It\'s all in the mind!

Part 18.

Over the following days Sally became increasingly keen to display her charms for an audience.  Richard took her out ‘dogging’ every evening, and she returned with tales of her increasing confidence.  Once she had grown accustomed to the idea of playing with herself for an audience of me, she quickly became more and more enthusiastic and was soon taking her vibrator along on trips out with Richard. 

On her return she would calmly sit and relate to myself and the girls all that she had done, in minute detail.  How she had brought herself to climax with her fingers, then with her vibrator.  How she liked to spread her legs as wide as she could, “So that they can all see everything.”  How she liked to bring herself to orgasm, then suck Richard’s cock until he came in her mouth.  “They really like it when I do that, especially when I swallow all his jism!” She giggled one night.

Helen and Sandra were appalled for very different reasons.  Sandra could scarcely believe that Sally could be so shameless, but was programmed to accept that her mother was only having a good time.  Helen was deeply jealous as Sally was now spending more and more time with Richard.

“Do you miss pleasing Richard?” I asked her one night, after he and Sally had gone out.

“Sort of.” She admitted reluctantly.  “When I first had to do it I hated it.  But then I saw that mum was having fun, and Richard wasn’t as nasty as I thought he’d be, and I sort of liked it.  And that time he made me get undressed for him and play with my pussy was really exciting.”

“Have you played with yourself thinking about that?” I asked.

“A couple of times.” She said sheepishly, “But only because you and Richard haven’t wanted me.”  She glanced at me wantonly, “Will you want to do it to me again soon?” She asked pleadingly.

“I’m sure I will, but I’m too busy at the moment.” I explained.

“Busy doing what?” She asked sulkily.

“Things for work.  I have my surgeries to run now, remember, and I have to keep up my patient notes.  Then there’s my work at the office, where I work with your mum.  It all takes time, you know.” I smiled, thinking of how much fun I was having with Hannah!

One evening, after Sally and Richard had gone out, I set the next part of the game in play.  Sandra was in her room playing music, Helen was finishing off some homework on the dining room table.  Right on cue, Edward strolled confidently through the back door.  He paused to pick up an apple from a bowl in the kitchen, then sauntered into the dining room.

“What you doing?” He demanded.

“History homework.” Helen explained, “Have you finished yours yet?”

“Yeah, kind of.  I’m not really that bothered though, am I?” He shrugged.

“You should be.” Helen answered sharply.

“No one gives a fuck!” Edward grinned.  Helen looked disapprovingly at him.  “My dad upstairs with your mum, is he?” He asked.

“No, they’ve gone out.”  Helen said simply.

“Oh, she’s putting on a show again is she?” He giggled.

Helen blushed, “I don’t know what you mean.  I think they’ve gone out for a drink or something.”

Edward sniggered, “Out for a drink? Fuck off! They’ve gone dogging!  My dad told me all about it.”

Helen looked shocked. “He told you abou that?” Edward nodded.  She was clearly sceptical.  “What did he tell you?” She demanded challengingly.

“Everything.” Edward said smugly.  “He told me all about what a slut your mother is.  About how she likes him to drive her to places, and then she gets her kit off and gives herself a good frigging while loads of blokes watch.  He says she comes every time, and then gives him a really good blow-job, ‘cos she’s so fucking hot after fingering herself.”

Helen had gone white with anger, “That’s a lie!” She yelled, “My mum never does anything like that, you’re a liar, and your dad’s one too.”

“Don’t you talk about my dad like that.” Edward snapped, “It’s only because of him that you lit can carry on living here. If it wasn’t for him you’d be living on some shitty council estate somewhere, right?”

Helen flushed with shame.  “It isn’t true, what you said about my mum, I know it isn’t.” She said defensively.

“It is true, but if you don’t want to believe it, suit yourself.” Edward shrugged.  “My dad says that she’ll do anything for him now, anything at all.” He laughed briefly, “She loves a good fuck, your mum, I should know!”

Helen’s face had gone very red, “Shut up!” She yelled.

Edward continued, “Yes, loves a cock up her does Sally.  Gives good head too!  She sucked my cock good and hard when I came here the other day.  The best bit though was when I gave it to her up the arse.  I couldn’t believe how much she liked it up the shitter!”

Helen leapt to her feet, “Stop it!  Shut up you dirty bastard, you can’t come in here and talk about my mum like that!”

Edward grinned at her smugly. “I can do anything I want to, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Know why?”

Helen’s jaw was clamped tight.  She shook her head stiffly.

“Because you’re poor.  You’ve got no money!” He grinned, “And that means you have to be nice to my dad and me, because if you’re not, you’re out on your arses!”

Helen flinched at his words.  Edward took another bite of his apple, then wandered ‘round the table and casually began to read Helen’s homework.  “Yes, you have to be real nice to us, otherwise you’re out.  That’s why your mum has been opening her legs for him so much.  She knows that if she doesn’t keep dad happy, out you go!”

Helen shook her head vehemently, “It’s not true, they’re good friends, that’s all.”

Edward laughed heartily, “Good friends?  Ha! That’s why she begs him to fuck her arse, is it?  That’s why she’s out there now fingering herself for a bunch of blokes before sucking him off?”

“She’s not!” Helen sobbed, “She’s not doing that at all.”

Edward shrugged again, “OK then, if they’re such good friends, why did he come over here and give you a seeing to?  If he likes her that much, why did he want to get into your knickers, and why did you let him?”

Helen went pale, “I, er, I mean, er, how did you know about that?” She stammered.

“I know, because my dad tells me everything.  I even know that after he’d fucked you, your mum went over to our house and called him all sorts of things, but then when my dad told her to get out of this house, she got all sorry and begged for forgiveness.” He smiled triumphantly, “And then he smacked her arse for being so stroppy, and then he fucked her arse with a hairbrush handle, and then she fucked herself with it until she came!”  Edward paused for a moment.  “I even know that he came over here and made you play with yourself until you came while he watched.  I bet you liked that, didn't you?  You know what they say, like mother, like daughter!”

Helen looked almost grey.  Her shoulders sagged.  She looked close to tears. 

Edward continued his tirade.  “So don’t try to tell me that they’re ‘just good friends’ ok? Because I know better.  She’d do anything to keep my dad happy so that she can stay here, anything, right?  She’ll fuck him any time he wants, and like it too.  She’ll do anything he wants, anytime.  She fucked me to keep him happy.  She was worried that I’d tell him she was no good, so she put on a real good show.  She even lets him come over here and fuck you.  Anything to keep him sweet.  That’s right, isn't it?”

Tears escaped from Helen’s eyes and rolled slowly down her face.  She nodded sadly, unable to look at him.  Edward smiled to himself slyly.  “So if she’s got to be nice to me to keep him happy, and you’ve got to be nice to him, then you’ve got to be nice to me, too, haven’t you?”

Helen stared at him with dawning horror.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” He demanded.  When she didn’t answer he yelled at her, “Tell me.  I said that’s right, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She said in a croaky sob.

“Say it then, tell me that you’ve got to be nice to me.  Go on, say it.” He jeered.

“Alright!” She sobbed, “I have to be nice to you. Happy now?”

“Sort of.” He smiled.  “Yes, you have to be nice to me, alright, otherwise dad gets pissed off and your mum gets her marching orders.  So if I said to you ‘go and make me a coffee’, you’d have to do it, right?”

Helen’s bottom lip quivered, then she nodded slowly.

“And if I said, ‘do my homework for me’, you’d have to do it, yes?”

She nodded again.

“And if I said, ‘what colour knickers have you got on?’, you’d have to tell me, right?” He said smugly.

“Edward, please don’t.” She sobbed.

“Don’t what?” He asked, feigning innocence, “I’m only saying that you have to do what I say to keep me happy, otherwise your mum gets it from my dad.  Right?”

“Please, Edward, please don’t.” She repeated.

He ignored her, “What colour knickers have you got on, by the way?” He asked, nonchalantly.

She began to cry, “Please Edward, don’t do this to me, please.”

“It’s up to you.” He said, evenly, “You can be nice to me, and dad stays happy, or I can go now, and you can pack your things.  Your choice.”

“Edward I can’t!” She sobbed, “Please! Please don’t do this to me, please.”

“Fair enough.” He smiled, “I’ll be off then.  Dad should be back in an hour or two, I’ll tell him then.  See you.” He turned towards the kitchen door.

Helen hesitated for a moment, then called out, “Edward wait, please.”

He stopped in the doorway and glanced over his shoulder at the sobbing, tear stained girl, “Yes?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you? At school, I mean, if I am nice to you?”  She asked imploringly.

He grinned smugly, “Well that depends on how nice you are, doesn’t it?” 

“What do you want me to do?” She asked quietly.

He leant casually against the doorframe and thought for a moment.  “Well why don’t you start off by answering my question?” He suggested.

“What question?”

He grinned again, “What colour knickers have you got on?”

She hung her head dejectedly, “Blue.” She said sadly.

“Didn’t hear you.” He chuckled.

“Blue!” She snapped, “They’re blue, ok?”

“Show me.” He grinned, “Bend over that table and lift your skirt up so I can see them.”

She gave a massive sigh, then shuffled to her feet.  She bent slowly over the table, then began to hitch up her grey school skirt.  As the milky whiteness of her thighs were exposed, he walked casually around to stand behind her.  She buried her face in the table and sobbed again as her dark blue knickers slowly came into view.

“That’s better!” He chuckled, and then he laughed out loud when he saw the yellow smiley face print on her knickers.  “Now that’s what I call a warm welcome!” He joked, “No need to ask if you’re happy to see me!”

He stood back and admired the view as she lay across the table with her skirt up around her waist, still sobbing.  “I always thought you had a nice arse.  You don’t mind if I have a bit of a feel, do you Helen?” He sniggered, then stepped forwards.  He reached out and traced the smile on her knickers with one fingertip. He began on one of her plump cheeks, then followed it across her crack to the other.  She flinched at his touch and sobbed again.  Then he began to stroke and squeeze each cheek, kneading the plump flesh.  “Nice! Very nice indeed.  Let’s see the front then!”

She stood slowly, then wiped her eyes with her hands before turning to face her tormentor.  Her arms fell limply to her side as she stared at the floor.

“Come on then, lift that skirt! You don’t expect me to do all the work, do you?” He laughed.

She screwed up her face in misery and shame, then lifted her skirt once more.  He grinned again at the smiley face on the front of her knickers, then reached out his hand and ran his fingers across the soft swell of her belly.  He licked his lips, then ran his hand down to her soft mound.  “Open your legs then.” He demanded.  She shuffled her feet apart, opening her thighs, and then he pushed his hand between them.

He began to rub her pussy slowly, deliberately.  She bit her lip, trying desperately to fight back the tears.  Edward sniggered, “Nice and warm, just how I like them!  I can see why dad wanted to give you one.”  She groaned in misery.  “You got any hair on it?” He asked casually.  She sobbed again, then nodded.  “Let’s see then.” He said eagerly, grabbing hold of the dark blue fabric and pulling her knickers down.  He dragged them down to mid thigh, then took in the view of her thin pubic thatch.  “Oh that’s a nice one!” He exclaimed, “Your mum shaves her twat, did you know? Not bad for a bit of fun, but I like a bit of fur on a pussy, makes it look right somehow.” 

He pushed his hand between her thighs once more and began to stroke her pussy.  “Oh yes! Oh I’m going to have fun with this, I can tell!” He laughed.  “I tell you what, let’s go up to your room.  We can be more comfortable there, and you can show me everything you’ve got, ok?”

He stepped back and waited for her to move.  As if sleepwalking, Helen began to shuffle towards the stairs, still holding her skirt up to her waist.  Edward rubbed his crotch as he grinned and followed her.  She made her way slowly to her room, went inside and stood waiting for him.  He walked confidently into the room and lay down on the bed, hands behind his head.  “Right then, let’s have a look at you.” He said cheerfully, “Why don’t you slip those things off?”

She let go of her skirt then reached for the buttons on her blouse. One by one she opened them, then took off the blouse without looking at him once.  Her skirt went next.  When she realised her knickers were still half way down her thighs she hurriedly pulled them up.  Edward laughed, “There’s no point, I’ve already seen your snatch, and anyway, they’re coming off soon!”

She blushed at his words, then reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra.  She let it fall to the floor, then pushed her knickers down and stepped out of them, then she sighed heavily once more and stood naked in front of him.

His eyes raked across her naked body.  “Not bad at all!” He grinned, “Turn ‘round, let’s have a look at your arse.”  Still sniffing, she turned slowly around for his inspection.  “Oh now that’s cute!” He chuckled, “Really cute!  Like I said, I always thought you had a nice arse, but I never thought I’d get to see it. Come over here and lie down next to me.”

