver to both of my breasts, moving his face from left to right. And he did it for an extended period, slurping and sucking on my breasts while he held me firmly against him. Then, after a momentary break, he let go of me and cupped my breasts in both of his huge hands, squeezing the sore aureoles up and out. My nipples were already quite swollen from the continuous stimulation they'd received and were protruding outwards, thick and lumpy. I cried out with sudden pain as he closed his teeth around the left, perky nipple and really pulled and tweaked it back and forth. Oh, he was yanking and pulling at it! He chewed, bit, licked and gave it repeated tongue lashes that made it shake and quiver. It clamped his teeth around it and began to tease it, madly pulling and yanking at it until it was practically sticking out like a finger! And then he attacked the other nipple. He completely ignored my cries and my pleas and just fed on my nipples until they were red and extremely swollen. Although I felt a burning itch and stinging pain in both of my nipples I was enveloped in a haze of ecstasy, a fact that I could hardly fathom. I'm no virgin, but I don't think that I've ever felt so aroused before. I couldn't figure it out. Quite often he made me squeal with pain and quite often a shudder of delight would flow through me. No man had ever gone quite so nuts on my tits before and I felt rather excited and strangely stimulated. And then he finally released me and rocked back on his heels. Spittle was oozing from his lips and his eyes had an odd look to them. Oh, this boy was far out of control! "Why are you doing this?" I sobbed. He rose slowly and stared at me. "Simple. I gave it to Cindy because she's such a stuck-up little cunt who needed to get laid. She's got an amazing body under all that shit she wears. Did you know that? And you----I'm doing this because you are such a whore and I want in on some of that action." I stared at him. He unwrapped his blue bathrobe, flung it in a corner and stood naked before me. I gasped and nearly choked as I caught sight of his penis. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen and I just couldn't believe my eyes. I don't know if it was fully erect or not, but it was already well over twelve inches in length and as thick as an aerosol can. It was rock solid, as stiff as a pole and thickly veined. It was positively huge and my eyes widened with horror. The head itself was gigantic---a monstrous purple and gleaming knob the size of a pear! His testicles were as large as baseballs! "Oh my God!" I uttered with sudden fear. I've had all sorts of cocks deep inside me, large and small, but I suddenly realized with sickening fear that his would never, ever, ever go in! It was impossible. The thought was horrifying! "Get that thing away from me," I gasped. "Is this a joke? That thing can't be real!" "Oh, it's real, mom. All fourteen inches of it is pure man meat! " Don lifted it with a hand and grinned at me. "Open your mouth, bitch, and suck me off!" He approached me and shoved his huge thing against my mouth. "Suck it!" I shook my head with horror. "Never!" He slammed the huge thing against my face with such force that my teeth rattled. "I'm in no mood for games! Suck it! Open your mouth or I'll make you regret it!" I turned my head to the side as far as I could and shook with revulsion. "No! You can't make me! Let me go!" Don bent over me and fumbled with the handcuffs. "Have it your way." I could smell his sweat and feel the wetness of his precum on my right thigh as his monstrous cock bumped into me. He unhooked my ankles and pulled my legs out from under me so that I fell back with a startled cry. My firm breasts didn't even shake as I fell back. He grabbed my wrists and drew me across the bed and fastened the cuffs to the headboard. I kicked out with my legs but he was on top of me in a flash and pinned me down on the bed. He tore open the long and see-through peignoir, draping it across the bed like a veil. I was at his mercy, lying there like a peeled tomato! I stared at his kneeling body. His huge cock was sticking out like a utility pole, the hole in his gigantic head grinning at me like an evil eye. "So. You're not into foreplay, eh?" he sneered at me. His roving eye was on my body, studying the white, silky garter belt and the lace panties I was wearing. He slipped his hands into my lace bikini brief and tore it off me with such force, that my hips actually bounced numerous times. I cried out but Don just laughed as he flung the panty across the room. His eyes widened at the sight of my exposed vagina. I can fully understand his sudden astonishment. I am completely shaved and the entire area is of the lightest pink color. This is no major surprise as I am a natural blonde and have kept my body fit. My hips are lean and I have no body fat whatsoever. Admittedly, and proudly, I can put any high-ranking porno model to shame. This is no easy feat for a woman in her early forties! Yet the most shocking thing about me, besides my rock-hard tits, is the fact that it looks like I have an exceptionally small pussy. I have almost no labia whatsoever---my pussy lips are virtually non-existent---just a slight gash surrounded by some darker-looking flesh. I've been told that I have a pussy that of a child. This is only misleading as my cunt can stretch like