Jean Sifton - The peeking sister

"We don't have to go nowhere, babe. The kitchen floor will do just fine. Just kneel down there and stick that hot little ass up in the air where Big Daddy can get at it." He leered evilly at her, and June noticed with relief that at least he had nice healthy white teeth. In fact if it wasn't for those horrible pimples all over his face he would be quite good-looking. His hand swarmed suddenly up under her skirt to cup one of her buttocks and she could feel his fingers sliding down her anal crack toward her pussy where he teased her pubic hairs which were still caked and crusted with her dried cum juices from last night. She blushed crimson at the memory of the unwanted but extraordinary climax Axel had brought her to. She'd been trying to block it from her mind ever since she woke up, but now it flooded back over her. In spite of herself her breath began to come faster as Pimple Face pushed his hand farther along her cuntal furrow until he found her hot, hardening little clitoris.

"No panties, eh babe?" he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry ya hadda wait, kid. It feels like there was some action down there last night, but I guess you're ready for more, huh? Try this on for size." She heard the sound of a zipper, then her hand was guided to his hotly throbbing penis which had popped fully erect into the air. When she felt its surprising girth with her long supple fingers, she couldn't help but look down at it, even though she had resolved not to. God, it was long! Maybe not quite as big around as Axel's but probably even longer although this man was nowhere as tall as Borman. Height must not have anything to do with it, she thought distractedly, gazing in morbid fascination down at the bulging purplish head with its rim which flared out from the long hard shaft like the head of an aroused cobra. God, it was going to hurt! It was at least three times as thick as her father's cane which she had carefully vaselined beforehand… and much, much longer than the paltry three or four inches of cane she had managed to ram up herself before the pain stopped her. It didn't seem humanly possible to take that much hard flesh up inside her rectum. She didn't believe he could even get it in!

"Let's get it over with," she muttered thickly, dropping her skirt on the floor. Pimple Face's finger tweaking her clitoris had already started flickers of pleasure in the insatiable little bud, and all she wanted to feel was pain in her martyrdom for her sister. But even as she knelt down on her skirt to save her knees from the hard kitchen tiles and leaned forward on her elbows, she felt a flutter of excitement at the idea of being sodomized in this humiliating position like some scullery maid in times of old. She heard Pimple Face kick off his shoes and pull down his pants. Then he was kneeling behind her.

As Jock — because Pimple Face was Jock, of course, in what he considered one of his better disguises — gazed down at the beautiful white moons of June's unblemished ass-cheeks and at the virginal little anus offered so provocatively up to him, he hoisted a mental toast to Axel's good taste and judgment. His friend had told him that morning over the phone about the events of the night before, but Jock had thought he might be exaggerating June's beauty and the passionateness of her responses. Not so, he now realized. He hadn't missed the undeniable quivers of excitement that shot through her ripe young body when he touched her erect little clitoris nor the speed with which it had doubled in size. No, hell, no, Axel hadn't exaggerated. If anything, his description of the curvaceous raven-haired girl was an understatement.

Just as a sculptor might contemplate a block of virgin marble before attacking it with hammer and chisel, Jock allowed himself another moment of purely esthetic appreciation of June's voluptuous symmetry before he slipped back into the role of Pimple Face, the sadistic delivery man.

"Let's see those tits down there!" he snarled, reaching around June's nakedly offered buttocks to rip her blouse open, sending the buttons flying every which way. Then he began to maul the luscious mounds of resilient flesh like a madman, tweaking and pinching the ruby-red nipples between his fingers until June had to bite her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Not that what he was doing hurt so much, there were little jolts of pleasure too, but it made her feel so helpless to be manhandled that way while she was crouched down in such a passive slavish position. She cambered her back so that her ass-cheeks were tilted up even higher in the air in the hope that it would tempt him to start his nasty business. Sure enough, his hands left her breasts and flew down to her ripely rounded buttocks where one began to knead and mangle the soft flesh around her anus while the other worked its way up between her thighs and parted her sparse pussy hairs until it found the now rapidly moistening entrance to her vagina. His outstretched middle finger was inserted there, then drawn up her sweating anal crevice to swab and lubricate the puckered sphincter ring guarding her rectum. This process was repeated several times, sending little tingles of apprehension scurrying out from the tiny sensitive hole each time. God, if he would only get on with it! She gulped and bucked slightly when she felt the finger finally slip through the tight elastic ring and push up into her fearfully cringing rectal canal where it began to widen the hot spongy flesh sheathing it. It hurt, of course, but not any more than the cane had… and feeling it move up there… just the idea that someone else was doing it to her… telegraphed a message of weird unnatural pleasure to her protesting brain. There was no help for it! Something in the kneeling dark-haired girl enjoyed being debased, whether by herself or someone else — even this repulsive man. More by this repulsive man, she realized, as the reaming motion of his finger in her most secret parts gradually increased the radius of the irritating but tantalizing stimulus she was feeling. She looked back between her ripely swinging breasts and saw his long pulsating penis pointing up toward her tummy with a drop of semen glistening in the slit at the end and his large pendulous balls jiggling beneath it.

She wished she could see him doing it to her!

The obscene grotesque thought flashed through her mind before she could blot it out, and the next thing she knew she was avidly studying the photograph of Tiffany and the satyr which had fallen on the floor not far from her. The detail was so clear she could even see the swollen curve of the sperm canal on the underside of the part of the thick sodomizing penis which was still visible. She wished she could see Pimple Face's expression as he fucked in and out of her tightly puckered anus. Was it one of sadistic goatish delight like the one in the photo?

If only there was a mirror in this place so she could watch herself getting fucked up the ass!

God, she was even beginning to think like a whore. She had never once in her life allowed herself to even think that word, much less speak it. It was buried deep in her mind under a lot of other expressions like make love, sleep together, go to bed together… Fuck, fuck, fuck! In her burning anger at herself she screwed her ass-cheeks savagely back on Pimple Face's finger to let him know she was ready any time he was. Goddamn, fuck, piss, cunt, cock! The words blinked like bright neon lights in the darkness of her degradation.

"Reach back and tickle my balls, babe," Jock ordered roughly, sensing the sudden change in her.

"No! I won't!" she yelled back between her legs in a last-ditch attempt to salvage some of her self-respect. "You can't make me!"

"Oh no?" Jock retorted with a vicious grin. He yanked his finger out of her tight little hole with a loud squelching sound and slapped her naked buttocks as hard as he could. The red prints of his fingers showed up clearly visible on her firm snow-white flesh. He raised his arm to strike again, but she gave a little moan of surrender as if she knew it was useless to resist, and he felt her trembling hand fumbling back toward his cum-filled balls. "And handle them with care, you bitch!" he threatened her grimly. "Or by God, you'll never know what hit you!" Axel had warned him she might show a tendency to get out of hand and take over the show… but not with old Jock, he chuckled to himself. She was going to get a little more than she had bargained for this time! When he got through with her she'd know somebody had paid a visit to her sweet little asshole. Already her long supple fingers were obediently kneading and massaging his balls as if they'd never done anything else, building up a charge of aching desire in his groin. It was time to take the plunge…