Krystal found herself saying that word as she heard two sets of footsteps outside the door growing louder. Yes, she would do anything to feel the power of climax again, especially that power augmented by the pains Mike was skilled at torturing her with.
“Oh my God, Krystal!”
Carla stood there, her hands to her face, her cheeks reddening as she stared wild-eyed at her daughter.
“What’ve you done to her?”
“We’ve been playing Monopoly!” Mike snapped back ironically. “Just doing the things you and I enjoyed some time ago.”
“Oh, my God. Let her go! Let her go!”
Instead, Mike took hold of Carla’s left arm, twisting it up so hard it took the woman’s breath away. She half-twisted around, a sharp scream erupting from her throat as she fell to the floor. Krystal looked on impassively, watching her mother’s face quickly become a blanced mask of agony. Mike threw his other arm around the woman, curling his fingers around the back of her blouse and tearing it from her body with her bra.
Carla screamed, beating her fists back, trying to wriggle and squirm away from his painful grip. Mike pounded one fist hard against the back of her head, stunning the woman while he finished tearing her clothes from her body. When Carla finally came to, she found herself naked on the floor, lying on her right side next to her daughter. Krystal had a strange smile on her face — a smile that seemed to persage laughter.
“Enjoying yourself, Mother? This is what you wanted for me all along, right?”
“No, oh no, I swear it, I… I didn’t think things would go this far.” Carla cried.
“Maybe not,” Krystal agreed. “But they have. And now Mike’s made a believer out of me.”
“Oh, oh!”
Carla shrank from her daughter, seeing the half-mad stare in her eyes. What had she done? What had she started when she had succumbed to Mike and thrown her own daughter into this place?
“We can talk about family problems later,” Mike said, grabbing hold of Carla’s wrists and pulled her ass over the uneven, cracked floor. She winced, struggling against him, trying to get back to her feet. He kicked her twice in the ribs, the toe of his boot knocking the wind from her. Krystal propped herself up, watching as her mother was chained to the opposite wall, a large iron band slipped around her throat and pinning her head hard against the wall. The girl had never really seen her mother naked — certainly not like this. She had to admit the woman looked attractive, nearly as attractive as Linda.
“And you, bitch, you’ll service your mother. Damn, I dig these mother/daughter scenes. Hot, real hot,” Mike said, pulling the straps loose from around Krystal’s ankles and grabbing hold of her feet. He dragged the girl across the room, instructing her to keep her head down. Krystal had long learned to obey. She did as she was told, saying nothing as he braced her legs against his body after puffing them up, attaching them to two black iron rings that dangled one foot away from Carla’s face. More pulleys! More ropes! Mike was turning a small wheel to Carla’s right side, jerking Krystal’s body up slowly until her pussy was even with Carla’s.
“See something you like, Carla? See a nice hot pussy there in front of you? Believe me, it’s steamy. I just got through fucking it. Come on, Carla, don’t you want to eat your daughter’s cunt while she eats yours? And you can taste my cum while you’re at it.”
“No! Oh, God, you’re sick!”
Mike pushed the teen hard against her mother’s face, forcing her cunt into Carla’s nose and mouth. The woman groaned into her daughter’s pussy, making Krystal moan with delight at the humming sensation rumbling through her pussy. She flicked out her tongue, licking the older woman’s cunt, trying to remember all the things Linda had done to her earlier. When she flicked her tongue up to her mother’s clit she could feel her pussy twitch. Against Carla’s wishes, her cunt was starting to come alive — and under her own daughter’s mouth!
“Ummmmm, that’s good, Mother! Oh, your pussy feels so warm and nice under my tongue!”
“You don’t know what you’re doing! Oh God, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Carla panted, feeling her mind going blank. It had been several days since she’d cum. And now, strung up like this, under Mike’s heavy stare, the woman felt herself growing warmer and more and more aroused under her daughter’s tonguing. He had taught her thing, things she could only guess at. But now Krystal was eating her out, flicking her tongue in and out of her cunt while chewing on her outer labes. And to her surprise, Carla found herself doing the same, sucking on Krystal’s pussy, licking her tongue around her hot fleshy pussy folds, tasting the juice mixed with cum. In another moment, the two women were cumming, climaxing together, mother and daughter writhing and bumping against one another while their tongues slipped deep inside one another’s convulsing cunts. It was a piece of forbidden heaven, a naughty pleasure both women reveled in now.
“Uhhhfhfhfhhhffff!”
“Nice show. Real nice. Now you can think about it for a while. I might keep both of you around just for sport,” Mike said, pulling Krystal from her mother, then sliding her ankles from the iron hoops. The girl fell to the floor with a thud, lying at her mother’s feet until Mike slipped both hands under her arms and dragged her back. Krystal moaned again as Carla strained against the metal band choking her. She watched as Mike freely pawed her, sticking his fingers up the girl’s cunt, her ass, pinching and eating her nipples, all in front of her mother.
