18 comments/ 430880 views/ 15 favorites Vacation Planning By: MarciaR I have trainee breasts. That's what my brother calls them. They are very small, and they stopped growing when I was thirteen years old. The rest of me is eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the seventh grade. My aureole (I looked it up in the dictionary, so I know it's spelled correctly) are pink and kind of puckerish and only about the size of a quarter. My friend Tami Stanton has breasts so much bigger than mine that I can't stand to look at them bare; her aureole are big and dark brown and the size of silver dollars. She wears a size 38D brassiere while I barely fill a 32AA. When I was eleven years old and my breasts first began to grow, I was so happy. My mom has big breasts and so do both my aunts. On my father's side, the breasts aren't quite so big, but at least they are there. Based on this I expected something nice for myself. Needless to say, I wasn't just disappointed, but heartbroken. When I first started wearing a bra, Kevin would play his fingers along the edges of it and along the strap where it crossed my back, and a lot of the time he would undo the snap right through my shirt. I would whine at him and tell him, Come on, Kevin, don't do that! but that did as much good as complaining about it to my mom. "Oh, come on," she would cluck at me. "He's only teasing you, Cloe." "Yeah, Mom!" I would say right back to her. "That's the whole point!" My real name is Cloe-Marie, one word, hyphenated, but everyone calls me Clo, except my mom, who calls me Cloe when I'm good and Cloe-Marie when I'm bad. I hate Cloe-Marie. It was my grandmother's name. Anyway, the teasing doesn't bother me now as much as it did then. I got used to it. In fact, there's a certain joy in not having every guy you see stare at your chest. And besides, I've discovered that there are a lot of guys who like girls with small breasts; they consider it erotic or something, like being with a thirteen year old girl. Guys are such perverts. Kevin is a pervert, but he's also my brother. We were born sixteen minutes apart and I'm his younger sister by that quarter hour. His younger, brat sister. But the truth is, I think I would much rather be a younger sister than an older one. I need someone to look up to. In the last two weeks, Kevin's teasing has developed into touching. Because I love him so much, I didn't quite know what to do about it. "If you don't like it, Clo," he told me just this afternoon, "tell me to stop." "Like it would do any good?" I complained. My uniform shirt was unbuttoned and free of the waist band of my skirt. He had my bra undone and I was holding it up for him. My nipples were erect from him playing with them with his fingertips. I was embarrassed and antsy. He stuck his hands into his lap and said peevishly: "I'll stop as soon as you tell me to stop. You know that. I've told you that before. I stopped last week, didn't I?" You shouldn't have been doing it in the first place! is what I should have said to him, but I didn't. I liked what he was doing to me. Giving him too much shit might make him stop. And since we weren't in any real danger of getting caught by mom, I wasn't gonna to do that. "Didn't I?" he repeated. I let out a slow, "Yessss, I guess so," and sighed. "Then give me a break, okay?" "Okay. But just don't make them hurt, all right? It's not like they're used to being played with, Kevin." "They're not?" he said, grinning slyly as he began fingering them again. "No, they're not," I lied back, feeling my face grow hot with embarrassment. He laughed and said: "You are one strange girly-girl, Clo." "You're calling me strange?" I demanded. "I'm not playing with your nipples," I pointed out. "I don't make you play with my penis," I told him, even though I don't have one to play with. He laughed again and actually began to blush. "Cut it out," he said. "That was only once." "Once was enough, Kevin. It spurted out all over me, remember?" "Clo!" "Well it did!" I protested. The truth was, the hot sticky fluid spurting out on my wrist wasn't as gross as I had made it out to be. I was more concerned about the part that got on my shirt sleeve and on the front of my blouse than I was about my wrist. And if you really want to know, I wanted to taste it too . . . but of course, I didn't. He stopped playing with my nipples and sat with his hands in his lap. I sat with my bra held held up and my nipples shrinking back to their normal size. "I could take it off for you if you want me to," I offered. I had never offered to before, but Mom wouldn't be home until six o'clock and Dad not until after eight. It was only four-fifteen. "What?" he said, wide-eyed. "Never mind," I muttered, reaching behind me to snap myself back together again. "I shouldn't have said that." "No, wait!" he said hurriedly. "Don't do that!" I let go of my straps and put my hands in my lap. I was covered up, but not by much. My bra just sort of hung there in front of my breasts. I was breathing harder now and my heart was skipping along inside my chest. Kevin was breathing through his mouth and doing it kinda loudly. He had done that the day I had stroked him onto my wrist. "Do you want me to take it off?" I asked him. "Yes," he said softly. The look in his eyes and the way he kept staring at my brassiere made me feel awfully strange. I slipped my blouse back over my shoulders and lay it beside me on the couch. Then I slipped the bra straps off of my shoulders one at a time, kinda slow and sexy like, although I was more scared than feeling sexy. Some weird muscle cramp was clamping my knees together and my legs were beginning to tremble. Gooseflesh popped out all over my upper body. It made me shiver. "You okay?" he asked, kind of in awe. "Uh-huh." But I was anything but okay. My eardrums were ringing and I felt cold and tingly hot at the same time. I put the bra into my lap and clutched it there. My nipples were so hard they hurt. "You're sure you're okay?" he asked again. "I'm sure," I answered. "You're all trembly," he said, looking at my gooseflesh and at my aching little nipples. "I know," I said. "Just hurry up, okay?" He blinked. "Hurry up and what?" "I don't know," I whined, scrunching up my shoulders in embarrassment. "Whatever you're gonna do, okay?" That's when he took me by the shoulders and twisted me sideways and lay me down on the cushions. He took my bra out of my hands and dropped it on the floor. With nothing left to do, my hands just sort of fluttered there at my sides. When he crawled on top of me, they touched him on the back, then fluttered some more. Like me, they were very confused. Then he bent down over me and put his mouth over my right nipple and I stopped breathing. * * * "Mom?" I said. "Can I have one of dad's beers?" It was nine-thirty and I was half-watching CSI, and half-doing my homework. I loved CSI. Well, I loved Warrick Dunne. "No," she said absentmindedly, then, "Yes, but drink it in the kitchen." "Mom!" "Don't argue with me, young lady. Take it or leave it." I got up grumbling, stuck my tongue out her when she couldn't see me anymore, then went upstairs to the kitchen. Dad was there. "Hi, Daddy," I said, feeling incredibly guilty and sure I was showing it. But Dad just looked worn out and out of it like he always does on weekday nights. He mussed my hair like I was still thirteen and told me hello. "You been a good girl today?" he asked, his head stuck in the refrigerator. "Uh-huh." "How about school?" He had the package of Louis Rich turkey bologna in one hand, and two slices of cheese and the mayonnaise in the other. I got him the bread out of the bread box. "Okay," I said. "The usual stuff." "Still gonna ace math this semester, Clo?" "Of course!" I said. "Need it for college," he said. "Uh-huh." I got a Heineken out the six-pack box and twisted off the cap. "Is it okay if I drinks this upstairs?" I asked. "Only if your mother told you not to," he joked. "She did," I told him truthfully. "Okay, but don't get caught." "Thanks, Daddy." I took another Heineken from the box and told him; "I'll take Kevin up one too." "He'd like that," he said distractedly. "You and your brother getting along better these days?" "Some," I said. "But mostly he's still a jerk." "All brothers are jerks," he said with his back to me. "That's why they're brothers." Whatever that means, I thought. I left the kitchen and went upstairs. In the hallway outside his door, I stood for quite a while, too chicken to knock. My heart was skipping along inside my chest, and my breathing was getting ragged. I turned away three times, then finally tapped on his door. "What?" he asked grumpily. "It's me. I've got something for you." There was a long pause, not as long as I'd spent standing at his door, but long enough to make me want to walk away again. Then I heard him get off his bed and walk across the room. His door opened one inch. "What?" he demanded. That was it. I burst into tears and made a beeline for my bedroom door. I had just gotten to it when he hissed out after me: "Cloe wait!" "No!" I wailed back at him and banged open the door. I was just trying to get the door knob locked when he pushed the door open and forced me back. I was too upset to know what else to do so I wailed "No!" at him again and just stood there crying. "Shhhhh! Mom and Dad are gonna hear you!" "I don't care!" I cried out. But it was a very low cry because, of course, I really did. He made shooshing motions with both his hands and mouthed "Be quiet!" and then looked out the door. Then he closed it for me. And then he grabbed the Heineken bottle that I threw at him. "What