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The Training of Sam

By: Vysis



The ringing home phone startled me. No one called the home phone except for my grandparents, who couldn't seem to understand that my parents each had a cell phone. I toggled the game controller switch to kneel and my character on the screen got to one knee behind the wall. I tossed a pipe bomb into a crowd of Nazi zombies. The accompanying spray of zombie blood made me smile as my character ran toward an open door and the relative safety of the virtual safe room.

"Sammy! Can you answer that? I'm in the bathroom!" I heard the muffled voice of my Mom from the back of the house. I hit the pause button on the controller and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Grandma," I said into the receiver.

"Guess again, Sam." It was my Mom's younger sister, Gail. Everyone in the world called me Sammy except for Aunt Gail. She had stopped calling me "Sammy" on my eighteenth birthday earlier this year.

"Aunt Gail. Hey. Did you lose Mom's cell number?" I asked sarcastically into the phone.

"No, Mr. Smarty Pants, I did not." I could hear her smiling over the phone. "She didn't answer her cell, so I thought maybe she had set it down out of earshot. Is she home?"

As if on cue, Mom picked up the extension in her room. "Hello."

"Mom, it's Aunt Gail."

"Thank you, honey," she said. "I've got it now. You may hang up."

Smiling and full of myself I said, "Finally! I've got Nazi zombies to take care of. I love you Aunt Gail."

"I love you, too," Gail said back into the receiver. When Gail heard the click of the phone, she asked, "Nazi zombies?"

Mom chuckled and said, "A video game."

"Ah. I see."

"Actually, I'm really worried about Sammy. He's so damn smart...a nerd really. He doesn't have any real friends other than those he's met on-line gaming, he rarely leaves the house, he plays video games all day and night, and a girlfriend...forget about it." Mom said the last part imitating a New York City mobster. "He's heading to college in the Fall and I'm worried that he's going to be a social retard."

Gail listened to my mother intently. They were close and even though Gail lived several hours down the coast from us, they talked almost every day. Mom was the oldest of the three siblings, at 38-years-old. Their brother had been born next, and was 35, and Gail, the baby, was only 34. 

My Mom, Katie, had married my father a year after graduating from high school, and she was pregnant at 19. She had me one month before turning 20, so by far, Mom was the youngest of all of my friends' mothers. And, according to my nerdy friends, she was H-O-T hot. She worked out every day and still was able to pull off a bikini at the beach. I often saw men ask her to join them for a beer on their beach towel only to hear her say, "No thanks." She would flash them a big smile and watch them walk away.

Gail continued, "Katie, he sounds pretty normal for a teenage boy today, but what do I know?" Gail had been married young, like my mother, but unlike Mom, she had gotten divorced after only a few years. From the conversations that I overheard between Mom and Dad, Gail seemed to be really enjoying her single lifestyle. Mom called it the 'boyfriend of the month club.' She owned a small, but really nice house right on the Atlantic Ocean. Her sliding back door opened to a deck that was built right on the beach.

"Probably," Mom agreed. She paused for a very long time, deep in thought. She had rehearsed this next part, but didn't know how it would come out. "I've got a huge favor to ask you." Mom was concerned that she was overreacting.

"O...kay," Gail said it like she was wary of what was next.

"Do you think Sammy could come and stay with you this summer? I think it would do him a lot of good to get out of this house. I won't let him bring his gaming system, so he'll be forced to go out and meet some new friends. He might even be able to find a summer beach job."

"Hmm," Gail said as she pondered the request. "Well, it would be really cozy. You know I've only got the one bed in the loft overlooking the living area. He'd have to sleep on the pull out couch. And, there is the one bathroom."

"I know it's a lot to ask." Mom held her breath hoping that her sister would agree.

After a very long pause, Gail said, "I think it would be great fun!"

Mom started breathing again and smiled broadly. "Thanks, sis. He needs badly to learn some social skills."

~~~

The Greyhound bus pulled into the bay at the station and I could see my Aunt Gail sitting in her roadster with the top down. She was wearing a white baseball hat with her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail poking out of the hole in the back of the hat. She was wearing a white tank top T-shirt. As the bus stopped, she got out of her car and I could see from across the parking lot that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large nipples were clearly poking into the fabric despite the warm summer temperature. She looked great. She was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans as well. She waved at me and smiled. I retrieved my bag from underneath the bus and headed across the parking lot to her car.

"Wow! You've really grown into a man since the last time I saw you. How tall are you now?" She gave me a huge hug, crushing her breasts into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed the feeling.

"About six feet two inches," I said, not breaking the hug.

"Well, you're definitely a man now." She pulled me away and held me at arms' length smiling broadly at me with her beautiful white teeth. Her dark brown eyes were locked onto my eyes. "You have nice broad shoulders and a thin waist." She squeezed my upper arms. "You're really good looking, too," she said. "I bet you have a ton of girlfriends."

I blushed and said, "Not really..."

"No?" Aunt Gail cocked her head to one side. "Why not?"

"I don't know," I said staring down at my feet. "I guess I just don't know how to act around girls."

"I'm a girl," she said, flashing her dazzling smile at me.

"Yeah, but you're different. You're my Aunt."

"I'm not really all that different. I have all the same girl parts as every other girl." She placed her hands on her hips and pushed out her ample bosom.

My face turned dark red as I stared at her nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt.

"Do you like what you see?"

I realized that I was staring at her tits and quickly brought my eyes up to meet hers. I shuffled my feet and looked down. "Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, honey. I take it as a complement. I work hard to keep this figure! Anyway, you're going to see a lot more of me in my tiny little place." She spun around and started walking back toward her car.

"Wait. What?" I stood there looking at her full, round butt switching back and forth as she walked.

When she reached the car she yelled at me, "Are you coming or not?"

~~~

My Aunt's beach house had been designed as a weekend getaway. It wasn't big, but served her needs nicely. The first floor was a completely open design. It was essentially one big room that contained the living area, kitchen, and dining area. There was a small laundry room that was more of a closet than a room. The one big room comprised the entire area. There was not a separate bedroom, but instead a staircase led up to a loft that overhung half of the downstairs area. The railing for the loft faced toward the rear of the house, and overlooked the glass back walls of the house and the Atlantic Ocean. I had forgotten how beautiful this place was.

"Okay," she said as she let me in through the front door, "this is your key. Make yourself at home while I cook us dinner." She motioned toward the couch. "That's your bed. It pulls out into a really uncomfortable bed, but it's all I've got." She pointed up the stairs to her loft. "I've cleared out two of my drawers for your clothes, and I can make room in the closet if you need to hang up some nicer clothes."

I gave her the look: 'like I have nice clothes.' She immediately got the gesture and smiled.

"Go ahead and put your clothes away. It's the bottom drawers of my dresser. You may also put any toiletries in the bathroom as well."

After I had placed my clothes into the drawers, I carried my razor, deodorant, and tooth brush and tooth paste into the bathroom. I was shocked to see the magnitude of beauty products in such a small space. The shower had at least 10 bottles of...I didn't know what. My shower at home had a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. How could one person need so many bottles of stuff? Curiosity got to me, and I started reading the contents of each bottle. There was cleansing gel, body wash (with aloe), and several different bottles of shampoo and conditioners. Some bottles had both shampoo and conditioner. There was also a tube of shaving gel, sponges, brushes, and other 'tools' that obviously involved the shower, but I honestly had no idea what they were. "Wow," I whispered to myself.

I found a small empty space on a shelf above the toilet and put my four lonely items there. Clearly, I had a lot to learn about women.

~~~

Aunt Gail made a really nice spaghetti sauce that we ate over linguini with red wine. Once we had cleaned the pots and dishes after dinner, Aunt Gail plopped down on the coach and patted the cushion next to her. "Come on, Sam. Let's get reacquainted." She poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me as I sat next to her.

We talked for hours about her life and mine. It was fantastic. Of all of my relatives, she had always treated me like an adult, and she didn't hold back now. The wine certainly didn't hurt, either. We discussed my plans for the future, my lack of friends, and particularly girlfriends, and my plans for the summer. She told me about her divorce and gave me a glimpse into her love life, but mercifully she left out the gory details. Let's just say she was experienced.

She glanced at her watch. "Holy shit! It's almost eleven and I have to work tomorrow." She took the empty wine glass from my hand and walked to the kitchen sink. "Why don't you run up and brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I'll pull out your couch and make it for you tonight, but don't get used to this!" She flashed her beautiful white teeth at me.

After brushing my teeth, we met on the stairs as I was descending and she was ascending. She hugged me tight and said, "I'm so glad you are spending the summer with me." I kissed her on top of her head and said, "Thanks, Aunt Gail. Good night." Her hair smelled like apricots.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't thought about pajamas, because I never wore them at home. Oh well, I slipped off my shirt and pants and climbed into the bed wearing just my boxer shorts. I guess that if we were going to be roomies, she might as well get used to seeing me in my underwear. I could hear the water running in her bathroom as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman peeing. She was doing all of this with the bathroom door open. The thought of her sitting on the toilet made my dick begin to swell. I pulled the covers over my waist to hide the pup tent forming in by boxers. I heard the toilet flush and then the sound of a drawer opening and then closing. 'Ah, the pajamas are going on,' I thought to myself.

Absent mindedly I was laying on my back staring up at the railing of the loft when suddenly her head poked over the rail and she looked down on me. She was wearing a light blue tight camisole that hugged her torso to just above her belly button and showed an ample portion of her cleavage. Her bottom was covered by a pair of lavender panties. As she leaned over the rail to look down on me my eyes focused on her breasts. If she noticed, she didn't comment. "Sam, honey, I'm going to get up around 6:00 and exercise before I head to work. Is that going to bother you?"

"Uh," I said, snapping out of my fixating stare at her wonderful chest, "no. That will be fine. I get up early anyway."

"Great!" She flashed that smile at me. "See you in the morning."

The house went dark and I was left staring at the railing with thoughts of my Aunt's tits in my head and a certifiable grade-A boner in my shorts.

~~~

Without opening my eyes I was aware of the sun streaming in through the east-facing glass walls of the back of the house. I then became aware of sounds near the foot of the couch bed. I opened my eyes to see Aunt Gail apparently doing yoga on a floor mat a few feet from my bed. I pulled my pillow up against the back of the couch and propped my head up to watch the show.

Gail had her hands on the floor under her shoulders, her knees hip distance apart, and her hips lifted so that her body made a triangle with the ground. Her beautiful rear end was high in the air, although her head was toward me and I was disappointed that I couldn't see her ass raised high in the air from the opposite angle. "Good morning, sleepy head," she said without even looking up at me. "I thought my yoga would wake you up, but you slept through most of my routine." She breathed in and out a few times. "This position is called adho mukha svanasana, but most people know it as down dog or downward facing dog." She took a couple more deep breaths.

"This next position is called urdhva muckha svanasana, or upward facing dog." She pressed down into her hands and pulled her chest forward and up. This left her hips barely lifted off the ground and her shoulders were pulled down and back away from her ears. She took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Maybe you can start joining me." She took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Now, baddha konasana, or the butterfly pose."

She pulled out of her upward facing dog and into a seated position. She brought the soles of her feet together, and interlaced her hands under her feet while pressing the bottoms of her feet together. She pulled her feet in toward herself demonstrating that she was extremely flexible. She pressed her elbows into her knees and looked straight ahead locking her eyes onto mine. "This pose is actually great for women, because when I lean forward, it can help reduce cramping. You, know, when it is that time of the month." She took in a couple of deep breaths and said, "This pose helps to open my inner hamstrings and is a nice release for my lower back."

"And, finally, the most important pose of all, the dead man's pose or savasana." She laid down flat on her back and just breathed. After about 10 minutes I thought she had fallen asleep, but she sat up, grabbed her towel, and began to mop the sweat off her face. I could see little rivulets of sweat running down her neck and into her cleavage. "Savasana is the most important part, and even though it feels like you're doing nothing, you won't get the same happy chemical release if you skip it."

As she got to her feet, she asked, "Do you know how to make coffee?"

"Not really."

"Well, mister, it's high time you learned. You make coffee while I jump in the shower. Use one scoop per cup of coffee. Make eight cups." With that she bolted up the stairs. Her ass looked mighty good in those yoga pants!

I heard the water in the shower as I fumbled around the kitchen. As it turned out, making coffee was pretty easy and I watched the dark liquid drip into the carafe. My mind began to wonder and I imagined what my aunt looked like in the shower, soaping her breasts and butt. A pup tent was forming in my boxer shorts again, so I hurriedly slipped on my blue jeans before Aunt Gail finished her shower.