Carla moaned, realizing what she had done in her own weakness. Now there was hell to pay — her own hell. Standing there, she watched as Mike fastened a rope around Krystal’s right wrist, then attached it to another suspended iron ring to her left. He pulled it manually over a pulley until the girl began to rise, her toes barely scraping the floor. In another moment, the teen was well above the concrete, her eyes reflecting pain — but something else as well. Next, Mike attached an anklet around Krystal’s right ankle and another around her left wrist. The big stud lifted and bent back his victim’s legs, attaching the two bands together with another rope. Krystal groaned, but kept back the tears as she hung from the one wrist, her body awkwardly contorted by the strange bonds.
“It’s a good time to think about what’s gonna go down from now on. I want your daughter here for a little while longer,” Mike told Carla. He rubbed the back of one hand over the girl’s pussy, drawing another moan of delight from the girl. “She’s a good pupil — does as well in classes as she does in here. You can visit her when you like — but you’ll have to join in.”
“I, I don’t…”
Carla hesitated, dropping her eyes as she stared at her helpless daughter.
“I’ll give you time to think about it. I’ll be back,” Mike said, nodding to the girl, the leaving the room discreetly.
“Krystal, we can bluff him! I can get you out of here and…”
“Mother, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here. He’s right,” Krystal said, moving her wrist about as little as she could to ease the weighty pain. “I like it here. I belong here… and so do you.”
The words shocked Carla into silence. She stood there, watching her daughter twist around in her bonds, thinking of what Krystal had said…
Belong here! Any other mother would have recoiled in horror. But Carla found herself thinking over the situation, then almost smiling as she thought of those “visits”. Mike was right. She would think it over — perhaps after he came back and showed her just what he had meant.
After all, it would be interesting visiting her daughter here at this school — certainly more exciting than any open house in a regular school. Discipline, Carla thought with a sigh. The world just needs more discipline.
THE END
CB-4274 EAGER LITTLE SISTER
FOREWORD
Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he or she is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment, those he often rebels against. Nowhere is t
Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beers. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.
Judy Stone’s story is that of a teenage girl growing up in her own way: breaking the moral code she has been taught, flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every new wanton experience. Indeed, Judy makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.
EAGER LITTLE SISTER, she is growing up, going over the threshold into young adulthood. She is learning to see her parents as people. This is the story of one teenager’s coming of age in our society.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Judy Stone stood on the second floor landing, looking down over the crowd of boys and girls as they ate lunch.
It was a lovely, warm spring day, and most of the students chose to eat outside in the student center. Somehow, Judy was not hungry, and her lunch remained in her locker. She had not been very hungry the past few days. Her mind had been and still was on other things, more exciting things.
Beneath her were two boys, two boys she had seen only a few days ago. She knew them, of course. One of them she knew very, very well. Their names were Robert Mason and Rick. Rick was Judy’s brother. He was only a year older than her, but always seemed to know so much more. Not that he was wise or anything like that. He just seemed to know the answers to things she didn’t.
Judy idolized Rick. She loved him deeply and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Fortunately, her brother never took advantage of her worship. That is, he didn’t in some derogatory manner. He had always treated her nicely, never arguing with her. And Judy was somewhat jealous of his popularity with girls.
She had always been jealous of him, wanting him to herself, but she knew that that could never be. She wondered about her feelings for him often, and she felt it could be wrong. But wrong or not, she could not deny her feelings. All she could do was conceal them.
Judy did not know Rick and Robert, his best friend, were underneath the stairs where she stood. And she was not really seeing the boys and girls below. Her eyes were open, but they held a vacant expression. It was what was in her mind that caused this vacant expression.
Not quite a week ago, after school was out, she had almost stumbled upon Robert and Rick as she walked past the dumpsters in the back of the school grounds. She had not seen them in the beginning, only heard voices. At first the voices made no sense to her, then a few words came loud and clear.
“…pussy,” she heard.
For a moment, startled, she didn’t under stand. The next word she heard caused her to gasp with full understanding. Fucking!
Judy stopped in her tracks. A warm flush spread over her face, a flush of embarrassment. She glanced about but saw no one. Wondering where the voice came from, she glanced at the trash receptacles. They were pulled perhaps three or four feet away from the wall of the building, and garbled whispers came from that direction.
Stepping closer, she strained her ears.
“Do you really like to touch me?” she heard a feminine voice say.
The reply was a simple grunt.
Curious, with a strange excitement bubbling inside her slender body, Judy moved close enough to peer around the edge of a container. Her breath caught, and she shoved a small fist to her mouth to choke back the startled gasp.
Leaning against the wall of the building was a girl she knew slightly. The girl was about her age, perhaps a few months younger. Her name was Susan. She was a very pretty little girl, with golden hair that was usually worn in twin ponytails. However, the girl had always seemed extremely shy with others. Right now, though, she wasn’t at all shy.
Susan was leaning against the building, holding her skirt about her waist. She was looking down, her hips arched forward with her weight braced by her shoulders. Her feet were perhaps a foot and a half apart. Judy noticed the expression on Susan’s face; it was one of intense excitement.
There were two pairs of hands feeling Susan’s golden, smooth thighs. Judy could not see who the hands belonged to. With choking amazement, Judy saw one of those hands pull the crotch of Susan’s panties to one side, and she stared, almost fascinated, at the almost hairless little pussy of the girl.
