Teen Female/Boy

The making of a Master

Purely a fantasy. Constructive criticism welcome!
Derek had always known his family was a bit different, but it didn’t bother him. Those families on tv, the moms always seemed to be yelling at the dads, or just nagging incessantly. He preferred his own mom any day. She wouldn’t dare talk back to his dad. She knew her place, and Derek often wondered why all women couldn’t be like that.
Derek was currently being homeschooled by a private teacher, because it was frowned upon in his old private school to pick a favorite girl and command her to be his slave. His father had pulled him out after the third grade teacher caught Derek soundly smacking his classmates bottom as she lay over his lap at recess, her skirt flipped up in the back, frilly princess panties on display for him. It had been her punishment for playing with another boy. It still made Derek shudder when he thought of how it had felt, her pelvis grinding into his thigh in time with his slaps as he listened to her sobs.
That day, Derek rushed through his schoolwork, earning a rare bit of praise from his teacher as he handed in the last assignment. “You are doing the work of a sixth grader, and you are still only nine. Your father should have pulled you out of that dreadful school years ago.” Derek nodded and forced a small smile, running slim fingers through his coal black hair.
“Thank you, sir. Can I go now?” Derek’s father had promised him a surprise for his grades being so consistent. The slender boy shifted his feet impatiently.
The teacher looked up sharply from putting books in his briefcase. “May you go. And yes. I will see you on Monday. Don’t forget to go over the chapter on the civil war for the test.”
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his own smaller briefcase, trying to keep from running out of the room. Young men don’t run about like children, he reminded himself.
When Derek had put his books in his room, he stepped into his closet and impatiently flicked through his suits, eager to get out of the school uniform his teacher insisted upon. He had outgrown some of the designer suits in the last year. He would have to remind his mother to donate them to charity. As he wandered through the huge closet, he noticed a small section off to the side that hadn’t been there before. It was full of dresses, and they looked too small to fit his mother. He shrugged and went back to his suits, too distracted to wonder about the dresses further. Derek chose a charcoal grey suit that was just a shade lighter than his stormy coloured eyes, and a burgundy and charcoal tie. When he was dressed properly, he made his way to his father’s office wing and knocked on his study door. “Father, it’s me.”
His father opened the door with a smile for his young protégé. He was holding the arm of a young girl, a few years older than Derek perhaps. The girl looked up shyly, her deep azure eyes meeting his before returning to the floor. Wow, she is stunning, Derek thought, taking her profile in eagerly. Shining honey coloured hair hung to her slim waist in waves, and she appeared properly demure as she murmured hello softly. The boy’s eyes were soon drawn to her chest, where she seemed to be still growing. Her breasts were only about an b cup, but pleasantly round and full, even so. She wore a short white summer dress that flared around her lithe thighs, even though it was still April and only moderately warm.
Derek’s father cleared his throat, pleased he had seemed to make a good choice. “Her name is Claire. She is 14 and completely pure.”
“Is she… for me?” Derek was hardly able to believe his good fortune.
His father nodded and places her hand in his son’s. “She is going to be living here. Why don’t you take her to your room and get better acquainted.”
Derek led Claire to his room, beginning to feel a little shy. He noticed she seemed quite short for 14, only standing a couple centimeters taller than him. When they were alone, he took her other hand and pulled her closer to face him. “I don’t want you to be afraid, Claire. My name is Derek, but you will call me Master. If you are a good girl and listen to Master, you will earn lovely treats.”
Claire nodded, beginning to lose the fearful look in her eye. “What kind of treats?”
“What kind of treats Master” He gently but firmly corrected her. “You must show me you are a very good girl to receive a treat”. Derek sat on his couch and flicked on his entertainment center. The enormous screen took up much of the wall. “Right now I need someone to play Xbox with.” Claire smiled and sat next to him, much closer than necessary, Derek noticed.
The two spent the rest of the evening cheerfully playing through some of Derek’s rather large video game collection. When Derek heard the bells chime for dinner, he quickly switched off the system. Claire looked up from the game in disappointment. “Come Claire, being late for dinner is not an option.”
She nodded and followed him to the dining room, smoothing her dress. The children joined the family for dinner as young maid bustled about serving them. Derek smiled at Claire, his fingers possessively stroking her smooth thigh under her dress. “Thank you, Father for Claire. She is perfect.”
“You are old enough now, and have proven yourself mature enough to be responsible for someone else.” The normally imposing man got a look of pride on his face as he looked upon his son. They said grace, and the rest of dinner was spent in silence, as Claire’s cheeks reddened deeply from Derek’s hand slipping higher up the inside of her thigh under the table.
After dinner Derek’s father told him to get ready for bed. Since it was Friday night, he was allowed to watch a movie movie before bed.
As Derek looked closer around his room, he saw a small dresser next to his, with socks, panties, and nightgowns for Claire, and personal products for her in his bathroom when he went to brush his teeth. He didn’t mind sharing his space. It was rather lonely growing up with no siblings, especially now that he wasn’t in school anymore. Derek removed his suit casually, tossing it casually into the hamper for the maid to take care of.