And, man was I happy I did, because when she came down the stairs, her hair was pulled up under a white towel, and she was wearing a black lacey bra with matching lacey 'boy short' panties. Her breasts bounced up and down as she bound down the stairs. When she caught the shocked look on my face she said, "Sorry. I get really hot after yoga and a shower and if get dressed right away, I'll soak my clothes with perspiration." She smiled. "Anyway, we're roomies now, right?" She punched me in the shoulder. She grabbed a cup of coffee and headed back up the stairs, giving me a nice view of the toned cheeks of her ass.

I heard the hair dryer and thought, 'What the fuck just happened?' I was glad that she was upstairs because I'm sure I had a stupid, shit-eating grin on my face. "This is going to be an amazing summer," I whispered to myself.

After about 30 minutes, she came down the stairs in a nice, form fitting business suit. "The shower's all yours." She picked up her purse and dug around for her keys. "What are your plans for the day?"

"I thought I'd walk up the beach to the touristy area and see about getting a summer job."

"Great idea." She smiled. "I'll try to get home early today. Love you!"

"I love you, too," I said, as she shot out the door.

~~~

We quickly settled into a comfortable routine. I woke each morning to watch the "yoga show," and after a few days, I even began to participate. It was much harder than it looked, and I felt like a wooden block next to her. She was amused, but gentle and encouraging. After a couple of weeks I began to feel like a novice instead of an idiot. After yoga, she would shower and I would make coffee, eagerly anticipating the Victoria's Secret underwear show that would soon follow. Just how many different bra and panty sets did she own? I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not, but the bras seemed to get more revealing and the panties certainly did, as some mornings she would show up in a thong. I'm sure she knew what she was doing to me. I caught her staring at the bulge in my work-out shorts as she would take the first sip of coffee before running up the stairs. I wasn't complaining, but it cemented in my mind that I had no experience with women and didn't even know if I should complement her or not.

After she left for work each day, I would pull on a bathing suit and a T-shirt, and head up the beach to my summer job at Hot Diggity Dogs. The place was open for lunch and snacks from 10:30 AM to 4:00 PM during the summer, and was located right at the edge of the main beach drag. Swimmers could walk right up to the take-out window and order food, drinks, and ice cream. I met a lot of really hot girls my age. There were two bikini-clad girls that were particularly friendly to me and visited the take-out window several times each day. They asked me my name, and of course I told them, but I didn't even have the confidence to ask them their names in return. 'What a loser,' I thought to myself as I watched their pretty butts walk back out towards the beach.

~~~

"You're really improving," Aunt Gail said to me as she flashed a smile over at me. We were doing the ardha chandrasana or half-moon pose. Actually, Aunt Gail was doing the pose, and I was trying not to fall over.

As we were laying in the savasana pose flat on our back staring at the ceiling, I kept imagining what the girls on the beach thought of me after I failed to ask them their names. Apparently, I sighed deeply because Aunt Gail asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I felt her hand reach out for mine. She placed her hand over mine and asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm not really sure how to say it." She had the wisdom to remain quiet as I collected my thoughts. She squeezed my hand to encourage me. "Okay." I took a deep breath. "I'm not good with girls at all. I mean, I like girls and all, but I just don't know how to act around them. I've met... 'met' is not really the right word ...I've spoken to some really hot girls on the beach, and a couple of them have even asked me my name, but I'm too damn chicken to ask them their names, much less ask them for their phone number or on a date. I'm such a loser."

I felt rather than saw her raise up onto one elbow with her head on her hand staring at me. "Look at me, Sam."

I mirrored her pose, facing her. She looked fucking hot. Her brown hair was hanging in a ponytail touching the mat and sweat was dripping off her perky nose. Her brown eyes showed concern. I could see the outline of her nipples through her sports bra and her yoga pants had pulled up during the routine and she was sporting a camel toe.


The Training of Sam: Jessica



Note to reader: This is the second and final part of the story. If you have not yet read "The Training of Sam," I suggest you read it first. This story picks up at the exact moment that that story ends. I had not planned to make this a two part story when I started, but it was just a bit too long for my taste as a single chapter story. Some readers have complained about this. Sorry. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this story and pardon any mistakes you may find. As always, I try hard not to make mistakes, but some seem to always slip by me.

*****

"I smell coffee...," Jessica was saying as she turned the corner of the foyer and looked into the kitchen. 

She stopped in her tracks and her eyes went as wide as saucers when she saw the three of us. "What the fuck?" 

Mom and I were still hugging, so she released me, took one step backwards, and turned around. My erection sprang free, and Jessica's eyes locked onto my thick cock. The scene must have been mortifying to my sister. In front of her were three of her family members, stark naked and obviously in the midst of some kind of sexual activity.

In a very small voice Mom said, "Hi, honey."

"Mom, what's going on?"

Mom glanced from Jessica to Aunt Gail, who gave her a wan smile, and then to me. I shrugged. "I suggest we just tell her the truth," I said.

Aunt Gail agreed. "I agree, actually. I mean, we really don't have another option."

Mom sighed and said, "Yeah." She turned to Jessica and said, "Baby, come here and sit down."

I think Jessica may have been in shock because she walked over and sat down at the table, in spite of our nakedness. We each sat around the round four-person table. The sight must have been ridiculous: two naked women in their thirties and a 6' 2" 18-year-old man who was equally naked, all of whom were related.

Mom sat at the table with her large, soft breasts on display. They swayed as she sat down, and then she placed her arms on the table and leaned forward, smashing her boobs into her arms. To her left was Aunt Gail, who was sitting back in her chair for the entire world to see her spectacular, firm breasts. I wondered for a moment if Mom's breasts looked like that before she had children. Aunt Gail was perfectly comfortable with the situation, which caused my mind to wonder once again. I wondered if Aunt Gail had been in situations where multiple people were naked together. The thought of Aunt Gail in an orgy started my semi-erect penis to swell once again. I was thankful I was sitting next to a table.

Before Mom could choose her words, Jessica asked, "Can someone please tell me why my mother, her sister and my brother are all naked in the kitchen...TOGETHER? And, why does Sammy have a hard-on?" She looked me in the eye. "And, most of all, why does it smell like someone has been FUCKING in here?" Jessica folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair, looking from face-to-face-to-face.

Mom started, "Well, I guess you've figured out that things might have gotten a little bit out of hand."

"A LITTLE BIT!" Jessica cried. "Yeah, I'd say things 'might have gotten a little bit out of hand'." She made air quotes with her fingers when she quoted Mom.

Mom let her vent quietly for a few seconds and then took a deep breath. "All that I ask is that you hear me out before you pass judgement."

"Oh," Jessica interrupted, "that boat has sailed."

"Fair enough. Then, all I ask is that you hear me out." She looked at Jessica who nodded without saying a word.

"You know that you and your brother have very different personalities. You are very outgoing and gregarious and Sammy is much more of an introvert."

"I'd say nerd," Jessica said, turning to me and smiling.

'That's a good sign,' I thought to myself. 'She is comfortable enough to tease me.'

Mom smiled, too. "Okay, nerd. At any rate, when you left for college, I knew that you'd already lost your virginity to Alex."

Jessica's eyes went wide and she asked, "How did you know that?"

"Believe me, sweetheart, a Mom knows. You just wait and see." She reached her hand out across the table and in another good sign Jessica unfolded her arms, leaned forward, and took Mom's hand. "I knew you were going to do fine at college. You were going to meet new friends, join clubs, find new romantic interests, but most of all you would not sit in your room and play video games all day."

A hint of recognition crossed Jessica's face, but she remained silent.

"I wasn't nearly as sure about your brother." Mom turned to me and smiled a sad little smile. "Before this summer, he played video games all day, never left the house, and had few friends and never a girl friend."

"All true," I said, looking from Mom to Jessica.

I turned back to Mom when she began speaking again. "So at the beginning of the summer I asked Gail if she would take Sammy for the summer. We didn't let him take his video console with him. Both of us thought that the change would do him some good, and, honestly, I kind of hoped he'd find a girlfriend."

It was Gail's turn to take up the story. "We had a great summer. He started doing yoga with me every day." 

Jessica was surprised once again and turned to me. "It's hard, isn't it?"

"It certainly is."

Gail continued, "And your brother got a job down on the beach at a snack bar. He confided in me that he met a lot of young ladies his own age, but it became apparent to me that his lack of confidence and experience were too large a barrier for him to overcome, at least during this summer." She paused for effect and took a deep breath. "So, your Mom and I schemed a bit." She looked at me and Aunt Gail reached over and took my hand in hers. "We decided that I should be the one to teach your little brother how to be a man."

It took Jessica several seconds to understand the meaning of what Aunt Gail had just said. She stared at Aunt Gail, and then the realization that Aunt Gail had taken my virginity hit and it immediately showed on her face. Jessica turned to look at me and then back to Aunt Gail. "To be clear here, you fucked Sammy."

Gail replied, "The short answer is, 'yes.' The long answer is that what I did was to give an 18-year-old man an education in how to love and treat women that typically takes many years to learn."

Jessica let go of Mom's hand and sat back in her chair, chewing on what she had just heard. She looked around the table at each one of us and then said, "But, that still doesn't explain why all of you are naked...today...in the kitchen." She waved her finger in a circle around her head to emphasize the point.

It was Mom's turn again. "Well, that's where we got carried away." She took another deep breath. "How much of this do you want to know?"

Jessica shrugged her shoulders. "Everything, I guess."

"Okay. As you know, your Dad and I have been married since I was very young. And...fuck...okay, I'll just say it. I'm bored to tears having sex with your father all the time. He is a missionary position only, wham-bam-thank you ma'am kind of guy these days. I haven't had an orgasm that wasn't caused by my own hands in a very long time...well, until today."

Jessica's hand shot to her mouth and she said, "Wait. What? Ew!"

Mom's tone changed. She was no longer worried about what Jessica thought, but more interested in venting her own frustration. "Last night Aunt Gail told me about all of their sexual exploits over a couple of bottles of wine, and, frankly, it got me wet and horny."

Jessica's eyes widened at Mom's coarse language.

"So, I kind of ambushed your brother this morning. I wore as few clothes as I could without being too obvious, and encouraged him to be...playful. I thought we might just have some fun, like flirting or something. What I didn't expect was how confident he is now. He knew exactly which buttons to push and how to treat a lady. He went from flirting to fucking in less than a minute, and frankly, I liked it. He really knows how to turn a woman on."

She looked at me and smiled. I looked at Aunt Gail and beamed. "She taught me everything I know." I pointed at Aunt Gail.

Mom said, "And, damn it, your brother brought me to two earth-shattering orgasms this morning." She held up two fingers. "TWO!" For some reason, Mom was angry now. She looked at Jessica and pointed at her. "When was the last time one of your lovers made you cum twice in 15 minutes, and BEFORE he came? Huh?"

Jessica held up both hands to Mom, palms out. "Mom, why are you angry at me?"

Mom took a deep breath. "I'm not honey. Sorry. I'm just...frustrated." She smiled warmly at Jessica. "I guess it's just a lot of pent up emotion. I am frustrated with my sex life with your Dad, but I love him so. I've thought about having an affair, but I was afraid I'd fall in love, and I decided that it was just too risky. So, I've lived in frustration for a long time. This morning, however, I had that sexual release that I have so craved, and lo and behold, I already loved him, and there is no risk of me leaving your Dad for him." She reached over and kissed me on the lips, gently, like a Mom kisses a son. "And, then, you came in and kind of accused us of doing something wrong, when it felt so right."

Jessica scooted her chair back from the table and walked around to Mom with her arms out. "I'm sorry, Mom. I had no idea." Mom stood and they embraced in a tight hug. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Then, Jessica broke the hug with Mom and said, "And, Aunt Gail, I was so in shock I didn't even say hello to you." She walked around the table and hugged Gail. "I'm sorry."

Aunt Gail said, "There's nothing to apologize about."

Jessica returned to her seat and said to Mom, "Never."

Mom looked puzzled and asked, "Never, what?"

"You asked me how many of my lovers have given me two orgasms in 15 minutes. The answer is none. It's never happened. In fact, I'll be honest. I'm not nearly as experienced as you seem to think I am, but I've never had a lover give me an orgasm during sex." She shook her head to emphasize her point. "The problem is the internet; it seems that all boys are learning sex from internet porn these days. They think 'normal sex' is groping a girl, finger banging her to get her lubed up, and then quick vaginal or anal intercourse until they cum on your face while beating off. It's just horrible...and unsatisfying. I've gotten to the point that I'm not even interested in going out with college boys."