“See,” a boy’s voice came to Judy. “I told you she had hair on her pussy.”
Judy looked at Susan’s cunt, and then she saw the sparse hairs. They were so golden they were almost invisible.
“I bet your sister don’t have hair on her pussy,” the first voice said.
“Wanna bet?”
Judy’s breath sucked in and her eyes popped wide. The voice was very familiar to her, and she leaned farther to peer around the container.
It was her brother!
Judy’s first instinct had been to run, to get away before they caught her spying on them. But then the first boy — still out of Judy’s sight — said: “Touch her Susan won’t care if you feel it.”
Judy heard her brother ask: “Can I, Susan? Can, I touch it?”
“Sure,” Susan said, then giggled shyly. “I don’t mind.”
Judy watched her brother move a finger up and down the slightly puffy lips of Susan’s pussy. There was a sudden response between her own slim thighs, a tingling sort of feeling that made her want to touch herself there. She had experienced the same feeling before, but not so strong.
She gasped as her brother’s finger moved up and down the slit of Susan’s cunt. She heard Susan giggle childishly, and she also saw the perceptible movement of the girl’s hips.
“Let’s take her panties down,” Rick said, his voice strange to Judy. “Let’s take her panties down, Robert.”
Now Judy knew who the other boy was. Robert and Rick had been close friends for two or three years now, always together.
She watched them pull Susan’s panties down, letting them dangle at her spread knees. Susan continued to maintain her posture, her hips arched forward, sweet pussy fully exposed to the two boys. The tingling sensation between Judy’s thighs became very strong, and she pressed her legs together, but that only made it burn hotter than ever.
Susan giggled often, her eyes watching the boy’s hands as they touched her twat. Now and then she wiggled as if they were tickling her. Judy could almost feel their fingers between her own thighs.
“I want…” she heard Susan stammering with shyness in her voice. “Wanna feel better. I like it.”
“I know what you want, Susan,” Robert said, giving a low laugh. “You want me to do it or Rick?”
“Let Rick do it,” Susan said, her face turning crimson. “I want Rick to do it. You done it before, Robert.”
“What’s she talking about?” Rick asked.
“She wants you to stick your finger in her pussy,” Robert replied. “Go ahead… she likes a finger in there.”
“Are you sure?” Rick asked, doubtful. “She looks kinda little to me.”
“Aw, she likes it, Rick,” Robert urged. “I’ve had my finger up her pussy lots of times. Go on… put your finger in.”
Judy could hardly breathe. She was doing everything in her power to keep from dancing about. The sensation between her thighs was making her mind reel. There was a very powerful pulsation there, a throbbing feeling that was not only deep inside but also around the whole area of her crotch. It seemed to radiate outward, spreading to her shaking thighs and the cheeks of her tight, sweet little ass.
She watched her brother poke tentatively at Susan’s pussy, then his finger was gone. It seemed to have simply disappeared inside the girl’s pussy all the way to his knuckles.
“It sure is wet and hot,” she heard her brother say in his strange voice. “Tight, too.”
When Rick pulled his finger free, Judy saw the lips of Susan’s cunt clinging to it, then it was out. His finger glistened wetly.
“She sure is pretty there,” she heard him say. “I’ve never seen anything so pretty before.”
Then Rick did something that caused Judy to almost fall backwards.
Rick, without a word, suddenly darted his face forward and kissed Susan’s cunt.
“Oooo!” Susan giggled. “That was nice. Rick. Kiss me again… there.”
Rick pursed his lips and pressed them to the golden-haired twat, kissing it longer this time. When he drew back, there was the loud smacking sound of his kiss.
“Hey, that was okay!” Robert said. “I never thought about that before.”
“I just wanted to kiss her,” Rick said, suddenly embarrassed at what he had so impulsively done. “I don’t know… I just wanted to.”
As though Rick had one-upped him, Robert said: “Watch this.”
Judy saw him fumbling at the front of his pants, then his cock was out. Judy stared at his prick with huge eyes. Until now all she knew of a cock was that it was long and became hard when a boy was excited. She had certainly never seen one. She was fascinated by Robert’s cock. The thickness of it surprised her, and the head was so swollen she thought it must be very painful.
“Pump it, Susan,” he said, taking the girl’s wrist and placing her hand on his prick.
Susan wrapped her fingers about Robert’s cock and began to jerk back and forth. Judy’s legs trembled and she felt very weak. There was a noticeable itch in the palms of her hands, and she fought off the almost overwhelming urge to join them, to feel that big cock herself.
“Take your cock out, too,” Robert said, puffing a bit. “Take yours out and let her jack you, too.”
“Aw, she don’t wanna touch mine,” Rick said.
“Yes I do,” Susan giggled, her fist working on Robert’s cock a little faster. “I want to touch yours. Come on, Rick… you touched mine. It’s only fair.”
“Well…”
Judy watched her brother pull his cock from his pants. She gazed at it, then at Robert’s. She decided then and there that Rick’s cock was the prettiest, the biggest and hardest. It wasn’t, of course, but he was her brother and she wanted him to be the best of all at everything.
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