is the matter with you?" he complained. "Me?" Ever since we had done what we did on the couch downstairs, I was worse than a little sister to him; he was treating me like a leper. He shooshed me again and I burst into fresh hot tears. "Why are you treating me like this?" I bawled. "I'm not treating you like anything!" he came back. "I know! That's the whole point!" He came over and put his hands on my shoulders. I tried to get him off me by twisting and trying to duck away but he held on tight. I was crying really hard by then but doing it silently--trying to do it silently--and was amazed at how real the tears were. My crying fits are usually more show than real, but this one was not. I was really crushed. "All right, all right!" he said. "I'm sorry! Okay?" As desperate as I was to hear those words, I needed an explanation more. "Why are you being so mean to me?" I sobbed. And then he did something that shut me up and made me stop my crying. He kissed me. * * * It was an hour and a half later. We were in the basement together. Mom was upstairs talking to Dad about summer vacation and Kevin and I were pretending to watch THE RUNDOWN, with The Rock. What we were really doing was talking. "Bobby sees this hickey and I'm dead," I told him quietly. We both looked back at the stairs at the same time. This was not as good as being alone in my bedroom would have been, but a whole lot safer. He slipped his hand into mine and interlaced our fingers. I shifted uncomfortably, but didn't let go of it. "I got carried away," he said softly. "Sorry." He got carried away, all right. Right below my left nipple. It had happened while we were on the couch upstairs. I rubbed absently at it through my shirt front and he pushed my hand away. "Stop that," he said. "It hurts!" "You're drawing attention to it, dummy." "It hurts," I repeated. "Sorry, okay?" Maybe he was, but I wasn't. And I wasn't sorry he had kissed me, either. After my shock had died away (and I really was shocked), I had stood up on tiptoe and kissed him back. I had been kissed before, of course, by my boyfriend Bobby and by Jamie Kent and Michael Kurtz and David Segal, and once even by my best girlfriend, Erica Ross, just to see what it was like, but I had never been kissed before by my brother. I was grossed out and turned on at the same time. Then I was just turned on. "Nuhhummnnnn!" I went after about thirty seconds, finally tearing myself away. I staggered back four or five steps, him coming after me two or three. I blinked in confusion and looked from him to my unlocked bedroom door, then back again. I gulped really loudly. My God! I thought. Did I really just do that? "You okay?" he whispered. I nodded, then shook my head back and forth, then nodded again. I was panting through my open mouth. I was shaking. What if Mom had walked in? I went right over to my bedroom door and flung it wide open. "What are you doing?" he asked incredulously. "Do you want her to catch us?" I responded, just as incredulously. He hadn't been alone with me in my bedroom with the door closed for . . . .well, maybe never. So, was there a better way to get caught? My entire body felt disheveled, my clothes all pulled loose and twisted around me, like we had been wrestling on the bed or something. I went to the mirror on the back of my closet door and straightened myself out. "Maybe I should go," he said uncertainly. "No!" I hissed. I was confused and totally freaked out, but I wasn't that freaked out. I wanted to be with him. I went over to the bedroom door, looked down the hallway, then tiptoed out to the stairs. I could hear Mom and Dad talking, either in the kitchen or in the dining room. They were saying something about whether we should fly out to Grandma's house in New Mexico and then rent a car, or take the van all the way out. I heard Mom say the word Grand Canyon, and I tiptoed back to my room. "They're talking vacation," I said. "Uh-oh." Uh-oh was right. Any minute now--any second now--one of them might call up the stairs for us to come down. Mom would want to know what I thought of an indoor pool or an outdoor pool at some motel, where Daddy might asked Kevin what he thought about seeing whoever might be fighting in Las Vegas. I figured our best shot was just to go downstairs ourselves and see if they button-hooked us. I went first. "Hi, Mom," I said. "Cloe, come over here and take a look at this." I sighed dramatically and clumped over to the dining room table and took a look. They had a dozen travel brochures and motel brochures and attraction brochures spread out on the tablecloth, and Dad's laptop computer was sitting there. On the screen of the laptop was a pretty cool view of The Grand Canyon. Normally I would have gotten excited about that, because they took us there five years old and I had really just loved it, especially the Colorado River, which was so cool with all the white water and the rafting and all that (not to mention the guys) but I was too antsy to appreciate it just now. Patiently, she showed me a map and motel/casinos in Las Vegas. That should have excited me as well, because when we in Atlantic City just last month for a weekend, and I had stayed up all night and partied with my two best girlfriends, Erica and Tricia, doing things in the room of a boy we had met there that my boyfriend, Bobby, would have dropped me over in a second. I still get giddy and guilty feeling, just thinking about it. "We're thinking about staying at The Bellagio," she said. It was a big curvy white hotel with a big fountain out front that looked really expensive. We had stayed at Trump Plaza in Atlantic City and that had been just fine with me. But if the Bellagio had a casino downstairs and guys my age I could meet when my parents were downstairs gambling, then that was fine with me also. She kept talking and I did a lot of hmm'ing and yeah'ing and saying things like, Sure, that would be cool, Mom, and Yeah, I guess that's all right, until she finally got irritated enough to send me away. I got halfway over to the basement steps when I suddenly turned around, went back over to the dining room table and kissed my mom on the cheek. "Don't be mad at me," I said. "I'm just not in the mood right now, okay?" She looked at me surprised, as well as angry, but the surprise began winning out. My mom and I don't get along very well any more and mostly, of course, that's my fault. But I'm eighteen years old, you know--I'm supposed to piss off my mom. Not wanting her to come grab me later on for a second thought, I hung around for a while and pretended to be interested in what they had to say. That's why it took almost an hour and a half before Kevin and I could be alone together again, downstairs. I snuggled an inch closer to him and squeezed his hand in mine. Our fingers were still interlinked and he looked anxiously back over his shoulder. I said, "Don't worry, okay? We'll have plenty of warning if they come downstairs." He only grunted. When I went to lay my head on his right shoulder, he bounced it right off again. "Ow! Kevin!" "Stop that!" he hissed. "I told you it's okay!" I complained, rubbing my head. "They can't hear us or see us down here!" "I don't care!" he said. His face was sulky-looking and he had his bottom lip stuck out, so of course, I took it the wrong way. "No!" he said, grabbing back my hand. "I didn't mean it like that, Clo. Not like that." He held it tightly in both his hands and I couldn't get it free. Finally, I settled down and it was okay again. "You've got to stop being so freaked out," I told him. "I can't help it. This is weird and you know it, Cloe." I turned so that I was facing him, my left leg up on the couch, his hand in both of mine. "We're not doing anything we don't want to do," I told him. "Right? So what's the big deal?" He gave me that Big Brother look, the one that said, Don't be a stupid ass, Cloe. "Is it the kissing?" I asked, knowing very well it wasn't the kissing. "No!" he said angrily. "It wasn't the kissing. It was the fucking, okay?" The truth was, he had been very gentle with me on the couch. I had expected . . . well, I don't know what I had expected, because I had never done it before. "Are you all right?" he had asked me anxiously. At the moment I was, but fear had me tight as a brand new pair of shoes (I was going to say tight as a virgin, but that's what I was), and I half-squeaked, half-pleaded at him. "Yes! But be careful!" My heart raced and my breath wanted to tear its way out of my chest. Timmy Roland had fingered me with two of his fingers that night in Atlantic City and Michael Kurtz had put his finger up me, and of course, Bobby had fingered me too, but this was not like being fingered, not at all. Frozen, Kevin just hung there above me, his face rigid with stain, the head of his penis stuck in the mouth of my vagina. It was too big; it would not go in. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Of course I want you to stop! I almost screamed at him. You're my brother! But I didn't want him to stop. The moment he had laid my down on the couch, I knew this might happen. But I had denied it right away, saying, No way! Uh-unh! No way that's gonna happen to me! But here I was now, completely naked beneath him, my legs spread wide to take him inside me (wide, but ready to clamp down on him at the first hint of pain), my hands clutching his biceps so hard that they'd leave indentations from my fingernails that you could see an hour later. "Kevin," I moaned up at him. "I'm scared!" "Does it hurt?" he asked, shaking from the strain of staying where he was. "No," I admitted. "Not right now." It had hurt when he had first gone in--a sharp, tearing-like pain from being stretched--but for now I was okay. I was just scared shitless, that was all. Shit, I was terrified! Vacation Planning I turned the key and the engine died. Stillness overtook us. Slowly, the sound of the cicadas started to pick up and penetrate the quiet. I looked at my wife in the passenger seat. Her face was flushed, providing a pink background for the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The Jack-and-Coke she had at the bar a few minutes earlier was starting to have its effect. She was looking down at her hands. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded tightly. "Uh-huh." "Hey, remember this is just for fun. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to." She shook her head. "No, I promised you..." "Look at me," I said, and waited until she raised her eyes to mine. "This is for both of us. We are here to play and have some fun. If you aren't doing it for yourself as much as you are for me, I'll fire the car back up and we'll go home." She squirmed in her seat. "It is hard to admit it out loud," she said. "I do want to...to do this. I'm excited, but I'm also scared." "Nothing is going to happen that you can't stop instantly." I reassured her. "But you have to trust me. You have to give control over everything to me just like we talked about. Are you ready for that?" This time she turned her head and with a deep calming breath she looked me in the eye. "Yes." She nodded, keeping eye contact. "I'm ready. I trust you. Let's go." With that I opened the console box between us and took out a six foot leather leash with a heavy brass snap on the end. I snapped the leash to the collar around her neck and gently pulled her face to mine. "You are my slut tonight. You will do what I say, my pet. You will cast off all of the artificial boundaries and restrictions society has placed on you. The only boundaries and restrictions are those I place on you. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," she said quietly. "You can stop this any time you want, right?" "Yes, Sir." "How?" "I say 'Halt halt halt." "Then what happens?" I asked. "You take me home." I gently tugged on the leash. "Then what?" "I...you spank me," she fidgeted when she said it. I was a little afraid that she might want the spanking just enough to stop things right there. I decided to remind her of the rest of our deal. "Then what?" "We go to the mountains for our vacation instead of the beach," she said. "That's right, my pet. We spend my valuable time off hiking and whitewater rafting in the cool mountains rather than picking sand out of our cracks and frying in the sun and watching tons of fat jiggling by on some forsaken beach." "But, If I don't say it in the next two hours..." she said with a smile. "Then we enjoy the sand and surf. Plus I will smile and be happy. No grumbling, no wise ass comments about beached whales in bathing suits, I'll be cheerful, chipper, and happy." She nodded. "Now put it on, my precious little slut," I said. Then I got out and went to her door. By the time I opened her door, she had the red silk scarf tied around her head. I took her arm and helped her out. I inspected her blindfold, ensuring that she couldn't see through any gaps. Then, holding the leash, I stepped back and inspected my pet. She was wearing one of my work shirts – a plain white shirt with a button down collar. The buttons from her sternum down were buttoned while the rest were pulled open enough that the swell of her small breasts was visible. The shadows of her nipples showed through the shirt in the lights of the parking lot. Anyone looking would be positive that she wasn't wearing a bra. The shirt tail covered about half of her thighs in the front and back. On the side it reached just below her hips. When she walked the two sides of the front would split open, revealing her legs completely. The bright red of her lace panties was visible as a dark shadow where the shirt touched them. Her sandals were simple flat sandals – just a platform to show off her pretty feet. No heel, just a little protection from the residual heat of the blacktop. Her black leather collar was thin and dainty. The line of the black leather leash cut across the shirt, providing a nice contrast. My wife looked hot. "You look sexy," I said. I leaned forward and brushed her right breast. Her nipple was standing at full attention. She pushed into my hand with a sinuous purr. Her response told me that she was ready. "Let's go now, pet." I guided her to the entrance door. The recent remodeling had given the hallway an air of classy elegance. There was a faux stone facade on the left, complete with a little waterfall. Combined with the signs stating that you had to be 18 to enter and the view through the payment window, the short hall had an air of cheap class and decadence. I brought my pet to the payment window. The clerk barely saw me. He was looking at the sexy blindfolded woman at the end of my leash. I cleared my throat and he looked at me. "Sunday is couples night, right?" I prompted. He glanced back at my wife. "Uhh...yeah...yeah." He reached for a button and the solenoid in the door buzzed. I pulled it open and guided Ally through it. "Mind if we browse a bit before we go in the back?" I asked the clerk who was behind the glass counter to our right. "Sure. Go ahead." The room was full of racks of clothing. There were display cases full of sex toys. One wall was covered with DVD's showing a number of vices. I led Ally past a rack of t-shirts bearing blunt witticisms such as "I know what boys like" and "I fucked your husband". I read a few to her. Her nervous laugh told me she was still a bit tight with apprehension. Farther down the room was a rack of 'club wear'. These were outfits for the local strippers to purchase. There were super short spandex skirts in your basic black as well as some that looked like they had been worked over by a team of ten year-olds with the Bead Magic machine. I found a plain black short dress that buttoned up the front from neck to hem. Depending on the number of buttons open, the dress could go from vanilla to decadent very easily. I held it in front of Ally. "This might do. This says it is a size five. You think it would fit?" I asked my blindfolded wife. "I...I don't know," she stuttered. I popped the leash just gently enough that she had to take a step to keep her balance. "Do you or don't you wear a size five?" I asked. "It...it depends. If the clothes are expensive, then I usually wear a three. With other clothes, I could wear anything from a three to a seven," she said. That stopped me cold. "You mean there isn't a firm definition of size. A five doesn't mean so many inches in the waist or across the shoulders?" "Nope. They are more of a general guide. It is a marketing game," said Ally. "They make the expensive stuff bigger so you feel good about buying a smaller size." I thought about it for a second. "Then you don't have any idea whether this dress will fit you, right?" "Right." "Well then, I have the answer to that." I said. Then I led her back over to the glass cases near the entrance. The clerk perked up when he saw us approach. "Mind if she tries this on?" I asked. "Sure. The dressing room is right over there," he said, pointing. I smiled. "That's ok. Right here will do." I gave the leash a little tug. "Pet, try on the dress." Ally froze. She knew that at the very least, the clerk was watching her. This was her first test. I decided to put a little pressure on her. "You go to the mountains much?" I asked the clerk. He jerked his gaze from Ally. "Huh?" The non sequitur had really thrown him. "Uhh...sometimes," he said, finally. Ally got the message. She reached for the top button on her shirt and began to turn her back to us. I gave the leash a little pull so that she couldn't face away. She flushed a deeper red. I smiled at it and the clerk and I enjoyed the strip tease as Ally unbuttoned and removed the shirt. I took it from her. Ally is 5'3" of former gymnast. She stays in shape at the local gym. You can still see the lithe muscle that propelled her through graceful twists and turns. I noticed her nipples were hard little nubs even though the room wasn't cool at all. I handed her the dress and she slipped it on. "Just a couple of those buttons will be fine, little pet," I said. The dress was perfect. She looked great in it. With just two buttons at her belly fastened, she looked like a sexy little harlot. The black dress gaped enough to show the sides of her breasts and most of her legs. The red blindfold was the perfect accessory. All she needed with it would be heeled shoes to really show off her legs. I turned to the clerk. "I think the dress would look better with some heels, don't you?" "Yeah. They are right over there in the corner if you want to try some," he said. I led Ally over and quickly found a pair of black four inch heels in her size. She slipped them on and I led her back to the front. "Better now, isn't she?" I asked the clerk. He nodded. "Very nice." I turned to Ally. "Let's get you changed back, now." She didn't need my encouragement to strip to her panties in front of the clerk this time. He watched her hungrily as she slipped my shirt back on and buttoned the bottom half of it. I balanced her as she bent to swap the heels for her little sandals. Placing the dress and shoes on the counter, I said "If she is a good pet tonight, I'll get these on the way out. Do you mind holding them for her? She'll redeem them with a kiss later." He smiled. "Sure thing. I'll have them right here. Just be sure to ask me for them." Holding the leash we headed to the short hallway that led to the back. The walls were painted flat black. There were a couple of video poker games on one side of the hall, but no one was sitting at them. I stopped in the middle of the hall. I could see a guy sitting on the couch in the room where there was a television sitting above the coke machine that served as a little sitting area. I could hear some voices from the room off to the left where the smokers went to satisfy their addiction. "Okay, little slut. You ready?