Claire stared wide-eyed at Derek as he rifled through his drawer in his boxers briefs, looking for his favorite pajamas. He turned to face her with an easy grin as he hopped on one foot, pulling his pajama pants up. “What’s wrong, Claire? You look nervous.” She blushed and shook her head. Derek walked up to the stiff girl, stopping close in front of her, his bare chest nearly touching her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” she managed in a squeak as the brazen boy smiled cockily and leaned closer.
“Kiss me.” His mouth was just an inch away from hers as he waited for her reaction. This will be her first test, Derek thought as he faced her calmly.
Claire leaned forward the the remaining inch and met Derek’s lips. She brushed her lips against his mouth for the barest of moments before drawing away. Derek raised an eyebrow, letting his disapproval be known.
Claire moved forward again and held her lips against his. This time he felt them, still and warm. Derek shook his head inwardly and clasped the back of her head. He pressed his mouth to hers forcefully, stepping closer and causing her to back up against the wall. He held her hair tightly with one hand as he forced her lips open. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his lean body pushed into hers, pinning her to the wall. Momentarily satisfied, Derek stepped back, enjoying the dazed look on Claire’s face.
“Your nightclothes are in the bottom drawer. Go get dressed and brush your teeth” He pulled on his pajama top and chose a movie on cable before dimming the lights and sliding between his sheets in his king size bed. Claire disappeared into the bathroom with a nightgown. Derek sat back against his pillows and idly stroked his cock through his pajama bottoms as he half watched the movie. He was thinking about Claire. He had only known her a few hours, and he already liked her more than that willful girl at his old school. He decided that Claire was only his, no one else should touch her or talk to her, not even his father.
As Claire re-entered the room, Derek smiled and gestured her closer. “Come, my little flower. Keep Master warm.” Claire shyly obeyed, moving in close under the covers. Derek wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer, wanting to feel her body tight against his. Claire leaned her head on his shoulder and laid one arm across his chest. The two cuddled in silence for a bit, Derek stroking her lower back and flipping between movies with his free hand. He settled on a soft-core porn, looking to see how Claire would react. She stared wide-eyed at the lesbians on the screen, then quickly looked away.
Derek felt his cock getting hard as he watched Claire blushing and averting her eyes. He reached down and pulled her thigh over his hips. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. “You do that to me.” Claire let out a tiny moan as she felt his hardness poke her inner thigh.
Derek rubbed her panty-clad bottom slowly under her short nightgown, savoring the feel of her tight little body. Her hips moved in time with his firm strokes, rocking against the side of his body.
“God Claire, you’re killing me” Derek groaned, sitting up on his knees. His cock sprang up proud and true, straining against his pajama bottoms with its full 5 inches.
Claire stared at the formidable bulge, biting her lip. “Master, I like you a lot. I wanted to tell you.”
“I like you too, pet.” Derek leaned over the older girl and kissed her suddenly, swinging one knee over to the other side of her as he firmly held down her shoulders. He slid one hand under her nightgown to capture one round little tit, massaging it roughly. Claire moaned and writhed beneath the boy’s ministrations, gasping as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking it recklessly. He pulled her nightgown up over her head and took one plump pink nipple between his teeth, making her squeal as he bit before sucking in as much of her tit as he could fit in his mouth. He switched to her other nipple and continued until they were both red and raw.
Derek yanked off her panties with one hand as he kissed hungrily down her waist to his prize. He took a moment to admire it. Claire crossed her legs, but Derek gave her ass a sound smack then pulled her knees apart. Her pussy glistened smoothly as he stared. She must have shaved for him. The teenagers he saw on the internet usually had a little hair on their pussies. “Your mom waxed me. Your dad said I had to be ready…” Derek nodded appreciatively, then moved in for a lick. He had always wanted to see what one tasted like. His tongue parted her lips, gliding up to the clit. Claire shrieked and jerked her hips, causing Derek to grab her thighs and hold them down as he slid his tongue inside, poking it in deep before kissing her hard little clit. Claire’s body went stiff as he sucked her jewel between his teeth. “Not yet, love.” Derek sat up and wiped his mouth. “You must ask permission to cum.”
“Yes Master…” Claire lay back breathing hard, her legs twitching. Derek stood on his bed, bouncing on it a little. “Take off my pants, little one. Boxers too.” Claire sat up obediently and slid them both down. His cock, happy to be free, popped up past its confines, narrowly missing slapping her in the face. It was a healthy virile tan shade, and had a fat tip, actually quite a pretty cock. Derek noticed she seemed a lot more eager now. She even tried to take it in her mouth, but Derek held her head away. “Beg for it.”
Claire licked her dry lips. “Please Master…” Derek moved his hand to the back of her head, grasping a handful of her hair and pushing her pretty face onto his cock. Claire choked as he shoved it all the way in, gazing at the beautiful image in front of him. He thrust it in a few more times, enjoying watching her gag.