She stumbled across to the bed and lay down awkwardly next to him.  He grinned to himself, then reached out a hand and began to grope her small, firm tits.  She closed her eyes tightly.  “These are nice!  Nice and juicy!” He sniggered.  He began to pay particular attention to her nipples, pinching and squeezing them gently.   “You’ve got nice little nips too.  I like little nips.  Donna’s are like fucking saucers, especially compared to these!”  He dropped his head down and took one into his mouth.  Her mouth turned downward in misery and she turned her head away.

He sucked away on one nipple whilst cupping and squeezing her other tit.  After a few moments his hand moved lower, began to stroke lower down her body.  He was in no hurry, knowing he wouldn’t be refused or rejected.  He slipped his hand over her belly, then began to stroke her thin pubes.  Her body tensed visibly.  He slipped his hand between her legs and began to stroke the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs.  He was surprisingly gentle as he eased her thighs apart, then slowly ran his fingertip along her slit.  A huge sob escaped from her and he smiled to himself.

He kept returning his hand to her inner thighs, gently but insistently pushing her legs apart until she was spread wide open for him, then with another smug grin he began to stroke each of her pussy lips in turn before stroking her slit once more.  Helen alternated between staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes tight to shut out his casual abuse of her body, continually sniffing and sobbing.

After a couple of minutes of gently stroking her slit, he gently pushed his finger between her lips and began to gently rub the folds within.  Soon her body began to betray her and his finger became wet with her juices.  She gasped with shame and shut her eyes tight, turning her head away from him.  He chuckled happily as he found her clit and began to tease it, making her squirm with discomfort.

He suddenly pulled his hand away from her slit and held up his wet finger to her face.  “Look at that!” he grinned, “You’re getting wet.  That means you like it!  Dad said you were a hot little bitch, and he was right!”  He laughed with delight.  “I never would have thought that Helen, the swot, the teachers’ pet, the model student, would get off on having her pussy played with, but you do, don’t you?”

“Please stop Edward.” She sobbed, “Please.”

“Stop now?  When we’re having such a good time? Now why would I want to do that?” He laughed.  “Tell you what, why don’t you get my cock out and stroke it for a bit?  Dad said you liked doing that.”   He took hold of her hand and guided it down to his crotch.

She sniffed again, then reluctantly began to stroke the bulge in his trousers.  He sighed happily and lay back on the bed.  “That’s nice, now get it out and be nice.” He grinned.

She fumbled with the zip of his trousers, then with a sigh of resignation she opened the button and slid her hand inside. He grunted as her slim fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. “Mmmm, nice!” He chuckled, then reached down and pushed his trousers and shorts down, exposing his cock completely.  “Don’t forget my balls. I like having my balls stroked.”

She bit her bottom lip, then stroked his sack with her fingertips.  He sighed contentedly, then reached out and began to play with her tits once more.  His cock was straining and twitching, and as she stroked his shaft again a globule of pre-come appeared on his glans.  He grunted again, then groaned, “Oh fucking yes!”  Then suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him.  She cried out pitifully.  He grinned at her, enjoying her misery.  He took hold of her legs and pushed them wider apart, positioning himself between them, then began to rub his cock along her slit.  She shuddered and groaned, closing her eyes tightly once more.

He shifted his weight forward, easing his cock down along her slit towards her wet hole, then began to enter her.  He chuckled to himself as he slowly pushed his cock into her, easing forwards, then pulling back, only to push in further with the next thrust of his hips.  Soon he was buried deep inside her.  He began to fuck her, slowly, deliberately, grunting with satisfaction all the time.

“Oh yes! Oh fucking yes! Oh shit, yes! Oh fucking marvellous! Ohhh! Ahhh! Mmmmm!”

He began to fuck her faster and faster, driving his cock into her, making her body shake with each thrust.  His entire body was straining, forcing his cock as deep as it would go into her tender body.  Suddenly he tensed and threw his head back, his cock deep inside her.  As he climaxed he grunted with each spurt.

“Nghh! Nghhh! Ahhh! Nghhh! Nghhh! Oooohhhhaaaahhhhhh!”

Finally he was spent, and he collapsed on top of her, gasping and moaning.  She turned her head away, her face a picture of misery.  After a few seconds he rolled away from her and lay on his back, his cock slowly deflating, she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball.

“Now that was fucking good!” He laughed, “You’re a really good fuck, you know that?”  She sniffed and sobbed again.  “Will you stop your fucking winging?” He snapped, “Anyone would think you didn’t like it!” He giggled.  She sniffed again, then fell silent.  He reached out and casually stroked her arse, “Yes, you’re a real good fuck, Helen, I’m going to enjoy having you!”

Helen turned sharply to face him, “You mean you’re going to do that again?” She asked in horror.

“Too fucking right I am!” He laughed, “Fucking Donna or your mum is ok, but it’s going to be fun having you whenever I want.”  He slid off the bed and began to fasten his trousers. 

She started up at him with frightened eyes, “Edward, please promise me you won’t tell anyone, please.”

He grinned again, “Well if you keep being nice to me, then I’ll keep your little secret, ok?”  She nodded sadly. “But of you don’t, then maybe I’ll tell my mates at school what a great fuck you were, go that?”

“I will Edward, I’ll be nice to you, I promise I will.” She said anxiously, “So you won’t tell anyone, will you?  Please Edward?”

“Like I say, you keep being nice and things will be ok.”  He strolled casually from the room, leaving the door wide open.  Helen curled into a ball once more and sobbed softly.

As he walked towards the stairs Sandra came out of her bedroom.  She started at him with surprise and dislike, “What are you doing here?” She demanded.

“Mind your own fucking business.” He snapped.

She gasped with shock, then shot back, “It is my business, you’re in my house.  What are you doing here?”

He looked her up and down, then smiled, “It isn’t your house, it belongs to my dad.  You remember that before you start getting mouthy with me, ok?  And if you must know, I’ve been having some fun with your sister!”

Sandra stared at him, “My sister?  But she hates you?  Why would she want to have fun with you?”

“She didn’t hate me a couple of minutes ago!” He sneered, “In fact, she was really nice to me.”  Sandra paled as she began to comprehend what he was saying.  “She had to be, of course, because if she wasn’t you’d all be thrown out of your nice house.  In fact, you all have to be nice to me and my dad now, don’t you?” He grinned slyly, “Your mum, Helen, even you might have to start being nice soon.  How old are you now, Sandra?”

Sandra took a step backwards, her face a ghostly white.  “What do you mean?” She stammered.

“You know what I mean. Being nice, you know, friendly.  How old are you now?” He repeated, still grinning.

“I’m thirteen.” She said nervously.

“Your tits aren’t very big yet, are they?” He laughed. Sandra gasped with shock, then put her arms across her chest protectively.  “I bet they get bigger though.  Your mum and Helen have both got nice tits, I bet yours are nice too, once they’ve grown a bit!”

Sandra stepped back again, bumping into the frame of her bedroom door.  Her face showed the turmoil of emotions she was suffering, wanting to tell Edward what she thought of him, but knowing that would have unpleasant consequences for her mother.  Edward saw at once that she understood, snickered with satisfaction, “You learn fast, kid.  You don’t want to upset me, now do you?  Because you know what that would mean, right?”

Sandra stared at him, panic in her eyes.  Edward stepped closer, savouring his new-found power, “This your bedroom?” he asked, casually.  Sandra glanced nervously over her shoulder towards her room, then nodded.  “Let’s have a look then.” He said, walking past her into the room.  She gasped with outrage, then followed him in.

“You can’t come in here, it’s my room, it’s private.” She insisted.

“I can go anywhere I want, and do anything I want.” He said casually, “And there’s fuck all you can do to stop me, got that?”  He looked around at the posters on the wall and chuckled.  “Kids stuff!” He laughed.

“Get out, now!” She demanded.

“No.” He said simply, looking at her and smiling.

“I want you to get out of my room Edward.” She insisted.

He sat down on her bed with a sigh, “I can stay here for as long as I want. You can’t do anything about it. Can you?”  She glared at him. “Can you?” He repeated.  He reached out and opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet, began to rifle though the contents.

“Stop that!  They’re my private things.” She shrieked.

“Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” He sneered.

“I’ll tell my mum.” She threatened.

“Tell her, I don’t fucking care.  There’s nothing she can do about it either!”

Sandra stamped her foot in impotent rage, “I want you to get out!” She yelled.

He smiled casually, enjoying her frustration.  “OK, I’ll go, but you have to do something for me first.  You have to pay a penalty.”

“I’m not paying you anything, and anyway, I haven’t got any money.” She said proudly.

“Oh, I don’t want money.” He grinned.

“What then?” She snapped.

“You’ve got to show me your knickers.” He laughed.

She stared at him, shocked and outraged, “What?” She yelled.

“Show me your knickers, then I’ll go.” He said simply.

“No!” She shouted, “I won’t do that.  Get out of my room, now!”

“You’d better do as he says.” Helen said softly from the doorway.

Sandra spun around to look at her sister with shock and surprise.  “Helen! What do you mean do as he says? I can’t do that, you know I can’t.”

“You don’t have a choice.  None of us do.” She said blankly. “You know that.  You know we have to be nice to Richard.”

“Yes but not to him.” Sandra spat.

“Yes, to him as well.” Helen said wearily.

“You mean I’ve got to show him my knickers?” Sandra screeched.

“We have to do anything he wants, him or Richard.”

Sandra looked astounded, “But, but, no one said… mum never told me … I never knew …”

“Well you know now kid.” Edward grinned, “Listen to your sister, she knows the score.  You have to do as you’re told now, or else, out!”

Sandra looked from one to the other, appalled. 

“So I’m not leaving until you’ve shown me you knickers.  Come on, get on with it.” Edward barked, then began to tease, “Come on then little Sandra, show Edward your nice girlie knickers.  Ah, is she shy? Is little Sandra too shy to show Edward her pretty knickers?” He laughed out loud.

Sandra’s face flushed a deep crimson.  She glared at Edward with pure malice, then said simply, “Fine!”  Now in a towering rage, she grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist. Edward took in the view and laughed again, “Oh nice, pretty pink ones! How cute!”  Sandra quickly smoothed her skirt back into place, then said evenly, “Now you’ve seen them you can get out.”

He stood calmly and casually, then sauntered past the two girls, still grinning.  As he passed Helen, now wrapped in a bathrobe, he winked and said, “See you again soon!” She looked away at once, then he continued down the stairs.

As soon as they heard him slamming the back door Sandra began to rant. “That horrible bastard! I hate him.  I’m not going to let him get away with that, the dirty bastard!”

Helen sighed with resignation, “Sandra, there’s nothing we can do, you know that.”

“Yes there is, I’m going to tell mum.”  Sandra insisted.

“There’s nothing mum can do either!” Helen shouted, “Look what happened when Richard came over and made me go to my room with him.  She went over there to make him stop and ended up doing all sorts of stuff for him, and then sucked him off.  Face up to it, Sandra, there’s nothing we can do, not unless we want mum to lose the house.”

Sandra sat down on her bed, her jaw tightly shut, her whole body a knot of rage.  “We’ll see.” She snapped.

About an hour later Sally arrived home.  She was smiling broadly, and her eyes glittered with excitement.  Helen came down the stairs to meet her, “Have a nice time mum?” She asked meekly.

“Yes!” Sally grinned, “It was wonderful, thank you.”

“Well we haven’t had a good time.” Sandra shouted from the top of the stairs.  Sally looked up at her quizzically.  “While you were out Edward came over here, and he said we had to do whatever he said, because if he didn’t we’d get thrown out by Richard.  And he made Helen take him to her room and do things, and then he came into my room and he said we all had to make him and Richard happy, and he wouldn’t get out of my room mum, not until I’d shown him my knickers.”  Sandra finished breathlessly.

Sally’s eyes darted to Helen, “Helen, what happened? Is this true?”

Helen began to cry again, then between sobs she told Sally what had happened.  Sandra listened intently throughout.  When Helen had finished her tale she shouted, “That’s when he came into my room, and he said my tits weren’t very big, and then I had to show him my knickers before he’d leave.”

“Do we have to do what Edward tells us to do, mum?” Helen asked earnestly.

“Yes mum, do we?  Do I have to show him my knickers whenever he wants to see them? Do we mum?” Sandra demanded.

Dally sighed deeply, “Stay here, I’ll go and speak to Richard.” She said.

I followed her over to Richard’s house and stood behind her as she rang the doorbell.  Edward answered the door and grinned broadly when he saw her.  Sally flushed an angry red at sight of her daughters’ tormentor, but said simply, “Can I speak to your father please.”

Edward shouted over his shoulder, “Dad, that woman from next door is here to see you.”  There was movement from inside the house, then Richard appeared, a curious look on his face.

“Richard, I’m sorry to bother you, but could I speak to you for a moment please?” Sally said softly.

Richard stood in the doorway, making no effort to invite her in.  Edward stood slightly behind him, grinning with satisfaction.  “What do you want Sally?” Richard asked tersely.

Sally flushed with embarrassment and anger, “Richard could I speak to you in private please?” When Richard looked as though he was going to refuse she added, “It’s really important.  Please Richard?”

