“It feels so good in my cunny,” gasped Alicia. “Oh, big sis, you make me feel so well.”
“Yes,” Lee hissed. “Yes, yes, yes.”
She was clearly cumming, too, thrashing. I groaned, my pussy churned by Clint’s fingers, his tongue probing at my asshole. The hot delight shot through me as his tongue forced past my sphincter and swirled through my bowels.
I bucked, my clit aching beneath his massaging thumb. Sparks shot through me. I groaned and shoved back into his licking mouth. My entire body quivered. I loved it. So much wonderful bliss burst through my body. It ached me. It made me howl and snarl.
“Clint!” I screamed as rapture shot to my mind. “Oh, my god, Clint!”
The water spray turned cold as Clint kept licking my asshole, fucking his fingers in and out of my pussy. I quivered and trembled. My eyes rolled back into my head as I rocked back into his fucking fingers. Pleasure rippled through me.
Alicia squealed. Aunt Cheryl acted. The water turned off as I kept moaning and gasping, wave after wave of pleasure washing through my body. My man kept loving my asshole and pussy. And I kept cumming.
“Clint! Love you!” I gasped. “Oh, my god!”
I was so glad he was the man of the house, and I was his queen.
* * *
Lee Samuels
As Aunt Cheryl made lunch for everyone but me–I had eaten before my spanking–I cleaned up my mess. Clint watched me, arms folded in the bathrobe he wore. We all wore terry-cloth bathrobes, our hair still wet from the hot shower. I came twice just masturbating and watching the fun.
As I worked, I loved Clint’s strong eyes watching me, making sure I cleaned up my mess. There was a part of me that wanted to be a brat. To say fuck it and find out how he would punish me the next time I acted out. But my ass was so sore.
Maybe I should wait a few days before I was a brat again.
I would call him Lint and be a defiant, little shit. I would mess up the entire house, and then he would have to spank me so hard. He would beat me, hurt me, and make me cum and cum and cum, reminding me that I was his. He owned me.
I grew so wet just thinking about it.
I hoped he would film it, too. Show it off to all my friends at school. They all deserved to know just what a disobedient slut I was. How unruly I was. And how my big brother disciplined me. Everyone would tease me.
There’s the pee-slut, Carmelita would hiss. Your mouth was made to drink piss, you little skank. I should take you into the bathroom and make you drink mine. But you would like it. God, I can’t believe I was your friend. You’re so fucking disgusting.
I needed to masturbate right away.
“Lunch is ready,” Aunt Cheryl pronounced, holding four plates, two balanced on her inner arms. Three had a single sandwich–turkey, lettuce, tomato, with pickles and chips on the side–and the fourth had two. Each sandwich somehow looked perfect, the way Martha Stewart might do it.
And she hadn’t even made a mess.
I licked my lips. I was a little hungry. I was an active girl. I liked to run–I was on my college’s track and field team. And then there was all the cumming I did. From being spanked, from being pissed on, from being fucked in the ass while being pissed on, and from masturbating.
Clint glanced at me as he sat down, a grin spreading across his lips. “If you’re hungry, slut, crawl beneath the table and suck my cock. I got a load of protein you can swallow.”
Damn, damn, damn, why was he the sexiest man in the world?
I scampered to obey. I fell down on my hands and knees and crawled beneath the table. My tits swayed beneath the robe, juices trickling down my thighs. I passed beneath the long, blue tablecloth. It was dark beneath. Clint was at the head of the table, opposite from where I crawled under, Alicia on his left, Melody on his right. Aunt Cheryl sat beside Melody, her long legs brushing me as I crawled past. I skirted around the central column holding up the table, lifting my arms and knees over the support legs jutting out radially from it.
And then I was before Clint. I pushed his robe off his thighs, exposing his muscular legs. His cock was half-hard. I leaned my head forward. I had never sucked a dick before, but I was so wet to do it. And I was hoping his would fill my mouth with so much thick cream.
And then I would have to swallow it like a filthy whore.
Shame burned in my thoughts as my tongue licked up his thigh. He tasted of soap. I moved closer, nuzzling at his balls. A hint of salt covered his hairy nutsack. I licked at them, my pussy clenching. This was so humiliating, alone beneath the table while the rest of the family talked and ate. I was the cum-slut. The slave to please Clint.
I was like the family’s dog, getting scraps instead of the full meal.
With a hungry moan, I engulfed the tip of Clint’s thick dick. I had to open my mouth so wide to take his cock. I groaned as I sucked, tasting the salt of precum. It was as good as the cum I had eaten straight from my pussy, but fresher, not adorned with my tangy cunt.
And that made it better.
* * *
Clint Elliston
Lee’s sweet mouth wrapped about my cock. I groaned in mid bite, loving the submissive heat wrapped about my shaft’s crown. The slut sucked with a hungry intensity. I knew I wouldn’t cum any time soon. My dick was actually sore, but it was a good pain, reminding me of all the sex I had today.
“So what’s next, Sir?” Mom asked me as she daintily nibbled on a pickle.
“Homework,” I grunted. “All of us, you included, Lee.”
She sucked harder, bobbing her mouth.
“No one’s grades are slipping just because you’re all enjoying my dick.” I grinned at Melody. “Especially the perv.”
She smiled back at me. “Someone just needs a rest. We’re wearing him out.”
Alicia giggled, her glasses slipping on her nose. With a practiced ease, she pushed them back up. “Big brother is a stud, but he’s not superhuman.”
“I don’t need a rest,” I scowled, and they only giggled louder.
But it wasn’t mocking giggles, it was the shared mirth between people who knew each other, cared for each other. Melody’s bare foot rubbed on mine beneath the table while her sister sucked and gobbled my cock, slurping loudly.
“And me, Sir?” Mom shoved the pickle into her mouth, lips pursed tight, sucking on it before she took her bite. It crunched loudly.
“You’re cooking us a delicious dinner,” Clint said. “Something to give us the energy for Aunt Vicky’s return. Tonight is movie night.”
Lee groaned about my cock. Her fingers found my balls, massaging them as she swirled her tongue, easing the sore ache at the tip of my dick. Pleasure shuddered through me. Oh, yes, she was eager for her mom to see her being a filthy pee slut.
“Your aunt will enjoy that,” Mom nodded. “She’s a lot like Lee. She was even a brat until your father trained that out of her.”
“Aunt Cheryl,” Melody said after swallowing a bit of her sandwich. “Is it normal for a submissive girl to be dominant sometimes.”
“You mean like you were with Lee?”
Melody nodded her head.
“You’re a switch.” Mom picked up her sandwich, taking a bite, lettuce crunching. She chewed while Lee bobbed her mouth on my dick. When she swallowed, she continued, “Some people can go back and forth. Sometimes there only submissive or dominant for certain people or other times it’s just the mood they’re in. You’ll always bottom for Clint, but with others, you like to top. Especially while he watches.”