Mom looked concerned and Aunt Gail was nodding her head in agreement. Mom said, "Honey, I had no idea."

Jessica just nodded and said, "Yep." She looked at me then at Aunt Gail. "You know, come to think of it, this really does make sense, if you look past the whole incest thing. An experienced woman taking the time to teach a young man how to satisfy a woman will sure make him a hot commodity at college." She smiled at me. She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. "Our nerdy Casanova will do fine if he's as good as you two say he is."

"Oh! He is!" Mom and Aunt Gail said in unison. They looked at each other and laughed. Mom's breasts jiggled when she laughed.

We sat around the table in awkward silence until Jessica asked, "So what did I break up when I came home?"

Aunt Gail answered, "Your Mom and Sam were enjoying the intimacy of the afterglow. And, I was so horny watching them that I'd called the next turn. But, if you want the next turn, I've had him all summer."

Jessica held up her palm and said, "No thanks. I don't think I'm ready for that, or if I'll ever be ready for that matter."

Aunt Gail stood up and said, "Your loss." She walked to the kitchen island and jumped up to a seated position, her legs dangling over the side. She then placed her feet on either side of her showing just how flexible she was and completely displaying her pussy to all of us. Her labia were swollen and her large clit was poking out from under its hood. She looked at me and said, "I'm so wet."

Jessica's eyes were fixated on Aunt Gail's pussy. She whispered to Mom, "I've never seen another girl's vagina like this."

Mom winked at Jessica and said, "I have."

Jessica's eyes went wide and she said, "Mom!"

Mom shrugged and tilted her head to one side, a shit-eating grin on her face.

Jessica asked, "Have you ever...you know...licked another woman's vagina?"

Mom nodded her head with the grin still on her face.

Jessica said, "Really?"

"A huh."

"Mom, there's so much I don't know about you."

Mom smiled and said, "You have no idea, baby. I'm sure Aunt Gail wouldn't mind teaching you how to eat pussy if you want to learn."

Jessica's hand went to her mouth and she looked from Aunt Gail's face, to her pussy, to me, and then to Mom. "I don't know."

Mom got up and took Jessica by the hand saying, "Let's just have a closer look."

Mom looked up into her sister's eyes and said, "You're still so hot and sexy." She then ran her tongue up the entire length of Aunt Gail's pussy.

Aunt Gail moaned and threw her head back. "That feels so good." She was holding onto her own shins, her legs completely separated.

Mom repeated her long licks several times. Jessica's face was only inches from Mom's. "What does it taste like?"

Mom inserted two fingers into Aunt Gail's pussy and then placed her fingers in front of Jessica's mouth. "Here you go; find out for yourself."

Jessica started to tentatively taste Mom's fingers, but she was having none of that. Mom quickly stuck both fingers into Jessica's mouth until all of her knuckles had disappeared. Jessica closed her lips around Mom's fingers and she withdrew them slowly. "How was that?"

Jessica smiled and said, "Not too bad, actually. It tastes a lot like my juices."

Aunt Gail said, "That's nice. Now can someone please eat my pussy?"

Mom stood up and moved to the side for Jessica. She leaned down and sucked Aunt Gail's labia into her mouth, and then moved up to her clit. Aunt Gail said, "Right there!" and tossed her head back again. Jessica was working on Aunt Gail's pussy like she'd been doing it for years. Gail said, "You don't need any lessons, girl. You're good at this."

My penis felt like it was hard enough to break glass. I became aware that I was slowly stroking it and was very much enjoying the show.

My sister was eating my Aunt's pussy and my naked Mom was encouraging her. Jessica was wearing a tight fitting T-shirt, a pair of spandex exercise shorts, and flip flops. Mom pulled at the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over Jessica's head, leaving her in her spandex shorts and a non-descript casual gray bra. Mom ran her hand over Jessica's back several times and then cupped her butt cheeks over the spandex shorts. Mom leaned down and asked, "May I get you naked?"

Jessica stopped licking and sucking on Aunt Gail's pussy and then looked at Mom, and then back over her shoulder at me. "What the fuck," she said and nodded. She dove back into the task at hand. Mom unhooked her bra, which fell to the floor. From this angle I could see that Jessica's tits were smaller with perky small nipples. Bent over as she was, her breasts formed triangles to her body as opposed to Mom's tits that hung down and swayed.

Mom then pulled Jessica's shorts and panties down in a single motion. Her ass was taut and firm and I could clearly see her shaved vulva from behind. At this point in my life, I'd only been with two women, Aunt Gail and Mom, so I was particularly intrigued by Jessica's butthole. Both Aunt Gail's and Mom's butt holes were slightly opened and relaxed when they were bent over, but Jessica's little butthole was tight and a slightly darker pink color than her skin. I wondered to myself if that was because Aunt Gail and Mom had taken dicks up their butts in the past and Jessica had not. It excited me that Mom let Dad fuck her in the ass.

Mom ran her finger down Jessica's behind, across her butthole and then inserted a single finger into Jessica's pussy. "Hmm," she said, "you're all wet." Mom crooked a finger at me and said, "Come here, Sammy."

I was all smiles as I approached the moaning women in front of me. My raging hard on was pointing out and up. Mom gently took me by the penis and placed it behind Jessica. "Your sister is all wet and waiting for you. Show her how a real man fucks."

I grabbed her by the hips and slowly placed the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening. Aunt Gail had taught me that although there are times when ramming it in might be appropriate, that was rare and I should always go slowly unless prompted differently by my lover. When Jessica felt my penis touch her pussy she turned around and looked over her shoulder at me. "Do it," she said.

Jessica went back to work on Aunt Gail, who was saying, "I'm close. Don't stop."

I pushed my hips forward and my dick was grasped by the tightest pussy I'd ever felt in my short life. Jessica dropped her head and said, "It's so thick. Go slow." I was more than happy to oblige because it felt so amazing going in. After about 20 or 30 seconds, I had my pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks and I just held it there waiting for her to adjust to my girth. I knew from watching porn on the internet that my dick wasn't nearly as long as those found on porn stars, so I had grown up thinking I had a small dick. But, Aunt Gail and Mom had both commented on how thick I was, so I assumed my dick was short and thick. I later found out I was average in length, but above average in girth.

At that moment, Aunt Gail shuddered and closed her legs on Jessica's head as she came. "Fuck!"

When she finally released Jessica's head, Jessica said, "I'm so fucking full. It feels like someone stuffed a cucumber in my pussy." She then pulled her hips forward just to the point where my dick was about to leave her, then she pushed back against me, slowly, fucking herself with my dick. I let her set the pace and started to gently return her thrusts. Mom reached under Jessica and pulled her nipples and then reached up to kiss me, out tongues roaming inside each other's mouth. Aunt Gail had dropped her feet back over the island, and Jessica's head was on her lap. Jessica was holding onto Aunt Gail with her hands on her hips for leverage. Aunt Gail was running her fingernails over Jessica's back.

"This feels so nice," Jessica purred.

"Yes it does," I said. "You're so tight!"

"And, you're so thick," she replied.

I grabbed her round hips tighter and picked up the pace. She again dropped her head and met my thrusts. I heard her mumble, "I'm going to cum if you keep this up." Because I had recently fucked Mom, I was nowhere close. I relished in the thought that I was bringing so much pleasure to my big sister. "Fuck me harder, Sammy." I quickened yet again and my pelvis was making a slapping noise against her ass. "Oh god, that feels good. I can feel your balls slapping my clit." I saw her ball her fists and she rose up on her tip toes. "I'm cumming! Ahhh!" She slammed her ass against me hard several times and then pulled away from me pulling me completely out. "Enough!"

She turned around to face me. Her cheeks were flushed and perspiration beaded on her forehead. Her breasts were firm, the size of pomegranates. Her nipples were small and erect. I pulled her to me and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

"That was the first time I've ever experienced and orgasm while fucking." She smiled up at me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I hugged her tight. I felt Mom's large soft breasts on my back as she hugged both of us.

Jessica broke the hug and tugged on my still very erect penis. "What are we going to do about this?"

Aunt Gail said, "I've got an idea." She crooked her finger at me and placed her feet back on the counter. I walked to her and immediately sank my cock into her swollen pussy. She said, "That's it. Fuck me hard and cum inside of me."




The Training of Sam: Jessica



I needed no additional instructions. I knew what Aunt Gail liked, so I began thrusting inside of her and used my thumb to stimulate her clit. Since she was sitting up on the island, her perfect tits were at the right height and I sucked a nipple into my mouth. I looked to my left and saw Jessica standing behind Mom. She had both of her hands around Mom and was kneading her breasts, occasionally pulling on her large rubbery nipples while looking over Mom's shoulder watching us fuck. Mom was rubbing her own pussy watching her only son fuck her only sister. I must admit, I liked the audience.

Aunt Gail brought me back to reality. "Are you close, because I'm about to cum again?"

"Wait on me, I'm almost there."

Suddenly I was aware of a hand on my balls. Jessica had reached between my legs and was cupping my balls. She used her fingernails to stimulate them. "Oh, fuck, that's it!" I cried. "I'm going to cum."

I erupted into Aunt Gail's dripping wet pussy as she came hard. She grabbed me around my shoulders and pulled me to her chest as she came. I turned my head to the side so that I could breathe and let her ride out her wave of pleasure as my balls drained into her.

After several minutes our breathing had returned to normal. We all looked at one another and started laughing.

Mom asked, "Who's hungry? I'll make breakfast."



The Training of Sam



"You're a really good looking man, Sam. All you need is some confidence." She reached out and pulled a lock of hair from my face. She stared into my eyes for a long time. "I know you like girls. I've seen the way you look at me each morning when I come down to get my coffee." She flashed a big smile at me, and then turned serious again. "You've never been with a girl, have you?"

"I guess it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"A little," she said, smiling.

We lay there staring into each other's eyes until Aunt Gail leaned forward and said, "Come here." I leaned in and she kissed me tenderly on the lips, putting her hand behind my head. Her lips were full and soft. She tasted of sweat, but it was the best sweat I'd ever tasted. Her lips didn't part, but the kiss lasted a good 15 seconds. As she pulled away, she said, "You're a good kisser for someone with no experience." She got up, grabbed her towel, and said, "Make coffee," as she headed up the stairs.

I lay there for another minute going through that wonderful kiss in my head. I couldn't believe how soft her lips felt against mine.

As I was watching the coffee drip, I heard Aunt Gail shout from the shower, "Sam!"

"Yeah?"

"Sam! If you're answering me I can't hear you over the shower. Come here, please!"

I slowly crept up the stairs to the landing. I could see that she had left the bathroom door open and the shower was running. "Aunt Gail, do you need me?"

"Yeah, Sam, please come here."

I walked to the open door and shouted into the bathroom, "What's up?"

"Sam, I need a new razor. This one is dull. Can you grab one for me from the bottom drawer, please?"

"Uh, you want me to come in...while you're in the shower?"

"Yes, please."

"But, the shower door is clear glass."

"Sam! It's fine. Please bring me a razor."

I walked into the bathroom but purposefully did not look into the shower. I did, however, look into the mirror and could clearly see the outline of my Aunt's back and her beautiful round butt. It was amazing! I quickly found the razor and walked toward the shower with my eyes diverted toward the floor.

I heard the shower door open, and my Aunt said, "Sam. Look at me."

I slowly raised my eyes to see that she was standing in the shower with her arm across her breasts and her body turned so that her front was facing away from me and her butt was toward me. I looked into her brown eyes. "Sam, you have to get more confidence around women. I'm not going to bite you." She smiled a wan smile at me and said, "Now, run along so I can get finished."