“That’s enough.” Derek pulled the choking girl by the hair off of his cock, a trail of spit hanging from his throbbing head to her trembling lips. He got to his knees and laid her down, kissing her lips gently before holding himself up between her legs. Claire gazed up adoringly at him and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
Derek smiled down at her as he rubbed his fat head up and down along her soaking slit. “M-Master!” Claire moaned loudly as she thrust her hips toward his. He suddenly plunged in, wincing as he felt his cock break through her thin barrier. Claire cried out sharply, so Derek held himself in as he stroked her hair for a minute. When he decided she was ready he slid out, then stroked back in quickly, as deeply as his pre-teen cock could manage. Claire’s moans grew in pitch as Derek pumped more quickly, feeling her hot little pussy squeezing his cock like a vice grip. His cock had a slight upward curve, just the right angle to stroke the quivering girl’s g-spot over and over. Derek leaned close to her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth and tugging sharply as he slammed her little pussy like a jackhammer. “Cum now, girl.”
“Yes Master!” Claire shrieked her pleasure as her pussy’s hot walls spasmed tightly around his cock. The incredible sensation made his cock throb hotly as his own cum gushed through it, squirting thickly into her teenage womb. Derek had only been able to make himself cum a handful of times, and it had never been like this. He grunted and gave one final hard thrust.
Derek pulled out slowly, his now ultra sensitive cock twitching as he lay beside his Claire and pulled her against him, both kids gasping for breath. “Sleep now, love.” Derek switched off the long forgotten tv and allowed her to curl her form against his prone one before drifting into a satisfied sleep.

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Peter Pan’s Sexual Adventures – Part 1

This is part one of a several part series involving the fictional character Peter Pan. These obviously contain underage sexual acts, so if this offends you, please do not read this series. In this series, Peter is 15 years old, and is beginning to discover himself as a unaging boy, who is forever becoming a man.
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Neverland has always been the home to many different types of humans and creatures from pirates to indians and mermaids to fairies. This mystical island holds many different secrets that can only bewilder those who have never experienced them first-hand. However, out of all of the riddles this island beholds, one is more majestic then them all: the fact that anyone who is on this island will never grow older. Which leads us to the beginning of our story.
Deep within the forests of Neverland, there is a group of boys who are called the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys live in their fort that is built into a large tree, and the location is secret to all except the fairies and the boys themselves. The most magnificent of these boys is their leader, Peter Pan. Peter, if you asked him, would tell you that he was more special then any other boy in the universe. And he would be partially correct.
Peter is a 15 year old boy, who like everyone else, will not grow up. Even though he has the ability to leave Neverland, he chooses to live as a boy forever. He spends his time on the island fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and flying amongst the fairies. Peter absolutely loves his life. But he is soon going to learn to love his life even more.
Late one night, Peter couldn’t sleep so he decided to fly around the island for a little while. While he was flying around the bay, he heard the mermaids giggling and splashing in the water and flew down to see what game they were playing. As he got closer to the water, he noticed that the three mermaids that were splashing around had all taken their tops off. Now Peter wasn’t completely oblivious to the differences between boys and girls, however he never learned the purpose for these differences.
Knowing he shouldn’t be watching the mermaids like this, he flew down behind one of the large rocks that was just off the shore. Slowly Peter poked his head around the rock, and became amazed at the sight he was seeing. For the first time in his life, he got to see bare breasts. Better yet, he was seeing three pairs of them. Taking in the moment, Peter just hovered behind this rock, and stared.
The three mermaids at first were just splashing around, swimming around each other, and jumping out of the water, all the while laughing. The one mermaid Peter was watching most intently was the mermaid who kept jumping up on the rock underneath the waterfall and sitting underneath the falling water. She was thin, as they all were, and had whitish-blonde hair. Her tail was grayish-blue, and it sparkled in the moonlight. But the real reason Peter was so intent on watching this mermaid, was that she had the largest breasts of the three. They were much bigger then what he would be able to hold in his hands, but held firm against her body. He didn’t know why, but he had a strong desire to go and hold them in his hands.
As he was staring at this blonde mermaid, Peter almost forgot that there were two equally beautiful mermaids swimming in the water still. As he looked back down at the two in the water, he saw that they were doing something he had never seen done before. The two mermaids were holding each other in the water, and putting their lips together. Immediately Peter felt a stir in the lower part of his tunic. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but he still did not know what to do with it. He just knew that when his penis grew to its longest length, it was longer then the distance between his wrist and the tip of his middle finger, and he could barely fit his whole hand around it. He knew his was bigger then most others because him and the other Lost Boys had compared each others.
The two mermaids, which Peter was fixated on, started holding each other tighter and tighter, and even started sticking their tongues into each other’s mouths. The one mermaid had slightly pale skin with bright red hair, while the other had a darker shade of skin with pitch black hair. Both of their breasts, which were currently smashed together at the nipples, were about the same size; smaller then the blonde’s but still good sized. After a few minutes of them devouring each other’s mouths, the black haired mermaid took one of the red haired mermaids breasts into her mouth and began sucking on it, while massaging the other one. The red haired mermaid then began to moan and scream. Peter became worried and was about to go see if she was okay, but before he did the red haired mermaid groaned, “Keep going!”
Realizing she was fine, Peter continued to watch from behind the rock he was hovering by. He still had an almost uncontrolable urge to fly over and get in between the two of them, and try it on his own, but he resisted and continued to think about the warm feeling he was having. After a little while longer of this, the blonde mermaid jumped from her rock and swam to join the other two. What Peter saw next really made a fuzzy feeling run through his entire body. All three of the mermaids stuck their tongues out and touched their tips together in the center. Seeing this made Peter uncontrollably, and unaudibly, moan, causing him to cover his own mouth. He didn’t know what came over him.