He paused for a moment, then nodded, “Follow me.” He said, swinging the door open.

Sally followed him upstairs to his study, naturally, I followed.  He closed the door behind us and motioned for her to sit down, “What’s the problem, Sally, I’m kind of busy.”

She coughed nervously. “Well, er, it’s like this, Richard.  When we were out this evening, you and me, Edward came to my house.  He started to tell Helen that she had to do whatever he said, he practically threatened her that if she didn’t, he’d speak to you, and you’d make us leave.”

Richard nodded, “Yes, and?”

“Well then he made her take him to her room, and well he, er, he had her, Richard, right there in her own bedroom!” 

Richard chuckled, “Did he, by God!  Cheeky little bugger, he never asked me!”

Sally ignored the comment, “And then he went into Sandra’s room and said the same thing there.  He made her show him her knickers before he’d leave.” She paused to look at him, then went on. “Richard, I know we owe you a lot, and I’m not complaining, but they’re only children, and Edward can always come to me if he wants some, er, well you know.”

Richard nodded.

“So will you have a word with him, make him leave the girls alone, please?”

“Well it doesn’t surprise me what you say.” Richard began, “After all, he’s his father’s son, isn't he?” He chuckled.  “He actually told them that if they didn’t do as he said you’d be all thrown out of the house?”

“Yes.” Sally said emphatically, “That’s exactly what he said.  Now I know what you said, about the girls, but I thought that was just you.  I know you didn’t mean for Edward to…”

Richard stood up suddenly and went to the door.  He opened it and called, “Edward, get in here, now!” 

Edward shuffled in a few moments later, “Yeah, what is it, dad?” He asked innocently. 

Richard looked at him for a moment, “Sally says that while we were out tonight you went to her house and told her girls that if they didn't play nice with you, I’d throw them out of the house, is that right?”

Edward looked at his father blankly, “Yes, what of it?” He shrugged.

“She says that then you took Helen up to her room and gave her a seeing to, and then you made the youngest lift her skirt for you before you left. Is that right?”

Edward smiled, “Yes, that’s right.”

There was a moment of silence, then Richard grinned broadly, “That’s my boy!” He laughed, “Enjoy yourself?”

Edward laughed, “Too right I did!  Helen’s got a cracking little body on her, hasn’t she, dad? And Sandra? Well she was just being mouthy, so I thought I’d take her down a peg or two.”

Sally listened in stunned disbelief for a moment, then interrupted, “Richard!  You said you were going to tell him to leave them alone.”

“I said no such thing.” He snapped, “You wanted me to tell him ‘hands off’, but I never agreed to that.  I can’t see what’s wrong with him having a bit of fun with your little princesses, to be honest.”

“Richard, no! You can’t let him do that.  It’s not right.”  She yelled.

“Keep your bloody voice down, I don’t want the entire bloody family in here.” Richard growled.

“Well then tell him.  Please Richard.” She begged.

“Why should he stay away from them? Are you saying they’re too good for my boy?”

Sally drew a deep breath, “No, of course not, Richard.” She said contritely, “But they’re still so young, Richard.  Please don’t let him do that to them, please, I beg you.  I’ll do anything you want, Richard, you know that, but please leave my girls alone.”

“I told you last time, I won’t have you coming into my home and telling me what you will or will not have, didn’t I?” He barked.

“Yes, Richard, but I wasn’t doing that this time, I promise” She tried to sound reasonable.

“That’s exactly what you are doing, Sally.  Trying to make out that my boy isn’t good enough for your precious little girls, demanding that I order him to stay away from them.  You’ve got some nerve, Sally, I’ll give you that!”

“But I didn’t say it like that Richard, please…”

“Well listen to me, madam, as far as I’m concerned he has every right to play with them.  Both of them.  At the same time if he wants to, and if any of you have a problem with that, then you know what you can do, ok?”

“But Richard please…” She begged.

“Are you arguing with me, Sally?” He said sternly.

Her shoulders sagged dejectedly, “No Richard.”

“And do I assume that you want to continue living in that house, my house?”

“Yes Richard.”

“Well then you have to abide by my rules, don’t you?”

“Yes Richard.”

“And that means all of you, got that?”

“Yes Richard.”

“And both of us, understand?”

“Yes Richard.”

“Good.  And now I think you owe an apology, don’t you?”

“Yes, Richard, I’m sorry Richard.” She said in barely a whisper.

“And what about my boy?” He demanded.

Her lip quivered as she surrendered completely, “I’m sorry Edward.” She muttered.

Edward grinned smugly.  “That’s not good enough, is it?” Richard demanded.  Sally looked confused.  “He needs to know that he’s welcome in your house any time, don’t you son?”

“Too right dad!” Edward chuckled.

“I’m sorry Edward.  You’re welcome in my house any time.” She muttered.

“What? Even if I want to fuck your daughters?” Edward laughed.  Richard guffawed.

Sally nodded sadly, “Yes Edward.” She said softly.

“Well now that’s better.” Richard grinned, “There’s just one more thing, Sally.  Don’t ever come to my front door again, understand?  If you want to see me, you should come to the back door, got that?”  Sally nodded curtly.  Then Richard smiled, “Now to show there are no hard feelings, why don’t you go with Edward to his room and show him how sorry and grateful you are to us all, ok?”

Sally glanced at Richard, then nodded again.  Edward laughed brazenly, then nodded at his father, “Thanks dad! This way, Sally.” He turned and walked casually from the room, Sally stumbled after him.  I followed them both, keen to see what Edward would choose as Sally’s method of apology.

She followed him into his room, and I slipped in behind them both.  Edward threw himself onto the bed, Sally stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.  “What do you want me to do?” She asked quietly.

“Well get your things off for a start, I like seeing women naked!” He chuckled. 

Sally pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her braless tits, then dropped her skirt to reveal stockings, suspenders and nothing else.  “Cool!” He laughed, staring at her shaven pussy.  “Tell me what you did tonight, when you were out with dad.”

She coughed nervously. “He drove me to a place he knows, that we both know.  We parked up, and then some men came and stood around the car, and I, er, …”

“Come on, tell me what you did, Sally!” He giggled.

She coughed again, “Well I, er, took my things off, and then I touched myself while they watched.”

“You played with yourself for an audience of men?”

“Yes.”

“Cool!  Did you play with your tits?”

“Yes.”

“And your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Did you use anything apart from your fingers?”

“A vibrator.” She muttered, blushing deeply.

“You fucked yourself with a vibrator while a bunch of guys watched?”  Sally nodded.  “You randy bitch! I’d like to see you doing that some time, but for now I think I’d like a nice blow-job.” He smiled at her smugly.  She shuffled over to him, then knelt down on the bed and reached for the waistband of his jeans.  Within a few moments she had opened his trousers and freed his cock.  She sighed softly, then lowered her head and began to suck his glans. He sighed with satisfaction, then grunted as she ran her tongue along his shaft.

After a couple of minutes he laughed softly. She looked up at him questioningly.  “I was just thinking, you sucked dad off after he’d fucked Helen for the first time, didn't you?  It’s becoming a kind of tradition, isn’t it? You must be getting used to the taste of her pussy by now!” He laughed again.

She closed her eyes, shamed and humiliated, and gave herself over to sucking and licking his throbbing cock.  A minute or two later he groaned, then reached out and put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down onto his straining cock.  She grunted, then began to choke as he began to shoot his load into her mouth.  He held her there until he had finished, then let his grip slacken.  She pulled away from him, coughing and spluttering, eyes watering and gasping for breath.

After a few moments she said, “Can I go now please Edward?”

“Sure, you can go, but be sure to tell your girlies about dad’s instructions, right?” He smiled.  “I mean, we don’t want any more misunderstandings, do we?”

She pulled on her skirt, then her sweater. “Yes Edward.” She muttered, then turned quickly and left the room.

I followed her back.  She went to the living room and poured herself a large scotch, then sank wearily onto the sofa.  Helen and Sandra stared at her expectantly.  When she didn’t speak Sandra said, “Well?  Did you tell him, mum?  What did you say?  What did he say? Come on, mum, tell us.”

Sally said nothing for a moment, then took a deep breath.  Before she could say a word however, Helen blurted out, “It didn’t do any good, did it?”

Sally shook her head sadly, “I’m afraid not, love. We’re just going to have to be nice to them both.”

Sandra looked horrified, “What, you mean we have to be nice to Edward, and do whatever he says?” She gasped.  “I won’t do it.”  She set her face defiantly.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Helen snorted, “All you had to do was show him your knickers.  I had to do a lot more than that.”

“Yes, but he won’t stop there, will he?  He’s not going to be happy just looking at my knickers for long, is he?” Sandra wailed. “Oh mum, why couldn’t you stop him?”

“I wish I could Sandra, but I can’t.  You know how things are with Richard, and you know that without his help we’d be out on the streets.” She pulled Sandra to her and put her arm around her, hugging her gently, “Come on, love, it’s not really that bad, is it?”

“Not that bad!” Helen screeched, “By the end of tomorrow he’ll have told everyone in the school about what he did to me, and he’ll go on telling them everything.  We’ll be know as slags and sluts, and no one will want to be anywhere near us.”  She began to cry.

I decided it was time to intervene.  “What if I said I would speak to him and make sure he never told anyone?  Would that make this more bearable?” I suggested.  All three of them looked at me anxiously.

“He won’t listen.” Helen said flatly.

“He might. I had a little chat with him when he came over to see your mum, and he hasn’t told anyone about that.  So, would it make it easier to bear if no one else knew?”

“I suppose so.  A bit, anyway.” Helen said grudgingly.

“Yes, in a way, I suppose.” Sandra agreed.

“Then I’ll go and see him right now.” I smiled.  The look of relief on their faces was a picture!  I marched over to Richard’s house, found Edward and gave him all the necessary instructions.  After a couple of minutes he would rather have cut his own tongue out than tell anyone about his fun with Sally and the girls!

On my return I found that the girls had gone to their rooms, and I decided a little additional programming was called for.  I spoke to Sandra first.  I went to her room, gave her a reassuring cuddle, then put her under.

“How did you feel when you had to show Edward your knickers?” I asked.

“I was really angry, because I don’t see why we have to do all that stuff, just to keep Richard and Edward happy.  Why can’t we just move to another house?”

I implanted the belief that it would be disastrous for them to lose the house, and that they would all do whatever was necessary to prevent that from happening.

“How do you feel about Edward being able to tell you what to do?”

“It’s awful, just awful!” She whined, “I’ve never liked him.  When I was younger he used to tease me or call me rude names.  Helen hates him too, and she has to go to school with him.  Now he can come into our home, into my room, and tell me what to do. Oh God, I hate it!”

“But you don’t have any choice, do you?” I prompted.

“No, I suppose not.” She said sadly.

“I thought you wanted to be involved?  You asked your mum just the other day when you could get involved in making Richard happy.”

“Yes, but that was Richard.  I don’t mind him so much, but I don’t like Edward.”  She insisted.

“But you’re going to have to put up with it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Because there’s nothing you can do about it, is there?”

“No.”

“So you’ll do what you’re told to do, because you have no choice, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sandra, you have to keep Richard and Edward happy, don’t’ you?”

“Yes.”

I told her to count to twenty, and then wake up.  Then I went to Helen’s room.  As with Sandra, I put her under and then started to probe her mind.

“Tell me how you feel about what happened with Edward tonight.”

“It was horrible, like a nightmare.  I knew there was nothing I could do to get away, and I knew what would happen, but I just kept hoping he’d stop.”

“But he didn't stop, did he?  He went right on and had his fun with you, didn’t he?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“What was the worst part?” I teased.

“Oh God, all of it.” She cried, “From when he made me say that I had to do whatever he said, then I had to show him my knickers and he laughed at me.  Then he made me lift my skirt up, and he put his hands between my legs, and he could feel my pussy.  And then he pulled my knickers down, and he was looking at me.  Then I had to take him up to my bedroom, and he made me get undressed, and he could see everything. Then I had to lie next to him on the bed, and he was touching me all over, and saying things about me, about my body, and then he was on top of me and he was pushing his cock into me. Oh it was just so horrible.”  She was out of breath and panting by the time she finished.

“But part of you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“No! None of it.  I hated it all.”

“But your pussy got wet when he played with it.  How do you explain that?”

“I can’t.” She said simply, “I don’t know how that happened.”

“I think part of you liked what happened.” I suggested.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t like it at all.” She groaned.

“But it will probably happen again, won’t it?”

“Yes. I know it will.”

“When you were with Richard you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Not that first time, but after that, yes.” She sighed.

“From now on, you will dislike the idea of being with Edward, but whenever he touches you, you will find it very sexy.  Once he has started to touch you, you will want him to continue, and you will want him to have sex with you, understand?”

“Yes.” 

I left her alone to count herself awake and absorb the new programming.  Then I decided to pay a visit to Hannah.  I had decided to give her a hard time, as she hadn’t delivered the film I’d ordered her to make.  When I confronted her about it she began to stammer apologies.