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled her to me and slid a hand up her leg to her panties. They were damp. "You enjoyed showing off for him, didn't you, you naughty girl?" I asked. She rolled her hips trying to get more contact with my hand. "Yesss," she said in throaty whisper. I laughed and turned to lead her down the hall. As we entered the small room with the coke machine I saw that there was a man seated in each couch. The television was showing a woman on her knees sucking on a very large cock. Her occasional gags and his moans drifted through the room. The moment we entered the room, both of the men locked on to Ally. The sexual tension was palpable instantly. I nodded to both of them as we turned to go through the opening to the gallery. I heard them scramble up behind us as we entered the dark room. To our left were two rows of booths each with a small stool and a video screen. There must have been five or six guys hanging around various places in the room. You could see a wave of interest as they noticed the blindfolded woman wearing just a man's shirt enter and start walking down the row. The interest became even more heightened as the noticed the collar and leash. I led Ally down one aisle and around to come back up the other. I'd stop once in a while to look in the booth at the show on the screen. There were lots of close ups of genitals playing on the screens. Ally was walking somewhat hesitantly, but she was getting used to the blindfold. I could only imagine what she was experiencing. She could hear the bits of the various sound tracks from the porn as we passed each booth. She could also hear the shuffling of steps as the men moved to watch us. After that lap of the booth area, I led Ally over to the doorway to the newly added theater. There was a long sloping ramp down to the entry to the room. As we started down the ramp, Ally stumbled. As she fell forward, her arms reached out. She caught herself on her knees with her arms around my waist. I turned to her and pushed her face into my crotch as the men following behind us watched. After a moment. I helped her stand. "You ok, pet?" I asked, as I inspected her. She looked fine. "I'm good," was her response. "No, little one, you are so bad," I responded with a laugh as I led her into the theater room. There were six or seven rows of seats separated by an aisle in the dark room. We stood for a moment in the entry to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. The show being projected against the surprisingly large screen showed an oriental woman with long black hair being fucked from behind as she blew another man. The moans and sounds of bodies slapping filled the room. I led Ally in about three rows and we sat in the middle of the row with a few open seats between her and the open aisle. There had been a few guys in the room when we came in. On the very back row I saw someone with their head in a guys lap. When I looked closely, I could see that it was a guy giving head there. Ally sat with her head turned slightly off of the screen that she couldn't see. She was listening to the show and the sounds of the guys that followed us in taking seats. One soul braver than the others took the end seat on our row. I leaned over and whispered into my pet's ear, "There are probably ten or twelve guys in here right now. They all want to fuck you." I gently rubbed the skin on her thigh as I spoke. "Oh, my you are missing quite a show. The movie shows a beautiful oriental woman being used by two men. They are being quite forceful with her." Ally was subtly squeezing her thighs in a slow rhythm as I stroked her leg. I pulled her head to me with the leash and gave her a deep wet kiss. When it broke, she whimpered quietly wanting more. I sat back and put her left hand in my lap. As I watched the movie, she stroked my iron hard cock through my slacks. When the two men finally emptied themselves all over the tits of the oriental woman on the screen, I told Ally to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way. She did it slowly, but without hesitation. I could smell the tension in the air. The men in the room were watching every move Ally made. Once the last button was open, I reached over with both hands and squeezed her tits just hard enough to make them feel hard in my hands. She was panting when I let go and gently slid my palms over her hard little nipples. I stood up and had to arrange myself so that I wasn't tented in my pants like a high school boy peeking in the girl's dressing room. Then I guided Ally back out to the aisle and towards the door. As she walked the shirt fell open. She was exposed in a strip from her neck to her red lace panties. All the men in the rows in front of us stared at her. I described it to her as we walked up the ramp and back into the room with all the video booths. Standing at the end of the aisle, I watched as men came out of the theaters and stood at the doors to various booths. Hunger was evident on all of them. There was a mix of people, everything from the poster boy for the dirty old man stereotype to a couple of guys that looked like they just stepped out of the corporate office. We walked down the aisle slowly. I made eye contact with a couple of the guys, but most didn't see anything but my little pet as we walked. I stopped in front of a booth that was empty and guided Ally in. I could hear scuffling feet as I closed and latched the door behind us. The screen was showing two women kissing and fingering each other while a man watched them and stroked himself lazily. I reached up and untied Ally's blindfold, stuffing it into a pocket as she blinked her eyes and looked around to orient herself. I smiled at her and reeled her in for a deep kiss. I felt her press her body tightly to me as we kissed. The shirt was wide open and her nearly naked body was pressed against my clothed one. I pushed her to her knees and she pulled my pants down and dug my hard cock out. I spent the next five minutes enjoying a delightful blowjob while I watched the trio on the video fuck and suck. Then, as the tension in my balls started to reach the point of no return, I grabbed the leash and pulled Ally up. "You nasty little slut," I said loud enough to be heard outside the booth. "You were trying to make me cum. You wanted to finish me fast so we could leave, weren't you?" "No...no I was just..." I pinched her right nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "Hush your mouth my pet. I know what you were doing. You've earned yourself a little warning punishment. Panties to your knees and bend over the stool...now!" When she was bent over, I slowly lifted the tail of the shirt, exposing her naked behind. I pulled the shirt up and draped it over her head. Then I rubbed her ass cheeks gently with my right hand. "Belt or hand, belt or hand?" I wondered aloud. Then I quickly pulled my hand back and swatted her left ass cheek hard enough to burn my hand. I was sure everyone outside the door heard the smack of flesh on flesh. Ally flinched, but didn't make a sound. She's a tough little thing. My next strike was the other cheek. The red handprint glowed in the dim light of the little booth. I could see her dewy excitement between her legs. She was on the verge of dripping. Two more swats finished up the punishment. These two were to the back of her legs where they would show below the tail of the shirt. Judging from the way she spasmed after the last smack, she had a nice little orgasm there. Her sweet nectar was dripping from her engorged pussy lips in a string that reached down to the soft inner thigh. I wiped it with my finger and fed it to my little slut. I zipped myself up and told her to turn around. I put the red blindfold back on and checked to be sure it was light tight. I just looked at my wife. My shirt that she was wearing was unbuttoned and open from throat to crotch. The red of the lace panties that I pulled back up matched the red of her blindfold. Her collar and leash were dark lines across her flesh. Her skin was flushed from the spanking and orgasm. She was still breathing a little hard as I watched her tongue run across her upper lip. She was still excited and horny. "Halt, halt, halt – three little words. That's all you need to say. You don't really want to go to the beach and be around all those people. We can stop now. All you have to do is say those three little words," I said. "We can go home and I'll make that little orgasm seem like nothing." I trailed a finger down her chest to the top of her panties. She rolled her hips and stood on her toes, trying for contact with her pussy. "Nooo," she groaned. "I can't tell if you are telling me no you don't want to go home or if you are disappointed that I'm not ramming my fingers into your sweet little pussy," I said. "Just say halt, halt, halt and we are out of here. I'll finger you until you faint." "No," she panted. "I want the beach." "Okay little slut. Your loss," I said. I grasped the leash and opened the door. There were at least three or four guys standing there watching us as