Then he watched as the three mermaids began to start putting their lips and tongues together again, while the third would lick and suck on the nipples of both mermaids. The three kept switching roles until finally, both the black and red haired mermaids each took one of the blonde’s breasts into their mouths. Jealousy quickly swept over Peter, but he just watched in awe. The blonde mermaid just dropped her head back and let out audible moans and gasps, with the occasional scream. Peter didn’t know how long this would last; all he knew was that he never wanted it to end.
Just when he was getting more comfortable with his spying, he heard the blonde mermaid say something.
“Hey girls, I think we have a visitor.”
‘Oh know,’ Peter thought, he was caught. He quickly fully concealed himself behind the rock, not knowing if he should fly away, or face the mermaids. However, as fast as the fear had swept over him, it vanished when he heard another boy’s voice come from the edge of the forest.
“Good evening girls,” the boy said. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought a couple of friends with me tonight.”
As Peter remained concealed, he heard the mermaids giggle without a response, then start to swim somewhere. Slowly Peter looked out from behind the rock and saw four indian boys walking towards the rock that was underneath the waterfall. Before they reached the water, all four of them removed their clothes, then swam out and climbed onto the rock. Once they were all on the rock, they say with their legs out, and leaning slightly back being held up by their arms acting as stilts. The first thing Peter noticed was that all four of the boy’s penis’s were hard, just like his. This made him feel a little bit more comfortable, knowing what he was feeling was normal. He even felt a little cocky noticing that his was bigger then all of theirs.
The three mermaids then swam up to the rock and partially climbed onto the rock with the boys. What happened next made Peter once again have a shiver through his whole body. Each of the mermaids took one of the boys’ penises into her mouth, and started sucking on them just like they did with each other’s breasts. The blonde mermaid then reached up and grabbed the fourth boy’s penis in her hand while she sucked on the other boy. She started moving her hand up and down on the boy’s penis, and the boy moaned in approval. In fact, all the boys were in approval. And this gave Peter an idea. He thought to himself, if she can use her hand on his penis, why can’t Peter use his own hand?
Not waiting to watch the conclusion of the event unfolding, Peter quickly flew to a secluded opening in the forest. This opening was well known to Peter as he often would come to this very location to just get away for awhile. He even had a hammock set up between two trees. Once he landed on the ground, he wasted no time getting undressed. He quickly removed his tunic and his sword, then jumpled and flew over and landed himself into the hammock naked.
Even though he had quickly gotten undressed and into the hammock, now that he was there, he felt awkward grabbing himself down there. Finally when he worked himself up to grab his member, he extremely embarrassed for himself. However, all that embarassment went away when he started moving his hand up and down on his penis, and he learned how great it felt. He had a slight, but growing, tingly feeling working its way throughout his body. As this feeling got stronger, he started to stroke faster, and it started to get so pleasurable that Peter had to close his eyes. After going for a short time, he abruptly stopped and open his eyes again. He had another idea.
If the mermaid could use her mouth on the other boy’s penis, why couldn’t he do the same for himself? Without hesitation, Peter tried bending down to suck his penis. However, the hammock restricted him, not allowing himself to bend the whole way down. He thought to himself how this was an easy fix, and then flew up and hovered about ten feet off of the ground. Then he tried it again while in the air.
This time he succeeded. Peter was able to wrap his mouth around his own member. He admitted to himself that this was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the feeling of him sucking and lick his penis made him quickly forget about the awkward position. He then started to do everything he could to make this moment he was in better. The feeling he had before was even stronger, so in turn Peter sucked harder, and even started using his hand on the base of his dick where his mouth couldn’t reach. But he then abruptly stopped again. Except this time he did it because he had the sudden urge to pee.
Not wanting to pee in his mouth, he lifted his head. Unknown to him, while he was sucking himself he floated higher in the air and was now about sixty feet off the ground. Not caring about his height, he continued to use his and to stroke his member hard and fast as the urge to pee became stronger and stronger. Then the feeling overtook him. Something from deep down inside of him had just erupted from the tip of his dick, as a wave of euphoria spread through every inch of his body causing him to violently shudder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he did know that never in his life had he felt something so amazing and pleasurable. This feeling lasted several more seconds as this eruption continued to spew white warm liquid over his hand and chest and some even onto his member. Finally, when the pleasure ended, he made his way back to the ground.
After landing, he was going to go and put his tunic back on, but as he did, he realized he had this messy liquid all over his body still. He decided he would clean himself off before rerobing. He quickly took off flying through the trees to an area of water away from the mermaids. He landed on the soft sandy shore, and then slowly walked into the chilly water. He got about knee deep, when he realized that the moon was bright and was showing every bit of his naked glory to the world. This made him smirk, as he was always proud of how he looked. He loved to be naked, and would often do things naked, as long as he was the only one around.
Peter then reached down and cupped some water in his hand to clean this messy stuff off his body. He started with his chest and wrists, before making his way to his new favorite body part. He spent a quality amount of time cleaning his dick. In fact, the quality time spent caused him to become just as hard as he was before. Knowing that becoming hard again would allow him to have another session with himself, he smiled and was ready to quickly fly back to his hammock and do it all again.