“Oh please don’t be angry with me Steve, please.  I tried to make the film, honestly I did, but it wasn’t any good, well, not like the films you can see on the internet, anyway.  The camera kept moving, and I couldn’t keep it focussed on me.  You can see it Steve, but it isn’t very good.  I’m really, really sorry Steve, I really am.”  She whined.

“Show me then.” I said tersely.

She fetched the camera immediately and handed it to me.  She was right, the film she had made was poor.  The camera shook, blurring the image, and she had tried to film from too far away for any real detail to be seen.  “This is rubbish!” I snorted.

She hung her head in shame, “I know Steve, I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll get you a tripod for the camera, then you can have another go.” I said. 

She heaved a sigh of relief, “Oh thank you Steve!” She gushed.

“But you still have to be punished, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes Steve.” She said softly, “Are you going to spank me?”

“No, not tonight.  I’ll tell you what your punishment shall be, shall I?”  She nodded.  “Tomorrow I want you to wear your tightest T-shirt to college, and no bra underneath, right?”

“Yes Steve.”

“Do you have any short skirts?”

“No, not really.  I don’t like them.” She said apologetically.

“Well tomorrow I want you to go out and get one, understand?  Then I want you to wear it around college.  I want you to make sure that at least four different boys get a look at your knickers, got that?”

She swallowed nervously, “Yes Steve.”

“Have you got any brightly coloured knickers?”

She thought for a moment, “I’ve got some red ones.” She offered.

“Good.  Wear those.  I want those boys to know that they’ve seen them, understand that?”

“Yes Steve.”

I opened my trousers and took out my cock. ”Now you can show me how sorry you are.” I grinned.

She fell to her knees and began to suck hungrily on my cock. Caressing my balls lovingly.  Within moments my cock was stiff and throbbing and she was gasping and panting with desire.  “Take your jeans and knickers down, I want to fuck your arse.” I grunted.

She shuddered as she stood up, then quickly pulled her jeans and knickers down to her knees.  She reached behind her and pulled out the but plug she now used almost continually.  She reached out to put it in her dressing table, but I had an idea and said, “Stop.  I want you to put that in your mouth while I fuck you.”

She flushed a deep, shamed red, then slowly raised the plug to her lips.  She closed her eyes, then took it into her mouth and bent over.  I moved behind her and positioned my cock against her puckered hole, then pushed forward.  My cock slid effortlessly into her back door and I was soon in her up to the hilt.  She moaned softly as I drove into her, then gasped as I took hold of her hips and pulled her roughly back onto my shaft,  I pushed my hands forward under her T-shirt and found that she had put the leash on her tits.  As I pushed my cock into her I pulled on it hard, stretching her nipples.  She gasped again, then sighed with pleasure onto the plug in her mouth.

Soon she was whimpering and moaning with each stroke, her tits stretched painfully by the leash she had attached to her nipples.  I reached around her and felt for her clit, pinching and stretching it too.  She grabbed hold of the foot of the bed tightly, thrusting her hips back onto my cock, moaning and wailing.  I knew she was close to climax and drove my cock into her savagely, yanking on her leash hard and pinching her sensitive clit between my thumb and forefinger.  She began to grunt onto the plug in her mouth.

“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Suddenly, she climaxed, her body shaking violently.  As her climax faded I felt my own orgasm begin.  I pulled my cock from her arse and forced her to her knees, then I positioned my cock next to her face and began to shoot my jism.  Her eyes opened wide with shock as the first hot, sticky string landed on her skin, then she quickly took the plug out of her mouth and opened wide, inviting me in.  I fired another couple of bursts across her face, then plunged my cock into her mouth.

As I finished shooting my jism across her face she looked up at me lovingly and smiled.  She licked her lips, then began to massage the strings of come into her face.  When she finished she licked her fingers almost purring with content.  “Steve I love the way you make me feel.” She sighed, “Even when I’m doing the most slutty things, and I feel so cheap and dirty inside, I feel so good.  How is that possible?” She frowned.

“You just know how to have a good time.” I grinned, “And you know that if you do what I tell you, you’ll enjoy it, right?”  She smiled again, then nodded happily.  “So tomorrow, when you show your knickers to the boys, you’ll feel embarrassed, but you’ll enjoy it too, yes?  It’s just like when you sent those pictures to my friend.  I bet you felt really embarrassed, didn’t you?”  She blushed and nodded again. “But you got really turned on too, didn’t you?”

“Oh God yes!” She sighed, “I had to, you know, do it to myself after that, because I was feeling so hot!”  She smiled shyly at the memory.

“Well remember that tomorrow, when you’re letting those boys see up your skirt.” I chuckled, “And they won’t be the only ones who enjoy it, will they?”

“No Steve, I mean yes Steve!” She giggled.

The following day, minutes after the girls had arrived home from school Edward came sauntering through the back door.  He glanced at Sally and grinned, she blushed and looked away.  “Where are the girls?” He asked nonchalantly.

Sally blanched, looked at him with wide, staring eyes.  She crossed the room and stood in front of him, then reached out her hand and began to stroke the front of his trousers.  “I don’t know why you want to bother with the girls.” She said seductively, “I can give you more than enough to keep you happy, Edward.”

He looked at her and grinned as she continued to stroke his crotch.  She took hold of his hands and brought them up to her tits, then pressed each one in turn into her firm globes.  She slowly lowered the zip of his trousers and slid her hand inside, caressing his cock.  She smiled at him from under her eyelashes, “Gosh, you feel good today Edward!” She sighed, “You’re all big and stiff!  Why don’t we go to my room and see if I can’t make you feel good?”

He grinned at her, “What have you got in mind, Sally?” He laughed.

“Oh anything you want, Edward. Really, anything you want.” She breathed, stroking his cock rhythmically.

“Will you suck my cock?” He grinned.

“You know I will.” She said softly.

“And let me fuck you up the arse?”

She shuddered, “Oh yes! Oh yes Edward, that would be fantastic!”

“Would you suck my cock clean after it’s been up your shitter?”

“Anything.  Anything you want Edward, you only have to say and I’ll do it for you.” 

He looked at her smugly for a moment, then smiled, “Nah! I don’t fancy giving you one today.  Maybe next time, hey Sal?  Now where did you say the girls are?”

Her face paled.    She leaned in closer to him, began to kiss and lick his neck, her hand still stroking his cock, “Please Edward.” She breathed, “I really need a big, hard cock inside me.  You won’t be disappointed, I promise you.”

He frowned at her, “Look, I told you, I don’t fancy giving you one today, now where are the girls?” He demanded.

Sally looked stricken.  “They’re upstairs.” She said sadly, knowing what would happen next.

Edward grinned, “Nice one! I’ll just go and say hello to them both.” He chuckled, “Thanks for the invite, Sal, another time, maybe.”  He stepped away from her and fastened his trousers before making for the stairs.  He bounded up to the landing then strode purposefully to Sandra’s room.  He marched in without knocking. 

Sandra was sitting at her desk reading.  As the door opened she squawked a protest, “Hey, why don’t you knock before …. Oh, it’s you.”  She looked at him, defiance written across her face.

He smiled at her, “Yes, it’s me, and I don’t have to knock, do I?”  He closed the door behind him, then sat on the edge of her bed.  “Go on, say it.  I don’t have to knock, do I?”

“No Edward, I suppose not.” She said grudgingly.

“No ‘suppose’ about it, I can come in here whenever I want, and do whatever I want, and you can’t do anything about it, can you?”  He said triumphantly.

“No Edward.” She said.

“And you know what I’ve come for today, don’t you?”  She shook her head, jaw clamped tight.  “Yes you do!” He grinned, “Of course you do!  I’ve come to have a look at your nice, pretty little knickers again, haven’t I?” She flinched at his words.  “I mean, I only got a quick flash last night, and I fancied having a really good look today. So go on then, let me see.” 

Sandra sat frozen at her desk.  “Don’t make me tell you again.” He said threateningly.  She sighed sadly, then slowly got to her feet.  She moved from behind the desk and stood facing him, then began to lift her skirt.  He giggled to himself, then said, “I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you take your skirt off altogether, then I can have a proper look at you.”

She bit her lip and dropped her head, then reached ‘round and began to open her skirt.  With another heavy sigh she let it fall to the floor, exposing plain white knickers.  He smiled broadly, “Oh cute! Nice, clean white ones!  How sweet!”  She blushed furiously. “Come over here, I want to have a good look.”

She shuffled towards him, then stopped just inches from him.  “Nice!” He said smugly, “Very nice indeed.  Turn around then, I want to see your cute little arse!”  She shuffled around until she had her back to him.  He sniggered, then reached out his hand and in one smooth movement he grabbed her knickers and dragged them down to her knees.  Sandra shrieked with shock and alarm, and immediately began to pull them back up.

“Just fucking stay there.” He barked, “Or you know what’ll happen.”  She froze, her hand clutching her knickers, which were now bunched around her thighs.  He took in the view of her pert cheeks, then chuckled again.  “What’s the matter, is little Sandra all shy?” He mocked, “Is she scared that nasty Edward will see her pussy?”  He laughed out loud, then ran his hand across her cheeks. She whimpered miserably at his touch.  “But you know that nasty Edward can come and have a look at your pussy any time he wants, don’t you?” He chuckled.  “In fact, turn around. I want to have a look at it right now.”

With a quiet sob she began to turn, still clutching her knickers to cover her slit.  He grinned again, then reached out and pulled her hands away and dragged her knickers down to her knees once more.  Then he stared at her slit.  “Ahh! Look at little Sandra’s pretty little cunt!” He laughed, then reached out and pinched a few strands of her blonde pubic hair with his thumb and forefinger, “And she’s even got some hair on it! How very grown up!” He laughed.

Sandra’s face was a scalding hot red. Tears had escaped from her eyes and were rolling slowly down her cheeks.  When he tugged gently on her pubes she covered her face with her hands and sobbed.  Edward laughed softly, then pushed his finger between her thighs and stroked her slit.  “Don’t worry little Sandra.” He said mockingly, “Nasty Edward isn’t going to do anything to your nice pussy, at least not today.”  He pulled his hand away, then stood up.  Sandra glared at him from behind her hands, then Edward calmly walked from the room, leaving the door open.  A soon as he had left the room she ran to the door and slammed it shut, then fell face down on her bed and sobbed bitterly.

I left the room quietly and caught up with Edward as he flung open the door of Helen’s room.  She had begun to change out of her school uniform, and stood in the middle of the room wearing her crisp grey skirt and bra, her blouse had been discarded.  She gasped with shock and embarrassment as Edward sauntered in, grinning from ear to ear.  “Glad to see you’re getting ready for me!” He laughed.  Helen covered her tits with her arms and shrank back from him.

“Come on, Helen, don’t be shy!  I’ve seen it all before, remember, and besides, I’ve been thinking about your pussy all afternoon.”  He grinned.

She looked appalled, “Edward, you didn’t tell anyone did you, about last night I mean?”

“No, of course not.” He snapped, “I said I’d keep quiet if you did as you were told, and I have.  At least, I have so far.”  He said pointedly.

She flushed a deep, shamed red, then sighed.  “What do you want me to do?” She said softly.

“Well carry on getting your things off for a start!” He laughed, “Then we can get down to some real fun.”

She lowered her head and closed her eyes, pausing for a moment, then she unfastened her bra and took it off, dropping it on top of her blouse.  She took a deep breath then let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing pale blue knickers.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor.  Then she stood, head bowed as he surveyed her.

“Good girl!” He smiled, “Now I remember my dad telling me how cute you looked when you were playing with your pussy for him.  Lie down on the bed and do it for me.” He said casually, as if asking for some minor favour.  She sighed again and walked stiffly to the bed, then lay down.  Edward moved to the foot of the bed and smiled as he looked down on the naked fifteen-year-old. 

She bent her knees, bringing them up towards her chest, then with another sigh which sounded more like a sob she let her legs fall open, revealing her slit.  Edward snickered with delight as she began to stroke her pussy, rubbing the lips gently.  She glanced up at him briefly to see his face leering at her, then she closed her eyes tightly.  She spread her thighs wider apart and slipped her finger between her pussy lips, began to stroke her clit.  After a few seconds she gasped and whimpered as the sensations began to course through her.

“That’s good!” He grunted, “You look good doing that.  Enjoying yourself?” 

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, eyes still tightly closed.   “You look as thought you are.” He grinned.  She stroked her finger along her clit, then pushed it down to the entrance to her pussy.  She slipped it inside her and sighed, then reached up with her free hand and began to cup her tits, one at a time.  She sighed again as she caressed each tit, then ran her fingertips over her nipples. 

She opened her legs still further, spreading herself wide open, then stroked her clit a few times, before circling her sensitive bud with her fingertip.  Within seconds she was sighing contentedly and pushing her hips up to meet her finger, which glistened with her juices.