I lead Ally out. I took her back up the aisle to the little entry room with the couches and the drink machine. Since that was the way to the exit, I could tell the guys behind us were disappointed. They were thinking we were leaving. When we were in the little room, I sat Ally in the middle of one of the couches, I sat on the end. There was space next to her for two more to sit. It only took a couple of moments for the couch on the other wall to fill and for a couple of guys to lean on the entry way. One of the younger guys asked if he could sit on our couch. I said, "Sure, but hands off my little slut. Okay?" He said, "No problem!" and sat with a half person of space away from Ally. Vacation Planning He leaned forward past Ally and asked, "Do you come here much?" "Not really," I replied. "This is a little out of the ordinary for us." "I guess so," he said with a long look at Ally. I leaned over and whispered in Ally's ear, "Little pet, why don't you show the nice man just how pretty your titties are." Slowly she turned towards the guy and said, "Would you like to see my br..." I popped the leash a little. "Your what?" "...my titties?" she finished. "Sure!" was the eager response. "They are not as big a most," she said as she drew the shirt open, exposing her self to him and most of the rest of the men in the room. "Do you like them?" "They're lovely," he assured her. "And you belly button ring is very sexy, too." Her hand trailed down to the little post with a dangling gemstone over her navel. I felt the temperature in the room notch up a couple of degrees. "Tell your friend what happened when I spanked you in the booth," I instructed. She seemed to shrink into herself a little. Then I saw her take a breath. "I came," she whispered. "A little louder little slut," I said. "I don't think he heard you." "I came. It was so naughty," she said slightly louder. The guy next to Ally was really revved up. I decided it was time to up the stakes a bit. I leaned to him and said, "We are going to take another lap around the booths in a moment. There's no telling what might happen if you were to be standing at one of the ones near the back." He looked up at me, then over at Ally. "I'm going for a walk now," he said. "You two take care." He stood and went into the arcade. A moment later one of the dirty old man types sat next to Ally. I stood and helped her up. We took a step forward to the coke machine where I put her hands on the lighted plastic. She was bent forward almost ninety degrees at the waist. I grabbed the tail of the shirt and lifted it up. All eyes in the room beheld my pet's taught ass. The string of the panties came up her crack, exposing my hand prints on her cheeks and upper thighs for all to see. The crotch of her panties was dark with her wetness. Then I stood her up and we strolled down the aisle of video booths. We paused at a number of booths. Each one was continuously showing one kind of porn or another. I paused at one that showed an interracial scene. A cute blonde nymph was doing things with a huge black guy. The size difference between the tiny girl and the guy was amazing. She wasn't more than 5'1", he was muscular and well over 6' and very well endowed. As we watched he was standing up with her on his waist. You could see his arms flexing as he lifted and dropped her on his cock. Then he lifted her all the way off of him and put her on her knees. He started fucking her mouth very hard. She wasn't a passive participant either. She was going after him like she was starving for it. It was semi-rough and very raunchy. Ally couldn't see it, but I whispered descriptions in her ear. "Wow," was her response. She was rubbing her knees against each other and squeezing her thighs as we stood there. I moved us down the aisle and saw our friend standing at the door to a booth. I guided Ally past him and asked the guy standing at the next booth to let us in. He asked if we wanted company. "Not right now," I told him. Then I shut and locked the door. The movie in this booth showed a woman on a kitchen table getting eaten by a man seated in a chair. Nice dinner. This booth differed from the last one we were in. There was a 6" diameter hole between it and the next booth. I looked and saw our friend looking through the hole. I turned and said, "Strip, you horny little slut," to Ally. She removed my shirt quickly. I set it on the stool so that it wouldn't get too dirty from the floor. When Ally started to remove her little panties, I stopped her. "Wait. I want you to turn this way," I said as I faced her away from the hole she didn't know existed. She bent at the waist and slid the panties down her legs. The guy looking through the hole was looking right at her butt and pussy, now. I pushed Ally to her knees and took the panties from her hand. They were wet with her juices. She was clearly very excited by this. As she started unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out, I passed her panties through the hole to our friend. I turned so that we were side on to the hole so he could see my blindfolded wife sucking my dick. After a few minutes of this, I moved her around so that she was facing the hole with her hands on the wall. I stood behind her and eased myself into her sweet pussy. "Mmmm. You are such a slut," I said. "Showing off your body like that. Teasing those men. You like that, don't you little pet?" "Ung...yes...yes...it's so good," she said in rhythm to my thrusts. I looked down at the hole in the wall and saw a circle of face peering in at us. "Pet, I bet you would like to have your titties touched, wouldn't you?" "Please...yes...yes," she responded. "I bet you would like to have your nipples pulled and twisted, wouldn't you?" "Yes...please." I winked and nodded at the face in the circle. He squeezed his arm through the hole and grasped her left breast. Ally froze, then said, "Oh God...he's touching me...oh...oh." I continued stroking in and out of her as I felt her pussy clamping on my cock. His hand switched between her breasts as she started having a continuous series of little orgasms. When they started slowing down, I grabbed her shoulder and stood her up, pulling myself out of her. Our friend through the wall pulled his arm back and peeked through again. "Did you like having your titties touched like that?" I asked. She smiled dreamily and purred a languorous "Yesss." "You have to thank him then," I said as I pushed her to her knees in front of the hole. Her whole body tightened up. The post orgasm bliss was shattered. She didn't expect this at all. She pushed her hands against the wall, holding herself away from the hole. I saw the face in the hole disappear. It was replaced with a hard cock. Ally was holding herself away from the waving cock she couldn't see, but knew had to be there. "No...please," she said. "Hmmm. Those weren't the three little words that will send us to the mountains, little pet," I said. "You know what I want to hear." Her head bowed for a second. Then I saw her take a deep breath. I expected her to use it to give in and say 'Halt, halt, halt'. But she surprised me. She began sliding her hands over the wall searching for the hole. Her left hand found his hard cock first. Her wedding ring shone in the light from the TV screen as her fingers encircled the cock of the man she had never seen. She stroked him with her left hand while her right hand held the base of his cock and stroked his balls that were partially thrust through the wall. I reveled in the sight. After a moment, I leaned down and said, "You will make him sore if you keep dry stroking him, little slut." Then I pulled the leash forward, moving her head towards his cock. She resisted. "Do it," I hissed. "Do it, or say the words. Whichever you want." Then I dropped the leash. I know she felt it fall. I was letting her know that I wasn't forcing this. I was making her show me that she wanted it – that she was my slut, my pet. She leaned forward, pursed her lips, and gave the head of his cock a slow kiss. As her lips slowly parted with the kiss, her head moved forward. She slowly sank down his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. Then I watched as she pulled back and repeated the movement over and over. After a bit, she fisted his shaft and I could see her pulling her lips back and forth over the corona of his cock. He had his body shoved hard against the other side of the wall as she worked on the end of his member. Then she leaned into him again, angling herself such that he was deep in her mouth and her nose was pressed against the wood of the wall. She was motionless for a moment, and then I saw that her throat and jaw were moving rhythmically. He was fucking her throat through the hole. I grabbed my little slut's hips and pulled her to her feet. She stayed locked on the cock she was sucking as I did it. I slipped myself into her and started fucking for all I was worth. As I was sawing in and out of her I saw she her hands on the wall, bracing herself. When she froze and clenched her fists, I slowed. She was swallowing his cum. I pulled out and slowly stroked myself as she milked his softening cock. When he pulled it back through the hole, I pulled on the leash and stuck my cock into her mouth. I said, "Little slut, you liked that way too much. You are such a naught little pet. You must want to go the beach awfully bad." "Umph...umph," she grunted around my cock, trying to indicate her pleasure to me. I could feel the orgasm building deep in my belly. I pulled her off of me and dragged her to her feet. "Get dressed, pet. We have thirty more minutes before we leave. I'm