As he made his way to the shore, standing at full attention, he heard someone to his left gasp.
“Why are you naked Peter?”
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I hope you enjoyed the story. This was my first story and am looking for any criticism. Also, I would like to know who you think the person at the end should be. Your choices are: Tiger Lily, the blonde mermaid, Tinkerbell, or one of the Lost Boy’s.

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Home Schooling

As I pulled into the driveway of our home in the foothills of California’s Sierra Madres, I could see that something was going on. The sun had dipped behind the hills, and the last vestiges of soft summer twilight were just enough to reveal my wife standing at the side of our house, peering into the window of my youngest daughter’s bedroom. Yep, something going on alright!
We live in the country on 36 acres, in a large comfortable home set back off the road far enough to ensure privacy. Our nearest neighbors are almost two miles down the road. We love the freedom of being able to do whatever we want, whenever we want, far away from the nosiness of others.
My wife, Dianna, is a lovely thirty-five year old mother of three. She is tall, leggy and lean, with naturally auburn hair and small, firm breasts, capped with the most lovely pink nipples I’ve ever seen. People are often surprised that she has borne children at all, let alone three. But Dianna has spent ample time at the gym making sure that her body is in peak condition.
Our children, Cindy, age 14, Rob, age 12 and Mindy, age 11 are typical California adolescents. They play soccer in the local city league and have many friends in their age group around the small town near our home, but they are home-schooled. Dianna has a degree in elementary education and is a fabulous teacher. All three kids have immense IQ’s and are working well beyond their grade levels. I suspected that what was going on tonight was another “lab” session for the sex education portion of their curriculum.
Dianna and I have always been very liberated sexually. We met in college and knew immediately that we were made for each other. We explored sexuality like the most intrepid of pioneers: every position in the Kama Sutra, oral, anal, spanking, other boys and girls, groups, even Dianna’s Pomeranian, with a long tongue that drove her crazy with lust. There was nothing pleasurable that was off-limits. We took that same openness into our marriage and bought our country home early on to facilitate our freedom of sexual lifestyle.
Our children have regularly seen both my wife and me naked, not only when they were little, but to this day. They each are comfortable with their own bodies and think nothing of being naked in front of Dianna and me or each other. We have encouraged them to masturbate whenever and wherever they wish within the confines of our home, whenever no guests are present, and to engage in examining each other, “playing doctor”. There is no guilt or shame of any kind in their sexual play. They also are totally aware of the judgments of others and are committed to keeping our lifestyle choices private, within the confines of our family. They are extremely loyal to us as their parents and to each other.
Now that they are adolescents, Dianna has been teaching them the details of sexuality, not only functionally and technically, but in all of the ways that men and women can pleasure themselves and each other. They are given “homework”, which consists of reading, watching videos and conducting “lab experiments” where they practice the things they are learning from the books and DVDs. They have also watched Dianna and me make love to each other in almost every way imaginable. All three become extremely aroused as they watch us. They masturbate themselves and sometimes each other. Dianna especially enjoys it when she looks over and sees our daughters fondling and rubbing themselves and each other. I like to watch my daughters rubbing my son’s penis until he squirts.
When Dianna gives the kids a lab assignment in sexual education, she usually does not join them, allowing them the space to act and react freely, but she frequently acts as an outside observer and watches through the windows. In class the next day, she will critique and instruct regarding her observations.
As I got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk at the side of the house, I could see that Dianna was dressed, as usual in brief cutoff jeans and a blouse with no bra, which was usually tied above her midriff, but tonight was unbuttoned. Her feet were bare. She was, as yet, oblivious to my presence, her attention fully focused on what was going on in my daughter’s bedroom. I could see that she was fondling her bare breasts with one hand. The other was busy inside the front of her jeans.
As I approached from behind, I put my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She jumped slightly in reaction to my unexpected and sudden appearance, but immediately relaxed into my embrace, resting the back of her head on my shoulder.
“Homework?” I asked softly.
“Oral sex lab,” she responded. “I think they’re getting the hang of it!”
She moved my hands from her waist up to her soft breasts. It was a warm night, and I could feel a light sheen of perspiration as I cupped her titties in my hands. My thumbs grazed her nipples, which were already as hard as two little pebbles. As I fondled her, she pushed her right hand into the front of her cutoffs again and started playing with herself, producing a wet, squishy sound. Her left hand reached back to fondle my cock, which was already erect.
My dick got even harder as my gaze was drawn to the window and saw what was occurring in the bedroom. My son was sprawled, naked, on Mindy’s bed. My youngest daughter’s pink tongue was licking in circles around the head of Rob’s penis. She was also completely naked and was up on the bed with him on her knees, bent forward to lick him. Her legs were spread apart and her hairless, pink pussy and anus were in full view. Her breasts, just starting to develop, featured pale pink nipples, which were now slightly distended. Our 14-year old, Cindy, was also there, still dressed in shorts and a halter top. She was standing by the bed giving instructions to her sister. Through the partially open window, we could hear every word:
“Lick the sides like an ice cream cone.” “Lick the very tip of it real slow.” “Put just the tip of it in your mouth and lick circles around it.” “Put as much of it in your mouth as you can.” “Move your mouth up and down on it.” “Lick his little nuts for him.” “Put one of his balls in your mouth and suck on it really easy.”