“Shit you really are enjoying this, aren’t you!” He laughed as he rubbed his crotch.  “Fucking hell, you’re going to bring yourself off in a minute, aren’t you?”  She moaned softly, continued to tease her clit with her fingertip.  Edward watched in fascination for a few more seconds, then said, “Alright, you can stop that now.  I’ve got a better idea.”

Helen opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly, her face flushed.  She closed her legs, her hand still caressing her pussy, and watched as he quickly took off his clothes.  As he dropped his trousers he eyes stared at his stiff cock.  There was a faint look of desire in her eyes.  “You’re going to suck my cock.” He told her, “But I want to have a play with your pussy at the same time, so we’ll go like in a sixty-nine, ok?”

He lay on the bed next to her and she shuffled into position.  She threw her leg across him, spreading herself open, then with a sigh she took hold of his cock and lowered her face towards it.  She hesitated for a moment, her lips inches away from his glans, then she closed her eyes once more and took his cock into her mouth.  He groaned and shuddered as her tongue went to work, caressing his glans as she sucked gently.  Then she stroked and tickled his balls.  His eyes opened wide with surprise, then he reached out and ran his hands over her plump arse.

She was soon sucking enthusiastically on his stiff cock as he stroked her arse, and then ran a fingertip along her slit.  She shuddered as she felt him slip his finger between her lips, finding her clit.  As he began to tease her she wriggled her hips and moaned.  Then he gently pulled her lips apart and lowered his face towards her.  He reached out with his tongue and touched the tip of her clit.  Her body went rigid and she let out a gasp of pleasure, making him grin.

“You randy little bitch!” He chuckled, “You love the feel of a tongue on your clit, don’t you?”  Her response was to suck hungrily on his cock, pumping the shaft into her mouth.  Edward groaned again, “Oh fucking hell, yes!” He sighed, then put his mouth over her pussy and began to lick between her delicate folds, driving his tongue into her pussy.  She whimpered with pleasure, taking his cock even deeper into her mouth and pushing her hips back towards him.  He pushed two fingers into her as he licked her clit, slowly fucking her.  She shuddered with pleasure, then dropped her head and began to lick his balls, her fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft.

They lay together, bodies entwined, gasping and moaning with pleasure.  After several minutes Edward lifted his face from her pussy and said, “I want my cock up inside you, now!”

Helen looked over her shoulder at him, her face flushed pink with pleasure.  She swung her leg over him, then sat back on her haunches and looked at him shyly, waiting for his next instruction.  He grinned at her lecherously, then said, “You go on top.  Show me how you like having a cock up you!”

She moved forward on the bed at once, straddling him and taking hold of his cock.  Then she positioned the head of his shaft between her pussy lips and began to sink slowly down onto him.  She closed her eyes again, this time concentrating on the pleasure of the moment.  She eased herself down further onto his cock, then began to rock her hips back and forth as she sank down onto him.

Edward grunted with pleasure, then sighed happily as she fell forward and put her hands on his shoulders and drove her hips down the final inch or two of his cock.  He was now in her up to the hilt, and she was grinding her pussy on his shaft and gasping with pleasure.  A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, her face glowing pink.  He reached up with both hands and kneaded her firm tits.  A long, tremulous sigh escaped from her and she began to ride him faster and faster.  He suddenly grasped hold of her hips and pushed his pelvis up, lifting her off the bed.  Her eyes opened wide with surprise, and then he began to pull her roughly back and forth on his shaft.

She gripped his shoulders tightly, her mouth open, face furrowed in concentration, and then she started to climax.  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” Her body shook with pleasure.  He suddenly let his hips fall back onto the bed and rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion.  Then he began to drive his cock into her savagely, making her entire body shake with each thrust.  She grabbed hold of his arse, pulling him into her, and wrapped her legs around him, still moaning and whimpering.  As he started to shoot his jism into her she craned her neck and began to kiss and lick his ear.  Finally he collapsed on top of her with a groan and a shudder.

As he lay there recovering she stroked his back, making his muscles shiver, then he rolled away from her with a contented sigh.  “Fuck me that was good!” He smiled.  Helen smiled back at him, then turned away from him.  After a few moments he grinned and reached out his hand, stroking it along her back until he reached her plump arse.  “That sounded like a good one for you.” He said with a smile, “You see, not all bad, is it?”

“I suppose not.” She said quietly.

Edward got up off the bed with a satisfied smile on his face, then calmly dressed before making his way to the bedroom door.  Before he left he turned to Helen and smiled at her, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.  As long as you keep performing like that, of course!”  He laughed to himself, then left.  Helen lay on her bed and slowly curled herself into a ball.  A few moments later Sally and Sandra both came rushing into the room.

“Oh my darling I’m so sorry.” Sally said with a sigh, “Was it awful for you?”

Helen sat up slowly, seeming to think about the question.  “No, it wasn’t awful, not really.” She said, sounding puzzled by her own reaction.

“What did you have to do?” Sandra asked eagerly.  Before Helen could answer she went on, “he came into my room, and I had to take my skirt off so he could see my knickers.  and he made me turn around for him, so he could see my bum. And when I had my back to him he pulled my knickers down, and then I had to turn around again, and he looked at my pussy.  He even felt it!” She gasped, still outraged.

“Yes, well I had to do more than that.” Helen replied.

“Tell us then.” Sandra urged, her eyes once more glittering with excitement.

With another heavy sigh Helen began to tell her mother and sister what had happened.  Sally put a comforting arm around her daughter and hugged her  as she told them what had happened.  As she reached the end of her story she began to cry.

“I knew you were being brave.” Sally said sadly, “When you said it wasn’t awful.”

“It’s not that I’m crying about.” Helen sniffed.

“Well what then?” Sandra asked bluntly.

“It’s because he made me come.” Helen sobbed, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Sally folded Helen into her arms, then said, “Don’t worry about it love.  It’s just the same for me.  I don’t like what Richard does to me, but somehow I always seem to enjoy it, at least my body does, my mind is something else.”  She managed a wry smile.

“Really?” Helen asked, looking her mother in the eyes. Sally nodded.

“I don’t understand.” Sandra said flatly, “I mean you both say you don’t like what you have to do, but you both come whenever it happens.  How can you come when you don’t like it?”

“I don’t know.” Sally and Helen said in unison.  Then they both looked at one another and grinned sheepishly.

“I hated it when Edward looked at my pussy.  I just hated it.  It didn’t make me feel nice or anything.  I just hated it, and I hate him too.”  She said defiantly.  She looked to Sally for a reaction.  Sally simply shrugged.  Sandra fell silent for a moment, then said, “Will I like it when he does it to me?”

“Who says he’s going to do it to you?” Helen said.

“Well he’s bound to, isn’t he?  I mean, he said he wasn’t going to do anything to me, but then he said ‘not today’. So that means he’s going to do something to me one day, doesn’t it?  Will I like it mum?”

“I don’t know, Sandra, I really don’t.”

There was a brief silence in the room, then Sally got up and left.  As soon as she had gone Sandra began her questioning.  “So what did it feel like when he made you get undressed for the first time?  Did you get excited then?  Were you excited right away tonight, or did it get to you after a while?  What did it feel like when he came inside you?”

Helen answered them all patiently, giving detail where Sandra demanded them.  Sandra perched on Helen’s bed, eyes alight with excitement.  After a few minutes she discretely slipped her hand between her thighs, began to stroke her pussy over her skirt.  As Helen continued to describe what had happened, Sandra’s face blushed.  Soon she was staring at Helen in fascination, her breathing shallow.  After a few more minutes she gasped and said, “Oh God Helen, I’m getting all tingly!”

Helen smiled at her, then said, “I’m not surprised, you’ve been playing with your pussy for ages!  If you’re going to ask me all these questions, you might as well have a good fiddle with it.”

They looked at one another for a moment, then both were giggling. In moments Sandra had dropped her skirt and pushed her knickers down, then she lay across Helen’s bed, spread her legs apart and began to stroke her pussy lips.  I could see how wet she had become listening to Helen.  Her fingers glistened and her lips were swollen.  She began to stroke and tease her clit, sighing with pleasure.  Then Helen began to tease her.  “I wonder if you will like it when Richard or Edward decide to have some fun with you?”

Sandra gasped and stared at her.  “Imagine how it will feel, when you have to take all your clothes off in front of one of them, so that they can see everything! Maybe they’ll make you play with your pussy too?  That’s what I had to do, after all.  Can you imagine how you’ll feel when they’re standing there watching you while you do this?”

Sandra’s fingers began to rub faster.  Helen went on, “And you’ll try not to let them see that you’re enjoying it, but they’ll know.  You can’t help it after a while, and they’ll be able to see how wet you’re getting.”

“Oh Helen!” Sandra gasped, “Would they really make me do that, do you think?”

“They made me.  Both of them. I had to just lay there with my legs open and play with my pussy.  I don’t know which was worse, Richard, with his way of ordering me about, or Edward, who treats everything like it’s a huge joke.  But there I was, wide open for them, and playing with my pussy like a dirty slut.”

Sandra groaned, her fingers moving still faster.

“Then they made me suck their cocks.  Men like that, when you suck their cocks, only Edward made me do it with my pussy towards him, and he was touching me there, and then he started to lick my pussy too.  And when he started to lick my clit, well I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist, and I knew he would see how turned on I was becoming.  That’s when I felt really dirty and ashamed.  Maybe you’ll feel the same when they make you suck their cocks.  Maybe they’ll come in your mouth and make you swallow it all.” Helen grinned.  Sandra began to buck and writhe on the bed, gasping and moaning as she climaxed.

As soon as she had finished climaxing, Sandra quickly gathered up her things and ran from the room sobbing.  Helen lay back on her bed and sighed.  After a few moments she sighed again, then let her legs fall open and began to stroke her pussy lips.  She quickly built up a steady rhythm, slipping her finger into her pussy, finding her clit.  She was soon sighing and moaning as she teased and stroked her stiff little clit towards another climax.

I left her to her pleasure and went to find Sandra.  She was curled up into a ball on her bed, sobbing softly, still naked from the waist down.  I took a moment to savour the firm, small cheeks of her arse and the paper-cut slit of her pussy before putting her under.

“Sandra, why are you upset?”

“Because I shouldn’t like all that stuff, should I?  I mean, how could I possibly like the idea of Richard and Edward making me do those things?” She sniffed.

“But you do like the idea, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She sobbed.  “I’m just a slut like Helen, and mum too.” She wept.

“Helen isn’t a slut, neither is your mum.  They do what they have to do.  They have no choice, you know that.  But they are sensible enough to see that they might as well enjoy it too.  What’s wrong with that?”

“But they say they hate it.” She protested, “They keep on saying that they hate having to be nice to Richard and Edward, and then they enjoy it when it happens.  I don’t want to be like that.”

“Don’t you?”

“No. I really don’t.”

“But you enjoyed listening to what happened to Helen, didn’t you?  And you liked the idea of having to please Richard and Edward so much that you had an orgasm, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

I took her deeper, down to the place where I knew I could control her completely.  “Sandra, I think you’re jealous of your mum and Helen.  That’s right, isn’t it?  You feel jealous because they’re getting all the attention, having all the fun.  Isn’t that right?”

“A bit, yes.” She sniffed.

“Of course you are.  You want to prove that you can be as good at pleasing Richard and Edward as either of them, don’t you?”

“Yes.

“And you want to know how it feels to be with them, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Just like when Helen went to see the doctor.  You were jealous then too, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ll want them both to want you, you’ll want them both to order you to please them.  And you’ll enjoy it when they do, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Now I want you to count to twenty, and then wake up.  When you wake you will feel incredibly sexy, and you’ll want to come to me and make me happy, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Now start to count.”

I made my way from her room and went to Sally’s bedroom.  She was just emerging from the bathroom, a robe wrapped around her. She smiled warmly when she saw me.

“You going out with Richard tonight?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, I think so.  If he comes for me.” She answered hesitantly.

“Oh, I’m sure he will Sal.” I laughed, “After all, he seems to enjoy watching you put on your show, doesn’t he?”

She flushed deeply.  “Are you sure you’re ok with this, I mean you don’t mind?”

“I want you to have a good time, Sal.  Besides, you need to practice a bit more before I arrange for you to put on that show at Bob’s place.”

She stared at me with a look of excitement and horror on her face.  “You still think I can do that?”

“You’d better!  I’ve already arranged it with Bob!  You’re going over there in a couple of days’ time.  Now get ready and make sure you put on a good show tonight, ok?”

“Yes Steve.” She said.  She sounded timid, but her eyes were glittering with excitement.

Moments later Sandra burst into the bedroom. “Steve, oh God, where are you? Oh God I’ve got to be with you Steve, right now!”  She stopped abruptly when she saw her mother.  “Oh, hi mum.  I thought you were out with Richard.”

