J. Watson: Sister's Rape Lesson

“Oh, Bobby,” she said. “You’re so beautiful you’re making me hot. Don’t you want to feel how hot you’re making me?”

She took his hand and placed it between her legs. She pressed her thighs together tightly on his hand. His face had turned white.

“Feel me, Bobby,” she begged. “Feel how nice and juicy you’re making my pussy.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he said.

“Why, Bobby?” she asked. “Does it make you blush?”

Louise went down on him. Her red tongue flicked at his balls. Bobby looked down as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What’s she doing?” he asked.

Tracy wondered at a eighteen-year-old boy who could be so stupid about sex. But then, Joe would have gone out of his way to find a really innocent boy.

Tracy licked at his nipples and they became hard under the caress of her tongue. She licked down his stomach and stopped at the cock-head. She touched her tongue to the end and licked off some of his lubricating fluid.

“Ummmm, Bobby,” she moaned. “You taste so nice.”

Her head was next to Louise as they kept kissing and playing with his hard cock. Louise was sucking his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue.

“Oh God!” Bobby said.

“He’s a sweet one,” Tracy told Louise.

“Let’s see who can make him come first,” Louise said. “The one who takes his cum into her mouth wins.”

Immediately Tracy drew the gigantic cock into her mouth. She drew his cock into her throat and released him. Louise then drew the cock into her mouth.

There were groans from the audience as Tracy repeated the process. Tracy knew there were a lot of women who wanted a taste of his cock. She didn’t care about them. She was enjoying the sweet taste of his cock too much herself.

“Oh you’re got to stop,” Bobby said. “Something’s happening. Oh, you’ve got to stop!”

His groans only made Tracy and Louise go faster. Tracy closed her eyes as she went down on his cock farther than she’d gone before. Then she used her tongue in the special way she’d learned and she tasted the first of his jism.

“Ummmmm,” Tracy said.

“Oh God!” he groaned. “Oh Jesus, I’m comingggggg!”

She tasted his cum as he spurted gob after gob down her hungry throat. Louise pushed her head away and went down on him herself. Tracy placed her fingertips against Louise’s throat and felt her swallowing.

“He tastes sweet,” Tracy said. “Really sweet.”

Louise agreed with a muffled sound as she continued to suck down his sweet cum.

Tracy felt bruised and sore when she awakened but she also felt happy. She stretched as she looked up at the morning sun coming through her window.

The night before she had really learned to be a woman. She had been a willing slave passed around from man to man, even a few women, from the audience. She had come more times than she could remember and she had enjoyed it more than anything she could remember.

Maggie had been right. Sex was fun if one took the right attitude about it.

Someone knocked on her door and she called for them to come in.

This showed bow much she’d changed for she didn’t bother to cover up her full titties as she would have done earlier. Instead she hoped it was someone who could appreciate them. It was.

It was the eighteen-year-old boy from the night before. Except that he didn’t look so young and innocent any more. He even looked wiser.

“Hello,” be said.

His voice was more mature than it had been the night before, there was none of the strained, frightened quality. She told herself that there was something very odd about this Bobby.

She remembered that after their little performance the women had been standing in line to get at Bobby. She wouldn’t have believed that he could have moved for a month after last night.

“Good morning,” she said. “Somehow you look different then you did last night.”

He laughed. The way his eyes swept her naked breasts left no doubt that there was nothing innocent left in him. If there ever had been.

“It was an act, wasn’t it?” she asked him. “You were just acting last night.”

“Of course,” he said. “I thought you knew.”

“No,” she admitted.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand against her thigh. He caressed her with knowing fingers while he talked.

“I’m an actor,” he admitted. “I’ve been playing shy little boys on stage since I was sixteen.”

“How old are you really?” she asked.

“Thirty,” he said. “But somehow it seems to make the girls hot and bothered when I tell them I’m eighteen and act shy about sex. They can’t wait to pull off their panties.”

“So you’re not really shy about sex?” she asked.

“Not at all,” he said.

She studied his face. He still looked eighteen and he was still beautiful. He had brushed his blond hair differently but there was little else that was altered about him except the knowing, experienced eyes.

“But the hair,” she said. “You have no hair on your body.”

“Not on my chest,” he admitted.

“What do you do?” she asked.

“I pluck most of my body hair out.”

“Oh,” she said. “That must hurt.”

“It’s part of my living,” he shrugged. “Besides, it seems to turn women on even more. Like you.”

“Like me?” she questioned.

“Sure,” he said. “My little-boy look turns you on. Admit it.”

“Certainly I’ll admit it,” Tracy said. “Right now my pussy is hotter than fire and I’m wondering if your cock is as beautiful to fuck as it is to suck.”

“Shall we find out?” he asked.

“Mr. Douglas might not approve,” she said.

“He does approve,” Bobby said. “He approves very much. He was proud of you last night.”

“He was?” Tracy asked.

“Yes,” Bobby said. “And I’m your present.”

“Goodie,” she said. “Let’s get on with the unwrapping.”

“Patience,” he said. “Real fucking is something that requires patience.”

Just the sound of his voice caused her to shiver.

Somehow she knew that Bobby knew more about sex than anyone she’d ever been with. This was the kind of present she liked.

His fingers still caressed her thighs and now he ran his tongue up her stomach to the curve of her tittie. He opened his mouth and sucked in some of her flesh. He released her and moved his hand farther up her thigh.

“You’re very nice,” he said. “Last night I would have gone on a lot longer but you did that thing with your tongue. Very few women can do that well. I wasn’t expecting it.”

His complimenting tone warmed her up even more. Her titties were becoming hotly sensitive and responding to the touch of his lips.

“Ummmmm,” she said. “You’re nice too.”

He responded by placing his hand between her thighs. His fingers parted her pussy lips and he sent one finger inside her hot cunt.

“Warm and tight,” he said. “You like cocks and fingers and tongues, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Oh yes, I like them very much.”

He bent his head and kissed her stomach and then his head went down to the rise of her pussy. He kissed her hairs and the top of her pussy while his finger worked inside her cunt.

His tongue and finger excited her very much.

She found herself pushing her pussy up at him. She wrapped her fingers around her titties and started to massage the nipples.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, oh!”

He kept working his finger into her cunt until he had her hotter than she’d ever been, and her pussy juices were flowing hot against his fingers. Then be stood up. She protested but her protest was cut short when she saw that he was undressing.