Mindy followed each instruction to the letter. Watching my son getting a blow job as I fondled my wife’s little titties and she stroked my cock was so tremendously erotic! Suddenly my wife stiffened and her body began to tremble as she had an orgasm. I knew that would only be the first of many this evening, and as if to confirm this, Dianna’s hand continued moving beneath her cutoffs and quickly triggered a second climax..
As we continued to watch, Dianna stopped rubbing herself and removed her blouse and cutoffs. I undressed as well, and we returned to our original position with me standing behind her. She resumed her fondling of my now naked penis and I played with her breasts with one hand, while the other took over rubbing her wet pussy, which she keeps shaved as bald and soft as our daughter Mindy’s is naturally. We continued to play and watch for about a half hour.
As we watched, I became aware that a rather mean game was being played in the bedroom. Cindy issued instructions to Mindy, who did exactly as she was told. Mindy was now sliding her hand up and down the lower part of Rob’s shaft at the same time she was moving her mouth up and down the top half. Rob was obviously ready to come, his hips moving, fucking his little sister’s hand and mouth, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in ecstasy. But his climax was not to be.
“Stop!” Cindy exclaimed. Mindy, ever the good little student, complied immediately. Rob’s hips continued to gyrate, but his sister’s hand and mouth were suddenly gone.
“Why did you stop, Mindy? I was just about to pop,” Rob groaned.
“Cause Cindy said so,” my youngest replied.
“Aw, c’mon, give me a break, finish me up,” Rob pleaded.
“Not till you agree to do all of our chores for a week,” Cindy demanded.
“No way!” Rob protested. “C’mon, Mindy, PLEASE!!!
“Go ahead and do what you were doing,” Cindy ordered smugly.
Mindy’s hand and mouth resumed their erotic task and Rob quickly built toward his orgasm again, only to have his older sister call a halt just at the critical moment.
Rob protested loudly again and Cindy responded, “I told you before that if you want what you want, you have to give us what we want…chores for a week!”
“OK, OK, I’ll do your chores! Just let Mindy finish me off now!”
“Tell ya what, little brother,” Cindy said, now firmly in control, “do our chores for TWO weeks and I’ll let you come right in Mindy’s mouth, right on her little pink tongue.”
“OK, OK, whatever!” Rob agreed, “I just want to come!”
Outside, Dianna murmured, “Our daughter can be such a little bitch! I think she needs and deserves a good lesson about not using sex to tease and extort!”
“I agree,” I said and we both headed inside where we put a prompt halt to the proceedings. Mindy and Rob both sat up on the bed, surprised to see us there.
Cindy, equally taken aback, stepped away from the bed to the corner of the room.
Dianna said to Cindy, “You know, Cindy, sex is a wonderful thing and can produce much pleasure, intimacy and love, but it also is extremely powerful. It is vital that you learn never to misuse it to mistreat or extort or blackmail anyone! We have decided to teach you a lesson you will not forget.”
She turned to Mindy, “And you, young lady, need a lesson too! You willingly participated with your sister in trying to get Rob to do your chores. So what I’ve decided to do, if your father agrees, is to let Rob administer your punishment, since he is the one you both mistreated. Your father and I will supervise, but Rob will deal with you.”
Dianna looked at me questioningly and I nodded my agreement.
Now my wife addressed our son, “Rob, what do you think we should do with these two mean sisters of yours?”
“Well, I guess they could do MY chores for two weeks,” Rob responded with a grin.
“Good!” Dianna exclaimed, but I think that lets them off too easily! Do you mind if I make some suggestions?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Rob agreed readily.
Dianna turned back to our two daughters. “Well, Mindy is all ready for what’s next,” she said, “but you need to get those clothes off right now, Cindy!”
Somewhat abashed, Cindy complied and began to remove her clothing until she was fully undressed, as were the rest of the family. I sat down on a chair in the corner to observe as Dianna began to direct the children.
“You two girls get right up here on your knees on the foot of the bed facing toward the head. That’s right. Now just keep your butts up in the air and rest your head and your boobies on the bed. Good! Do you need pillows for your heads?”
Now the girls were arranged so that sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed, I could see my daughters’ charms laid open and bare before me. Cindy, the oldest, is a bit darker-complected than Mindy, taking more after me than Dianna. She has perky breasts with darker colored areolas, and her pussy is a gorgeous coral color, framed by a sprinkling of brunette fuzz. Her bottom hole is the same rich color as her puss.
“OK, Rob,” my wife began, “I think we should start with an inspection of the premises! Why don’t you give Cindy’s pussy a little tickle and I’ll do Mindy’s.”
Rob grinned and immediately pulled the lips of his big sister’s pussy apart and began to gaze intently at it. Even with all the playing they had done, he had never had Cindy in as vulnerable a position or as exposed to his view as she was now. Cindy looked back between her legs as her brother spread her open wide and I could see that her face was crimson, whether with desire or embarrassment I couldn’t tell. But her sweet little muffin DID tell the tale as a drop of clear liquid oozed slowly out of her open hole and ran down the lips of her pussy toward her clit.
