J. Watson: Sister's Rape Lesson

Tracy knew she could refuse Sonia nothing. She didn’t know what Sonia wanted but she bit her lips and nodded her head nervously.

Sonia sat up on the edge of the table with her legs spread.

“Came here, baby,” she said.

Tracy looked into the pink quivering lips of Sonia’s pussy and she knew what Sonia wanted. She didn’t want to do it but she found herself dropping to her knees before the woman. She licked at Sonia’s hot juices with her tongue.

Sonia gave her no time to think about it. Her strong hand caught Tracy behind the head and pressed her face into the crevice between her legs.

“Good,” Sonia moaned. “Give it to me, baby. Suck Sonia good.”

Tracy felt as if she were going to die pressed against Sonia’s pussy. It seemed she couldn’t move and she couldn’t breathe. She knew she had to get it over with quickly. She pushed her tongue into Sonia’s pussy in rapid movements.

Tracy was beginning to feel ashamed. The effects of the pill Sonia had given her were wearing off. She was realizing that Sonia had given her something to make her hot.

“Oh shitttt!” Sonia cried. “Oh shit, I’m going to come! Oh shittttt!”

Tracy tried to jerk her mouth away as Sonia came against her tongue. Sonia held her in strong hands and she couldn’t move. She had to lap up Sonia’s juices to keep from drowning in them.

She thought Sonia was never going to stop. Finally the other woman quit trembling and released Tracy’s head. Tracy fell back against the table. Sonia handed her a towel to wipe her mouth with.

“Oh God,” Tracy moaned. “What have I done?”

“You liked it,” Sonia said. “You know you did.”

Tracy looked up into the hard eyes of Sonia and she shuddered. She shuddered because she knew what Sonia said was true. She had enjoyed it. Too much.

“Oh God, Maggie,” Tracy wailed. “I’m so ashamed of myself.”

Tracy had awakened in the middle of the night to find tears streaming down her cheeks. Maggie had heard her crying and was in her room in only seconds.

Maggie had lifted her head and cradled it against her soft shoulder. She stroked her sister’s hair.

“What have you done to make yourself so ashamed?” Maggie asked.

Somehow she found the courage to tell the story of Sonia to Maggie. Maggie listened intently.

“And did you enjoy it?” Maggie asked.

“Yes,” Tracy admitted. “That’s just the point. I enjoyed it too much. Oh Maggie. I think I’m queer or something. I didn’t enjoy it with Gary but I enjoyed it with Sonia. Oh God, what am I going to do?”

“Queer,” Maggie laughed. “God, girl, what a thought to have. Haven’t you ever gotten your jollies with a man?”

Tracy shook her bead numbly.

“Then it’s time for your education to begin,” Maggie said.

“What do you mean?” Tracy asked.

“Your education about sex,” Maggie explained. “If you’re going to live in the city then you have to know about sex. There are too many pitfalls for a young girl.”

“But I thought you wanted me to have sex,” Tracy said.

“Of course I do,” Maggie said. “But darling, sex can be fun. Sometimes you have to do it for business but you should never let that interfere with your fun.”

“You mean you really enjoy doing those things with men?” Tracy asked.

“Of course I do, darling,” Maggie said. “And so will you. But first you have to learn what it’s all about. You have to know what to look for and what to look out for. I know someone who can teach you.”

“Yes,” Tracy said. “After today I think I want to learn.”

“Good,” Maggie said. “But first you have to promise me a few things.”

“Anything,” Tracy said.

“You have to promise to do anything he asks you to do,” Maggie said. “And some of those things will not be very easy for you. I know.”

“You did it too?” Tracy asked.

“Yes,” Maggie said. “This man was my first love in the city. He taught me a lot of things. But he tires of women very quickly and now we’re just good friends. He’ll love you, though, and he’ll teach you.”

“Are they bad things?” Tracy asked shyly.

“Some of his ideas are horrid,” Maggie said with a shudder. “But you have to do them.”

“All right,” Tracy agreed.

She had already forgotten that her original purpose for staying was to help Maggie. Now all she was concerned with was her fear of not being able to enjoy a relationship with a man. Maybe this man could teach her a few things.

Maggie went to make the phone call. A few minutes later she returned.

“All right,” Maggie said. “He’s coming over. His name is Joe. Put on a tight blouse without a bra and a very short skirt. The shortest you’ve got. And wear some sexy panties.”

Tracy found herself growing excited as she dressed the way Maggie had told her. What kind of man was this Joe? Maggie said he’d been her first lover.

He had to be a good-looking man to get at Maggie.

She brushed her hair until it was shining and then she went out into the living room for Maggie’s approval. Maggie gave a low whistle.

“Yes,” she said. “He’s going to like you. I think he’s going to like you very much.”

He was supposed to be there at five but he was late. Maggie said he was always late. A few minutes before six the doorbell rang and Maggie opened the door.

Tracy was disappointed at her first glimpse. He was not good-looking. He was a regular-looking man in a gray, inexpensive suit. He was not very tall or very short. He was just ordinary-looking.

“How nice to see you again, Maggie,” he said. He wasn’t really looking at Maggie. Instead he was looking over her shoulder at Tracy. Tracy felt the first shivers of alarm. The only thing that wasn’t ordinary about him was his face. The face was almost cruel.

“And you’re Tracy,” he said.

“Yes,” Tracy said weakly.

He came toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were very strong as if he were wed to doing manual labor. She noticed that there was a jagged scar just beneath his lip.

“You are nice,” be said. “I think you’ll do.”

With that sentence of approval he seemed to forget about her. He turned back to Maggie and his face broke into a broad grin. He hugged Maggie’s neck and gave her a soft pat on her ass.

“You’re ravishing,” he said. “I could eat you.”

“I wouldn’t object,” Maggie said.

“Ah, but you know how it is, Maggie,” he shrugged. “When a man gets older he needs spice to keep him going. New variety in his menu.”

“I understand,” Maggie said.

Tracy thought she detected a hint of jealousy in Maggie’s voice that was very quickly gone. Tracy realized that Maggie was wishing it was herself who was about to be taught by this man.

“Pack her bags,” Joe said. “I’m taking her with me.”

“With you?” Maggie questioned. “I didn’t think you’d do that.”

“She’s an innocent lamb,” Joe said. “A sweet, innocent lamb. She’s going to take time.”

Maggie nodded.

Maggie left the room to pack Tracy’s bags. Tracy stood in shock. She had expectcd to be trundled off into the bedroom and fucked. She had not expected to be taken anywhere. At least, not some place where she had to have her bags.

“I can’t go with you,” Tracy said. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid?” He raised one questioning eyebrow. “Nothing I do is stupid.”

“But I have a job,” she said. “I can’t just walk out on my job. I have responsibilities.”

“Don’t worry about your job,” he said. “You’ll go back to work when I’m done with you. Nobody in this city dares refuse me anything.”