going to make the most of them." I glanced at the hole and saw the face of our friend watching everything. I winked at him. She groped around a bit before she found the shirt and pulled it on. "Don't bother with the buttons. Everyone here already knows you are a slut," I said. She groped blindly around some more for her panties. Finally, she turned to me and said, "I can't find my panties." "Hmmm. You mean you lost the panties I bought for you?" I asked in an exaggerated tone. "Maybe your friend next door has them. Why don't you ask him?" She bent, sliding her hands down the wall to position herself back at the hole. "Excuse me," she whispered softly, "did I...do you...do you have my panties?" I heard him reply, "Yes, I do, sweetie." "Maybe he will trade them for a kiss in the hall," I suggested to her. She froze again for a moment. "We'll have to go to REI and get some hiking boots for you, won't we?" My allusion to a vacation in the mountains was enough to have her turn to the hole again and say, "I'll give you a kiss for them...out in the hall." I could hear the latch on his door opening soon after that. When we came out, he was standing in the aisle with a smile on his face. He was holding her red lace panties stretched between two extended fingers. There were about four other guys standing there. One was coming back out of the booth our friend had just vacated. He dove in there the second the other guy came out. I led Ally to the first guy on our right. He wasn't the one she had just sucked off. "Slut, we'll see if he will give you your panties for a kiss. You better make it a good kiss, because I'm sure your panties are quite a prize." Ally reached blindly out and touched the chest of this total stranger. She stepped into him and put her arms up around his neck. Then she tipped her head back and they locked into a deep kiss. As he kissed her, his hands wandered across her asscheeks, pulling the shirt tail up and showing her bare ass to everyone standing there. When they finished kissing I said, "Ask the nice man for your panties, pet." She did. When he replied, Baby, I don't have them," she gasped. "Hmmm...little slut, I think you must have lost track of the man with your panties. Now you are going to have to kiss everyone here until you find them." I smiled to myself, knowing that if panty guy even tried to step forward, the other guys would lock him into a booth. Ally ended up kissing seven different guys before she got her panties back. When he handed them to her, she just stood there holding them. I said, "Put them on, pet, or do you need help. Hmmm...yes I think help is in order. Why don't you see if one of these gentlemen will help you put these on? Ask for some help, little one." "Would somebody please help me with these?" she said. I put my palms up and shook my head – holding back the general rush that would otherwise have started. The men held back. "They must not want to cover up your pretty pussy. Maybe if you offered something nice to the man that helps you, you can get a helper," I suggested. "What would you do for the man that helps you?" "I...I'd let him...my boobs. He could..." she trailed off. The men around us were paying rapt attention to everything we did or said. "You mean that you are such a slut that you would let the man who helps you put on your panties play with your titties?" I asked. Ally just nodded. "Well then, why don't you pick someone to help you?" Ally blindly moved forward as I gestured for everyone to be still. She finally bumped into one of the dirty old man types that were part of her audience. She had kissed this man deeply just a few moments ago. He grabbed her panties and held them to his nose, sniffing loudly. The men all chuckled. Then he knelt down and held them open for her. Ally felt around and finally got a hand on his shoulder for balance as she stepped up and into the panties. Once they had them on her legs, the man slowly stood, sliding the wisp of lace up to her hips. When he finished, I motioned him back. "Give the nice man his reward now, pet," I said. She opened the shirt she had on, exposing her breasts to the men standing there. No one moved. "Oh dear," I said. "It seems that you have lost track of your helper. Now you are just going to have to give all these nice men the reward." Over the next few minutes, each of the men touched, tweaked, stroked, bit, and sucked on her tits. Ally was almost cumming from the attention by the time the last guy was done. "Time to go, little slut. Say goodbye to your friends and thank them," I said. "Thanks, guys!" Ally giggled. "Bye bye." I pulled on the leash and led her back through the room with the couches and down the hall to the front desk. The clerk from earlier was still there behind the glass case. "Hi, again," I said. "My little pet has been a naughty little thing here tonight, but I don't think she has been so bad that she shouldn't have that outfit you are holding for her." "Yeah. I've been watching," he said. I leaned in and looked. Most of the back was covered by CCTV. Two television screens were quartered with black and white views of the back. "Ahhh. Then you did get to see her little show." He smiled and nodded as he put the dress and shoes on the counter. He rang them up. "That'll be eighty-seven fifty two." I glanced at my watch and said to Ally, "Eight more minutes, pet. I have eight minutes left before we go to the beach." Then as I dropped two fifties on the counter I turned to the clerk and said, "I seem to have left my money at home. Do you think we could work something out?" This guy may not have been a rocket scientist, but he figured things out quickly enough. "Well, maybe for the dress," he said. "But those shoes are pretty special." I reached into a jar of condoms on the counter. "Maybe my little pet here can do something special." I put the condom on the counter. He smiled and nodded. I led Ally around to the door to the closed off area behind the counter and handed the leash to him. "Slut, I want you to put your hands on the counter here and earn that dress for me," I commanded. She knew it was coming. She'd known all night. It had simply been a question of when. He dropped his trousers to his ankles and slid the condom on. Then he slipped a finger under the string up the back of her t-backed panties. He slid the finger down and over, exposing her pussy to his cock. She was dripping wet and he slid into her easily. I reached down and held her hands as he fucked her in front of me. He was pretty worked up and I could see the tension of an orgasm building when there was a beeping sound. He glanced at the monitors and said, "Shit." He pulled his pants up and went to the window. A couple were there; he took their money and let them in. They stopped a second, seeing Ally still bent over behind the counter. The clerk stepped back behind her and resumed his fucking. Ally was tossing her head and moaning with him. They were both getting close when a beeping interrupted again. They both stopped. This time, it was my watch. "Time's up. Time to go," I said. "We need to start planning a trip to the beach." I reached for the blindfold. "Aww, man," said the clerk. Ally's hand went over mine on her blindfold. "I'm so close. Please, just a little more." "Nope, a deal's a deal." The clerk's hips moved back and forth a couple of times. "Please...I really need it," said Ally. "Nope, we are out of here. You won fair and square." I looked at the clerk. "Sorry, buddy." "No! Wait!" said Ally. "The mountains, we'll go to the mountains. Just let me finish." "Done," I said. "It's a deal!" The clerk had no clue what we were talking about, but he went back at Ally like there was no tomorrow. He came before she did. She was still groaning for more as he pulled his shrinking cock out of her. I gotta give the guy credit. He dropped down and started licking and fingering her pussy like his life depended on it. He took Ally to a squealing orgasm in no time. Once she caught her breath, he led her back to me, handing me the leash and the two fifties. "Thanks pal," he said. I let Ally carry the bag with her new dress and shoes to the car. Next month we will be in the mountains of North Carolina. We'll be hiking for a couple of days, and then we'll do a little whitewater rafting. I've got it all planned out. Oh, one other thing happened that night might interest the readers of this story: I helped Ally into the car and closed her door. Then I went around and climbed into the driver's seat. By the time I had the door shut, she had the blindfold and collar in her hand. "Just remember, my love," she said. "Next time, you wear these. Now whose parents are we visiting for Thanksgiving?" Three PervPoints to anyone that can identify the bookstore used as the basis for this little tale. Vacation Planning I stretched and laid my left arm around her body. Her breathing slowed down and a content sigh came over her lips. "Hi there," I whispered, as I moved closer. Her soft hair brushed against my face and I inhaled the flowery scent of her shampoo. "Hello, Master," she whispered back and wiggled against me. Her warm skin helped me relax and I slowly slid my hand further up until I cupped her breasts. One final time she pushed her hips back against me, then she relaxed and stopped moving. "How was your day?" I asked. "Busy. I got all the laundry done, cleaned the shower and went to the gross store." I chuckled. Gross store. She had picked that up from me but added her own twist by stretching the s until both words seemed to run together. "What did you get?" "Not much, Master. Some yogurt for you, pork chops for