Rob captured the moist, tiny jewel on the fingertip of one hand and began to gently rub it up and down the slit of his sister’s pussy. This produced a quiet moan from Cindy almost immediately. The moist fingertip lost no time in contacting Cindy’s clit and rubbing in circles, as he had been taught in class. The increasing wetness dripping from her pussy was evident, and Rob inserted the middle finger of his other hand into the hole and began moving it in and out as he continued to manipulate her clit.
Dianna, who was busily delving into Mindy’s wet puss, looked over and said, “Don’t make her come yet! She doesn’t deserve it! In fact, watch me!”
My wife scooped some wetness from Mindy’s pussy with her finger and spread it on Mindy’s asshole. Then she rubbed the exposed anus with her fingertip and then pressed her index finger into her daughter’s asshole and began to fingerfuck her ass. Mindy yelped at the first intrusion, but then allowed her mother to continue her digital invasion at will.
On the other side of the bed, my son, who is a quick learner, had his finger deep in his older sister’s asshole and seemed to be making circles with his finger inside her rectum. Cindy appeared to be enjoying the process immensely, if the juice seeping from her pussy was any indication.
After several minutes, my wife suggested that she and Rob trade places and she moved over to insert her middle finger up her eldest daughter’s bottom, while our son began his fingering of Mindy’s upturned, pink little asshole.
After several more minutes passed, with only the slurpy sounds of fingers moving in wet assholes, Dianna moved on the next portion of the lesson.
“Do you remember, Rob, when I was mean to your dad one time, we let you kids watch while we played slap and tickle, so I’d remember to be nicer?”
“Ummm, it would be pretty hard to forget that, Mom!” Rob exclaimed.
“Well, I think your sisters both need the same lesson…and I think they should do each other while we tell them what to do!”
“OK, works for me,” Rob said, feigning indifference. I could tell he was thinking Oh, Boy!
“OK, Mindy,” Dianna ordered. “You stay right where you are, and Cindy, you get up. You’re going to be the first giver. Your sister will be the receiver. Remember, you’ll change places later!”
“Fingers or tongues, Rob?” I remembered that I had used my tongue on Dianna as the kids had watched.
“Tongues,” Rob decided.
“OK, tell your sister what she must do,” Dianna directed.
“Lick her asshole, Cindy!” Rob ordered. For a moment, I wasn’t sure my daughter was going to comply, but then she sighed and knelt behind Mindy on the bed, he knees between Mindy’s legs, lowered her mouth to Mindy’s bottom and began to lap at her little sister’s anus. Rob and I began to rub our penises as we watched, and Dianna’s hand was, once again, busy between her own legs.
Rob issued another instruction: “Put your tongue as far up inside her bottom as it will go.”
No hesitation this time. Cindy, who was already running her tongue around the outside of Mindy’s asshole, pressed her tongue inside and began to tongue fuck her sister.” Mindy was moaning with pleasure, and her sweet young pussy was drenched with moisture.
Suddenly Rob said, “Hold it!” Cindy immediately did as she was told.
“Ten swats, five on each cheek!” Rob ordered and Cindy obediently administered five stinging slaps to each of Mindy’s cheeks, bringing oohs, aahs and ouches from her.
“Tickle! Your tongue in her pussy this time. Suck her clit!”
Cindy was into the game completely now. She kissed and sucked Mindy’s pussy and licked her clitoris until Mindy was moaning out loud.
“Stop! Ten more swats! Make her butt red!”
Cindy slapped her sister’s bare bottom vigorously, and indeed, it did produce some redness and a few tears as well.
“Tickle! Pussy and asshole now.”
Cindy began to lave her sister’s entire crotch…the insides of her thighs, gently on the lips of her pussy and then up inside the wet, pink hole. Then working up to her bottom, licking each cheek, licking up and down her crack, kissing and licking and rimming her anus and then another intense session of fucking Mindy’s asshole with her tongue. Finally she worked her way back down to her sister’s clit and sucked on it until Mindy was beside herself and about to come.
“Stop! Ten more spanks. Go slow and they better be good ones!”
Cindy spanked her sister with abandon now. The sounds of palm against bottom flesh and squeals and cries filled the room. Finally Mindy’s ordeal was over.
Now it was Cindy’s turn.
“Trade places,” Dianna ordered, and now Cindy was bottoms up on the bed.
“Cindy is older, and actually the responsible one in this case,” Dianna said to Rob, so I think her punishment should be a bit more.
Cindy’s slap and tickle session began, as Mindy, who had wiped the tears from her eyes, now seemed anxious to pay her big sister back.
Rob made Mindy eat her sister’s ass, and told her to tickle the soles of Cindy’s feet at the same time, which we all knew drove Cindy absolutely wild. Dianna and I had to climb on the bed to hold Cindy down in place as Mindy tongue fucked her asshole and tickled the soles of her feet unmercifully.
“Wait!” Rob commanded.
Mindy, go get your ruler out of your room real quick. Mindy ran down the hall and was back in a flash with her one foot ruler.