any other. My clitoris, barely visible as it is, is sort of folded back and hidden deep inside. But once my lips are stretched it pops out as if held back by a spring. Don shook his head. "Jesus! I though Cindy had a tight cunt! Oh---this is gonna hurt you! I am going to make you shriek like a pig!" He crawled closer to me, lifted my stocking-covered thighs and wrapped my long legs on either side of him. I shook my head with horror and tore at the cuffs that bound me. But Don just grinned at me and grabbed hold of his huge cock and guided it against me. "Here we go, bitch! You're going to get the ride of a lifetime!" He pushed his gigantic head against my folds and I quivered with sudden shock at the touch. He toyed with my pussy for a few seconds, massaging his head back and forth cross my small folds. And then he pushed his cock into me. I shrieked as his huge head stretched my pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before. Man! That head was gigantic! He pushed and prodded as he tried to get inside me. Thankfully his huge head was tapered----otherwise he would have split me open! Half an inch slipped into me; then an entire inch. I stared at him with wide eyes as he pushed slowly forwards, very slowly, gently grinding and worming his huge cock deeper into me. He only had about two inches inside me but already I felt as if I had been filled completely! My clit popped into view and I felt a sudden tingling sensation as he began to toy with it, rubbing his huge head back and forth across it. Then he slipped it into me again, a good three inches. His head was almost fully inside me! I cried out sharply as the first pangs of pain shot through me. His enormous head, as big as a fist, was grinding into me and I almost passed out. My pussy lips had never been stretched so far apart and I could actually hear my sphincter groaning in protest. "Stop! Stop!" Little Sister Ch. 2 "Shut up!" Don barked at me. "I haven't even started!" And he began to push forward, inch by inch. I bit my teeth and closed my eyes as he slowly fed that huge thing deeper into me. I have never experienced anything like it. His gigantic cock was spreading my cunt wider and wider! My pussy walls actually expanded to a width I couldn't imagine. His whole head was now buried inside me and I suddenly burst out with a moan of pleasure as he slowly wormed his cock deeper into me. I have never been stimulated like this before. Three inches: four! Don just kept on pushing! I opened my eyes and stared with shock at his huge cock sticking out of me like a bat----and there was still a considerable length to go! Don grabbed me around the waist and began to push harder. I cried out with pain as he forcibly pushed another inch into me with one, solid shove. He now had half of his immense cock inside me! He drew back a bit, then rocked forward again, sliding in even deeper. My body ached and my entire pussy was on fire. He continued this pumping motion, slowly jackhammering deeper and deeper into me with every agonizing push. Each hard, push resulted in his tremendous cock sliding in just a little deeper. I shrieked and flung my body up and down as his head slammed against the deepest part of my pussy. The bed rocked and my body shock as he thrust himself deeper into me. And then he was up against my cervix. I was simply lying there, grunting and groaning as he wormed his cock into me. Don had his beefy hands clenched tightly around my waist, the fat fingers curled around the silk garter belt. Sweat was poring out from his forehead and the muscles on his huge for arms were bulging. I cried out with the sudden sharp pain as his huge head ground against my cervix with another heavy thrust. I flung my legs up and down, jackknifing my body so much that the plush slippers fell off my feet. "Agh! Agh!" "Yeah, bitch!" Don growled as he continued pushing into me. I couldn't believe it. He had at least nine inches deep inside me and there was still a good portion to go. "Take it! Take it!" He wouldn't stop his forward thrusts. I cried out as the huge and bulbous head of his cock was spreading the cervical sphincter apart. He was actually widening it! An odd sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure, swept through me. I was being stimulated in places I didn't even know could be stimulated! And then he was through. With one, wicked, forward heave, he sank his fourteen-inch cock deep into me, his large balls slamming against my groin. His head ground against the depth of my womb and I cried out with sudden ecstasy. What a feeling! I have never been touched there before and every nerve ending was sending off incredible signals. My body was on fire! "Oh yeah, baby" Don growled. He wrapped his huge hands around me, lifted me slightly up off the bed so that I lay loosely cradled in his arms. And then he began to earnestly fuck me! He didn't' do any pushing----no----he drew my body up and down along three-quarters of his immense length! My body flopped and my head banged against the headboard with every push. He was madly guiding my body up and down his huge shaft with such speed that my firm breasts had actually begun to flop back and forth! The head of his huge cock was grinding past my sore cervix with every thrust, spreading me wider and wider, and stimulating me so that suddenly a torrent of sticky pussy juice was being swept out of me to stain the bed sheet. He was making me cum! I was indeed shrieking like a pig now---loud yelping sounds echoed through the room. "Aiee! Aiee! Aiee! Aiee!" I have never been fucked like this before. It was incredible. The agonizing pain of his thick and long cock slamming and out of me was immediately replaced by such a delirious sensation, a sensation I had never experienced. It was almost virginal----I couldn't explain it. I had never been brought to such heights before. I could hardly breathe! And then I came. I let out a long and crescendo-like wail, tore at the handcuffs, arched my body out of his arms and orgasmed like I've never did before. It lasted for an eternity! Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. I couldn't see; I couldn't think; I couldn't feel. I just screamed and screamed as his huge cock slid in and out of me. And then I felt his cock swell and stiffen. "Oh shit!" I heard him exclaim with a deep-throated grunt. A hot blast thudded repeatedly against the soft wall of my womb. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! It just wouldn't stop. With a loud groan Don emptied his balls deep into my womb. Those huge balls had an endless supply and the continuous thudding of his hot sperm against my sensitive womb was driving me insane. Each ejaculation stung me as if fired from a pistol, and it sent me over the edge completely. I was mentally kaput! He withdrew his long cock and fell on top of me with a low moan. He buried his face in my shoulder and sank his teeth into my neck. "Oh shit!" I just lay there gasping and panting, my mind in a whirl. He fondled my hair as he kissed and licked at my neck and throat. He lay like that for awhile, stroking me and kissing me. His lips found mine and we were suddenly embraced like lovers. His hands were in my hair and his tongue was deep down my throat. After awhile he eased off and rose up on his elbows. He slipped a little lower and began to feed on my sore breasts again, toying and teasing the swollen nipples with tongue and teeth. His hands caressed them again, fondling and squeezing them. He wasn't done with me yet? How much more could I take? He rolled me over onto my side and lay down behind me, his face in the nape of my neck. The headboard creaked as the handcuffs slid along the bar. I groaned as he lifted my left leg into the air, holding the stockinged thigh in his strong arm. I moaned in protest as he positioned his huge cock against me again and groaned deeply as I felt the fat head slip past my pussy lips. "Nice and slow now, mom," he breathed into my ear. He slipped half of his cock into me with one push and began to rock his hips back and forth. Oh, I moaned with pleasure at the sensation of his huge cock rubbing against my pussy walls. We fucked like that for nearly fifteen minutes during which I must have experienced at least three orgasms. His gentle strokes plus his continuous nibbling at my neck and ear were driving me mad! His huge cock was now sliding in and out of me with considerable ease. Loud squishy and slapping sounds echoed through the room as he drove about nine inches of his fourteen-inch long cock repeatedly in and out of me with short, gentle strokes. Don suddenly withdrew from me and rolled away. He rose to his knees, grabbed my thighs and forced me onto all fours. With a shriek I grabbed hold of the headboard, the cuffs on my wrists clanging along the bar. He spread my legs apart, flung the long peignoir over my back and mounted me from behind. Before I knew it he had slid his gigantic cock into me, pushing it slowly forward until his balls thudded against my groin. It lasted all about three seconds until he was all the way in, but those three seconds were a thrill of a lifetime! Every single pore of my entire vagina was being stimulated as his thick and massive cock slowly pushed through me. I groaned deeply. Don began to fuck me again, this time riding his entire length in and out of me with long and slow strokes. I moaned and groaned with pleasure---it was unbelievable. And then Don suddenly lunged forward, burying his cock deep inside me with a vicious thrust. In and out he slammed it, ramming himself in and out of me with the speed of a piston. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" he hollered as he jackhammered his tremendous cock in and out of me with such force and speed that my head collided with the headboard with every push. I flung my head about and wailed as the fat head repeatedly thudded past my cervical ring. Another tremendous orgasm was building itself up inside of me and I grunted like an animal. And then he came again, depositing another voluminous load of sperm deep inside me. Shot after shot of hot sperm thudded against the back of my womb. I already had half a gallon sloshing around in there and now I felt positively bloated. My orgasm was cut short by a horrible gagging feeling----how much sperm was in there. Although I was past my forties I was still having my periods. I still had a full, safe week to go. But he had deposited his sperm so deeply, right in front of my ovaries that pregnancy was almost certain. The thought was suddenly so horrific that I actually dribbled bile onto the pillow. Don rose and stumbled onto the floor. Cum was dripping of his huge penis and the sweat was poring down his back. "Don't