tomorrow. Other than that, mostly stuff I needed to clean the bathroom." "Really? Why didn't you tell me, we could have gone to Sam's. Cheaper that way." "Yes, Master. I didn't want to bother you." I brushed her hair out of the way and gently kissed the back of her neck. "You never bother me and you know I like going to the store with you." "I know. Any chance to embarrass me," she said. She tried to turn but stopped when I tightened my grip on her breast. "As if you mind," I said. "You were the one who had exhibitionism rated a 5 on your checklist. The only 5 if I recall." "Not the only one, Master. Sex in public was a 5 too!" We both laughed. "Then what's the problem with me pulling your skirt up?" I felt her nipple press harder against my palm. Just the idea of showing off her curvy body turned her on. "No problem, Master," she whispered and moved even tighter against me. "I was just teasing you." "You sure? I know I have been working a lot lately." I took a slow, deep breath. "Why don't you come to Denver with me next week?" Her head snapped around and she smiled at me. "Really, Master? That would be awesome." I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Awesome? Ever been there?" "No, Master. But I've seen pictures. It is beautiful there. I love the mountains," she said. Then she paused for a moment, before she added "And its with you." "Well, the mountains are north of where we will be. Almost an hour's drive." "But the mountains are so quiet and we could --" She stopped talking when I squeezed her boob gently. "Don't tell me you are thinking about sex in the mountains." My girl started to giggle and her full cheeks flushed. "I would never." "No, of course not," I said and shook my head. "Horny little thing." "Hey!" she yelped. "I'm not a thing." I snorted with laughter. "Horny little slave?" "Who's slave?" "My slave," I said between laughters. "Good," she said and turned her head back to the TV. "I have trained you well." "Me?" "Yes, Master. You are well trained." I stopped laughing and gave her nipple a good squeeze. "Ouch!" she yelped and arched her back, pushing her butt back against me. "I meant no disrespect." "I know you better than to believe that." I wasn't really angry but I anyway tried to give my voice a stern tone. "Alright, Master. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have labeled you mine with magic marker last night." "You did what? Where?" I asked but before she could answer I squeezed her nipple again. "So what about sex in the mountains?" "Well, I saw those pictures, Master. Of that highway and high above it, cliffs overlooking the road." "I see. And where would we be?" "On that cliff of course." "Of course. I should have figured." "Yep. I'm naked and you're wearing a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt." My girl started to wiggle her behind again as she was talking. "Go on," I said. "There is a tree near by. You tie my arms behind my back. You use a lot more rope than usual and when I can't move my arms anymore, you still have a lot of rope left over. You force me on my knees and I suck your cock until you're rock hard. Then you take me to the edge of the cliff. You drop the blanket on the ground and make me kneel on it, right there on the edge." I smiled a little. Her fantasy was dangerous but given a little time I was sure I could figure out how to make this work safely. "Then you tie the end of the rope to the tree. You come back to me, grab my hair and then just throw me forward. For a moment I feel like I'm going to fall down but then the rope catches me and my upper body is hanging there, suspended over the abyss. I fight the rope, trying to get my hands forward to find something to hold onto but you just get behind me, pull my butt plug out and start fucking my ass. It hurts like crazy because I'm so tense and every thrust feels like you're pushing me closer to the edge, closer to falling." "I won't let you fall," I said. "I know, Master. But the danger is there. You thrust into me hard and without regard for my screams and begging. And all I can do the whole time is stare down at the cars passing by, wondering if they can see me. See us." I hug her body tightly against mine. "You're cute. And I like the butt plug." "I know, Master. Why else would I be wearing that tail when you got home? But anyway, you cum in my ass, then you just walk away. Leave me there. I can hear the motor of the car start and I scream in fear, wondering if you left me for good..." I hugged her tighter and kissed her neck again. "I like the rest, but I wouldn't leave you there. Instead, I have a better ending. I cum, then I go get two vibrators from the car, one for your pussy, the larger one for your ass. I turn them both on and--" "And then..." my girl interrupted me. I squeezed her nipple again to remind her that she wasn't supposed to interrupt me, but then let her go on. It was her fantasy after all. She whispered an apology, then she continued talking. "And then you go get a chair and just watch me how I cum over and over again, my body getting so weak, so worn out that I can't even fight the ropes anymore. Eventually I pass out and when I wake up again, I wake up in our tent." "I thought you don't like camping?" "I don't really. But luckily you have me all tied up in my sleeping bag and all I can do is suck your cock or be your butt to fuck through a hole you cut in the sleeping bag." I smiled a little and relaxed my embrace a little. "Don't you think me cumming once is enough?" I felt my girl take a deep breath, then she turned her head and looked at me again. "No, Master," she said and giggled. "Four hundred and seven times a day would be better." I shook my head. "I'm an old man. You would kill me." "But..." she whined and gave me a silly, pathetic look. "I just want to suck you dry!" "That won't take long, I don't have that much money." The silly look disappeared from my girl's face and she looked away. "I didn't mean that," she whispered. I sighed. "I know. I never said you did, was just teasing you. Just like you teasing me when you rub yourself all over me." "I thought you like that," she said. Her voice was still a low and shaky. "Don't be silly, I love it," I said. "What man wouldn't like to have a pretty girl like you rub her pussy all over his feet." "Most guys it seems. Took me a long time to find you. I thought I got lucky." "Well, I'm the one that counts himself lucky," I said and pulled her closer again. "You're the perfect..." I stopped. There were so many things she was perfect in. Gave the best blowjob. Had the cutest smile. Made the best cucumber salad. "You're just perfect for me." "Thank you, Master," she whispered. Slowly her usual smile returned. "So, I was cutting a hole in the sleeping bag?" "Yes, Master. First you make me suck your cock until you are hard again. Then I get a ball gag and you thrust your cock into my ass without warning. I didn't even know there was a hole in the sleeping bag until you are already buried in my ass. I scream against the gag but that just makes you hornier. You cum, then you snuggle up to me and we fall asleep with you still inside me." While she was talking, her gaze slowly returned to me until our eyes locked. "How about only one cheap sleeping bag, with fabric so thin that we won't get too hot?" I asked. "Meant for just one it will be tight enough to hold us both in place as we sleep." "I would like that very much," she said and looked at me. "Did I tell you lately that I love you?" "I love you too, my slave," I whispered and kissed her. Her lips parted willingly and the tips of our tongues brushed against each other. A low moan escaped her throat and she started to suck on my tongue but I had already started to pull away. "But where would we get a tent from?" "We can bring one, Master." "We don't have one here." "Oh, then we buy one." "That's expensive." "And my ass isn't worth it?" She winked at me as if I needed proof that she was kidding. "Nope. I prefer your boobs." "Liar!" she said and giggled. "Oh, you're in so much trouble," I told her but she just giggled louder. "What are you going to do? You can't even spank my butt!" "Why not?" I asked. "Because then you would have to stop fucking it." To prove her point, she pushed herself back against me again to take all of my cock into her perfect behind and then squeezed my shaft with her anus. I moaned. "That's true. But I can slap your tits." "But you won't!" "Oh, I won't?" "Nope. You won't!" Her giggling echoed in the room but it stopped abruptly when I brought my hand down on her left breast. "Ouch!" she yelped. She hadn't even tried to defend herself and instead began to wiggle her butt in my lap. "Girl, you need to learn how to put up a fight," I said and winked. "Oh? Is that why you kept my arms tied the first few times you played with me?" I laughed and moved my hips until only the very tip of my cock was inside her. She tried to follow my motions but as soon as she started rotating her hips back, I thrusted into her, forcing my full length back into her rear. She inhaled sharply, held her breath for a few seconds, then exhaled with a happy sigh. "This wasn't nice," she whispered but I knew she was once again just playing. "Neither was your comment," I said and started to fuck her slowly. "I'm sorry, Master," she whispered. "May your slave please have a tent?" "And two sleeping bags?" "One will do, Master." "Well, if you ask nicely, I'll think about it." "Yes, Master. Is it asking nicely if I give you a blowjob in the airplane to Colorado?" "No, but I would likely cum in your mouth and then not give you permission to swallow. Instead