As I started to turn and leave, she lowered her arm and I got a quick glimpse of her left nipple. The areola was dark and probably an inch and a half across. The nipple appeared to be hard, but it happened so fast I couldn't be sure. My dick certainly didn't need any more evidence and I was rock hard before I made it to the bathroom door.

~~~

"Hello," Mom said into the cell phone.

"Hey, Katie."

"Is everything alright? Is Sammy okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

"You don't normally call me during the weekday from work."

"Well, Katie, I'm calling during the day precisely because I wanted to talk to you when Sam is not around."

"Okay."

"Everything is going really well. I am enjoying having Sam live with me. In fact, I'm enjoying it way more than I thought I would. We get along well and make really good roomies. He's such a sweet young man. He's even doing yoga with me every morning."

"Wow!"

"Right?" Anyway, he's gotten a job on the beach and he seems to like it a lot. But,..."

"But?"

"But, he is having trouble meeting girls. We had a long talk this morning, and he lacks confidence more than anything."

"I was worried about that when I sent him to live with you." Mom sighed into the phone. In fact, I was worried about more than that. Truly, I was worried that he DIDN'T like girls, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, there is absolutely no need to worry about that! I was thinking the same thing, so each morning I've been parading around in my bra and panties before I get dressed. You should have seen his face the first morning!" Aunt Gail began laughing and Mom joined in. Gail continued, "Honestly, his reaction the first morning made it quite clear that he liked what he saw, and I really didn't need to do it anymore, but if the bulge in the front of his shorts was any indication, he was enjoying it every bit as much as I was. I've got to tell you it is nice having an 18-year-old man look at me so wantonly." 

"That's quite a relief," Mom replied. "So you think it is just a confidence problem, huh? I'm not sure what we can do about it. He just has to learn that girls are people, too."

"Katie, I have an idea, but it's kind of drastic. I wanted to bounce it off of you before I moved forward."

"Okay."

"Sooooo," Gail paused. "What would you think if I taught him how to be a man?"

Mom didn't respond for quite some time while she considered what her baby sister had just asked her. Finally, she asked, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

"If you're thinking that I teach your virgin son how to make love to a woman, then, yes."

"Wow."

After a brief pause, Gail said, "Yeah, I told you it was drastic. I'm pretty sure it will build his confidence, but there is the psychological angle to consider fucking one's aunt."

"Honestly, Gail, that really doesn't concern me too much, considering that both of us fucked our brother like rabbits when we were at college and we're normal...well, normalish. Are you sure you're up for doing this?"

"Now it's my turn to be honest. I've been horny as hell to see what's in those shorts of his. The bulge looks mighty nice!"

"Gail!" Mom laughed and Gail joined in. "Actually, Gail, it IS nice."

"Katie! How do you know that?"

"Well, I've seen him naked a couple of times around the house. It's not too long, but it is nice and thick."

"So, I'll take that as a yes."

Mom paused for a few seconds. "Yes. Call me later and let me know how it goes."

~~~

When Gail opened the door to the house, she could hear the shower running upstairs. "Perfect." As she got to the top of the stairs she yelled, "Sam. I'm home! "

I was surprised when I heard her. I yelled from the shower, "You're home early, aren't you?"

"Yes. I decided to come home early since it's Friday."

"Okay. I'll be out in a second." 

I hadn't expected her to come home early, so I hadn't bothered to bring anything more than boxer shorts into the bathroom with me. I toweled myself off, ran my fingers through my damp hair, and opened the door allowing the steam to pour out of the room. "This is a nice surprise." 

Aunt Gail was standing there in a lacey black bra and her skirt, obviously getting out of her work clothes. Although I'd seen her in her underwear many times, there was something particularly sexy about her standing there in a bra and skirt. It was like I was walking in on a particularly personal and vulnerable scene. My cock noticed too, and started to swell.

"I don't get to come home early very often," she said, tossing her blouse into the hamper. She pulled down the zipper on the side of the skirt, stepped out of it, and placed it on a hanger. "May I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

I was speechless. My Aunt was asking me if I found her sexy and I had no idea how to reply. I mustered all of my meager confidence and said, "Yeah, sure, I guess so." I stared at my bare feet.

"Sam. Look at me. Why are you so shy around women?"

"I wish I knew," I said, tentatively looking into her face. She was frowning a bit.

"Come here."

I walked toward her realizing that there was no way I was going to successfully hide my boner. I walked to within a couple of feet of her, but she said, "No, right here," and pointed to floor immediately in front of her. I took the one step toward her.

She leaned up and kissed me deeply on my mouth. After a second or so she said, "Relax your lips. You're not kissing your Aunt; you're kissing a sexy woman." She placed her lips on mine and parted them with her tongue. Her tongue ran around inside of my mouth like a warm, smooth snake. 

After about 30 seconds she said, "Here, give me your hand." She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Please squeeze my breasts."

We began to kiss again and I clumsily kneaded her breast over her bra. She broke our kiss and said, "Hmm, that feels nice. Would you like to take off my bra?"

"Uh, sure." I felt clumsy unhooking her bra, but as soon as it was unclasped she let it fall to the floor between us. Her breasts were spectacular: round and full. Her nipples were hard. My dick was fully erect.

"Let me show you." She took my hand in hers and said, "The nipples are the most sensitive part, but most women want you to tease and build the excitement. " She took her fingernails and ran them around her breasts without touching the nipples. "See, they're getting even harder. Now you do it."

I ran my fingernails across her left breast and then to her right breast. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "That's it. When you're ready, gently pull the nipples with your fingers." I immediately complied. "Nice," she moaned. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Suddenly I felt her hand enter the fly on my boxer shorts and she grabbed my erection. "I see that you're enjoying this as much I am." She flashed a smile at me. "You have a nice dick and I can't wait any longer to see it."

She fell to her knees and pulled my boxers down in the same motion. The band of my shorts caught my dick as they went down, and it sprung up when my boxers cleared it. She immediately sucked the head of my dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. "Shit! That feels amazing!" I said.

She placed both of her hands on my ass and drove her mouth down onto my dick, bottoming out when her nose touched the peach fuzz hair below my belly button. I felt her swallow and then bring her mouth back up the shaft. She did this a couple of more times and I knew I wouldn't last long. Sensing my excitement, Aunt Gail looked up at me and said, "Sam, you may cum in my mouth if you want to."

I could hardly believe my luck. "Okay," is all I could muster in a tiny voice. I was afraid I would break the spell if I spoke too loud.

She quickly gobbled my dick back into her mouth and started to work her mouth up and down the shaft. I could feel the roughness of her tongue on the underside of the crown of my cock. I felt my imminent release and instinctively placed my hands on the back of her head. She looked up at me and locked her eyes to mine. I exploded in an amazing orgasm, my first real orgasm that wasn't caused by my own hand.

When I was finally done, she sucked every drop of cum from the end of my dick and pulled her mouth away. She was smiling. "Did you like that?"

"So, so much!" I said. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"Oh," she said, "you're going to pay me back." She stood up and kissed me, and then took my hand and led me to the bed. Her beautiful breasts swayed from side to side as she walked. She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and lay back. "Take off my panties, Sam."

I was surprised by my lack of nervousness, and readily complied. I pulled her panties down and off of her long, smooth legs revealing a completely shaved pussy. "What do you think?"

"You're so beautiful," I said, staring at a woman's sex for the first time.

"I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy, baby. Now, remember the lesson on the breasts? Just like the breasts, most of the time you won't want to just dive right in. Instead, caress my legs and run you lips up the inside of my legs."

As my lips moved up her thighs, I could smell the pungent fragrance of her pussy. I crossed over to the other thigh and ran my tongue over the smooth skin.

She reached down to spread the folds of her vagina. "I'm already wet for you, Sam." She ran a finger through her own slit and shivered. She placed it in her mouth. It was so hot. She returned her hand to her pussy and said, "Let me show you." As she pointed she said, "This is my clitoris, but most people call it a clit. This is like a woman's small penis, and it is very sensitive when it is erect. Can you see how it is poking out from under its hood?"

It did indeed look like a tiny, erect dick. "I do see that," I said, my face just inches away.

"After you get your lady on the verge of an orgasm, you will stimulate the clit with your tongue and lips to bring her over the edge. But, beware, after she cums it will be so sensitive that it can actually be painful. Each woman is a little different, so you'll need to take your cues from her."

"Okay," I said, taking in every word she said.

"And this," she moved her fingers, "are the labia minor, but again, most people call them pussy lips."

I smiled. "Yeah, that one I kind of figured out already."

"Finally," she said as she spread the lips open "is the vaginal opening. Gently put in one of your fingers and feel how wet I am."

I slowly inserted the pointer finger of my right hand into her pussy. It was amazingly soft, warm, and slippery. "It's so warm and smooth."

"Imagine how that is going to feel when you finally get to stick your thick dick in me."

"Yeah..."

"Now, Sam, I'm going to teach you how to make me cum with your mouth. First, I want you to kind of kiss me around my clit, but don't touch it yet. Yes, just like that. Good. Now, use your tongue and lick me from the base of my pussy near my asshole all the way up to my clit. Hmmm, yeah lover, just like that. How did that taste?"

"Different," I said. "Kind of acidic but not gross. I could definitely do that again!"

"Well, then, do it. Hmm. Now stick your tongue inside of my pussy. Right. Yep. Just like that. Now move your lips up to my clit and suck it into your mouth like you're giving me a tiny blowjob."

When I did this she arched her back and entwined her fingers in my hair. Apparently, whatever I did I did it right. I kept it up and she responded by grinding her pussy into my face.

"Put a finger in me and fuck me with your finger. No! Don't stop sucking on my clit! Do both at the same time. That's it. You're going to make me cum so hard." Every 10 seconds or so she would say, "That's it. That's it." I kept working her pussy with my mouth and finger until she arched her back once more and screamed, "I'm cummmmming!"

Having paid attention, I moved my lips off of her clit but kept working my finger in and out of her pussy. I could feel the muscles contracting as if her pussy was trying to draw my finger further inside of her.

"Okay," she said, squeezing her legs together. "That's enough. Come here." She held out her arms and I lay next to her on the bed. "Thanks, Sam. That was great." She smiled at me. "Gently play with my titties."

"You're a good student." She faced me and kissed me again. She reached down and felt my raging hard-on. "It feels like you're ready to go again. Would you like to fuck your Aunt Gail, Sam?"

"So much."

She scooted up the bed so that her head was on her pillow. "Okay, let's start with the basics: missionary position." She positioned me so that I was over her with my cock pointed directly at her oh-so inviting pussy. "Support your own weight on your elbows or you'll crush me. You're so much bigger than me that I won't be able to breath." She reached between us and grabbed my dick. "Are you ready to become a man, Sam? Slowly push your dick into me."

The feeling of impaling her with my cock was beyond words. The feeling was better than I ever could have imagined. When I reached the bottom, I just lay there enjoying the warm velvety tightness.

"Okay, Sam, fuck me."

I started to pump my hips and the feeling was even better. I started slowly and she encouraged me for my patience. "That's nice, Sam. I like this pace." After several minutes she said, "Fuck me faster." I picked up the pace and she said, "Perfect." About a minute later she said, "Fuck me really hard. I'm almost there again." I banged my pelvis into hers and we bucked together. As her climax began to build I could feel a second orgasm building in me. I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulders and she grunted, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! I'm cumming!" As she came, I convulsed and came inside of her. I was surprised by how different it felt cumming inside of her as opposed to in my hand. The feeling was so much more intense.

~~~

And that was only the first of many lessons that summer. Aunt Gail and I dove into a delightful sensual exploration that left me with a Ph.D. in how to satisfy a woman. I didn't sleep on the couch again that summer, but moved into Aunt Gail's room. She said she loved my 18-year-old stamina, but all I knew was that I loved to fuck. I would be waiting for her when she got home each evening, and she regularly woke me up in the middle of the night for a "lesson." She taught me many sexual positions, but more importantly, she taught me that a woman was more than just breasts, pussy, and ass. She taught me to respect my partner and to read her mood and body. She told me that young inexperience woman might not know how to properly say, "No," so I needed to be patient and read their body language. She emphasized that it was rape if a woman wasn't sure. She taught me how to tease with my fingers, my hands, and my mouth. She even taught me the mysteries of anal sex and showed me that it was pleasurable for the man as well, massaging my prostate as she deep throated me to a massive and ball-draining blowjob.

As the summer was coming to an end, Aunt Gail and I were lying together spooning on her bed watching a movie. We had long ago dispensed with pajamas, and I was worrying her nipples with my fingers. "You're very distracting, you know? I'm having trouble following the plot!" she said.

"Good," I replied. "That means I'm doing it right."

In her best mock Yoda voice she said, "Well you have learned, yes." She rolled over onto her back and I kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I've been thinking," she said. "Instead of you taking the bus back home, what would you think of me taking a few days off and me driving you home?"

By way of answer I smiled. "Mom would love to see you. NOW, about these nipples..."

She interrupted me and waving her hand in front of her breast she said, "These are not the nipples you've been looking for."

Playing along I said, "You weak minded fool, your Jedi pussy tricks will not work on me."

~~~

Even though I'd had the best summer of my life, I had to admit that as we pulled into my parents' driveway I realized how much I missed home.

Aunt Gail popped the trunk of her roadster and the two of us climbed out and moved to the back of the car. She looked at me and pulled me into her arms. "I'm really going to miss you, Sam."