Sally smiled at Sandra’s urgency, “Don’t worry love, I will be soon.”  She dropped her bathrobe and quickly pulled on a skirt and loose fitting top, then she checked her make-up in the mirror.  “I’ll see you later.  Have fun you two!” She giggled, then left the room, closing the door behind her.  Sandra listened for the sound of Sally’s steps going down the stairs, then threw herself into my arms, panting and gasping, kissing my face and neck feverishly.

“Oh God Steve, will you do it to me tonight, Steve?  Will you do it to me now, Steve?  Right now?  Oh I want it so bad tonight Steve, please do it to me Steve.”

Her fingers had already found the zip of my trousers and pulled it down.  Now she slid her small hand inside and began to stroke my stiffening cock.  “Ooooh! That feels nice!” She giggled.  I lifted the grey school skirt she was wearing and found that she hadn’t bothered to put on any knickers. 

My hand stroked the smooth, firm skin of her pert arse. “Did you forget your knickers, then?” I chuckled.

“I couldn’t be bothered putting any on, Steve. I hoped I wouldn’t be wearing them for long!”  She looked up at me and giggled deliciously.  Then she pushed my trousers down and dropped her head, began to suck hungrily on my cock.  “Am I a slut Steve?” She asked after a moment or two.

“No, not at all.  You just enjoy having a good time!” I grinned.

She sighed contentedly, then with another giggle resumed sucking and licking my glans.  After a few moments my cock was stiff and throbbing.  I began to open the buttons on her blouse, but to my delight she simply pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.  I flicked the catch of her skirt open and watched as it slid down her legs.  I smiled to myself as she casually stepped out of it, then stood before me stark naked, still wrapping her tongue around my shaft.

I steered her to the bad and lay next to her.  I slipped my hand between her thighs and she gasped as I gently pushed my finger between her folds and found her clit.  In seconds she was squirming around on the bed, her fingers gripping my cock tightly.  “Oh God Steve!” She gasped, “Oh this is fantastic.  Will you put it in me Steve? Please?”

I moved quickly between her thighs and placed my cock at the entrance to her warm, wet tunnel, then I eased forward, slipping slowly inside her.  She threw her arms around my neck and gasped, her eyes wide with pleasure and excitement.  “Oh yes!  Oooohh! Oh! Oh that feels so good!”

She thrust her hips up to meet my cock, driving it in deeply.  Her body shuddered with pleasure and her grip around my neck tightened.  “Oh Steve! Oh I love it when you put your lovely cock inside me! I want you to do it to me all the time Steve, every day.  And every night I lay in bed and think about how it feels when you put your cock into me, or I think about how your cock feels, how it tastes.  I remember how your stuff tastes, like when you came in Helen’s pussy and I got to lick it out.  Oh that was lovely!”

I began to fuck her with increasing speed.  She moaned and sighed with each stroke, continuing her commentary. “And then there was the time you put it up my bottom! Oh that was so good!  I know you didn’t think I could take it up there, but I knew I could.  I knew I wanted you to put your cock up my bum, and then you did! Oh that was fantastic!  But best of all is when you come in my mouth. Oh I love to feel your cock just before you come.  It goes really, really stiff, like it’s going to explode, and then you twitch and it starts to shoot all that lovely stuff into my mouth.  Oh and it’s so hot and sticky and salty! Oh God, Steve, oh it’s just fantastic. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God Steve, oh I’m coming.”

I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and it was enough to bring me to the edge.  I let my climax sweep over me, and as I began to shoot into her she gasped and sighed, “Oh God yes! Oh that’s wonderful!”  I drove my cock deep into her tender flesh, feeling her body respond to mine, shooting my jism into her.  As I began to subside I rolled away from her and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.  Within moments she had rolled towards me, gasping and giggling.  “Oh God Steve, that was really fantastic.  Wow!”  She leaned over and planted a kiss on the tip of my cock, then giggled again.  “You know what I’m going to do now?” She asked, eyes glittering.

“No, what?” I smiled.

“I’m going to Helen’s room and tell her that you just did me, and I’ll tell her that all your lovely stuff is up my pussy, and I know she’ll want to lick it out of me, because she likes the taste of it as much as me!”  She giggled again, “And then she’ll lick my pussy for ages and ages!  See you Steve!”  She skipped from the room leaving her clothes on the floor.

By the time I made my way downstairs, Sally had left with Richard.  I made my way over to Richard’s house and met Donna by the front door.  She glanced at me and blushed furiously.  I smiled at her and said, “What had Edward been doing to you today, then?”

She gasped with shock and outrage.  “Little bastard.  I had no idea what a nasty little bugger he was.  Last night he made me get undressed and dance around naked for him.  Then I had to put that horrible bloody thing up my bottom again, and he smacked my arse until it felt like it was on fire.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, he made me pose for more of those bloody awful pictures again.  He says he’s selling them to his mates at school, and I believe him.” She sniffed back the tears, “It’s just the sort of warped thing he would do.”

“I bet you like it really.” I teased.

“Jesus Steve, how can you even think that? Oh it’s just awful having to put up with the things he wants me to do, and not being able to tell the little bastard to go to hell.  Can’t you stop him?  Please Steve?  I’ll do anything you want, only please make him stop.”

“Sorry Donna, but you’ve been a naughty girl, and you have to be punished, don’t you?”

“If you say so, then ok, Steve.” She said with a heavy sigh.

“Good girl.” I smiled and gave her a crisp smack on her arse.  She squealed with shock, then lowered her head in shame as I left her.  I went straight to Hannah’s room, where she was as delighted to see me as ever.

“Did you carry out your punishment today?” I demanded at once.

“Yes, of course I did Steve.  I did everything you said, except for one thing.”

“Which was?”

“I didn’t buy a short skirt, like you said, instead, I wore my old gym skirt, from school.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“Let me show you what I wore.” She smiled eagerly at me.  I nodded and she quickly undressed.  For a moment she stood before me wearing only bright red knickers, then she had pulled on a tight T-shirt and wriggled into her short, grey skirt.  Then she stood in front of me and smiled.  “Was this ok, Steve?” She asked nervously.

“Looks fine to me.  Did you make sure the boys got to see up your skirt?”

She blushed.  “There were loads of them who saw my knickers today!” She exclaimed, then giggled.  “Every time I sat down anywhere I knew one of them could see up my skirt.  I know I had to let at least four see my knickers, Steve, but there must have been load more than that!”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“Well at first I was really embarrassed, you know?  But then I started to feel sexy, and I knew that they were having a good time looking at my boobs in my tight T-shirt, and looking up my skirt, and I started to like it.”

“So you made a point of showing yourself off to them?” I suggested.

“I suppose I must have.” She said softly, “Are you angry with me, Steve?  Have I been naughty?”

“You’ve been very naughty, which is just the way I want you to be.  I’m going to smack your bottom this evening, but not because I’m angry with you.  Instead, you can think of it as a special treat, for doing what you were told, ok?”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “Really Steve?”  She gasped, “Oh thank you!”  She immediately pushed her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them, then bent double and flipped her skirt up, revealing her firm, shapely arse.  She glanced over her shoulder appealingly.  “I’m ready, Steve.” She said in a little girl voice.

I delivered a dozen or more stinging slaps to her shapely arse.  She gasped as each connected, then sighed as the pain turned to pleasure.  After I delivered the last one she turned to me, her face flushed with lust.  “Oh God, thank you Steve!” She gasped, “Oh that felt so good.  Are you going to stick your lovely big cock into me now?”

“Not tonight. Instead I want you to take some more photos of yourself.  This time use your vibrator and play with your pussy.  I want to see lots of photos tomorrow, and an e-mail too, got that?”

“Yes Steve.” Her eyes glittered with excitement.

“And tomorrow you must wear another tight T-shirt, and no bra.  I want you to go shopping and buy some really sexy knickers and a couple of really short skirts. Ok?”

She licked her lips, “Yes Steve.  I’ll do all of that, I promise.”

“Good. Get yourself some low-cut tops as well, ok?”

“Yes Steve.”

“And make sure at least ten boys get to see your knickers tomorrow.”

“Yes Steve.” 

I left her to follow my instructions and went back to Sally’s place.  A couple of hours later Sally arrived back home.  She looked excited and happy.  “Had a good time?” I asked casually.

“Oh my God, yes!” She giggled.

“What did you have to do tonight then, mum?”  Helen asked from the doorway.

“Yes, come on, tell us.” Sandra urged as she too entered the room.

Sally blushed deeply.  “Do I have to tell you?” She asked needlessly.

“Oh yes!” Helen and Sandra said in unison.

Sally licked her lips, then took a deep breath.  “We went to our usual place, the one I’ve told you about.” She began.  Helen and Sandra took places on the sofa and listened intently.  “Well when we got there, there was a group of men waiting as usual, and they all crowded ‘round Richard’s car.  Richard made me take my clothes off, like he always does, and then I started to play with myself.  I stroked my breasts, and teased my nipples, and then I started to stroke my pussy.”

“Did you spread your legs wide, like you like to?” Sandra asked eagerly.

Sally nodded, “Yes, and I started to stroke my clit.  They were all watching and smirking, making comments and joking around.  And then Richard produced this dildo.” She shuddered at the memory. The girls giggled.  “It was about ten inches long, and it was thick and black.  ‘Here’, he said, ‘get busy with this.’  All the men watching laughed at that.”

“And did you?” Helen asked sharply.

“Yes.” Sally said, her face flushed a deep red.  “I was already wet from playing with my clit, and it just sort of slipped into me.  Before I knew what I was doing I had pushed it deep inside me, and I was close to coming.  He told me to spread my lips, and I did, so they could see absolutely everything. And I rubbed my clit while I was using the dildo, and it felt fantastic.  And then I felt myself start to come, and it was so intense I just cried out loud. And all the men were laughing at me, and saying really crude things, and I was just sitting there in the car, naked, and with my legs wide apart and that big black dildo inside me.”

“What happened next, come on mum, tell us!” Sandra insisted.

Sally blushed again, then looked away.  “Well when I’d recovered, Richard called out to the men and asked if they’d enjoyed the show.  They all laughed and cheered, some even began to applaud.   Richard loved that.  Then he said that I had to suck him off, and use the dildo on myself at the same time.  He pushed his seat back, and I had to kneel up in the passenger seat, and spread my legs wide, and then start to do it to myself again while I sucked him.” She shuddered at the memory.

“Go on.” Helen urged.

“Well after a while I was getting close again, and Richard said that I couldn’t come before him, that I had to wait until he’d come in my mouth. He said that if I came before him he’d make me get out of the car and he’d spank my bottom while they all watched.”

“I bet you liked the idea of that!” Sandra giggled.

Sally flushed deeply, “Am I that predictable now?” She said with a sad smile.  “You’re right though, my darling, the idea did get me very excited.  I did everything I could to make him come, and to hold off my own climax, though.  I’m not ready to put on that kind of show.” She smiled, then glanced across at me knowingly.  “Just when I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer he started to come.  Only instead of coming in my mouth, like he usually does, he pulled out of me and started to spray it across my face and my breasts.  The men watching loved that, of course, and a big cheer went up.  By that time I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I came again.”

“What happened then?” Sandra demanded.

Sally sighed, then said, “Richard made me rub his come into my breasts.  And he made me tell all the men watching how I like sucking his cock, and how much I like it when he comes in my mouth.  And then I had to rub his come into my face, and then lick my fingers clean.  By the time I finished a few of the men watching had taken their cocks out and were stroking them.”  She halted, reluctant to continue.

“Come on mum, tell us.” Helen urged.

“Well then Richard said that as I’d got them all randy, it was the least I could do to give them some relief.  And he made me get out of the car and stroke each of their cocks in turn until they came. And he made me kneel down and let them shoot their stuff all over my breasts, and then I had to rub that in too.”

“God, mum, how awful for you.” Helen said sympathetically.

Sally shook her head, “I loved it.” She said simply.  “I’ve never felt so dirty or ashamed.  But I loved every minute of it.  Richard said that soon he might make me suck all of their cocks, or even let them have me.”  She flushed with pleasure and shuddered.

“And you’d do that?” Helen asked, aghast, “You’d suck their cocks if he told you to?”

“I suppose so.” Sally said defensively.

The two of them looked at her with a mixture of disgust and astonishment.  After a moment or two Sally stood up.  “You’ll have to excuse me now, I need to go and shower.” She said softly. 

I quickly put the girls under and added to their programming.  “You mustn’t think badly of your mum for what she does.” I told them, “She’s having a good time, and so are you. You’re just doing different things, that’s all, understand?”

“Yes.” They both muttered.

I told them to count to twenty, and then wake up and go to bed.  Then I followed Sally upstairs.  By the time I entered her bedroom she had already stripped completely and was lying on the bed, her legs wide apart.  She was stroking her clit with one hand and fucking herself with her vibrator with the other.  As I watched she writhed around on the bed, gasping and moaning.

“You really enjoyed pleasuring those men tonight, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh God yes!” She breathed, “Oh it felt fantastic. All those men watching me with that big, black dildo inside me, watching me do that to myself, and then when I had to bring them all off and they came on my boobs! Christ! I thought I was going to come again and again.”