“Ten on each cheek with the ruler,” Rob ordered.
With great relish, Mindy paddled her big sister’s naked rear end with the ruler.” Cindy screeched and carried on like she was being killed, but obviously no damage was actually being incurred.
Next it was tongue and fingers in Cindy’s pussy, then 20 more swats with the ruler, which Cindy protested loudly and Mindy obviously relished. Then a clit sucking episode with a finger up Cindy’s bottom and more tickling the soles of the feet. Finally 20 more swats with the ruler, which produced protestations and tears, and amazingly, a copious flood of fluid from Cindy’s puss.
“Now, did you girls learn our lessons?” Dianna inquired.
“Yes,” they chorused. “We’re sorry!”
“Would you like to have orgasms now?” my wife queried.
“Yeah, I would,” Cindy replied. “Me too,” her little sister echoed.
“OK, but first you will take care of your brother’s needs.
Under my wife’s instruction, my oldest daughter laid down with her head toward the foot of the bed. My son was arranged as the girls had been, on his knees, but with his head between Cindy’s legs in a 69 position. Mindy was told to stand at the foot of the bed behind her brother.
“Now, Cindy, since you so generously offered your brother the opportunity to come in Mindy’s mouth, YOU are going to suck on your little brother’s penis until he shoots his sperm into your mouth. When he does, you are to swallow every single drop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mom,” Cindy replied.
Mindy, you are to lick and suck on your brother’s testicles while your sister sucks him off, and you will also lick his bottom hole and put your tongue up inside it. Do you understand?
“OK, Mom,” Mindy answered meekly.
“Rob, you can just lay there and enjoy yourself, or you can play with and lick your sister’s pussy if you want to. Begin now!”
Cindy took Rob’s penis deep in her mouth and began to suck and lick him. Mindy immediately began to lick his anus and play with his balls at the same time. My wife came over to where I was sitting in the chair. Standing a bit to one side so as not to block my view of the scene being played out on the bed, Dianna bent over and inserted her middle finger of one hand into her asshole and began to move it in and out. With her other hand, she played with my cock while we watched our daughters pleasure our son. I reached over and played with her pussy and clit.
Rob had decided against the passive role and was licking Cindy’s clit as she sucked on him. Mindy now had both of Rob’s tight nuts in her mouth and was playing with her own pussy as she gently sucked her brother’s sack. After a few minutes she moved back to his anus and pushed her tongue up inside.
My wife had massive orgasms and I shot my sperm into the air and onto her hand as we watched my son have an orgasm in his sister’s sucking mouth. Per Dianna’s instructions, Cindy gulped and swallowed Rob’s cum until he was completely emptied out.
As the kids untangled, Dianna issued one more order. “You girls get to come now, but one at a time, and your brother’s cock will be up your bottom hole when you do. This was a first. They had all seen my wife and I engage in anal sex, but they had not done it with each other as far as I know.
“Mindy, get up on the bed on your hands and knees. Cindy, lick her asshole and get it nice and wet for your brother.”
Cindy licked and sucked on her sister’s ass and saliva got Mindy well lubricated.
After a few minutes of closely watching Cindy lick Mindy’s anus, my son’s slender cock had fully recovered from his orgasm and was hard again at the prospect of putting it in his little sister’s ass. Ah, to be so young again! It slipped inside Mindy easily, and he began to fuck her bottom. Mindy began to play with herself and panted and moaned.
“Cindy, play with her titties,” Rob said, and Cindy did so immediately.
A few minutes later, Mindy had an earth-shattering orgasm. Rob pushed his penis deep in her bottom as she came.
“Gosh, I can feel it grabbing my cock!” he exclaimed.
“OK,” Dianna said a few moments later, “change places.
Mindy got up and Cindy quickly took her place. Mindy licked and sucked Cindy’s asshole to get it ready for my son’s cock. When Rob had entered her, Mindy began to play with her sister’s boobies as Cindy reached back to rub her own swollen pussy. After a few minutes, Cindy began to moan and toss her head from side to side.
“Rob, go faster! Go faster Robbie! C’mon, fuck my little asshole fast and hard.
Rob’s penis pistoned in and out of Cindy’s bottom faster and faster. Mindy played with her big sister’s nipples, tugging on them, rolling them in her fingers and even flicking them back and forth. Cindy’s hand was a blur now as she rubbed her clit. Rob groaned and came, filling Cindy’s rectum with his hot sperm. Cindy screamed and then broke down and began to sob as her orgasm took her completely.
A few minutes later, the kids got up, kissed and hugged each other. Dianna made the girls promise that they would, in fact, do Rob’s chores for the next two weeks. Then all three headed for their showers and bed.
Dianna and I took a shower together and then made love slowly and gently one more time, before drifting off to sleep in one another’s arms, in love with each other, proud of our children and truly pleased with our lives.
Disclaimer: This story is strictly a work of fiction and fantasy from my somewhat crazy psyche, and is intended for adults ONLY! Any resemblance of my characters to anyone, dead or living, is purely coincidental and unintentional. I hope some of my readers will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If so, please let me know. If you did not enjoy it or if you were offended by it, please know that it is absolutely impossible to please everyone, and you should probably find other writers on this site more to your liking.
All the best
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