I pulled her head up to me and kissed her deeply and passionately. She jumped up into my arms and wrapped both of her legs around my waist. I supported her by placing both of my hands underneath her ass, as our tongues worked over each other's mouth. Because she was wearing a sun dress without panties, my hands were on her ass and I let the tips of my finger enter the folds of her pussy. When we finally separated and I helped her back to a standing position, I looked over her shoulder to see the neighborhood busy body, Miss Buchanan, standing at the foot of the driveway with her ancient poodle at the end of a leash.

"Hey! Miss Buchanan," I shouted to her waving my hand, "Do you remember my mother's baby sister? My Aunt Gail."

Aunt Gail looked up at me and whispered, "You're bad." She had a huge smile on her face, but it was hidden from the neighborhood gossip queen.

I whispered back to her, "Don't you know it, sweetheart, and it's all because of you." I kissed her again and saw Miss Buchanan running as fast as her fat, old legs would take her toward her house. "That ought to start some serious rumors on the block." I was smiling from ear-to-ear.




The Training of Sam



"Mom! We're home!" I let Aunt Gail lead me into the house and closed the door behind us. Mom appeared in the foyer and hugged her sister tight. She looked over her shoulder and saw me standing behind her, a huge smile on my face. "Hi, Mom."

"Come here, you." She hugged me tight and I couldn't help but notice that she felt a lot like Aunt Gail, but perhaps a little softer. I had never thought of my Mom as a woman, but after my summer of learning I realized she was definitely ALL woman. She tried to kiss me on the cheek, but instead, I turned my head and kissed her on the lips. I noted that her lips were fuller and softer than Aunt Gail's lips. The kiss didn't last more than three seconds, but it was nice.

"Oh, my!" she said as she slowly pulled away from me.

"I missed you, Mom."

"I can see that!" she said. I saw that her face was bright red and that her neck and upper chest were flushing as well.

"Where's Dad?" I asked looking into the living room.

"He had to go out up to New York for the week for annual training. He'll be back a week from today."

Aunt Gail said, "I've got to pee! Katie, should I put my bag in the guest room?"

"Yeah."

I followed Aunt Gail up the stairs and plopped my bag onto my bed. I looked around the room and realized just how immature I had been at the beginning of the summer. The walls were covered with promotional posters for video games and the shelves were full of science fiction spacecraft models and action figures.

When I finally went back downstairs, Mom and Aunt Gail had opened a bottle or red wine and were catching up. Mom looked up from the table when I walked into the kitchen and she asked, "Are you going to play video games?"

"No," I said as I grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet. "I'm going to sit here with two gorgeous women and enjoy some wine."

Mom glanced at me, then at Aunt Gail, and then back at me. "Well, well, you've really matured this summer."

I gave Aunt Gail a knowing grin and said, "You have no idea, Mom."

After we finished the bottle of wine, Mom made us spaghetti and we opened a second bottle and talked until the wee hours of the night. It was fun hearing stories of their youth, particularly tales of Mom's youthful indiscretions. Around midnight I said, "I'm beat. Goodnight." I gave each of them a chased peck on the cheek and headed up the stairs and immediately fell asleep.

The combination of sunlight streaming through the window and the marvelous smell of fresh brewed coffee coaxed me out of my deep slumber. When I got downstairs in my boxer shorts, I found Mom standing at the kitchen island bent at the waist with her elbows on either side of her iPad. She was reading the news with a steaming cup of coffee next to it. She was wearing one of my Dad's tank top T-shirts that ended about mid-thigh, and from the ample amount of breast that was showing through the arm holes, she wasn't wearing a bra. I had never noticed her wearing anything like this in the past, but of course, I realized that I typically went from my bed to the video game console. She might have been naked in the past and I would not have noticed.

She didn't even look up from the screen, but acknowledged my presence by saying, "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I leaned against the kitchen counter and admired my Mom's ass from behind. 'How could I have missed this hot woman in my house?' I asked myself. Her hips were wider than Aunt Gail's, and her butt was definitely fuller, but she looked so hot. 'I bet Dad tears that up.' I visualized Mom face down on the bed with her ass high in the air with Dad behind her, grabbing her ample hips and ramming his cock into her. My dick started to swell. 'Easy killer,' I thought. 'You won't be able to hide wood in these boxer shorts.'

"Aunt Gail and I had such a good time with you last night. I'm so glad you sat with us all night. We ended up staying up another two hours after you went to bed." She quickly glanced over her shoulder at me and caught me staring at her ass. She smiled and then looked back down at her iPad. She twitched her hips back and forth once and said, "Do you like what you see?"

Shit. Busted. The old Sammy would have been mortified and run for cover, perhaps never emerging from my bedroom again in this lifetime. But, the new Sam decided to take a chance. I closed the two steps between us and put my hands on her hips. I rubbed my swollen groin against her cheeks and said, "You've got a great ass, Mom."

She stood erect and started to turn around, but I held her firmly against the island, my swelling cock pressed against her ass. I moved my other hand up and across her stomach and pulled her tight against me. I kissed her on the nape of her neck and then nibbled on her ear lobe. I felt her take a deep breath and she placed a hand on mine. I moved my other hand through the loose arm hole of her T-shirt and felt the nipple of her left breast, hard and rubbery. They were larger than Aunt Gail's. I removed my hand from her shirt and press her back down so that she was bent at the waist over the island. I squatted down so that my face was level with her ass and I raised the fabric of the shirt up and over her hips. I was delighted that she was naked under the shirt. I moved her legs so that her feet were spread about a shoulder's width and I dove my face into her crotch, filling my lungs with my Mother's pungent aroma.

"Oh, Sammy." I heard her say. "Are you sure?"

I didn't answer but flashed my tongue out and into the folds of her pussy. I ate her from behind, reaching around with my right hand to find her clit. She pressed her ass back into my face. "Oh my god, Sammy, you're so good at this."

I still had not spoken. I took my other hand and wet my finger with her juices. I then reached up and plunged my finger into her asshole. If she was shocked, she didn't show it. Her only reaction was to whisper, "So good..." The muscles grabbed my finger and held onto it. I could feel her urgency and I worked her pussy with my tongue, her clit with my right hand, and her asshole with my left. "Oh, fuck, Sammy, you're going to make Mom cum!"

Her legs began to quiver and she thrust her ass back into my face preventing me from breathing. She came hard. I stood behind her and gently caressed her back while she recovered.

When she finally spoke she said, "Holy fuck Gail taught you well."

That caught me by surprise. She moved her head slightly from the granite surface of the kitchen island to look back at me. The surprise apparently showed on my face, so she smiled and said, "Sisters talk about everything."

I pulled my boxer shorts to the ground. My raging boner was pointing menacingly at Mom's ass. I took it in my hand and placed the head on the entrance to her pussy. With one slow thrust I pushed my dick into my Mother's womb.

Mom said, "You're so thick." She briefly stood erect and pulled the T-shirt up and off and then leaned back over pressing her large, soft breasts into the granite. Her breasts were smashed and looked huge from behind. I started thrusting into her slowly, pulling all the way out of her and then immediately entering her again before she could protest. "Oh, she's taught you SO well..."

I heard Aunt Gail coming down the stairs, so I was looking toward that area when she came into the kitchen. We locked eyes as I slowly fucked her sister from behind. "I thought I heard fucking," she said. She went to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup, and then moved to the table to watch us fuck. 

Mom rotated her head 180 degree so that she was now looking toward the table. She looked at Gail and said, "My son is fucking me."

Gail smiled and said, "I see that." She was wearing a tight fitting camisole and panties. She pulled the panties down to her ankles and started fingering herself.

After several minutes of watching us fuck, she stood up and walked to my side. While I maintained the constant slow thrusts into Mom's dripping pussy, Aunt Gail kissed me and ran her hand over Mom's ass. She leaned down so that her face was right next to Mom's and she whispered, "You just have to taste his cum. It's so yummy!" She then reached under Mom and began to work a nipple. Mom rose up onto her elbows and forearms so that her large tits swayed under the motion. Gail used both hands to knead her tits and pull her nipples.

"I'm going to cum again," she said. The she asked me, "Are you close, baby? I DO want to taste your cum."

"I'm close, Mom. You cum first, and then I'll come." With that I picked up the pace and Mom began to slam her ample ass back against me, meeting each of my thrusts in turn.

"I'm close, Sammy! Fuck me harder."

I began to really pound her and she had a huge orgasm, her legs quaking. She held onto the side of the island for support while I slowed my thrusts for her to recover. After a minute she said, "Now it's your turn!"

I picked up the pace and felt my balls begin to tighten and that wonderful feeling that precedes an orgasm. When I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, I slapped her on the butt and she spun around and dropped to her knees. She grabbed my dick and thrust her lips over the head, swirling her tongue across the bottom. I erupted into her mouth while she stared up into my eyes. I could see her swallowing as rope after rope of cum jumped from my dick into her mouth.

I was vaguely aware of Aunt Gail saying, "That's so hot."

When Mom was certain that there was no more cum to extract from the head of my penis, she stood and hugged me tight, smashing her swaying breasts into my chest. My erection was trapped against her stomach. "Thank you, Sammy. That was amazing. Your old Mom hasn't come that hard in quite some time."

Aunt Gail was standing next to us, naked below the waist. She said, "I'm next."

Suddenly, we heard the front door open and my older sister, Jessica, who was a senior in college yelled, "Mom! Surprise! I'm home." 

Too be continued... 



The Training of Sara Pt. 01



This is a work of fiction and the author claims full copyright to the entire contents under U.S.C. Title 17, The Berne Convention Implementation Act of 1988 and any subsequent revision and/or amendment thereof.

Part 01: The Indoctrination

She drifted . . . it was hard to think . . . so tired . . . nothing.

Still, no light or sound. Her shoulders burned. The balls of her feet and toes barely reached the ground. Her arms extended above her head. She felt the bindings around her wrists, holding them together and pulling her body upwards. Where was she? Light headed, tired, a strange smell . . . nothing.

Again, no light, no sound, just a deep burning sensation in her shoulders and arms that supported all of her weight. She pushed her toes and the balls of her feet toward the ground attempting to take some weight off the shoulders and arms. Her throat was so dry. She tried to swallow. It was so difficult. Her feet started to cramp and with a moan her shoulders and arms took the strain of her full body weight. The pain was becoming almost unbearable. Why was she here? Where was here? She tried to lick her lips and felt a strange material all around her lips and realized that her head was encased in some sort of hood. She also felt a rubber cap on all her teeth and she could not close her mouth.

She tried to spread her feet apart to maintain her balance. They were not restrained but if she moved them more than a few inches she started to lose her very limited contact with the ground that defeated her purpose. The pain in her shoulders was becoming a major issue. She wanted to scream but her mouth and throat were so dry and the ring gag limited her to a deep guttural moan.

She tried to think. How had she gotten here? The pain was making any thought difficult. She stood tip toes and experienced some minor relief but almost immediately she could feel her leg mussels start to protest. She remembered as if in a dream being at home and tired after a long week at work. Then she remembered going to the restaurant-bar just down the street. Too tired to cook but too hungry just to go to bed.

She tried to shift her weight and achieved a sort of weight balance between her arms and legs. A burger, fries and a light beer at a corner table. She remembered the crowds, Friday? Yes, Friday. Was it still Friday? How long had she been here? Where? Why?

The young couple had asked if they could sit at her table. She had simply nodded. What had they looked like? She couldn't remember. They were sharing a joint and offered her a hit. She had declined. As she was finishing her meal and paying when the couple had stood up and waved to someone in the crowd. As they started to walk away, the girl had said, "for later," and left a fat hand rolled on the table.

She collected her change and started to stand. Almost as an after thought she picked up the joint and dropped it in her shirt pocket. A series of mussel cramps coursed through her legs and arms. Fighting the pain she lost her balance dropping her full weight onto her shoulders, wrenching them and sending new waves of pain through her body. "Please God make it stop."

Tears flowed from her eyes, and rasping groans were wrenched from the dry throat and mouth. She must have blacked out, but as she came to the pain returned with a vengeance. It was so hard to think. Suddenly, the strain on her arms relaxed and she could almost get her whole foot on the ground. She could spread her feet about a foot apart. The strain on her arms relaxed again and her whole foot touched the ground. The relief poured through her.

She remembered arriving home and falling exhausted on the couch. She had been so tired but also extremely restless and decided to light up. She had drawn the smoke down into her lungs. It was so smooth, almost no bite she thought, as she drew another puff down. Then what? Nothing . . . there was nothing more, and she was just here. Where was here?