“And what about next time?  Would you like to suck them all off?  Would you like them to fuck you?”

“Ah! Oh God! Mmmm!  Oh God, Steve, what kind of a slut have I become?”

“You just know how to have a good time, Sal.  Nothing wrong with that.  Imagine how it’ll feel when you do your show at Bob’s place.  All those men there just to watch you.  They’ll see every little bit of you, and you’ll love it, won’t you?”

“Jesus Christ, yes!”

“What if they want to touch you, Sal?  What if they want to stroke your tits, or feel your pussy? Would you like them to do that, Sal?”

“Oh God! Oh I don’t know, Steve.” She gasped, still writhing around on the bed.  “Should I let them do that?”

“If you want to, why not?  You do want them to, don’t you Sal?”

She let out a low, guttural moan, “Oh Jesus yes! Oh the thought of all those men, watching me, then touching me, having me.  Oh my God, yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh!”  She clamped her legs together tightly, her body shaking with pleasure.  After a few moments she let out a long, languid sigh and relaxed, her legs falling wide apart.  I felt my cock stiffen and decided to go and see what the girls were up to.

I made my way to Sandra’s room and opened the door.  The two of them were engaged in an enthusiastic ‘sixty-nine’, with Sandra on top.  Each had her tongue buried deep in her sister’s pussy, and both were gasping and sighing with pleasure.  “Is this a private party, or can I join in?” I asked with a giggle.

Sandra immediately sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “Steve! Oh fantastic!” She cried, “Oooh, are you going to do us both?”

Helen climbed out from under her sister, “Yes, are you Steve?” She asked eagerly.

I kicked off my shoes, then dropped my trousers and stepped out of them. I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and stepped across to the bed,  “Well why don’t you see if you can engage my enthusiasm?” I smiled as I lay down next to them.

Sandra immediately took hold of my cock, stroking it lovingly.  Helen slipped down the bed and began to lick and kiss my balls, then slipped her hand beneath me and began to tickle my arse.  I sighed with pleasure as Sandra lowered her head and started to suck hungrily on my glans, then reached out and slipped my hand between her thighs.  Her pussy was deliciously warm and moist, and she wriggled her hips as I ran my thumb along her slit. 

I pushed my thumb into her moist hole and she pushed back onto it, began to rock her hips, fucking herself.  She gripped my shaft tightly, sucking and licking urgently, gasping and whimpering over and over again.  Finally she turned and looked over her shoulder at me, “Will you put it in me, please Steve?” She whined.

I smiled and shook my head, “I want to give it to Helen first.”

Sandra looked both disappointed and jealous as Helen quickly shuffled up the bed and threw her leg across my body.  She straddled me and took hold of my cock, placing her hand over Sandra’s, then positioned my glans between her pussy lips.   She pressed her lips together, eyes closed in concentration, then sank down onto my shaft.  Sandra let go of my cock and moved her hands down, began to stroke my balls.  Helen began to rock her hips back and forth, increasing pace.  Within moments she had buried my cock deep in her pussy and was driving her hips down onto me.  I reached out and cupped her firm young tits, then stroked and teased her nipples.

“Ohhhhh God, yes!” She gasped, “Oh that’s lovely.”

Sandra moved to a kneeling position at her side, then slipped her hand beneath Helen, finding her clit with her small fingers.  Helen gasped then drove down even harder.  Sandra leaned in to Helen and murmured, “Would you like me to put my finger up your bottom?”

Helen’s face contorted with pleasure.  She gasped, then nodded her head.  Sandra smiled knowingly, then reached behind Helen.  Suddenly Helen fell forward, her hands resting on my shoulders.  A series of shudders ran through her body, and she arched her back and pushed her hips back.  “Oh yes, you like it when I put my finger up your bum, don’t you Helen?”  Sandra chuckled.   Helen didn’t answer.  She gripped my shoulders tightly and drove her hips down on me again. I pinched her nipples gently as she buried my cock deep in her pussy whilst her sister rubbed her clit and pushed her finger into her back door. 

Suddenly her pace quickened.  She began to writhe around on my cock, frantically grinding her hips down onto mine. Then she began to let out a series of short gasps.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ohhaghhhhh!”  Her arms gave way and she fell onto my chest, gasping and sobbing as she climaxed.  Finally she lay motionless, her body heaving from each ragged breath. 

“My turn! My turn!” Sandra insisted, “Come on Helen, get off him, it’s my turn now.”

Helen sighed once more, then rolled away from me.  Sandra immediately took her place and quickly positioned my cock against her pussy lips, then began to ease slowly down onto my cock.  I could feel her pussy stretching to receive me.  I slipped my hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit. She gasped and began to buck and writhe, sliding down onto my cock.  Moments later Helen knelt up and smiled at Sandra, “Let’s see how you like it then!” She chuckled, and reached behind Sandra.

Sandra’s body tightened as Helen began to probe at her back door.  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She whined as Helen’s finger went deeper and deeper. 

“I think you like a finger up your arse as much as she does!” I laughed.  Sandra flushed, then pushed down on my cock.  “Well do you?” I demanded.

“Yes.” Sandra sighed, “Oh yes!”

“Would you like me to put my finger there?”

Sandra’s eyes widened with lust, “Oh yes please Steve!” She sighed.

Helen grinned as she pulled her hand away, then I reached around and pressed my finger to Sandra’s tight hole.  She pushed her hips back onto it, and I felt her sphincter relax.  I rocked my hips up and down as I eased my finger deeper into her. She gasped, and then whimpered as I took hold of her pelvis and began to pull her back and forth on my cock, one hand on her pert bottom with my finger up her tight hole, the other covering her slit with my finger on her clit.

Helen positioned herself behind Sandra and reached ‘round to cup her small tits.  Sandra’s eyes opened wide as the sensations coursed through her.  “Oh God Steve, oh I’m going to come Steve.  I’m going to come. Oh I’m going to come.  Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Her small body shook with the intensity of her climax.  With a shudder and a massive sigh she slumped down, still with my cock buried inside her, my finger up her arse and my hand on her slit.  She sat there for a few moments, eyes closed, a half-smile playing on her lips, then she said dreamily, “That was the best thing I ever felt in my life!”

Helen giggled and pinched her nipples gently.  Sandra smiled contentedly, then rolled towards her sister.  “You didn’t come yet, did you Steve?” Helen asked.  I shook my head.  “What would you like me to do?” She asked at once.

I smiled at her.  “I’d like you to go and get the oil from your mum’s room, put some on your bottom, and then put my cock in there.  How does that sound?”

She grinned back at me,  “Oooh, that sounds wonderful.” She purred and clambered off the bed.  Sandra curled into a ball next to me and sighed happily once more.  In seconds Helen was back, rubbing the oil into her arse.  She quickly climbed back onto the bed and squatted over me.  She took hold of my cock and steered it towards her tight hole.  As soon as she felt my glans make contact with her sphincter she began easing herself down onto it, impaling herself slowly.  She gasped and sighed as she pushed down, easing my cock deeper and deeper, then she started to rock her hips.

“Is this ok Steve?” She gasped.

I smiled as I felt her sphincter gripping my cock, “Good.  Really good.” I grinned.  Helen smiled a flustered smile in reply, then pushed down once more.  She began to bounce up and down on my shaft, gasping with each push down. 

“Oh wow, that looks amazing!” Sandra said quietly, “Can I do something?  Would you like me to lick your balls Steve?”  I looked at her and grinned.  She immediately scrambled down the bed and began to kiss and lick from the base of my cock down to my own tight hole.  Helen was bouncing faster and faster, my cock now deep inside her.

“Are you going to come in me Steve?” She asked imploringly.

In reply I grabbed her hips and drove her down onto my cock, then began to shoot my load deep into her bowels.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt the hot spurts inside her, then she sighed happily, “Ahhhhh! Oh I love it when you come in me Steve.”

As my climax subsided Helen eased herself off my cock and lay down next to me.  Sandra looked up from between my legs for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock.  She glanced up at me and smiled, then began to gently lick my shaft.  She kissed and licked along the entire length, then gently took my glans between her lips. I shuddered as I felt the warmth of her young mouth around my cock, and then sighed as I felt her sucking softly.   Within a few moments I felt my cock start to swell in her mouth.  As she shaft grew she began to stroke and caress it. After a while she stopped and looked at me.  “I want some of your come as well Steve.  I want you to come in my mouth.”  Then she resumed sucking and licking with enthusiasm.  Soon my cock was straining as she wrapped her tongue around it and pumped it into her mouth with vigorous strokes from her hand.  I tried to hold back, to enjoy the pleasure for as long as possible, but I found her urgency irresistible.  I groaned and then began to spurt into her mouth.  She swallowed greedily, her eyes glittering with pleasure.  Finally I was sated, and I climbed slowly from the bed, picked up my clothes and made for the door.

“Thanks Steve!” Sandra sighed.

“Yes, thanks Steve, that was great!” Helen added.

Before I closed the door I glanced back to see that they had fallen into each others’ arms and had begun to explore each other’s bodies once more.  I smiled and made my way to bed.

I could hardly wait to get home the next day.  I knew that the evening was to be one of the most entertaining so far.  As soon as I arrived home I went to check my e-mails.  Sure enough, there was a message from Hannah, complete with a series of pictures showing her making full use of the toys I had bought her.  The final few were slightly blurred, no doubt due to her hand shaking as she drove herself to climax, but still clearly showed her tits stretched painfully by the leash attached to her nipples, the but plug firmly in place and the plastic vibrator buried deep in her glistening wet pussy.  Also clear on the pictures was her young face, blushing deeply, her eyes wide with lust.  I smiled at the images, then opened the text.

My darling Steve,

                           I hope you like the pictures I am sending with this e-mail. I took them last night, after you’d left.  I so much want to please you my darling.  I know that I can’t always have your lovely body, but using my wonderful toys helps to make up for missing you.

I remember how you bought them for me, how you want me to enjoy them, and I imagine you here watching me as I pleasure myself.  I came three times while I was taking the pictures.  See what an effect you have on me?!

I did everything you told me to today my darling.  I put on my short skirt, and a low cut top.  I checked in the mirror before I left the house, and you could clearly see that I wasn’t wearing a bra – in fact you could see the shape of my nipples through my top.  Oh God, I felt so deliciously slutty!

On my way to college I stopped at one of the clothes stores and bought some more tops – they’re really low cut, Steve.  Are you sure you want me to wear them outside of the house?  I will if you want me to, of course. I also bought a couple of skirts.  They’re so short they only just cover my knickers!  I want you to come over and have a look at me in them as soon as you can.  After I’d bought them I went to the lingerie department and bought some new knickers.  They’re a mixture of colours; some red, some bright pink, and they’re practically all lace.  You can see right through them!  I hope you like them, my darling.

When I got to college I made sure lots of boys got to see up my skirt.  There must have been twenty of them who saw my knickers by lunchtime alone. I suppose that was what my friend Linda was so annoyed about.  She said I was dressing like a slut, and she asked me how I could go around like that.  I told her to mind her own business, and she went off in a sulk.  Then some other girls came and started to talk to me.  I haven’t had much to do with them before because they’ve got such a terrible reputation.  Everyone knows they’ll go with just about any boy who asks them. Now they think I’m like them!  Do you think I’m a slut, my darling?  You know I’d do anything at all to make you happy, Steve, even if that made me the biggest slut on the planet!

Please come and see me tonight my lover.  I’ll be ever so good for you, I promise.

Hannah.

I smiled to myself with satisfaction. Just a short time ago she was on the brink of developing her sexuality, having had just a few short fumblings with her adolescent boyfriend.  Now she was mine.  Another toy to play with in any way I chose, and passionately grateful to be so!

I closed down the computer and waited for a few moments.  I knew Edward wouldn’t be long in coming to the house, and sure enough minutes later he strolled casually through the back door.  Sally glanced up at him, and then looked away quickly, her face flushed with emotion.

Edward grinned at her, “How are you today Sally?” He beamed, “I thought I’d just drop by and visit the girls.  You don’t mind, do you?”

“No Edward, I don’t mind.” She said timidly.

He grinned again, then reached out and cupped her arse cheeks, “No, I knew you wouldn’t have a problem with that.  You want to know what I’m going to do today?”

Sally flushed more deeply, “I, er, well I mean…” She mumbled.

Edward chuckled to himself, then stepped closer.  He pressed himself into her, rubbing his crotch into her arse and reaching ‘round to fondle her tits, then spoke softly in her ear, “I thought I’d have another look at Sandra’s pussy.  Maybe even have a play with it today.  Then I thought I’d let Helen suck my cock for a bit.  I might even come in her mouth, let her swallow all my jism.  Doesn’t that sound nice?” He grinned.