bother trying to hunt me down, mom," he said as he drew on his bathrobe. "That wouldn't be wise. Dad is too stupid to realize what a little tart you are. Only I know about your illustrious affairs. Imagine what he'd do to you if he were to find out. Dad would just love that little stint you had with Uncle Morris, eh? I've got it all on tape! I've got quite a video collection of you and your little pals, too. If Dad got his hands on those he'd certainly throw you out on your ass! But you love this lifestyle, don't you? It's all his money, eh? Be smart----don't say a word. Good-bye, mom. You and Cindy were loads of fun." Little Sister Ch. 2 Like a hot knife into butter, Carl's angry-purple cock slid easily into the outstretched flower beneath him. Flora let out a loud gasp and I was relieved that nobody walking by paid attention; from the pathway, I suppose we just looked like a bunch of students chatting under a tree. "Can I?" I heard Kelly softly say to Donald. Her hand was on his pants and with his nod, she undid his cock too. Unlike Carl's his was long and thin and she stroked it in her little hand, while Donald kept Flora's slippery foot rubbing up and down his shaft as well. By now, Flora was bucking her hips and I knew Carl was about to come, because she opened her eyes and said to him, quickly, "Not inside me, OK?" Carl was as good as his word because, literally two seconds later, he pulled out, spurting a great stream of gooey cum onto Flora's chest and stomach. Carl momentarily lay his head on her belly, but then sat up. "Yum!" Flora said, as she rubbed the cum into her oily skin, and into her clothes, where the cum had left damp patches. As she did this, she became aware of what Donald and I were doing with her feet. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed, with a giggle, "A double foot-job! That's so cool!" A thought then crossed Flora's mind, because her lovely brow wrinkled and she looked intently for a moment at Kelly. "Um, Kelly . . .", she started. Kelly didn't answer but merely kept her hand on her boyfriend's thin, hard cock and smiled as Flora pulled her foot away. By the looks on both Donald's and Kelly's faces, they'd worked out what she was going to say and Donald looked at his girlfriend, slightly guiltily. "Go on," Kelly said softly. "I don't mind". Donald hesitated and his cock started to go limp in Kelly's hand. She squeezed a little harder. "Really, I don't", she repeated. Flora grinned and told Donald to sit under the tree. "I want to be on top", she said. By the time she'd maneuvered him into position, poor Donald had became quite soft. No wonder, with Kelly's, Carl's and my eyes on him. But Flora's lips came to the rescue and, within seconds, he was standing tall again and Donald was smiling, slightly uneasily. "Is this OK with you?" Flora asked gently, as she squatted above him, slowly lowering herself. Her delicious slim butt was raised up as she angled her hips forward to receive him and she moderated his thrusts. Kelly was staring, wide-eyed, at her boyfriend fucking this stranger out in the open and it was not difficult to read her expression of amazement. "I can only cum when I'm on top", Flora giggled, as if she needed to explain herself to Donald. His eyes were closed and, with a grimace on his face, he pounded his hips up hard against Flora's little body. She jiggled herself to get different angles and, every now and then, let out a small "Oooh". Sweat was beading on her skin and, mingled with the oil, gave her nearly naked body a coppery sheen. "I'm about to cum!" Donald whispered hoarsely. Gracefully, Flora eased herself off and, sure enough, a spurt of white launched itself into the air, raining down partly on Flora, partly on Kelly. We all laughed, as Donald collapsed into relaxation on the grass. After a brief moment he, too, smiled as he sat up. Looking around him, he seemed suddenly to remember that his pants were around his knees, so he pulled them up and packed his half-erect cock away. + + + It was relatively easy for all of us to restore order to our clothes, except for Flora. Her skirt was a mess of grass-stains, tanning oil, sweat and cum and her top was damp right through in places. "Looks like you missed your class, Carl" she giggled, as she smoothed her skirt down over her legs. "But I haven't", she added, looking at her watch. "Gotta go!" "Other things are more important than classes, sometimes", he laughed. "Like getting you looking presentable. You can't go to a class like that!" "Course I can!" Flora laughed. Then she leaned over to me to whisper something. "I'm still feeling very horny, Ally! I'd like to give the guys in class something to look at. Can I wear your shoes?" My feet are a size smaller than Flora's but, smiling at her wantonness, I took my strappy shoes off and handed them to Carl, who slid them onto Flora's brown feet. "Nice!" she said, wriggling her toes. She staggered to her feet with Carl's help and, standing in my four inch heels, her oily legs looked superbly muscular and taut under the grubby white skirt. Her raven hair was messed up from lying down and little bits of dried grass were stuck all over her. "Can we give you our phone number?" Kelly asked, breathlessly, as we began to walk towards the classrooms. "Not as innocent as you seem, huh?" I giggled. Kelly blushed, as we all laughed together.