She felt the muscles across her shoulders spasm in protest against the recent strain. Her calves and thighs ached in commiseration. She was still so tired. All she wanted to do was lay down. She felt the floor beneath her bare feet. It had a cold metallic feel. She didn't care just let her lay down.

As the thought of rest echoed through the paths of her mind a searing shock drove up her legs, her back and into her head which snapped back as if yanked by the hand of God. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets, her back bent and reflexively her feet came off the floor. Her body dropped only to be caught by her arms and shoulders. Her arms that had been out of position felt like they were being ripped from her body. Again, reflexively her feet dropped to the steel plate and met the same surging electrical current with much the same result. Only this time as her feet tried to escape the steel plate her arms were pulled upward until she was suspended about 2 feet above the floor. As the multiple forms of pain ripped a soundless scream from deep down in her chest, the device to which her wrists were secured separated and moved out from the center so that, within less than a second, her arms were stretched, as if she were being crucified. This sent a totally new series of pain messages coursing through her neural pathways.

The bar, she could now tell it was a bar, to which her wrists were fastened moved toward her back as her wrists continued to be pulled, with what felt like, hundreds of pounds of force toward its ends. Finally, with the bar firmly pressing across her shoulder blades it very slowly lowered her toward the steal plate. The movement was so gradual that at first she didn't notice it. Until she saw that her feet were only inches away from the plate. Fear caused her to pull her legs up but the downward movement was irrevocable and eventually her feet touched down.

Nothing happened and though trembling from the combined effect of fear and pain she started to relax gradually. As she did her wrists restraints started to return to the center as they did the bar move up from her until it was back in its original position. The tension on her arms continued to relax until her hands were just below her shoulders, but still too high for her to sit on the ground. She tried, but the most she could achieve was a kneeling position. Then remembering her recent experience, she decided to stand.

Time passed, how much she didn't know. Again, there was no light, no sound, except her ragged breathing. The nerves and muscles in her shoulders and upper arms were continually spasming from the remembered pain and strain. Her jaw held open by the hollow ring was beginning to ache and she had difficulty swallowing. Exhausted, wracked with pain she again kneeled down and fell into a fitful doze. Each time she stated to fall asleep the strain of her increasing weight on her arms would wake her. This process was seemingly repeated for hours. Then she noticed that it felt like her arms were gradually being pulled upward. They were, until she was returned to a fully stretched, arms up, feet flat on the floor, posture.

No sooner, did her body reach that position than the electric shock ripped through her again and the whole process started over and over again but without the intervening respite. She lost count, her conscious blanked out while her body continued to act based on pure animal instinct. Her bladder and bowels voided, ropes of mucous hung in strands from her lips and nose, her eyes bulged and rolled in her head unable and/or unwilling to focus. She had no control over her muscles or thoughts and everything faded to black.

She gradually returned to a conscious state cold, wet and shivering Lying curled up in a ball on the floor. There were no ropes, chains or other bindings and her movements were unrestricted. A fine mist of cold water fell from what she supposed was the ceiling and multiple currents of very cold air blew across her body. Her shivering became uncontrollable.

She cried out, "What do you want? Please Stop." But the gag in her mouth made it sound garbled almost not understandable. She tried to pull the gag from her mouth but it was securely fastened.

Again, mumbled and garbled, "I will do anything. Just Please, I'm begging you, stop." Her throat was becoming raw from her inability to swallow. Her distended jaw affected the motion of her throat muscles, and when she tried she choked.

A single low watt spot light came on highlighting a stool with what appeared to be a large dog collar on it. The cold air blasts faded away as did the cold misting spray. She stared at the stool and collar but made no move toward it. The light went out and the mist and cold air immediately resumed. The cold, which ate into her flesh, did too.

"What, what?", her mind cried out!

The light returned and the air and mist stopped. She stared, then tried to stand. However, the extreme shivers coursing through her body made her unsteady on her feet and she dropped to her knees. The light went out.

Almost immediately she cried out, "No wait, please."

The light returned and slowly she crawled to the stool. She reached out and touched the strange collar. As she touched it a short blast of warm air hit her body. She jumped almost as if hit with another electric shock and then relaxed. She examined the collar closely. It was 1/4" thick leather, about 11 inches long and 4 inches wide, lined with a closely trimmed fleece. Attached to the leather about every 2 inches were 1 inch long straps ending in heavy gold rings. At one end was a 2½" by ½" heavy gold buckle and at the other fastened about 1 ½ inches in from the end was a 2 1/4 inch wide strap pierced down the center about every 1/4 inch for the buckle's tongue. The tongue itself was different from a normal buckle tongue. Its point was a ring large enough to accept a small lock. Also, on the stool was a small gold, open padlock. There was no key.

Even in her shivering, mentally comprised state, it was obvious. Whoever had brought her here wanted her to put the collar on. As she examined it another puff of mild air hit her body like a warm soft blanket. Slowly, with trembling hands, her body still racked by shivers, she brought the collar to her neck. Wrapping it around her neck, with the buckle to the front, and fed the strap through the buckle engaging the buckle's tongue. She had initially thought of leaving the collar loose, but after some hesitation had drawn it snug, but not tight. After much thought and with some trepidation she fed the hasp of the padlock through the ring at the end of the buckle's tongue and snapped it shut. Lastly, she took the swivel bolt snap attached to a long, thin metallic looking cable . . . Ok she thought it's a leash . . . and snapped it onto the swivel eye just behind the buckle and rotated the collar until the buckle was at the back of her neck.

For a few seconds nothing happened. "Was there something else?", she thought.

Then she noticed that the spot light was very slowly dimming. "What have I done wrong?", she thought.

Her body tensed and the thought, "Please No, NO More.", echoed through her head.

Nevertheless, then a strong blast of warm air hit her body. It was so strong and sudden that it almost felt like a physical blow and the breath that she had been holding escaped as if she had been punched. Then she felt a tug and slight pull at the back of her neck. She realized that the leash was starting to pull her. Without standing she moved slightly in the direction of the pull and felt the pressure increase.

She stood on shaking legs, the warm air had raised the overall temperature and her shivers had deceased exponentially. The pull was moving her out of the now dim circle of light, where the collar had been, into the dark. As she continued to move, the leash that had been pulling straight away, across her left shoulder, started to both raise and pull to the right. Within a few steps the leash was extended almost straight up into the dark and the pull ceased. She stood trying to peer into the darkness the light that had been dim was now completely gone. She continued to wait. How long she could not tell. Her stomach rumbled. How long had it been? No food or water and she had to pee, and new that she would soon need to defecate, again. Her legs ached, shoulders burned, and she was so tired.

Still she stood, but now it was more difficult. As time had passed, the leash had increased its upward pull. Now unless she went up on tiptoe, she had to stand perfectly erect with her heels touching or the pull on her collar made breathing difficult. The inability to move her feet apart coupled with the disorientation caused by the absolute darkness and lack of sound-made keeping her balance problematical. She constantly had to catch herself to keep from falling. This placed constant strain on her legs and torso. Cramps started in her calves and thighs increasing her fear of falling and choking.

A puff of super cold air blew across her body and her 1st conscious thought was, "Noooo, NO MORE."

There was nothing, just the absolute dark and soundless void around her. Then suddenly she realized something had changed. What she did not know; but something. Had there been a sound? She couldn't remember one. Had she seen something? No that was impossible in the dark. But what? Someone was watching her?

She tried to speak but the same problems hindered any attempt. Finally, she gasped out, "Who(se) there?"

No answer, no sound, no light, nothing, but something, she could feel it. What felt like several minutes passed and still nothing. She had needed to urinate and could hold it no longer and she felt the warm flow saturate here panties and flow down her legs. The fresh Urine mixed with the already existing mess and the sick stench wafted up to her nostrils. If there had been anything left in her stomach, she would have vomited. As it was, her stomach did flip-flops. She got angry. No one had the right to do this to her.

Almost clearly she yelled out, "Who the Fuck is out there?"

Then she heard it, or did she? It almost sounded as if it were coming from her head. "My, my such a filthy mouth in such a dirty, filthy little slut."

"Who are you? You can't do this to me."

From the dark came a hissing noise, something moving rapidly through the air. Then she felt an explosion of pain across her back, wrapping around her chest, leaving a ribbon of fire. The snake like leather strap, a whip, she suddenly realized, was forcefully pulled away only to return with renewed force seconds later. Then a 3rd time. She was left gasping in pain.

Again the whisper. "Now that's the sound I want to hear, your pain, not your pathetic, screeching little cunt voice."

The voice was flat, monotone, absolutely lacking any emotion. But the word Cunt burned into her brain and sole. She had always hated that word. But, now despite the lack of emotion in the voice the word was able to transmit a feeling of total disgust for her, her body and everything she was.

"If you persist in forcing me to hear the screeching little Cunt voice I will gladly listen to your pain until there is nothing left."

"It's my job, no my pleasure. To teach you, if nothing else, one thing. You will either do as I want or you will suffer the most excruciating, prolonged pain I can give you and will continue to give you until you either obey or die. Your, choice SsLut."

With the word Slut the whip hit her again and then again, 5 more times. Now she was a twisting shivering mass, hanging from the end of her leash, trying to get her feet under her so she could breathe again, snot running from her nose and tears from her eyes. "Please," she gasped, "Please no more."

"I thought I made it very clear, the only thing I want to hear from you, Cunt, unless I ask you a direct question, is your scream of pain.", and the whip lashed out again. She did scream, whimper and cry, but nothing else.

"Better, but God you do stink. I think the next order of business is a bath. Strip."

A couple of seconds passed. "Didn't you hear me Cunt? Strip and Strip Now." With the word Now the whip uncoiled at her feet and started to pull back. She needed no further inducement and started to remove her blouse.

"Better, but don't hesitate again. There will be no further warning."

In the 30 seconds or so it took her to remove all her clothes she tried to make some sense of this. She still could not see her tormentor who remained in the darkness. The voice though some what louder still seemed to becoming either form in her head or all around her. Nothing really made any sense. With her clothes off, she stood up resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She was still lucid enough to realize that any attempt would bring retribution. She also refrained from asking what she was supposed to do next. He had said something about a shower, but she could not see where she was supposed to go. She stood and waited.

Then to her right a bank of lights came on, shining past her. They were strong enough to hurt her eyes and she turned to her left and saw a white ceramic tile wall with several shower heads coming from the wall. She resisted the sudden impulse to move toward the wall and shower area.

"My, My the Slut can learn, after all. Very good. Now move to the left end of the shower area."

As she moved, the leash gave additional slack. She stopped when she reached the left end of the shower area and waited. As she had moved toward the shower area the original lights dimmed and new ones, immediately surrounding the shower area, came on. As she glanced to the other end of the shower area, she could see a table that looked something like the ones she was familiar with from her gynaecologist's office and shuddered to think what it was for. Also, between the shower area and the table was a small stool with what appeared to be shaving instruments and several small plastic containers.

The voice finally returned but louder and she realized that the sound was coming from all around her. She saw what looked like small speakers mounted high up on the walls. "On your left there is a shower caddy with a squeeze bottle of soap and a bottle of alcohol. Take the bottle of alcohol and pour half of it over your back."

She did as she was told and gasped as the burning sensation of alcohol mixing with an open cut hit her. She looked down and saw several red, raw welts crisscrossing her stomach and breasts and realized the whip must have cut her.

"Now the front."

She hesitated briefly. "Go ahead. It can only get worse. My arm isn't the least bit tired and there is plenty more alcohol."

She poured the remaining alcohol over the top of her chest and this time steeled to the result, she refused to voice the effects. Unknown to her, her tormentor smiled as he watched the ensuing ripple of her flesh and he grimace caused by the astringent.

"Now reach to the top of your head, find the zipper and remove the head piece."

She followed the instructions and with some difficulty, getting the gag out, finally removed it. As she tried to move her jaw the dull ache became a stabbing pain shooting into the joints of her jaw. Again, with unknown, to her, pleasure, he watched her work through the effects.

"Take the bottle of soap, it's both an astringent and both antibacterial and antifungal, and starting with your hair, wash yourself throughly. Then use the sponge to scrub your body. "

As she picked up the sponge she could feel a mildly abrasive surface and realized that she would have to be careful or she could lose some skin. With soap and sponge in hand she approached the first shower head. She reached out to get a feel for the water temperature. She found it warm but not too warm and stepped under the spray. She luxuriated in the feel of the warm water flowing through her long auburn hair down her body. His voice brought her back to reality.