Sally’s nipples were visible through the top she was wearing.  She gasped softly as he ran his fingers across them.  She said nothing.  He slipped his hand down her body, began to rub her pussy through her clothing.  “Lift your skirt for me, Sally, I want to have a feel of your cunt before I go and play with your daughters.” He said with a snigger.  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, then slowly lifted her skirt.  He pushed his hand roughly into her knickers, began to stroke her pussy.  Her response was immediate. She gasped and sighed, then groaned as his fingers found her clit.  She began to rock her hips against his hand and a series of small shudders ran through her body.

“Wow Sally, you’re keen today.” He laughed, “You’re fucking soaking already.  I bet you’ll give dad a great time when he comes over later.  You going to put on your show for the guys again?  The one where you strip off and play with your cunt until you come?”  Sally groaned again.  “Dad says you love doing that, says you really get into it.”  He carried on playing with her pussy.  Soon she was sighing with pleasure and thrusting her hips forward on his hand.

“You going to come Sally?” He grinned, “Going to have a nice big orgasm to set you up for tonight?  Would you like me to bring you off, hmmm?”

“Mmmmmm! Oh yes! Oh God yes, Edward, do it to me.  Make me come.” She breathed.

“Not until you beg for it.  You’ve got to ask me nicely to bring you off.  Go on, ask me.” He demanded.

“Please Edward. I’m begging you.  Please bring me off. Please.” She whined.

He grinned again.  “No. I’m not going to.  Instead, I want you to do it.  Go on, drop your knickers and show me how you bring yourself off. Do it now.” He pulled his hand out of her knickers and stepped back.

She hesitated for a moment, then hooked her thumbs into her knickers and pushed them down.  She hoisted up her skirt, exposing her shaven mound to his hungry eyes, then shuffled her feet apart and began to stroke her pussy.  She gasped and moaned, her fingers glistening with her juices.

“That’s it, Sally, stick your fingers right in there.” He sniggered.

Sally blushed deeply, then shut her eyes tight and pushed two fingers deep into her sopping hole. 

“Faster!” He demanded.

Her fingers became a blur as she frantically fucked herself whilst the amused boy watched.  She fell back against the kitchen worktop and pushed her hips forward, gasping and sighing. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh yesssss!”  She clamped her thighs together and dropped her head as she climaxed. 

Edward grinned again, “Very good Sally.  Very nice!  Now say thank you.”

“Thank you Edward.” She mumbled softly.

“No problem Sally, I’ll come and play with your cunt any time you like.” He said with a smile, “But now I’m off to have some fun with your girls.  That ok with you?”

“Yes Edward.” She conceded, then wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.  He turned and walked casually away.  Sally sniffed back more tears, then bent to retrieve her knickers.  She pulled them up with a sigh of resignation.

I followed Edward up the stairs.  He paused on the landing for a moment, then went to Sandra’s bedroom door.  He opened it without knocking and went in.  Sandra was sitting behind her desk reading.  She looked up at him and then blushed.

“You know why I’m here?” He asked needlessly.  She nodded.  “Tell me then.”

“You’ve come to have a look at me again, haven’t you?” She said, her voice sounding small.

“Got it in one!” He laughed, “Clever little girl.  Only today I want to do something different.”  She looked at him warily.  “Yes, this time I want to have a look at your nice little tits as well.  Go on then, get them out.”  Her fingers trembled slightly as she began to fumble with the buttons on her school blouse.  “Come on, get on with it!” He laughed, “And stand up so I can see you properly.”

She stood up slowly, continued to open the buttons.  Finally the last one was open and she pulled open the blouse to reveal a simple white bra.  She slipped the blouse down her arm and draped it over the back of her chair.  She glanced up at him, her face red with embarrassment, but her eyes glittering with excitement.  She sighed, then reached behind her and unfastened the catch of her bra.  She let it fall down her arms before removing it completely and laying it on top of her blouse.  Then she let her arms fall to her side and stood before him.

He stepped towards her. “Ah, look at little Sandra’s tiny tits!” He teased.  Her jaw tightened and she glared at him in impotent rage.  He reached out and ran his fingers across her small buds, then flicked playfully at her nipples.  “Shit! They’re like a couple of fried eggs!” He laughed, “Look at them.”

“They’ll get bigger.” She snapped.

“I bet they will.” He laughed.  “You think they’ll be as big as your mums?”

“I don’t know.” She said softly, “Maybe.”

“I bet they won’t be as big as Donna’s. They’re fucking huge!” He laughed.

“You’ve seen them?” She asked in surprise.

“Sure I have.  I’ve seen all of her, and fucked her too.  She loves a bit of cock does Donna.  Bit like your mum.”

Sandra stared at him in amazement.  “You mean you do it to Donna and Helen?”

“And your mum. Don’t forget her.”  He looked at her and grinned, “I’ll probably do you one day.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”  She flushed deeply from hairline to the top of her tits.  He laughed again, “Course you would.  You’re like your mum and your sister.  You make a big deal out of it, ‘oh please Edward, please don’t’, then when you get a cock up inside you, you go like a fucking Ferrari!”

Sandra dropped her head.  Edward continued stroking her small tits and gently pinched her nipples.  “You like this, don’t you?” He said with a smile, “Like having your tits played with?”  She didn’t answer.  “Tell you what, get the rest of your kit off, I want to have a look at the rest of you.”

She kicked off her shoes, then pulled off her clean white socks.  She sighed again, then unfastened the clasp of her grey school skirt and let it fall to the floor.  His eyes fell at once to the pale blue knickers she was wearing.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down.  They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

“Lie down on the bed.” He ordered.  She shuffled across the room and lay down.  “Now open your legs so I can see your cunt.”  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, then slowly spread her thighs.  He chuckled, then knelt beside the bed and peered at her pussy.  “Nice!” He grinned, then reached out and ran his finger along the length of her slit.  She flinched at his touch, but made no attempt to evade his fingers.  He gently pushed a finger between her lips, then slowly pushed his finger into her.  “Nice and tight!” He laughed, “You play with it?”

“Sometimes.” She said reluctantly.

“Shit! You’re all at it! You, your mum, your sister, all frigging away for all your worth.” He slipped his finger along her slit and found her small bud.  “You like to play with this, do you?  Give your clit a bit of a tickle do you?”  She shifted on the bed, her face scarlet with embarrassment.  “Your sister did it while my dad watched, did you know that?  She spread her legs wide open and played with her cunt while he sat and watched her.  And your mum does it in front of anyone!  She just brought herself off in the kitchen while I watched her.  Tonight she’ll do it again for a load of men. Can’t get enough of it.” Another laugh.  “You fancy doing that?  Playing with your cunt while a load of boys watch you?”

“No!” She wailed, sitting bolt upright on the bed and squirming away from him, “I’ll never do that. Never.”

“Yes you will.” He sniggered, “You’ll do it for me, right now.  Go on, play with it for me.  I’ll tell you when to stop.”

She looked at him in horror.  “Please Edward, please don’t make me do that.  Please.”

“Stop whining and get on with it” He snapped, “Or you know what’ll happen.”

She stared at him in mute appeal, then looked at him from under her eyelids.  “You won’t tell anyone, will you?  At school, I mean.” She begged.

He grinned smugly, “Like I told your sister, if you keep making me happy then I’ll keep your secret.  Now, are you going to be a good girl or not?”

With a sigh of resignation she lay down again and opened her thighs.  Her hand crept towards her pussy, and then she drew in a ragged breath and began to gently stroke her delicate folds.  Edward sat back and watched with satisfaction as she ran her fingers along her slit, and then gently slipped a finger between them.  She began to rub her clit, her entire body as tight as a bowstring.  After a couple of minutes she took another deep breath, and sighed.  Her body relaxed visibly and she spread her thighs wider apart.  Soon she was stroking her clit and slipping a finger into her pussy, the room completely silent apart from her occasional sighs.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened.  Sandra sat up at once, covering her tits with her arm and her pussy with her hand.  Edward turned calmly to look at the doorway and grinned when he saw Helen standing there.  “Hey, good timing! Come and join the party. Your sister’s been showing me how she likes to play with her not little pussy, haven’t you Sandra?” He laughed.

Sandra let out a squeal of embarrassment.  Helen looked stunned.  “But I thought you were coming over to see me, not her.” She said.

“I was getting around to it!” He laughed again, “But now that you’re here, you can join in the fun.  But you’ll have to get rid of the school uniform first though.”  Helen stood frozen in the doorway.  “Come on, do as you’re told.  Get in here and get your things off.” He ordered.

Helen moved stiffly into the room and closed the door behind her, then she turned to Edward and asked softly, “Do I have to take everything off?”

“Yes, of course!” He laughed, then sat back in a chair and folded his arms behind his head.

Helen kicked off her shoes and socks, then took off her blouse.  Her bra quickly followed and then she dropped her skirt to reveal bright pink knickers with sliver stars on them.  Edward chuckled at the sight of them, “Nice of you to wear your fancy knickers, but I prefer you without them.”  Helen pushed them down and stepped out of them, then stood awkwardly.

“OK, nice!” He grinned, “Now I want you to come and suck my cock while your sister carries on playing with her cunt.  Get on with it then.”

Helen shuffled forwards, then fell to her knees between his thighs.  With nervous fingers she began to open his jeans.  He lifted his hips off the chair long enough for her to drag his jeans and underwear down, exposing his stiffening cock.  Helen took hold of his shaft gingerly, then lowered her head towards it.  Edward grinned smugly, then looked up at Sandra, “Come on then, get busy with your fingers again, and spread your legs nice and wide, I was to see everything, ok?”

Sandra lay back down and spread her thighs, then began to stroke her pussy once more.  Helen closed her lips around his glans and began to suck gently.  Edward groaned with pleasure, then let out a contented sigh as he watched Sandra busily fingering herself.  After a couple of minutes he grunted, “Come on, put a bit of effort into it.  I know you can do better than this.”

Both girls responded at once.  Sandra spread her legs as wide as she could and began to stroke her clit with the tip of her finger. Soon she was sighing contentedly, cupping each of her small tits in turn, and slipping a finger into her pussy.  Helen began to suck his cock hungrily, wrapping her hand around the shaft and pumping it into her mouth.  She stroked his balls and then began to Bob her head up and down on his cock.  Edward groaned again, then gripped the arms of the chair tightly.

“Oh fucking yes!” He sighed, “Oh that’s good!”  Soon he was grunting in time to the pumping of his shaft.  Sandra began to wriggle around on the bed, sighing and moaning, her fingers moving faster and faster, Helen sucked harder and faster.

“I’m going to come in your mouth in a bit, and you’re going to swallow everything, understand?” He grunted. Helen looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, and nodded.  “And you.” He continued looking at Sandra, “I want to see you bring yourself off. Do it.”

The room was filled with gasps and sighs, grunts and groans.  Sandra’s fingers worked frantically on her moist little slit, her face contorted with concentration.  Helen’s face was flushed with exertion, her fingers gripping his shaft tightly and pumping it furiously.

Suddenly Sandra started to climax.  “Oh! Ahhh! Oh! Mmmmm! Ooooh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!” 

At almost the same moment Edward grunted, “Oh fucking yes!” And his body tensed.  Helen began to swallow urgently. He grunted with each spurt. “Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Aghhhhhhhh!”

With a sigh his body went completely limp and he slouched in the chair, a contented smile on his face.  Helen sat back on her heels and wiped her hand across her mouth, her face still red from her efforts. Sandra lay slumped on the bed, her hand lying limply on her pussy, legs still wide apart.

After a few moments Edward got slowly to his feet, pulling up his jeans as he stood.  “Oh fucking brilliant!” He sighed, “That was just fucking brilliant.  I got to have one of those again soon.  Nice one girls, see you later!”  He grinned at them both and sauntered towards the door.  Sandra bolted from the bed and caught hold of his arm, “You won’t forget, will you Edward?  You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He grinned down at her, then reached out and patted her bare arse, “Like I said, so long as you keep me happy no one will ever know.”  He walked casually out of the room, leaving the door wide open.  Sandra sat down on the bed with a sigh of resignation and relief.  Helen stood up slowly, gathered her things together and walked silently from the room. 

I left the room too, then stood on the landing considering which soft, welcoming body I was to use to relieve my straining cock.  With a smile I turned and went back to Sandra’s room.  As I closed the door behind me she looked up and smiled.  When I started to open my trousers her smile became a wide grin. 

I lay down on the bed and she began to stroke my body hungrily.  Within moments she had taken my cock into her mouth and was sucking eagerly.  My cock was throbbing with pleasure, and I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her thighs.  Her pussy was hot and deliciously wet as I eased my cock between her lips.  She sighed and threw her arms around my neck as I started to ease into her.  She pushed her hips up to meet my cock and soon I was ploughing into her urgently.  I felt her pussy contract onto my shaft, felt the warm slipperiness of her tunnel stroke my cock like a velvet glove.  “Oh Steve! Steve, Steve, yes!” She gasped in my ear.  I felt my climax coming, and then I exploded within her, shooting my jism deep into her welcoming body.