you have to walk back to your seat, tail in your rear and a few wooden clothespins on your pussy lips." My girl had kept perfectly still until I finished my sentence, then she started to move with me, grinding herself against my cock. "You can't get toys through security," she moaned I grinned. "I have before." "But..." she started but interrupted herself. Slowly she picked up my hand and kissed my palm. "I'm will be in trouble." "Why?" I asked and spread my fingers. My hands are not especially large but with my fingers all stretched I was able to cover her whole face. For a few seconds longer my girl kissed my palm, then she closed her eyes. I couldn't see her lips but the dimples in her cheeks gave her smile away. "People would notice I want you, Master. There would be a puddle on my seat when I get up" I smiled and gently patted her hip. "Alright, I tell you what. You get on top, make me cum. We go take a shower, then we get online. Maybe we can find a cabin somewhere out in the middle of nowhere and we'll add another weekend to our vacation." "I love you so much," she whispered. "I love you too," I said and slowly turned onto my back. Vacation Planning "Maybe we shouldn't do this!" I suddenly pleaded, fear starting to build into a panic. I had visions of his hot sticky white stuff spurting into me like it had spurted out onto my wrist. And I wasn't on the pill and my period was still two weeks away and there was no condom on him protecting me which meant I could get pregnant if I did this! Pregnant by my own brother! "I don't want to do this!" I screeched at him. "Get off of me, Kevin! Get off!" I began to push at him and shove with my hands and my feet and suddenly he was off the couch and backing away from me. I sat up and drove myself backwards against the couch arm with my feet. I was panting and panicked and ready to run screaming to my bedroom. I thought my heart would stop. I grabbed the Afghan my grandmother had knitted off the back of the couch, clutched it to myself, then wrapped myself up in it. I had been fucking my own brother. For a minute I just sat there, huddled inside the Afghan on the end of the couch, my breath chugging in and out of my lungs. My brother had gathered up his undershorts and t-shirt from the floor and was putting them on. The t-shirt was draped across his right shoulder and he was hopping up and down on his right foot, trying to get into his jockey shorts. His penis had gone completely limp now. "Kevin?" I said to him unsteadily. "What?" It came out very gruff and he didn't look up at me. I could say that I was sorry, I could tell him that I had just freaked out and it wasn't his fault, I could sit there and cry as he put his underpants on and then his t-shirt and then the rest of his clothes and went out of the room and left me sitting there on the couch crying. Then I could watch our relationship turn into absolute shit. I had to word this very carefully. Boys, Kevin included, react to stressful situations with their sense of pride, not their intelligence. "Kevin?" I said. "What?" he repeated, even more gruffly this time. "I want you to go up to Mom and Dad's bedroom, get their box of condoms out of the drawer and bring me one, okay?" He stopped hopping up and down on his foot. One side of his underwear was halfway up his thigh. He blinked six or seven times, his face all red, his mouth twisted up into a frown. "What?" he said again. I repeated what I had just told him. He stared at me, flustered. For a moment, I considered unwrapping myself from the Afghan, letting him see me naked again, but I was afraid that might be too much. I stayed wrapped up. "Are you serious?" he finally asked. Don't try to mend their broken sense of pride, don't try to make them feel less guilty, don't give their self-destructive nature the chance to hurt them even more by hurting you . . . simply head them off in a new direction, my mother had once told me. "If you're gonna fuck me," I told him, a lot more steadily than I felt, "you're gonna use a condom." He had then gone upstairs and gotten the condom. * * * "I liked what we did today," I told him softly. He was quite a time, but I let him be quiet. He would say it eventually, we both knew that, but it was just harder for him because he was my brother. My older brother who had "copped my cherry" as he put it. "I'm fine," I assured him. "No bleeding, no soreness, no nothing." "Cloe!" he moaned, embarrassed, and making me laugh again. I looked over at the stairs, got up and went over to them and stood there listening. Then I climbed halfway up to make sure Mom and Dad were still in the dining room, still talking, then went went back down again on tiptoe. I went back to the couch were Kevin sat turned around, looking at me in puzzlement. Then I straddled his lap. "Cloe--" he got out before I put my mouth over his and began to kiss him. I put my arms around his neck and we began to French kiss deeply. His tongue made my tongue work very hard and we both began to moan. "Quiet," he whispered to me hoarsely. My heart was playing racehorse again. I took a deep breath and lifted my shirt up to my underarms. My brassiere snapped in the front this time and I let him undo it. The cups fell away. I watched my chest go rapidly up and down, my nipples get hard as he rolled them between his fingertips. The hickey below my left nipple was shockingly purple-black. It was the exact size and shape of Kevin's mouth. There were tooth-marks around the edges. I thought again about what would happen to me if Bobby ever saw this. Kevin touched the hickey gently. I jumped, although it didn't really hurt. Then he leaned me back and placed his mouth over the oval shape and sucked gently on my skin. "Kevin?" I pleaded with him. "Don't do that! It'll make it worse." He took his mouth off the bruise and proceeded to give me an identical one right below my right nipple. "Kevin!" I squealed quietly at him. "Stop that!" But his mouth stayed right where it was and he sucked until he finally came away and looked up at me with this huge grin on his face. The bruising had already begun, and if anything, this one would be bigger. "Kevin!" I whined. "Are you trying to get me killed? I have a boyfriend, remember?" "Just be glad you don't have gym class anymore," he said, and I blanched. Gym class had only been over for two days. If any of my friends--or enemies--had seen these things and told Bobby about them. . . it made me shudder violently. Bending me back and to the side, he put his mouth over my right nipple and began to suck it. I shuddered again, only this time from pleasure. I had to breath through my open mouth and struggle not to moan out loud. I watched the basement stairs through my half-slitted eyelids while he went from one nipple to the other. And all the while the hickey beneath my right nipple just kept getting darker and darker. Fear of Bobby or not, I was so glad he had given it to me. Insanity took me over then. One moment I was sitting on his lap, the next I was on the floor between his legs, breathing so heavily that each exhalation came accompanied by a shudder. He tried to keep me from doing what I intended to do, but I wasn't gonna let him. I put my right hand on the bulge of his crotch, traced the outline of his erection, rubbed it along its entire length with my fingertips. "Cloe, no!" he croaked. "I want to and I'm going to," I told him in a whisper. "You might as well just let me go ahead and do it, okay?" Half-watching the basement stairs, and half-watching what I was doing, I lowered his fly--we cringed at the noise it made, it was so loud!--and spread his jeans apart. I did not unbuckle them at the top because I felt that wouldn't be as sexy as just undoing his fly. I was going on auto-pilot anyway; I had never done this before. I freed his penis, working it through the flap on his underwear. I released it and it stood straight up in the air, completely erect, eight inches long and about and two inches wide. It was the only penis I had ever seen erect that wasn't in a picture or in a video tape. It was pink and lightly marked with irregular blue veins. The pee-hole was at the very bottom of the head and was already leaking semen. I shivered, just looking at it. "God, Kevin," I whispered. I wondered if I could go through with this. When he had made love to me this afternoon, his penis had been safely tucked away inside me, where I didn't have to see it. Here I was with it now, its eight thick inches only eight inches from my mouth. It would spurt its hot sticky white stuff out again, and not into any condom this time. "You don't have to do this," he whispered at me fiercely. I thought that probably he was not so sure he wanted his little sister's mouth all over his cock. Fucking me and getting a blow job by me, maybe, were two entirely different propositions for him. "Let's think about this," he further pleaded. I was thinking about it all right. "Are you gonna come in my mouth?" I asked him in a whisper. He looked back at the stairs, then at me, then back at the stairs again. "I may not be able not to," he hissed, still watching the stairs. "I'm ready to come right now!" He was. I had the feeling I had only to take him in my hand and stroke him up and down one time and hot sticky white stuff would come spurting out of him like a geyser. The question I had to ask myself--or answer myself, really--was whether I wanted that geyser in my mouth. The answer was yes. * * * Tonight, or early tomorrow morning, when I sneak back down to the basement to be with Kevin again, I have to ask him what the slang term is for copping a girl's rear end.