The Training of Sheila



"The way I see it, Andrew," and here I paused for effect, "you only have two choices. Either you do what I've asked, or you go to jail." Andrew was pissed and if my gun hadn't been in plain sight on my desk, I might have been concerned. But he hadn't just stormed out, which meant that he understood that I had him. For the past two years Andrew and I had been embezzling funds from the company. Well, he wasn't aware of the theft at the time, but it was his signature on each of the forms. The money was already in an off-shore account that was not traceable to me. When Andrew finally clued in and confronted me, I spelled it out clearly for him. If he said anything I would testify against him, and he would go to jail for at least ten years. The reality of this situation took a few days to sink in; but when he found all of his carefully guarded documentation missing from his desk he suddenly became more agreeable. Now, he stood in my office, looking at a rather large pile of shredded documents, and trying to decide what he should do. You see, his holier-than-thou attitude had kind of pissed me off, and I decided to show him just how much power I had over him. I had just presented him with a demand that he have his wife come to my office and give me a blowjob. How he convinced her to do it, I didn't care, but if she didn't have her lips around my cock by lunch time tomorrow I was going to make a call to the authorities and his wife and kid would spend the next ten years trying to make ends meet without a breadwinner. Glancing at the gun, Andrew didn't say a word and just left the office. I wondered what would happen.

The next day, around eleven o'clock I hadn't seen Andrew at all. Maybe he decided to run? I hope he didn't think that I wasn't serious, but I would turn him in if he didn't at least try to comply with my orders. Andrew wasn't a stupid man. He didn't have enough money to hide from the authorities for very long. The evidence against him seemed iron-clad. He had no choice but to honor my every demand until the statute of limitations expired in three years. And then there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I barked, half-expecting my secretary. But it was, in fact, Andrew's wife Sheila. Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying, and she seemed a bit in disarray as if she had gotten dressed hurriedly. Never-the-less she was a beautiful woman, not quite the hot little number I had envied at last year's Christmas party, but I imagine the shock of Andrew's news last night had left her a bit shook up. I was going to enjoy this very much. "Close the door, Sheila," I said calmly and smiled as she immediate complied. Just as she closed the door I could see Andrew's head looking at us from the opening to his cubicle. I wondered what he was thinking.

I had given Andrew very specific instructions on what Sheila was supposed to do. She was to remove her clothes, crawl over to my chair, unzip my pants, and give me a blowjob until I came in her mouth. Until I gave her permission she was not to speak. Presently she was just standing there, looking at me with pleading eyes, perhaps hoping this was all some elaborate joke. She was very vulnerable and I liked that look on a woman. "I'm waiting, Sheila," I said softly.

Sheila's eyes filled with tears and her fingers began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. Every time I had met her she had been dressed rather conservatively. I had always thought she was a beautiful woman, but it was not until the Christmas party when she had worn a small red dress with a ton of cleavage that I realized she was quite hot. Later Andrew had confided in me that his wife was generally prudish, and it had taken a ton of pleading with her to convince her to wear the dress that night. I had almost felt sorry for him. How frustrating it must be to be married to someone that sexy, and have her be a prude. Well, her prudish days were done; at least as far as I was concerned.

Sheila unbuttoned her shirt excruciatingly slowly, but I didn't mind. I had all afternoon. She looked at the floor the entire time, afraid to look up and see that I was watching. Finally, she had the buttons undone, and she moved to the button on her slacks. Tears were streaming down her face at this point, and she was sobbing a bit. Watching her cry was only making me hornier. All of her buttons undone, she hesitated, looking up at me with those pleading eyes again. "Yes, you really have to," I said and smiled kindly at her. She paused a moment longer and then pulled her arms from her blouse, crossing them over her bra covered breasts. Again I exercised patience, I would see them soon enough. I caught a glimpse of them when she pulled her pants down and they were barely contained by her lacey bra. I guessed they were 36DD, but they could have been slightly larger. What a shame she always kept them hidden away. Her legs were slender, and smooth. She was wearing boring cotton panties; but I hadn't expected anything less. She stood there now, wearing her bra and panties, her arms crossed over her magnificent breasts, and again hesitating. "Go on," I said encouragingly. She opted for the panties first. Prudish girls always guarded their breasts more than anything. Her mound was covered with hair, only trimmed at the very edges so I was unable to see her pussy. Then finally, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It nearly bounced off of her, and for a split second I saw her large dark nipples. She quickly covered them again with her arms, obviously embarrassed. The tears were really coming now. My cock was rock hard. 

"Please," she started to say, but I shushed her quickly.

"Don't screw up now, Sheila. You're doing so well. It would be a shame to come this far and still have Andy go to jail." She looked at me and I saw raw hatred in her eyes. She hated me with all of her being. My cock lurched in my pants. "Get on your knees, Sheila, you can do it."

Slowly she knelt down by the door to my office. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered onto her hands, and let her fantastic tits hang free. Her blonde hair fell around her face and she looked at the ground sobbing. This was the first time I got a glimpse of her lovely ass. It was a bit larger than her pants had suggested it would be. I liked it a lot. I imagined what it would feel like to rub my hands over her tits and ass, to smell her hair, to taste her skin. All in good time, I told myself. For now it was time to see what kind of abuse she could endure.

"Crawl over here," I said sweetly, "like the little bitch you are." She looked up at me suddenly, a painful look on her face. No one, I supposed, had ever spoken to her in such a derogatory way. But she began crawling toward me. "That's right, little bitch, come to your master." She was looking back at the floor again, and I wondered what she was thinking about to help her get through this. Maybe she was thinking about her precious Andrew? Or maybe she was angry with him for getting her in this mess. I was fascinated as she slowly crawled around the edge of my desk. "That's a good little doggy, bitch." 

Finally she was before me and I turned my chair to the side to give her access. My cock was rock hard and straining against my pants. She had to have noticed, but again she hesitated. One last time she lifted her head, giving me that pleading look. Suddenly something occurred to me. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No," she said, and broke into full blown crying. I smiled at her. What a fucking prude this bitch was! Right then and there I knew that I was doing her a favor, and Andrew too, this chick needed to lighten up and I was just the guy to force her to do it. She undoubtedly thought that her lack of experience was going to make me go easy on her. She couldn't have been more wrong.

"Now, Sheila, you spoke again. When I ask you questions I expect only a nod or a shake of your pretty little head. Got that?" She nodded her head. "Now, you've never given a blowjob before?" She shook her head no. "Not even for Andy?" Again, no. "Has he ever asked you to?" She paused a moment and then nodded. "But you wouldn't do it?" No. "Why? Because it's disgusting?" She nodded and made a face. I laughed at her. "You prudish little bitch! Your lips are so beautiful, that you just know they were made for wrapping around a thick cock. No wonder Andrews is always so wound up, his hot little wife never takes care of him. Well, I've got news for you little girl, today you learn the fine art of cock sucking." She flinched as if I had slapped her. "Now get my cock out!"

Her hands were trembling, but she managed to unzip my fly. My cock nearly sprung out at her, and she actually gasped in surprise. It was nine inches long and fairly thick around, and I could tell by her wide eyes, that she hadn't seen one that big before. Tentatively she wrapped her hand around it. It felt great. "Have you ever seen such a large cock before?" She shook her head no. "Bigger than Andy's huh?" She paused for a second but then nodded. I laughed at her again. "Maybe if Andy had a cock this nice you would want to suck it?" She shook her head no. "Well, bitch, what are you waiting for? Get your mouth on it."

Sheila hesitated a few moments, and then brought her lips to the head of my cock and kissed it gently. She kissed it a few times. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. "Oh man, you are pathetic. Start by licking it. Like a huge lollipop. Get it all wet." She pulled away a bit, grimacing at the thought of tasting my dick. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her face up against my cock. "Lick it, bitch!" I whispered harshly in her ear with as menacing a tone as I could do. She obediently stuck her tongue out, and licked the tip of my cock. "All of it!" She licked it some more, as fresh tears poured down her cheeks. "Now, lick my balls!" She moved her tongue down onto my hairy balls, and licked them too. She had no technique, but it felt good never-the-less. "Now lick it like you love it!" She began to lick it vigorously, moving her tongue all over my cock. "That's right, bitch! Lick that cock. Are you hungry for cock?" She shook her head no, but kept licking my tool. "I want you to nod your head when I ask you that question! Are you hungry for cock?" She nodded her head, and kept licking. It was awesome to see her humiliated, crying, and licking my cock. "Well, good thing bitch, because you are going to get fed now. Keep nodding. You want me to feed you my cock?" She nodded. "You want this huge cock in your mouth?" Her eyes said an emphatic 'no', but her head said yes. "Well, open your mouth wide." Sheila looked up at me, but then obeyed, opening her mouth very wide. 

I let her sit there like that for a few moments. She was on all fours, looking up at me over my cock, with her mouth wide open and waiting for the next horror I was going to make her endure. I grabbed my shaft and aimed the head at her mouth, slowly inserting it inside. Her mouth was warm and soft, and as more of my cock went inside, her lips closed tightly around my girth. "Now, suck it in and out of your mouth, and I better not feel any teeth!" She grabbed my cock with one hand, and began to move her mouth around it. For a chick who had never sucked cock before, she did pretty well, but she was only taking about three inches at a time. I allowed her to suck it like that for a few minutes. "Do you like that cock?" She shook her head, but didn't stop sucking it. I decided to wake her up to the reality of her situation a bit. 

I grabbed the back of her head and began pulling it hard toward me. My cock pushed into the back of her mouth and into her throat. "When I ask you if you like my cock, the answer is always yes!" And I forced my cock into her throat. She gagged, and tried to pull away, hitting me with her hands, but I held onto her head, and continued to push my cock into her. Inch after inch my cock went into her throat until finally my balls were on her chin. "Now this is called deep throat, bitch, because my cock is deep in your throat. When I tell you to suck my cock, this is what you are to do." She was nearly panicking now. Finally, I let go and she pulled away, gasping for air, and crying a new. "Now, do you like my cock?" Sheila looked up at me with hot hared in her face, but she nodded her head. "Now suck it for real, bitch!"

Sheila put her mouth back on my cock and slowly took inch after inch inside. She gagged a bit, but she managed to relax her throat and take me inside. "My god, woman! You're a fucking natural!" Over and over again she sucked my cock into her throat, and it felt about as good as any other blowjob I'd ever had. 

"You must really love Andrew to do this for him." Sheila nodded, still crying. "What a good woman you are. A lot of women would have told him he was a dumb ass for making such a careless mistake, and told him he was on his own. But you are loyal and want only the best for him." She nodded again. "I bet this is just killing him." She nodded again, still sucking my cock into her throat over and over. Well, I think you should tell him you love him. "Now I want you to suck my cock like you can't get enough, and I want it to be loud and wet sounding, and I want to hear moaning." She began sucking me with vigor, slurping and moaning. I picked up the phone and dialed Andrew's extension putting him on speaker phone. 

"Hey Andrew. Do you hear that? Do you hear the moans of your hot little wife as she sucks my cock?"

"You fucking bastard!" Andrew nearly shouted.

"I can't believe she's never done this for you, Andy? She's quite good. 'Course she needed a bit of training on her technique, but she could go pro."

"Fucking shut your damn mouth!"

"Now, Andy? Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

"Anyway, Sheila wanted to tell you something. Tell him you love him, Sheila." Sheila tried to pull away from my cock, but I grabbed the back of her head and held my cock deep in her mouth. "Tell him!"

"Mmmmmph mmmph mmmph" She said, her words muffled entirely by the meat in her mouth. 

"That's nice, bitch. Now get back to work." Sheila went right back to sucking my cock, slurping and moaning. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was into it.

"I'm going to kill you, you know. Somehow you will pay for this."

"Now, Andy. Let's not make idle threats. Especially not when I'm in a position to take it out on your cock sucking wife. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to cum down your wife's throat." I hit the hang up button and grabbed Sheila's head with both hands. "Now this might be a bit uncomfortable."

I began shoving my cock down her throat, and pulling her head to me. I violently fucked her face, shoving all nine inches of my cock into her throat over and over again. "You're a hole, bitch. A hole for putting my cock in. A hole for filling with cum! Do you understand that, bitch?" I wasn't looking for a reply. I felt the cum building up within me and I fully intended to shoot it into her. She was crying, and trying to pull away, and gasping for air between thrusts, but I held her firmly and kept fucking her mouth. Finally, I started to cum, so I shoved my cock all the way in her throat and held it there as spurt after spurt shot straight into her. Halfway through cumming, I pulled out and came all over her face as she gasped for air and coughed up more cum on my hardwood floors. She didn't look up at me, but just sat there crying and gasping for air.

"You can talk now, Sheila." 

"You bastard!" she shouted and flung herself at me, arms flailing. I grabbed her wrists and held her down on top of my desk. 

"Calm down, bitch!" I ordered, and twisted one arm behind her back. Seeing her bent over my desk and in pain made me wish I hadn't just spent my wad in her mouth. But she calmed down quickly enough, when I put my other hand on the entrance to her pussy which was not even a tiny bit wet. I shoved a finger deep inside her. "You belong to me! Do you understand?"

"Please, stop! Please, don't!"

"Say it! Say that you belong to me!"

"Okay, just stop! I belong to you! Just let go!"

I let go and she stood up, glaring at me. "Why are you do this to us?"

"Honestly? Because I like the power. I like knowing I can do whatever I want to you and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Well, I did what you wanted. So now you'll leave Andy alone right?" This statement showed such a lack of understanding of the position she was in, that I couldn't help but smile evilly at her. She caught on fast though, "Oh God!"

"That's right, honey. You belong to me now. At least for the next three years until the statute of limitations runs." She started crying again. 

I looked at her naked body and realized that I might never get tired of training her. But if I got three years out of it, that would be pretty good as well. I just hoped she never started to like it. 

"Ok, Sheila, let's go over the ground rules. First, you never speak until I give you permission. Second, you never wipe my cum off your body unless I give you permission. Third, you will show up here promptly at 11 am every work day, and make sure Andrew knows you are here. Fourth, you will go home and throw away all of your pants. From now on you only wear skirts or dresses. Fifth, shave that pussy hair off. All of it. You will always have a bare pussy." Sheila's face showed that she was in absolute terror. 

"I – I can't do that? Every day?"

"Yes, you can Sheila. Or else that great blowjob you just gave me was all for nothing and you and Andrew can both think about it every day he is in prison." She looked at her feet, her hands crossed in front of her tits. "Oh, and rule number six, you will never hide those breast from me! And always make eye contact unless I tell you otherwise!"

Sheila put her hands down and slowly looked up at me. The shame on her face was priceless. 

"Now, for homework."

"Homework?"

"Yes, I have some assignments for you to accomplish before you come back here tomorrow. First, I want you to practice your blowjob technique. I expect your blowjobs to keep getting better. Use Andrew if you want to. Work on making eye contact while you suck. Also I want you to frequently stop sucking and thank me for letting you suck my cock. In fact, I want you to give a blowjob to Andrew tonight, and video tape it. At least ten times while sucking his cock, look up at him and say my name, thanking me for letting you suck my cock. I hope you will fantasize about me while you do it. You will swallow all of his cum. Bring the tape with you tomorrow."

"Oh god! Please, haven't I done enough?"

"Sheila, I will not tolerate any backtalk!"

"Now, I also want you to go and get both of your nipples pierced. I expect to see jewelry on those tits when you show up tomorrow."

"No way!" I stood up and slapped her hard across the face. Grabbing her I pulled her over my knee and began slapping her ass hard with my hand. "STOP!" 

"Be quiet! You want everyone in the office to know you are in here getting spanked? Go get those panties!" She scrambled off my lap and to the door where her boring cotton panties were. Rubbing her sore ass she brought them back to me. "Now, bend over my knee again." She complied right away, crying again. I took the panties from her and shoved them in her mouth. Then I began spanking her ass again as she screamed into her panties, making barely a sound. When her ass was bright red I stopped. "You do NOT say no to me. When you do not obey me, you will be punished. Do you understand?" She nodded vigorously. "Now get up!"

I found that spanking her ass gave me new energy and my cock was hardening again. "Get down here and suck me off again!" Sheila obeyed immediately, taking my still soft cock in her mouth and sucking it as it hardened. When it was hard she did her best to take all of it into her throat, but I wasn't interested in another blowjob. I pulled out of her mouth, and told her stand up and bend over the desk. She obeyed but slowly.




The Training of Sheila



"Please, don't rape me," she pleaded softly. But that was exactly what I intended to do. I put my cock against the opening of her pussy and moved the head around, stimulating her clit. "Oh god, no." 

"You belong to me, slut!" I said and shoved all nine inches inside her cunt. She started to scream, so I grabbed the panties and shoved them back into her mouth. "You like that cock, slut!" She nodded as I pounded her pussy harder than I'm sure she had ever been fucked before. Over and over again I put my cock inside her. She was so tight, I wondered if she had had sex more than a dozen times in her whole life. Reaching up I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard while I rode her cunt. Tears were streaming down her face and she grimaced with each of my hard thrusts, but it only heightened the pleasure for me. Slowly I began to feel the cum build up inside me. I think she noticed too, because suddenly she spit out the panties. 

"Don't cum inside me, I'm not on the pill!" The idea that I might impregnate this whore only made me want to cum more. I kept going.

"I will cum where I want to and when I want to." My cock was a blur as it moved in and out of her now juicy twat. "Rule number eight, no birth control with me." With that I shoved my cock deep inside her and filled her with cum. At that moment I hoped she was getting pregnant.

Finally spent, I pulled out of her and told her to get out of my office. It was truly the best sexual experience of my life, and I suspected each new session with Sheila was only going to get better and better.



The Training of Sissy Paula



The Training of sissy slave Paula... 

Hello everyone I would love to share a story with you. 

I had just recently told a slave to leave me and never come back. 

He was not up to my standards, so I no longer had any use in him being my slave. 

There for I began a search for one that would be obedient and serve all my desires and needs. 

It began with me placing an ad over the internet. 

My ad went like this:

Dominant female iso a very submissive and obedient sex slave. 

You must be willing to try new things, otherwise do not waste my time. 

Age 38 white female 5'2" 271 pounds, brown eyes, long Brown hair that goes midway down my back. 

If you are a true submissive that will do as told then reply at once on your knees. 

I received many replies, yet they were not convincing enough, one day I receive a very well written reply from a male named John Paul. 

He went on and on about how he would serve me in anyway I desired and not ask questions, or disobey any commands. 

Here is what I wrote to him

Hello Joanna Paula. 

This will be your slave name if you become my submissive pet. 

Here is what I want you to do for today. 

First go out and buy 3 bottles of nair, 2 large cucumbers, a couple of pair of pink panties, and a large jar of Vaseline. 

After this is done, give me a call at the following # (Number withheld for discretion)

A few hours later I receive a phone call from Joanna. 

Hello Mistress Carolyn, I have done all the things requested. 

Good you will now come to my home, here is the address (address withheld)

Once inside you will get on your knees and await my command. 

Yes Mistress Carolyn as You wish. 

Hurry up now Paula. 

The door bell rang and it was my new pet at the front door waiting with his bag of items he will wish he had not purchased. 

Come in slave. 

As you wish Mistress Carolyn. 

Good slave your doing good, now lets see what is in the bag. 

All the. No words slave, not until I say to speak. 

Good You got everything. 

stand and strip naked. 

He got up and was naked in no time. 

Good slave. 

First things first all that body hair has to go, I can't stand a slave with a hairy body and wearing my panties. 

Follow me slave. 

Yes. No words slave. 

raise your arms slave. 

After his arms were raised I put the cuffs on his wrist, hooked them to the chain hanging from the 

ceiling, then put a spreader bar on his ankles and secured the Velcro straps. 

O, K, Paula first we will use the nair on you, and while it is working I may do some other things to you. 

Yes. I said no words slave. I see now the inflatable penis gag is in order. 

My penis gag was near by on a night stand, soon it was in my slaves mouth. 

I begin pumping it up, slave this will help to train you to be quite and also how to deep throat, if I choose to allow you to suck cocks. 

Slave when it begins to feel your mouth up, wiggle your left index finger. 

He did as told and I gave it 3 more pumps then begin the hair removing process. 

The nair was applied thick to his cock and balls, on his asshole, with lots of attention. 

He sprung to attention as my hands rubbed the lotion on his hairy balls. 

If that erection stays like that till I remove the lotion I will not put you in a chastity belt. 

Now to get that body covered in this lotion so that I can proceed onto other things. 

Slave 3 grunts will indicate you want to stop, then I will releash you and send you on your way. 

I was serious with this too, I was not intended to get to harsh with him at the time, but he did not know that. 

After the nair had taken affect, I got a tube of warm water and washed all the nair away. 

He was so smooth like a baby, which I had planned to do some things in that area as well. 

Reaching into the bag I pulled out a cucumber inserted it into his virgin hole, and told him that since he did not stay erect he would be in a chastity belt for a week. 

I placed the belt on him, leaving the cucumber in his hole, Putting 3 locks on the belt. 

I releashed him, and told him to come back next week. 

He begged me to remove the cucumber, I told him no, I wanted him to be on a liquid diet for the week and the cucumber would help insure that he did as told are be in some pain. 

I sent him an e-mail the next day. 

slave paula;

today I have an assignment for you to carry out. 

Go to the mall. 

Here is what you will do. 

First print out the list below:

I am slave Paula and I need your help in getting some feminine items to wear for my Mistress Carolyn. 

please help me with the following item. 

bras. panties, a corset, a few slutty looking mini dresses, and some heels. 

Thanks for your help. 

Thank you for helping out my slave You are invited to come to my place and help with his training. 

Mistress Carolyn... 

Give me a call (phone number withheld)

Now slave do all this and after you return give me a ring. 

Mistress Carolyn. 

I got dressed and went to the mall after making a copy of the list. I was afraid of what would happen. 

However I wanted to serve her, and therefore I knew I had to do as she had requested. 

I went into the store and nervously handed the paper to a sales lady. 

She had a big smile as she read the note. 

Come with me Paula, I will help you out, by the way I am Rachael a friend of Carolyn's. 

She helped me try on a lot of things. 

First she had me slip into some black satin panties. 

the chastity belt made it a little difficult to put them on. 

i was fitted into a bra and pads were added. 

Then a red silk blouse was put on me, a black rubber mini was picked out, She helped me put on the garter belt and red stockings. 

then came the part I was dreading the 5 inch heels. 

After she had me dressed she told another girl to take over she had some were she had to carry me. 

i got many stares as we went out of the store down to a beauty shop. 

Hello Kris how are you today?

I am fine thanks Rachael. 

Who do we have here?

This is Paula, Carolyn's new slave. 

Give him the full treatment, and that long hair of his is not to be touched other than a treatment of blonde dye and clipping the dead ends. 

Sure Racheal, I will enjoy this very much. 

After 2 hours I looked in the mirror at a new me, I was so feminine looking, I could not believe what was staring back at me. 

Paula I just talked with Carolyn You are to go to her place now. 

Yes Racheal, I will do that. 

Mistress Racheal to you slave paula. 

Yes Mistress Racheal. 

I got in the car and headed to her place. 

A knock at my door who could it be?

Ah it is my pet, he, she looks so lovely now. 

Hello my pet, I have some things in store for you tonight. 

Get on your knees slave kiss my feet. 

Yes Mistress Carolyn was all he said before getting on his knees. 

Another knock at the door. 

I hope it is Tim. 

paula I have a surprise for you, you remember telling me about having fantasies of serving a man?

Yes Mistress Carolyn. 

There only fantasies I don't think I am ready to try them yet. 

Oh but my pet you are ready. 

Who would let someone do all this to them and not be a sissy that craves a hard man in his mouth?

Mistress Carolyn I only like the dressing I have never been with a man. 

Well that will change today. 

crawl to the door 

Yes Mistress. 

After opening the door I told paula to unzip his pants and kiss his manhood. 

paula looks at me with a please no Mistress look. 

Blackmail time came in to my thopughts. 

paula would you like that chastity belt to stay on for a month?

You want be able to remove it, it is the strongest material availible, nothing will cut it. 

(lying to slave)

Slowly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long thick member. 

This excited me, and I rubbed my swollen clit. 

Suck his penis slave, make him hard for me, I want to give you a cream pie later. 

Paula begin sucking his big muscle into his throat. 

Yes paula suck me make me hard for Carolyn, I want to give her a load of this sweet cum just for you. 

i sucked on his stiff member until he pulled out and went over to Mistress Carolyn. 

Here you go Honey I got a load just for you to share with your pet. 

Ummmmmm Tim ram it in me fill me up with that sweet load. 

Tim pushed in and out of Mistress Carolyn for about ten minutes. 

he moaned and soon he had his spent member up to my lips. 

Clean it off slave. 

i licked the tip of his spent organ. 

Good slave now go to your Mistress. 

Yes sir. 

That is Master to You slave. 

Yes Master. 

Kneeling before my Mistress. 

Good slave now clean out your Mistresses wet honey pot and don't let any hit the carpet. 

i licked and sucked her until she was drained of her juices as well as Master Tims. 

To Be Continued...